After getting on with the enemy

In high school, they are in the same class again, and they are not separated.

Different from elementary and junior high schools, the high school of No. [-] Middle School in City A is an all-boarding system, and the regulations are relatively strict. Except for some special circumstances, students can apply by phone, and the rest of the students must live on campus.

In the three years of high school, Zhou Xiyun and Qiao Yan were roommates, living in a four-person room, and there were two other classmates in the dormitory.

Originally, the two of them shouldn't live in the same dormitory. The dormitories in the class are ranked according to the student number. Zhou Xiyun is number one, and Qiao Yan is the last one. Under normal arrangement, the two should be separated from each other.

But there is an accident. This time, Zhou Huiwen used his relationship to apply for an application before the start of school. The original plan was not to let Zhou Xiyun live in the school. He thought that the boarding system would conflict with her daughter's other extracurricular tutoring and training, and the overall situation might be affected. The study plan caused a certain delay, so I tried to get Zhou Xiyun out.

Only two days after school started, Zhou's family changed their mind again, worrying that the high school curriculum was cumbersome and heavy, and doing so would not be conducive to the normal growth of the child. There is no need to push so hard. Those extracurricular aspects can actually be postponed until the holidays. Proceeding, this seems more reasonable, it will not put too much pressure on Zhou Xiyun, and it is more secure in terms of planning and progress efficiency.So Zhou Xiyun still lived in school and moved here from home.

However, due to missing the dormitory time, Zhou Xiyun could no longer live in the dormitory according to her student number, so the dormitory manager took advantage of the situation and arranged her in a dormitory with a vacant bed, which was Qiao Yan's dormitory.

This year, there are 36 classes in A City No. 26 Middle School, including three experimental classes, seven fast classes, and [-] parallel classes.

In the first semester of senior high school, there is no division of arts and sciences, and it is a large class based on the scores of the senior high school entrance examination.Qiao Yan's class is Grade One (1), one of the experimental classes. Her ancestral grave was full of smoke and she performed so well in the high school entrance examination that she got in, and happened to be the last of the three experimental classes.

Zhou Xiyun didn't expect such a coincidence. On the first night of moving into the dormitory, she and Qiao Yan stared nose to eye, both a little surprised.

The other two roommates were enthusiastic and did not know that they were acquaintances. The girl who brought Zhou Xiyun in was also happy to introduce Zhou Xiyun to Qiao Yan and the others, emphasizing that this was their No. I'm helping with tutoring, anyone in the dormitory who has problems with study can ask Zhou Xiyun for help.

The girl pointed at Qiao Yan and the others and said cheerfully, "This is Qiao Yan, our head of the office, she is a local. Ma Jiao and I are both from other cities. I am from M city, and Ma Jiao is from G." City. Xiyun, you are also local, right?”

Zhou Xiyun nodded, "Yes."

The girl asked where the place was, and called Qiao Yan and Ma Jiao to help her move her luggage to Zhou Xiyun's bed.

Zhou Xiyun didn't hide it, and told the truth, including which area he was in.

Ma Jiao smiled and said, "That's a coincidence, Qiao Yan is also there."

The girl spoke again, turned around and added, "Where is Qiao Qiao from, what compound?"

The girl asked Qiao Yan: "What did you call it last time, Gujing Compound?"

Zhou Xiyun said, "Western Well Courtyard."

The girl hurriedly replied: "Yes, yes, Xijing Compound, I remember it wrong."

Then he asked again: "Xiyun, do you know where it is?"

Zhou Xiyun said frankly, "I also live there."

Qiao Yan also spoke bluntly, opening her mouth and said, "She is my neighbor, she lives at the opposite door."

The other two roommates were surprised, as if they had heard something strange.

This is a novelty, and it is worth discussing among a group of innocent students. After all, high school is no better than elementary school. Anyone in the class is an acquaintance. You must know that the current high school classes are basically unfamiliar faces. Even if they knew each other, they were former classmates or something, and it was really rare for them to be so coincidental.

The atmosphere in the dormitory was very harmonious. The four girls got together and got acquainted with each other after a few simple chats.

Zhou Xiyun distributed the snacks he brought from home to everyone, and also gave Qiao Yan a portion.

Qiao Yan sat on the stool fiercely, did not refuse her kindness, and asked in a low voice after collecting the things, "Aren't you not living in school?"

Zhou Xiyun didn't explain the specific reason, but said, "I'm thinking about it now."

Qiao Yan looked at her with his chin propped on his hand, glanced at her full luggage, and then asked Zhou Huiwen and grandpa why they didn't come to see her off, and how she came here.

The family must have given Zhou Xiyun a ride, otherwise, how could there be so much luggage, but Zhou Xiyun didn't want to be so high-profile, thinking that her mother's posture in driving a luxury car was too exaggerated, and it was too grandiose for her grandpa and the others to send her to school to stay. Therefore, they are only allowed to be delivered to the school gate and are not allowed to enter again. The rest is to ask the classmates to help move to the dormitory building.

In front of the other roommates, Zhou Xiyun didn't go into too much detail, but casually mentioned that he could come over.

But Qiao Yan obviously made a mistake, and mistakenly thought that she came by car alone with big bags and small bags, unaccompanied, so she paused for a moment, looked at the big bag of snacks on the table, and muttered rather short-handed: " I didn't know you'd come..."

The voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it.

Zhou Xiyun glanced sideways, but he didn't expect her to have such an attitude. He was wondering if she would mind.

After all, she is more mature than the previous two years, she is a teenage girl, and she has changed slightly after all.

Their living together went smoothly, without any conflicts, at least on the surface they were relatively harmonious.The fight between the two has delineated the scope, and they will still be a little restrained outside, not as casual as they are in the compound.

Zhou Xiyun's bed was next to Qiao Yan's, and they slept on one side.

At that time, the beds in No. [-] Middle School were in the same bed-and-desk style. Zhou Xiyun was on the side near the door, and Qiao Yan was on the side near the toilet.

The two of them slept head to head at night. It was agreed upon. Otherwise, Qiao Yan would have to face the toilet door with his head facing the toilet door, or Zhou Xiyun's feet would face the top of Qiao Yan's head.Qiao Yan did not agree to the latter two methods. Zhou Xiyun had just made the bed and she spoke, demanding that the sleeping head be fixed.Zhou Xiyun agreed and agreed.

But the idea is one thing, the actual execution is a bit weird.

The lights in the dormitory are turned off at the same time, and the school requires everyone to go to bed at [-] o'clock at night, and the dormitory management will check the dormitory at that time.

They all went to bed at about [-]:[-] in their dormitory, and turned off the lights early to go to bed.

At night, Zhou Xiyun slept on his side, and he could see the rolled up bed next door when he raised his head a little.

The same is true for Qiao Yan, who can clearly feel the presence of someone next to him, and can clearly hear even the slightest noise.

On the first night of living together in the dormitory, they all suffered from insomnia. They always felt that something was wrong at night, and they were very uncomfortable.

Ma Jiao and the others were already breathing evenly, and they were in a dream.Qiao Yan was embarrassed to disturb her roommate, so she could only stare blankly at the ceiling, and squeezed out a sentence after a while: "Zhou Xiyun, don't make any noise..."

Zhou Xiyun retorted in a low voice: "I don't."

Qiao Yan lowered his voice and said, "You have, you turned over and made me so noisy that I couldn't sleep."

Zhou Xiyun said: "I just pulled the quilt down and didn't turn over."

Qiao Yan shrank back under the quilt, covered her ears, and said softly, "I don't care, anyway, you should be quiet, you have class tomorrow."

Zhou Xiyun looked up again and didn't continue to argue with him, but he did as he did, trying not to make any noise.

They didn't know when they fell asleep that night, anyway, it was already the second half of the night, and they didn't sleep for several hours until dawn.

The next day, both were sleepy in class, dozing off from lack of sleep.

Zhou Xiyun was better. He barely managed to keep himself from falling in class. Qiao Yan was miserable. He couldn't open his eyelids. He didn't listen to much of the learning content all morning, and he was called out and criticized once in math class.

Qiao Yan was so angry that he felt aggrieved and stretched out his hand to pull the corner of Zhou Xiyun's clothes. He said dissatisfiedly, "It's all your fault..."

Zhou Xiyun listened carefully to the class, staring at the blackboard, the hand under the table moved, and lightly tapped Qiao Yan's paw with the tip of the pen.

There is little force and no pain.

However, Qiao Yan has a temperament that does not suffer, so he grabbed Zhou Xiyun's pen on the spot and wanted to snatch it away.

Zhou Xiyun moved very quickly, and immediately grabbed the other end of the pen to prevent it from being snatched away.

Qiao Yan took the opportunity to scratch her palm, and slapped her knee with the other hand as a sign of revenge.

The two high school students were more serious than when they were a few years older. They had to fight to win or lose in this kind of thing, and they "fighted each other" very vigorously.

Qiao Yan had a bad temper and was determined to refuse to accept it. After class, he didn't let Zhou Xiyun go. As soon as the teacher walked out of the classroom door, he went straight to the ground. When he stood up, he wrapped his arms around Zhou Xiyun's shoulders, and he was about to hug him and beat him up. mean.

Childish as hell, like a child.

The two grievances gathered together, and it became a relationship that can be seen from morning to night. They spend most of the time together, and fighting and fighting are unavoidable. There must be various small conflicts.

It's only been a week since school started, and they "fighted" at least ten times. Sometimes it was Zhou Xiyun who offended Qiao Yan, and sometimes it was Qiao Yan who provoked trouble.

Naturally, it was all in private, and on the surface it was fine, even the roommates couldn't see that there was something wrong with them.

On the contrary, Ma Jiao was more envious of them, and always sighed: "You two are so kind, you are young, and you have been studying in the same class. Unlike us, my friend and I cannot be in the same school. She is in the second middle school." there."

Occasionally, Qiao Yan would clarify solemnly: "We are not considered to be young, we are not to that extent."

Zhou Xiyun didn't get involved, he just listened.

Ma Jiao put aside and sneered, knowing that they were bickering, Qiao Yan duplicity, did not expose, did not take it seriously.

Because they study in one class and live in the same dormitory, every time they go home on monthly leave, they always go back together.

The adults would drive over to pick up people, Xu Ziqing would come whenever he was free, and Zhou's driver would replace them if he was not free.Qiao Yan's bicycle is no longer suitable for riding. One is that the school does not allow them to enter the dormitory, and the other is that everyone no longer cares about this thing. Cycling has suddenly become outdated among peers of the same age, and it is no longer a trend.

As for Song Xinyu, the other party is also studying in City A No. 1 Middle School this year, not in class (3), but in class ([-]).

The classrooms of the two classes are separated by (2) classes and a corner, and the dormitory is two floors apart.

Zhou Xiyun gradually didn't care about Song Xinyu. Although Qiao Yan still went to look for that person from time to time, and even ran outside class (3) to wait for Song Xinyu for lunch, but no matter how short the distance was, it was still a distance. As time went by, within half a year, Qiao Yan and Song Xinyu gradually moved away.

Just like what she and Qiao Yan said before, there was only a layer of separation between them at first, and as time went by, everything in the past would fade away.

Zhou Xiyun came back from the cafeteria first, and parted from Xing Yuan and the others. When he got to his seat, he took out two apples from the table bucket and washed them. When he came back, he wiped off the water and put one of them on Qiao Yan's table.

When Qiao Yan came back from eating, he saw it and asked, "Who gave it to you?"

She said calmly: "My mother bought it, and you will get half of it."

Qiao Yan didn't doubt the authenticity of these words, she believed everything she heard, immediately grabbed the apple and gnawed a big mouthful, said with her mouth covered: "Then thank you, Aunt Zhou."

In addition to apples, Zhou Xiyun sometimes puts other things, strawberries, plums, mangoes... Occasionally, there are messy snacks.

It is true that Zhou Huiwen bought them all, and everything suits Qiao Yan's taste.

At the end of the first semester of the first year of high school, and classes were about to be divided, Qiao Yan, who was taking a nap on the table during the nap, suddenly stood up, as if thinking of something important, and asked Zhou Xiyun: "Hey, so who, do you choose liberal arts or science? ?”

Zhou Xiyun said bluntly, "Science."

Qiao Yan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, slowed down, and whispered back: "Me too..."

Zhou Xiyun seemed to raise his eyes inadvertently, looked at her unhurriedly, and only hummed.