The school girl at the same table can't be a middle school girl

There are only two self-study sessions on Saturday night, both of which are used for exams, two weekly tests of physics and chemistry.

In order to avoid the situation last night, Jiang Chen endured until half an hour before the last evening self-study, and then took out the novel from the drawer.

At this point, he doesn't believe that Lao Hua is still here to inspect, especially today is Saturday, it is estimated that Lao Hua is drinking and chatting with his fishing friends now.

At 10:20 in the evening, the bell rang, and it was time for self-study next night. An Yimo picked up her schoolbag, listened to the song, and walked out of the classroom.

Jiang Chen on the side was not in a hurry, chatting nonsense with the two sons at the back table.

Cheng Kexing talked about the last game-winning shot in the afternoon, his eyes sparkled, and he was full of complacency.

Wait until the classroom is almost gone one after another.

Jiang Chen just waved his hands to the turtle and Cheng Xing
"gone."

He picked up his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom, came to the school parking lot, found his bicycle, unlocked it, and got in the car.

"Go."

at night,

Stars and moons adorn the dreams of the dark night, and the night wind brings the Malan flowers in the distance to the travelers.

Jiang Chen was riding a bicycle, on the way home, the breeze was blowing gently, blowing his bangs, he kept stepping on the pedals, and the bicycle was driving fast.

"Ok?"

At this time, Jiang Chen saw a familiar figure in front of him, a girl with short hair, carrying a light blue schoolbag, and riding a light blue bicycle.

"An Yimo?" Jiang Chen speeded up, and then came to the side of that figure, and found that it was exactly what he was thinking.

"Classmate An, are you going this way too?"

Jiang Chen asked.

But he regretted it after asking?
How could he ask such a stupid question, like taking the same plane and asking people around you if you are going to such and such a place?

Otherwise, why not fly halfway and parachute down to eat a chicken?
But An Yimo didn't seem to notice this flaw, she just glanced at Jiang Chen, nodded, and hummed lightly.

After that, Jiang Chen no longer accelerated, but maintained the same cycling speed as An Yimo, driving beside her.

When An Yimo saw this, he ignored it, maybe it was just a certain section of the road.

But after a long time, Jiang Chen still followed her.

"Jiang Chen, you?"

An Yimo just wanted to say, why are you following me?But thinking of today's social death scene, there is no more content.

"Haha, drop by the way." Jiang Chen replied with a smile.

"really."

An Yimo muttered in a low voice, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Luckily she didn't say that.

Successfully avoided another embarrassment.

She glanced at Jiang Chen beside her again.

He hummed silently.

I'd like to see how long he can go along the way, but I don't believe he can make it home.

Not long after, at the Qingxiu District parking lot, after Jiang Chen and An Yimo locked the car,
Eyes wide open.

Looking at each other, there is only surprise.

"You live here?"

Jiang Chen asked first.

"En." An Yimo nodded.

"Where do you live?"

"Um…"

The short-haired beautiful girl pondered for a while, and finally pointed in one direction.

"Front."

No way?Is it such a coincidence?

Jiang Chen muttered in his heart.

"Let's go."

Jiang Chen took a step first, then said.

"what?"

An Yimo asked with some doubts.

"go home."

Jiang Chen simply said.

"Why did you call me at home?"

An Yimo was puzzled.

"If you have the ability, don't follow."

Jiang Chen said.

At this moment, An Yimo realized that the road Jiang Chen was walking was in the direction of going to her house, then she stopped talking and followed Jiang Chen.

After a while, Jiang Chen stood in the yard in front of his own house, while An Yimo stood in the yard in front of the house opposite his house.

The two stopped and looked at each other, their expressions even more shocked.

"An Yimo, do you live here?" Jiang Chen pointed to the opposite house and said.

"En." An Yimo nodded.

"Are you Grandpa An's granddaughter?"

Jiang Chen thought for a while and said, both of them are surnamed An, and at the age of Grandpa An, they should not be daughters, but most likely granddaughters, as for great-granddaughters, it should not be.

"En." An Yimo nodded again.

At that moment, Jiang Chen said with a smile.

"An Yimo, do you think we are destined for each other? Not only are we at the same table, but we are also neighbors."

Lan Feng, who was sitting in Jiang Chen's soul room, sighed while eating melon.

"It's hard to end without getting married in this situation."

"Who is destined to be with you?" An Yimo said, opened the door of the house and was about to walk in, but suddenly thought of something, and then called out with a chuckle.

"small stone."

Hearing this address, Jiang Chen froze in place as if petrified.

"You, how do you know this name?" Jiang Chen asked.

But the sound of closing the door answered him.

The corners of An Yimo's mouth slightly raised,
Turn on the light in the living room, put away the schoolbag, and then gently walk to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

Grandpa is getting old, so he goes to bed early, and he is already playing chess with Duke Zhou.

After finishing, An Yimo came to the desk, opened the diary, and lay down on the bed after writing today's diary.

At this time, Jiang Chen on the other side was holding his mobile phone and swiping a certain tone.

The expression on the face is sometimes joyful and sometimes sad.

After a while, Jiang Chen scolded himself.

"I can't brush anymore, sleep."

Then put the phone on the table to charge, then lay down on the bed and closed your eyes...

.

In the middle of the night, in the room, An Yimo turned over on the bed a few times, and finally picked up the mobile phone that was placed on the table. The time was approaching, but she still didn't fall asleep.

She beat the pillow with her fist, a little irritable and helpless, she sat by the bed for a while and then went out of the yard.

I moved a small stool and sat in the yard, blowing the cool evening breeze, and the wisps of breeze wiped away a little bit of irritability in my heart.

She scratched her delicate hair with her hands, and her beautiful little face was a bit haggard. If she continued to suffer from insomnia like this, Qiu Shui's eyes would almost turn into panda eyes.

At this time, the evening wind was gradually raging, and a clear and pleasant voice sounded.

"Yimo, I'm here."

This sudden voice startled An Yimo, she frowned slightly, and then felt a little familiar, not the content of the speech, but the accent, a bit like the tone of the boy named Deng Guizhi today.

"Nine children?"

An Yimo looked at the elf floating in front of her eyes and said.

"Well, wherever there are insomniacs, there is my diary spirit Jiu'er."

Hearing this, An Yimo was a little speechless.

It's also thanks to Jiang Chen not being here, otherwise he would have to make a whole sentence.

Wherever there is danger, there is Le Lexia.

"Did you show up for the adventure story thing?"

An Yimo asked, there was some expectation in her eyes, it was the longing hidden deep in her heart, like a caged bird longing for the blue sky, freedom and freedom.

"Ah."

Jiu'er nodded.

"Then, what to do then?"

"You need to say the slogan."

"Slogan? What slogan?"

"Of course it's the energy of Ba La La, Hu Ni La, the transformation of the magic fairy!"

An Yimo: "."

"Hey, just kidding, the slogan is the sentence you wrote in your diary last night."

" Oh."

An Yimo responded, then looked at the bright moon in the night sky, clasped her hands on her chest, and murmured softly.

"The stars are shining, the wind and the moon are whispering"