What was different about the sun on July 11th? In He Si's eyes, it was probably gentler than usual.

Zhuang Wenche took her to play for a whole day, and on her seventeenth birthday, she received a dress from Zhuang Wenche.

"Why did you think of giving this as a gift?" Zhuang Wenche expected that she would be surprised, "You can take it back, I don't want it."

"Huh?" Zhuang Wenche didn't expect this, "Why? You don't like it? According to the normal plot, you shouldn't be so moved, right?"

"Please read less romance novels. This is too expensive for me. I don't want it."

"What? You like..." Zhuang Wenche suddenly thought of something and continued with a smile, "'Woman, you successfully attracted my attention?' This kind of thing?"

"What do you think?"

The most embarrassing thing is that I smiled but the person opposite didn't, and looked at you calmly, "Okay, okay, don't be so serious, you're just joking."

After all the hard work from Zhuang Wenche, He seemed to finally accept this gift.

To be honest, she couldn't remember the last time she wore a skirt, if she didn't count the black skirt she wore when she went to the bar to play and sing.

What Zhuang Wenche gave her was a brown dress that reached to her knees and had a black bow on the chest. I have to say that Zhuang Wenche had a very good taste.

She wore this skirt when school started.

The moment I entered the classroom, I was really impressed and received a lot of nice compliments.

"Not bad, I have good taste."

"Just give it a try."

Lu Qinglin, who was sitting in front, looked at the two people behind with a knowing expression, pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and then said coquettishly: "I want to wear a skirt too."

He was kicked by Zhuang Wenche and shut his mouth.

Life in their senior year of high school is very different from what they imagined.

I originally thought that I would take a month of make-up classes, but after removing the morning reading, the time spent on self-study from afternoon to evening was much longer. The time I could allocate doubled than usual, but there was never enough time.

Everyone feels that there are endless classes to take, endless homework to write, and endless knowledge points to memorize.

The teacher shouts on the podium every day, "Persistence is victory" and "The most important thing in the senior year of high school is hard work."

These words have become commonplace on the Internet, but from the moment I enter my senior year of high school, every word of encouragement brings not only motivation, but also visible pressure and fatigue.

On August 16th, Zhuang Wenche discovered for the first time that people are sometimes so busy that they forget their birthdays.

In the early morning of August 16th, when he was still scratching his head over an unsolvable math problem, Lu Qinglin and Ke Chuan brought out a birthday cake from an unknown corner.

He was a little surprised and a little aggrieved.

Lu Qinglin smeared the cake with his finger and applied it towards Zhuang Wenche's face.

In the next second, the three people were fighting together.

Although the three of them were posted on the bulletin board that day because they stayed up late at night and disturbed the order of the dormitory, it was the happiest day since they made up for extra classes in August.

He Siren couldn't arrive, but in order to send blessings as soon as possible, he gave the birthday gift to Lu Qinglin and asked him to deliver it in the early morning. Lu Qinglin took the opportunity to make Zhuang Wenche sad.

In fact, it cannot be said to be one day, because the birthdays of Lu Qinglin and Zhuang Wenche are only one day apart.

On the 17th, the same thing happened again, but this time they were very cautious to avoid being posted on the bulletin board again.

The next day, Zhuang Wenche told He Shizhi the story of what happened.

It was also the first time in so many days that he saw Zhuang Wenche finally looking like his former self.

At the beginning of this supplementary class, after entering the mathematics review, the difficulty of mathematics became more and more difficult, making Zhuang Wenche, who was not very good at mathematics to begin with, hit new lows again and again in mathematics.

Because I struggled too much with mathematics, I fell behind in other subjects.
Chapter completed!