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Hiding in the shadow of winter during the winter vacation, after a few heavy snowfalls, it passed quietly like ordinary years.

The days flowed to March in Yangchun, and it was a new semester.

"Son, you need to make some preparations early and focus on your English. We will arrange for you to go to a new school in about a month."

Wang Sheng's mother put his lunch box into Wang Sheng's backpack and said earnestly.

Wang Sheng quickly said, "One month? So soon?"

Wang Sheng's father put down the newspaper in his hand, and glared at him angrily: "You brat, I didn't tell you today! I told you a long time ago, and you don't have any idea!"

Wang Sheng took a big bite of the bread, chewed it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "I didn't expect it to be so fast. It's not long since school started."

The father had a malicious smile under his mustache: "What? What's so reluctant about the brat? A little girl?"

Wang Sheng quickly shook his head like a rattle, denied it vigorously, hurriedly stuffed the bread in his hand into his mouth, drank two more mouthfuls of milk, snatched the schoolbag from his mother, and ran out of the house in a hurry.

"Slow down! Don't choke!" Mother shouted with concern behind her.

Wang Sheng has closed the door tightly.

The father smiled, picked up the leftover bread from Wang Sheng's plate, and was about to push it into his mouth, when he said with a smile: "This little boy has his own thoughts in his heart, so he won't tell us!"

Before the bread touched her lips, she was snatched by her mother: "You eat what he left yesterday."

"Ah?" Father cried out incessantly.

Yesterday was the weekend, and the family went out to climb the mountain, and they were extremely tired. His mother was worried about Wang Sheng and wanted him to rest a little longer. If Wang Sheng hadn't suddenly woken up from his dream, he probably wouldn't have to go to class this morning.

After waiting for a long time for the bus to the school, Wang Sheng simply ran all the way to the school.

When he ran into the classroom door, the class bell rang just in time.

Wang Bing looked at Wang Sheng, who was dripping with sweat, and pushed his glasses: "Wake up late?"

Wang Sheng was out of breath from running, and when he answered Wang Bing's question, his breath was intermittent: "Ah... yes... it's not... unintentional... teacher... you... ha..."

Wang Bing interrupted Wang Sheng and said, "Okay, you should sit down quickly."

"Thank you, teacher!"

This sentence is very fluent.

When Wang Sheng walked to his seat, he couldn't help but glance at Zhou Zhou next to him. Zhou Zhou was wearing a white coat today, and his hair was combed into two braids, tied on the left and right sides of the back of his head. There is a frog hairpin on the head, which is very cute.

Wang Sheng wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, gasped heavily, and grinned happily, "Good morning Zhou Zhou!"

Zhou Zhou just nodded lightly, then set his eyes on the pages of the book on the table.

As soon as Wang Sheng sat down, he wanted to talk to him: "Zhou Zhou, we went hiking yesterday, that mountain..."

Suddenly, Wang Bing's voice sounded from the podium: "Let me see who is late and still chatting down there?"

Wang Sheng raised his head, and smiled apologetically at Wang Bing's dissatisfied gaze.

Bu Chongming on the other side burst out laughing.

Wang Sheng quickly looked at him, frowning: "What are you laughing at!"

Bu Congming just lowered his head and turned the pages of the book, with a smile still on his face, but he ignored Wang Sheng.

"Crazy!" Wang Sheng scolded softly, but the smile on Bu Congming's face was exaggerated.

When Wang Bing began to give lectures on the podium, Wang Sheng remembered what his mother had just said at home.

There is still one month left before leaving, and counting the time to go to the final training and exam, and the time to stay in school, it is only a few days if it is full.

Wang Sheng drew orthographic gestures on the pages of the book, and silently recited the numbers in his heart. When he counted to seven, Wang Sheng stopped the pen in his hand, but he wanted to add another stroke no matter what.

But it is no longer possible.

Excluding the two days on the weekend, the only ones left to stay in school are a complete number of straight numbers.

I already knew that I was going to leave. When I heard about this before, I always felt so far away from myself, as if it was not my business.

Time is like a folded piece of paper, moving from one end to the other in no time.

Wang Sheng's eyes fell on Zhou Zhou unconsciously: "There are still a lot of things I want to say to her, but I haven't said them yet."

Indulging in such thoughts, the whole morning passed away unconsciously, Wang Sheng looked at the orthographic character drawn on the page and the two horizontal lines next to it, and felt that their colors had faded a bit.

Bu Congming hugged Wang Sheng and pinched his face with a playful smile: "Going to play ball at noon?"

Wang Sheng took his arm away: "I'm not in the mood."

"What's the matter? I saw that you have been in a bad mood all morning today?"

"I'm leaving in seven days." Wang Sheng said.

Hearing this, Bu Congming was also taken aback: "So fast?"

"Who said it wasn't? My mother told me today, and I realized it."

Bu Congming patted his chest jokingly: "If you are rich, don't forget each other."

Wang Sheng showed an impatient look: "It's annoying."

"It's definitely not because of me, it's probably because of Zhou Zhou."

Bu Congming's words hit Wang Sheng's sore spot directly, even if he was silent and did not speak, Bu Congming could read it from the expression on his face.

"What did you plan to do?"

Wang Sheng lowered his head: "I don't know."

"do not know?"

Wang Sheng smiled self-deprecatingly: "I also know that people may not like me, but I just can't help liking her, and I don't want to either."

"possible?"

Wang Sheng glared at Bu Congming angrily, and said seriously, "I just don't give up."

"Then what's the matter? Do you want to hear the answer clearly from someone's mouth?"

"That would be too embarrassing."

Bu Congming lowered his arm from Wang Sheng's shoulder: "Isn't this always your style of doing things? You're mindless."

Wang Sheng raised his fist, pretending to hit him.

Bu Congming dodged nimbly and dodged to the open space next to him: "Well, how about I help you organize a party, which can be regarded as your farewell banquet. If you have anything to say to others, you can say it when it's the end." Right. No matter what, we have no regrets, let's go quickly."

Hearing what Bu Congming said, Wang Sheng was moved. He stopped his fist that was about to drop, and said awkwardly, "Thank you."

Bu Congming seized the opportunity and punched Wang Sheng on the shoulder: "What's wrong with you? Don't be awkward."

"It hurts, brother!"

He and Bu Congming made up their minds, and set it up the night before Wang Sheng left.

Wang Sheng stood by Zhang Ailin's table and coughed twice.

Zhang Ailin didn't even raise her head, she knew it was Wang Sheng: "If you fart, let it go."

"Why are you so rude."

"Get out now."

Wang Sheng bent his finger and tapped her table with his knuckles: "I'm leaving."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Ailin stopped the pen in her hand, raised her head, and looked at Wang Sheng.

These words also attracted Zhu Zhi's attention. He pushed his glasses up on the top of his head, looked at Wang Sheng, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wang Sheng scratched his head embarrassingly: "My parents are going to send me abroad, so I won't come to class next week. There is a party, so it's a farewell to everyone."

The signature pen was spinning on Zhang Ailin's fingertips, and she asked, "Where is it?"

"I'll send you back at the location."

Zhu Zhi raised his hand and asked happily, "Can I go too?"

"Of course."

"Great."

Wang Sheng looked away from Zhu Zhi, and looked at Zhang Ailin again, hesitating to speak: "There is something I have always wanted to ask you."

"What's the matter?" She looked up at him, which was one of the few respects she showed to Wang Sheng.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Sheng smiled and said, "It's okay."

"I'm sick." He rolled his eyes again.

With a gentle smile on Zhu Zhi's face, he pulled the glasses on his head down to his nose bone, and stared at Wang Sheng, as if trying to see through him.

Zhu Zhi made Wang Sheng uncomfortable, shrugged his shoulders jokingly, and returned to his seat.

Zhu Zhi stared at Wang Sheng's back, but asked Zhang Ailin beside her, "Doesn't Arlene know what Xiao Wang wants to ask?"

"know."

After getting such an answer, Zhu Zhi was slightly moved: "You want to watch him ask Zhou Zhou? Is he so generous? Won't you be jealous?"

"A little bit." All the formulas written by Zhang Ailin's pen were wrong, and the tip of the pen was slightly resentful, and all of them were ticked off.

Zhu Zhi laughed: "Then why are you letting him go to Zhou Zhou?"

Zhang Ailin frowned, turned over the damaged page, and opened a new one: "He is not bad, and his heart is good, and Zhou Zhou will not do anything to him."

"Oh?" Zhu Zhi raised his eyebrows, "Do you really believe that Wang Sheng has been stalking all this time because of his own will? You can't slap a slap, you..."

"Enough." Zhang Ailin drank Zhu Zhi.

"Oh, oh, I just said that casually, Arlene, don't be angry with me."

"Zhou Zhou is good no matter what, whether she is good or bad, everything is good, if everything is what she wants to do, then she will do what she wants to do."

Zhu Zhi still smiled and said nothing.

"Fool. If you only give your heart, you won't get it."

She said so in her heart.

"Zhu Zhi!"

Suddenly, Chen Zhan's shout sounded from the classroom door.

She tilted her head, walked around Zhang Ailin, and saw Chen Zhan standing outside the door angrily.

Zhu Zhi was both happy and unhappy.

She got up slowly, walked towards Chen Zhan slowly, pretended to be careless, suppressed the joy of seeing her in her heart, and stretched her waist: "Why is Zhan Zhan here again?"

Chen Zhan pulled Zhu Zhi's arm involuntarily, came to an empty corner, and stared at him: "Do you know about Zhou Zhou?"

Zhu Zhi asked knowingly, "What's the matter?"

In Chen Zhan's eyes, her lazy appearance seemed to fuel the fire in her heart: "What's your attitude?!"

Zhu Zhi's eyes turned cold: "Did I say that? If you come to me, it's not about me, then don't come."

Chen Zhan raised his hand to hit her again, but this time Zhu Zhi didn't hide, he slapped her firmly on the face, and faint palm prints appeared on her fair skin.

Chen Zhan panicked: "Why don't you hide?"

Zhu Zhi rubbed her cheek with the back of her hand, and she felt the pain. She laughed again: "If hitting me can calm you down, then go ahead and hit me."

She took two steps forward, while Chen Zhan in front of her subconsciously stepped back.

Zhu Zhi stared straight at Chen Zhan's eyes, her eyes were full of determination, she was still pressing down on Chen Zhan step by step, until he forced Chen Zhan to the corner of the porcelain wall.

Chen Zhan seemed even more flustered, and wanted to push her away, but to no avail: "You...what do you want to do?"

Zhu Zhi leaned into Chen Zhan's ear and murmured in a low voice: "You can hit me because I make you unhappy. But you can't come to me because of other people's affairs, do you hear me clearly?"