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"I'm hungry." Wen Miao lay on the table, and the tips of her furry hair gently swayed with her movements, like a dog tail grass waving in the wind in early autumn.

"You didn't have dinner in the morning?"

Xin Meixiang subconsciously moved her lips, but what she wanted to say had been said by Yu Zhouzhou in front of the left.

So naturally, her tone was familiar and friendly, and Xin Meika couldn't help feeling relieved while she was a little disappointed.

If you say it yourself, you must be very stiff and restrained. You will definitely be the one who hears it... think it's wrong?

How could they take it as natural, with such a beautiful posture, intimate attitude, and every move they make have an unconscious pride.

Xin Meixiang lowered her head and continued to calculate the circuit diagram on the calculation paper. However, the automatic pencil core was "bang" and a small section that broke flew towards Wen Miao, who was passing through a narrow aisle on the left. Her eyes looked along the path of the lead core flying. Wen Miao was lying pitifully on the table, her face was tilted, and she looked up at Yu Zhouzhou's back in front. A few lines were wrinkled on her forehead, but her right hand kept pulling Yu Zhouzhou's ponytail.

"I said, you must have something to eat, right? I found that you seem to have gained weight recently. Really, your face is round. Why do you eat like this? 22, hand it over, you must have something to eat..."

Amid Ma Yuanben's exaggerated laughter, Yu Zhouzhou didn't say a word, grabbed the modern Chinese dictionary on the table and turned around and patted it. His movements were straightforward and his eyes were cold. Xin Meixiang even heard the dull sound of Wen Miao's chin hitting the table.

"Why do you want to pat me?" Wen Miao jumped up, covered her chin and screamed, "Do you want to pat me to death?"

Yu Zhouzhou narrowed his eyes and smiled sinisterly: "You know too much."

Xin Meixiang withdrew her gaze and tried to connect her ideas to the unfinished circuit diagram. However, the remaining resistor in the known conditions of the question was not known which section of the path to be placed.

"Damn it, the third year of junior high school is just beginning, and there is still a whole year before the high school entrance examination. What's the hurry? I'll get up at 7 o'clock. I'll get up at about six o'clock. Why can't I get up? I'll have time to have breakfast if I stay in bed for a while... Do you have something to eat? Or have you eaten it already..."

Wen Miao's rogue voice sounded in his ears, and that resistance that had nowhere to go was crossed in Xin Meixiang's mind, like a small boat that could not be docked.

"Er Er, is this yours?" Wen Miao, who rushed into the classroom at the last moment, sat on the chair, picked up the tea eggs on the table, and gently poked Yu Zhouzhou's back with his empty hand.

Yu Zhouzhou turned around and looked at it, responded with a smile with a gossip expression that "We have noticed it long ago": "I won't lay eggs."

Ma Yuanben added in a daze: "I noticed it as soon as I came, and I don't know who put it on your table. Please ask the person who came earlier."

Xin Meixiang was immediately alert, and even felt her back tense. She always arrived in the classroom very early, and they all knew that if Wen Miao asked, if Wen Miao asked...

However, Wen Miao only looked around for a week, laughed, and then reached out and started peeling the eggshell with great rudeness.

Xin Meixiang heard a faint sigh in her heart.

She doesn't have a lot of pocket money, and maybe she can only buy him breakfast once.

However, like the heroine in the novel, she secretly bought breakfast for the boy she liked. She carried it carefully and placed it sneakily on his table, taking care of it carefully, as if nothing had happened, and every move made her feel a sense of existence.

It's like heaven is taking a camera from a distance, and she is unconsciously acting as the protagonist of a sweet story with a secret emotion.

Xin Meixiang looked up at Yu Zhouzhou who was slapped his head with a dictionary because Wen Miao was eating too loudly, and then lowered her head again. The indescribable sense of oppression in her heart seemed to have been relieved a lot.

Don't know why.

It was like the original documentary filming the scenery and life of the carefree protagonists, which was turned into a youth art film with profound themes and unique perspectives by her secret behavior.

She thought this way and smiled slightly, and Yu Guang accidentally captured Wen Miao's gaze.

The other party peeled the eggshell and glanced over her without stopping for a second.

Xin Meixiang's pen nib stopped for a moment, and then she hurriedly continued to write.

Can't you even daydream? It's so quick to expose it.

The sun is rising among buildings outside the window. The long dreamless day has just begun.

Sometimes when Xin Meixiang looks up and sees Yu Zhouzhou and Wen Miao’s classmates who are asking questions and solving problems around the table, she will have a moment of envy.

At this time, Xin Meixiang had already ranked in the top five in the class. Although she could not shake Yu Zhouzhou's leading advantage, she was obviously much stronger than Wen Miao, the sixth place in his later years.

But no one ever asked her for a question.

Perhaps because few people studied hard in this chaotic school, the only few were used to asking Yu Zhouzhou and Wen Miao; perhaps because she was once an idiot in everyone's eyes, no one would really "not be ashamed to ask" for face; perhaps because Xin Meixiang was wearing a stiff face that had been hard for thousands of years - of course, this sentence was said by Wen Miao.

At that time, Xin Meixiang was unable to control her expression, and she occasionally showed an envious look, which was captured by Yu Zhouzhou who was busy with trouble.

She joked, "Mika, are you here to help?" There was a hint of false anger in her tone.

Yu Zhouzhou's gentleness and understanding.

With a halo of the protagonists in novels and movies, he blinds others, but he seems so thoughtful, blameless and most hateful.

Xin Meika instinctively wanted to refuse, but she didn't want to lose to the heartthrob Yu Zhouzhou on the scene. She struggled for a moment, and moved her lips in vain with a forced smile.

"Come on, just her face with the 'Don't fucking annoy me'? I don't dare to ask her if I have three courages!"

At this moment, Wen Miao's playful laughter sounded, and Yu Zhouzhou picked up the dictionary without saying anything and turned around and smashed it over. Xin Meixiang took the opportunity to lower her head and confirmed Wen Miao's joke with a cold face.

When he came home from school, Yu Zhouzhou packed his schoolbag and quarreled with Wen Miao. The topic gradually shifted to the name Yu Erer. Wen Miao laughed at Yu Zhouzhou with unscrupulous attitude as Shen Zi's guards, and Xin Meixiang was upset while listening.

Different. Wen Miao has a disgusting mouth, but it is different.

What they get is different, it is different.

However, Yu Zhouzhou changed his tone and said, "By the way, I think Mika is a bit like Shen Zi."

He is just as quiet as he is, and he is just as hard at learning with a face that is "I'm fucking annoyed me".

Wen Miao shouted loudly again, "How is it like?"

Xin Meixiang picked up her schoolbag and turned around and went out.

Yes, Wen Miao is right.

They don't look like them.

Where is Chen Zi so greedy?

Xin Meixiang once again looked up at the lead-gray sky in the distance. The winter in this city is so depressing. She even began to miss the uncles who sat around her convenience store and played mahjong and drank beer in summer. With them, at least her father had a place to slap, and her mother's anger was also targeted. She could curl up in the corner of the quiet hut, like a hibernating snake, waiting for the spring that would come to nowhere.

Now, she had to face her quarrels in the cramped room. The vicious and vulgar insults made Xin Meika decide to muster up the courage to ask for a gift in the New Year.

She needs a walkman, and she can do anything, as long as she can't hear them.

Just as she was thinking this, she turned her head and saw Yu Zhouzhou casually putting the silver-white SonyCD machine on the table, slid her ears with her right hand, and laying on the table tiredly, as if she had been particularly weak in recent days.

Somehow, she suddenly felt yearning and leaned over her body and stretched her arms and poked Yu Zhouzhou on the back.

"What's wrong, Meixiang?" Yu Zhouzhou rubbed his eyes gently.

"Can you lend me your one? Just listen for a while."

Wen Miao behind Yu Zhouzhou was also listening to music, humming intoxicatedly while doing the exam.

"Take it," she smiled generously and handed it to Xin Meixiang, "I suddenly had a headache, I seemed to have a fever, I don't listen anymore, you can take it first."

Xin Meixiang used her thumb and index finger to pick up the headphones, distinguished L and R, and then gently stuffed them into the piercing of the ear.

Yu Zhouzhou forgot to turn off the machine, so the sound of Scottish bagpipes poured into Xin Meixiang's mind like flowing water.

She turned her head and saw Wen Miao, who was also wearing white headphones. She imagined her appearance at this moment. Suddenly, her nose felt sore and she lowered her head heavily.

However, Yu Zhouzhou finally forgot to return the machine from Xin Meixiang. She asked for leave before she got off to go home because of a fever and her face turned red.

Until the moment before she left, Wen Miao still stretched out his finger and put it on the back of her neck and asked seriously: "Are you familiar?"

Then he seriously wrote a report to Zhang Min and applied to send Yu Zhouzhou home.

Xin Meixiang couldn't help but smile. This is Wen Miao in her eyes.

There is a little bit of naughty, but very sensible, gentle and harmless, and responsible.

Unlike the dazzling boys in the novels she liked since childhood, Wen Miao is not Jian Ning, and Wen Miao is not even any character who can name it.

However, Xin Meixiang herself could not give any reason. Yu Zhouzhou and Wen Miao were both people who were worthy of her envy or jealousy.

But she only disliked Yu Zhouzhou.

Because Wen Miao is a boy?

Or, because of something else?

That night, Xin Meixiang sat with her headphones with satisfaction under the dim desk lamp and connected the circuit diagram smoothly and unimpededly. The parents beside her were screaming and scolding as if they were isolated from the other end, leaving only her sweet smile alone.

But she would occasionally glance at the battery mark on the narrow blue screen. After all, Yu Zhouzhou did not lend her a charger. Once there was no power, the silver-white round iron box in her hand was just a decoration that could charge the storefront - but she was not the owner at all.

They can spend this every night like this, studying and listening to music, without worrying about the exhaustion of electricity or the real master collecting debts. She, he, and they can do it.

Only hers stolen this night.

But one day.

Xin Meixiang's thoughts floated leisurely in her mind with that resistance.
Chapter completed!