It was already 6:40 when Yin Xinhui climbed onto the classroom floor.

The third year of high school occupied a teaching building in Z Middle School, which was six floors high and had three classrooms on each floor. The design of this teaching building is quite like Z Middle School, with an L-shaped shape, and there is a staircase at each end of "L".

There is a large classroom on the first floor of the teaching building since its establishment, which has been the Physical Chemistry Office of the Senior High School since its establishment. There are also classrooms of Class 3 and Class 4 stationed on the first floor. The school places key classes on the upper floor to avoid interference from people walking on the stairs. In this way, classrooms of Class 1, Class 2 and Class 8 are placed on the sixth floor, while classrooms of Class 12 and Class 15 are on the fifth floor. At the beginning of the school year, some students laughed at: They are isolated from the world and want to be balanced? The school’s previous statement was that they hoped for balanced development in the third grade of senior high school.

Although the teaching building has two staircases, the utilization rates of the two staircases are very different. The exit at the horizontal line of L is relatively remote and few people walk. However, students in Class 8 generally prefer to walk the staircase, so there are mostly students in Class 8 when school is over.

At this time, Yin Xinhui came out of the stairs, put the belt of the umbrella in her hand on her wrist, then put her hands on the windowsill, and looked forward.

The weather in November has gradually turned colder. The wind in the evening is not as warm as before, but it is replaced by a slight coldness. Looking from afar, there are a few dark clouds floating in the sky, and the whole sky seems a little depressing. The dormitory in the distance seems a little desolate on such an evening, like an abandoned orphan.

She looked at the gradually darkening sky, and it was probably going to rain tonight, right?

It seems that it hasn't rained hard for a long time. She remembered that the last heavy rain had happened before the National Day.

When he walked into the classroom, he saw Wang Wei standing in front of the blackboard behind the classroom and carefully studying an announcement.

Wang Wei turned around and saw her smiling, revealing her two little tiger teeth. She waved to Yin Xinhui: "Yin Xinhui, have you seen the ranking of the monthly exam?"

The second monthly exam, which lasted for three days, was overwhelmingly passed, and the results of each subject were released. The speed of the teachers' correction papers really surprised Yin Xinhui.

When school was over this afternoon, class monitor Zou Jiming posted the rankings of classmates on the blackboard, and some classmates rushed up to see them.

Since the results are out, a parent-teacher meeting will definitely be held next. Yin Xinhui feels: In China, exams and parent-teacher meetings are like twin brothers, always appearing one after another.

Xinhui shook her head. She never cared about rankings. Yin Xinya once said: Results and rankings are both false, and only rewards are substantial.

She walked back to her seat and hung the umbrella on the hook next to the table. Today there were very few people in the classroom.

Class 8 has the least number of people in the whole grade, with only about forty people, and only about ten students staying at the accommodation. In the past, about 15 students came to attend evening self-study. Tonight, I wonder if you don’t even bother to attend evening self-study if it rains. There are only 7 people in the huge classroom.

Half an hour after evening self-study, suddenly a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a loud thunder. In the blink of an eye, heavy rain poured down.

The windows of the classroom are always open, and the cool breeze comes in through the window and blows into the classroom. The students sitting by the window in the classroom are quickly getting up, closing the window and pulling up the curtains.

Xinhui moved slightly in her heart, put down her pen and stood up and walked out of the classroom to the corridor, looking at the mountains hidden in the rain in the distance with a little joy. The evening breeze blew up a few strands of her hair and gently brushed her face.

Xiao Han was always late. When he walked up to the sixth floor, he saw Yin Xinhui leaning on the railing and looking forward in a daze. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his face was pleasant.

The dusk was getting thick, and the wind and the smell of rain blew over. Xiao Han stood quietly at the entrance of the stairs, looking at the girl not far ahead.

Although it has entered November and the weather is getting colder, she is wearing very thin clothes on this cold rainy night. She is wearing only a white T-shirt on her upper body, and the hem is carried up by the wind. The black hair tied behind her neck is also blown into an arc by the wind. The hazy lights in the corridor are softly draped over her, and her figure is becoming more and more delicate against the backdrop of the night rain.

He walked over and said, "Yin Xinhui, what are you doing here?"

Yin Xinhui was shocked and turned around and saw that under the dim light, Xiao Han was wearing a blue sweatpants and casually wore a blue T-shirt on her upper body, which was refreshing.

"Why aren't you getting wet?" Xinhui was very curious. He didn't hold an umbrella at all.

"Why are you so vicious? You are looking forward to me being drenched in the rain?" Xiao Han looked serious, but there was a faint smile in his eyes.

Xinhui flattened her mouth, "Tsk. If you do evil, you will die." Although she knew he was joking, she actually said that she was "bad-hearted"?

Xiao Han walked to her and stood there, looking into the distance, and his voice faintly said: "I was in the first floor office just now."

Strange, this person will also report his whereabouts?

"The chemistry teacher is looking for you?" Xinhui turned her head to look at him. No wonder he didn't carry his schoolbag.

"Um."

Xinhui heard him "um" and thought he didn't want to say more, so she stopped asking anything. She turned around and supported her hand on the railing and supported her head to look at the rain curtain.

But he suddenly said, "The results of the chemistry competition have come out, Teacher Zhan will report my grades." His eyes were still looking ahead.

Teacher Zhan is a chemistry teacher.

Xinhui knew that several people in the class participated in the chemistry competition, and Xiao Han was one of them, and the most promising one. She didn't ask about his grades - sometimes the most promising means the most despair.

"He is a chemistry teacher who is doing well recently?" Xinhui felt that she had to say something. In fact, she just took chemistry class in the afternoon.

He was stunned for a moment, then slowly pulled up the corner of his mouth, and something spread out in his deep black pupils: "He is very good. Don't worry." His eyes instantly became bright and dazzling, just like a meteor crossing the sky, brilliant and dazzling.

"oh."

Neither of them spoke. The long-lost tranquility flowed in the air.

It was still evening study time, and the campus was very quiet. There were only two of them in the huge corridor on the sixth floor.

The rain was drizzling, and the neon lights on the streets in the distance were flashing in the rain. The water vapor blurred the color of the lights. Through the intertwined rain, the mountains surrounded by clouds and mists could be vaguely seen further away, like a light and light painting of ink painting. The wind kept pouring over the end of the corridor and rolled over from the two of them.

Xinhui remembers a poem taken during the moon test: sparse shadows slanted across the water, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk.

Such a night looks a bit warm.

"Look, after so many days of being bored, it feels much cooler tonight." She looked at the rain curtain intently, and the wind blew on her face very comfortable, with a slight smell of rain, and it was cool.

Xiao Han's face had returned to his former smile, and his voice became clearer and clearer: "Do you like rainy days?"

Xinhui found that his eyes were very bright when he smiled.

"I watched TV at home when I was in elementary school when it rained. I still remember the leisurely feeling." Does this count as an answer? It seems that I didn't say anything.

"So it rains to make you remember the past?" He seemed quite interested.

"Remember the past?" Xinhui repeated subconsciously, "I can't say it. I just think it's not bad if it rains. Don't you?" She turned her head to look at him.

"It's not bad." Xiao Han looked ahead absent-mindedly. After a while, he said, "Get in."

"Oh." Xinhui looked at her watch, and the get out of class was over in 6 minutes.

The two entered through the back door. Xiao Han sat down in his seat.

In short, Xiao Han also made some contributions to Class 8. As soon as he arrived, the classroom became 8 people. If he didn't come to study at night, the meaning would be different. Although 7 and 8 are only one person apart, they are half the dividing line.
Chapter completed!