Liu Xiaofeng has almost no sense of existence in the class, and usually has no chance to chat with a mathematics god like Zhou Si Yue. He is quite in awe of him, and he touches mathematics within a few words.
Zhou Si Yue was easy-going and could chat with anyone. He answered whatever Liu Xiaofeng said.
Liu Xiaofeng seized the opportunity to learn from him: "I heard that you all learned mathematics in the competition class in the second year?"
The sun was dazzling, and Zhou Si Yue squinted his eyes and walked casually, bowing his head indifferently.
Liu Xiaofeng wowed, "How is it? Will math in the second year be particularly difficult? I feel that I can't bear the weight of the class this semester."
Zhou Si Yue turned his head and glanced at him, "Are you not good at math?"
Liu Xiaofeng ,For a moment.
When did the great god pay attention to him?
It hasn't been a month since school started. He actually knew that he was good at math. He couldn't help scratching the back of his head, blushing a little: "But it feels like you're still a bit different."
Zhou Si Yue chuckled lightly and didn't catch up on it. .
Liu Xiaofeng stubbornly said: "You...you seem to be good at math at the same table."
"Normally."
Zhou Si Yue answered honestly.
Liu Xiaofeng: "You see she seems to be able to do a lot of difficult problems in the homework."
Zhou Si Yue glanced at him suspiciously: "The homework?"
Liu Xiaofeng panicked, as if to say something, hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Don't think about it, It's just that I heard the teacher talk about her from the math teacher several times."
The two quickly walked to the check-in office, and the boys group had already started the check-in.
Someone from the inspection office came over with a board and chatted with Zhou Si Yue for a while. When that person left, Zhou Si Yue made preparations and asked Liu Xiaofeng again and again: "What did the teacher say?"
Huh? Liu Xiaofeng thought he had been forgotten by others, but he remembered it when he didn't realize it.
"It's said that her math grades have improved a lot. This time, she seems to have done a good job in the basic test."
... When Ding Xian came back, Yu Keke hadn't left yet, and was leaning on the railing and looking down.
The starting point of the 100-meter race has already begun some people are doing preparatory activities.
Ding Xian walked over and stood beside her, "Is there anyone in your class for the 100-meter final?"
Yu Keke nodded, "Yes, there is a sports student in our class, from the athletics school team."
"Don't you need to go back and cheer?"
Especially ridiculous: "Just add it here."
"Okay."
After an autumn rain, Qiuhuo warmed up with love.
The sun was high, the air was filled with a strong smell of plastic, and there was not a single grass on the football field, and all of them tilted their heads and their heads stunned. This moment Ding Xian in the audience.
Yu KeKe simply wore a sleeveless dress today. Below is a short skirt for cheerleaders. There is not much fabric, just covering the base of the thigh. Exposed a pair of straight long legs.
Her legs are rarely straight, just like two chopsticks, standing upright.
Yu KeKe put her hands on the railing and looked at her sideways: "What did you just say you want to tell me?"
"Next is the women's 100-meter final. Please leave as soon as possible for the students on the runway." The
broadcast came again . .
Ding Xian bowed her head, filled her courage, and clenched her fists.
Yu Keke looked at her half-jokingly: "You won't embezzle my love letter? Do you like Zhou Si Yue too?"
Ding Xian looked up in panic.
She can see the situation, and said hurriedly: "Well, don't be nervous, I'm joking. What the hell is it?"
"I accidentally tore your love letter to pieces, and I..."
"What's the matter?"
"I copied another copy for you."
She completely conceded to herself.
Yu KeKe: "In other words, did you read my love letter?"
"...I'm sorry."
Yu Ke Ke laughed again: "How did I write?"
"..."
Hey?
Ding Xian looked at her, and Yu Keke didn't care: "Whatever, I didn't write it by myself anyway."
...
"Although you don't care, I still want to say sorry to you. I didn't tear it up on purpose. I didn’t mean to read your letterhead, really, I’m sorry. I’m so guilty."
"Guilty?" Yu KeKe looked at her with a smile: "If you feel guilty, then do me a favor."
"What?"
"In the future. I'll come to you for dinner at noon, OK? "
Huh?
"Looking for me to eat?"
Yu. ke Ke nodded: "Yes, I want to eat with you."
" Where are the girls in your class?"
"I don't like them." Yu KeKe said directly.
"Okay..."
Seeing her nodding, Yu Keke smiled happily, turned around, leaned on the railing, and pointed towards the starting line, "The boys' group has started!"
Two boys in the finals of the third class did let the other classes win. The pressure of the classmates doubled, and the squad leader and a group of classmates were already waiting in the audience to cheer, and the girls were ready to move.
"Zhou Si Yue is more and more Zhou Si Yue is more."
Hearing the sound, Yu Keke turned her head and glanced around. He probably saw that the two girls looked like they were not a threat, and then he turned his head indifferently.
With a "bang" shot.
The shadows of the eight people over there were like arrows from the string, Ding Xian heard a deafening sound—
"Zhou Siyue ! Come on!" Hey, hey, you are in Class 10, did you put your fuel on the wrong side?
Yu Keke didn't care about the gazes around him at all, and continued to shout hard for them to cheer for them.
"...Athletes running wild on the sports field, you are not surrounded by flowers, but rainbows accustomed to seeing wind and rain. Athletes of Class 3, you are our pride, Liu Xiaofeng, come on!" The newsletter was written and sent by Ding Xiangang.
Yu Keke: "You wrote it? Yes, it's much better than my love letter. I'll hand it to you next time."
"...".
The game ended.
The school team of Class 10 is first, Zhou Si Yue is second, and Liu Xiaofeng is fifth.
Yu Keke cursed shit and went to the school team in her class to settle the account.
Standing in the audience, Ding Xian saw Yang Chunzi handing out a bottle of water to Zhou Si Yue at the finish line. The man took it and poured it on his head without drinking. The glittering golden drops of water slid down his neck into his wide jersey.
In dreams, in reality.
All seem to explain a truth.
The people around you, who they are, don't seem to be me.
Ding Xian returned to the classroom ahead of time to pack up her things. With Liu Jiang's permission, she could go home one day in advance and embark on the itinerary to Shanghai.