My Empress is My Bad Girl

After thinking about it, tangled, and tangled, the time has come to May, and this matter will not be resolved for the time being.

Yun Dai originally thought that she still had a lot of time to help Wei Xin contact Zhao Yuanjing slowly. Unexpectedly, after a month, Zhao Yuanjing would no longer appear in the classroom.

Everyone is starting at the end of the preparation period, and the study is very tense, but there are inexplicably few people in the class, so it is inevitable that people will care.

Especially the little boy in ancient costume.

Just watching it in the classroom is also pleasing to the eye.

Is he sick?

Qian Hui went directly to ask Yun Dai, "Why hasn't Zhao Xiaojing been here for several days? Has he asked for leave?"

"I don't know." Yun Dai shook her head.

"You're the monitor, shouldn't you care about your classmates?"

"Let me ask the head teacher."

After class, Yun Dai went to the office to ask Teacher Yang.

Teacher Yang pushed his glasses and said with a smile, "Zhao Xiaojing is going to take the college entrance examination."

"High school entrance examination???"

Yun Dai was shocked.

"Don't you know? I thought Zhao Xiaojing had already told you." Teacher Yang smiled, "I've also seen gossip on the Internet, you and Xiaojing, the two of you..."

"I don't have anything to do with him for a long time. It's purely because I care about my classmates as the monitor. The classmates thought he was sick, so I'll ask you, since he's okay, that's fine."

"There are still three days before the exam. I was afraid that it would affect his study in the classroom, so I asked him to go home in advance." Teacher Yang remembered something, "By the way, I took these exam papers back and sent them out, and I will take a holiday. The place is for people to take the college entrance examination, these are the last night when I went home."

Yun Dai picked up the test paper, thought about it, and couldn't help but ask, "He's only in the first year of high school. Is it necessary to take the college entrance examination in such a hurry? Can you be sure?"

Teacher Yang laughed: "You have no confidence in Zhao Xiaojing? I think he was a waste of time in the first year of high school. He should have avoided the high school entrance examination and went directly to the college entrance examination."

"Not really."

"With his ability, he will definitely go abroad for further studies in the future."

"Mr. Yang, don't be so patriotic, you can't study in China?"

"You don't understand." Teacher Yang shook his head slightly, "Science knows no borders. If you want to enter the top scientific realm, it is absolutely impossible to work behind closed doors."

Yun Dai said: "Maybe science has no borders, but people have borders, and science is created by people."

Teacher Yang found it interesting: "You are very assertive at a young age. It's rare. However, in the teacher's opinion, science is not created by people, but waiting for people to discover. It seems that you don't want Zhao Xiaojing to go abroad?"

"That's not true. We can't stop people from making progress."

Yun Dai returned to the classroom with the test paper in her hand. In addition to a wave of mourning, many people also asked Zhao Xiaojing.

Yundai gave the answer.

Like Yun Dai's reaction, the classmates were stunned.

"He actually wants to take the college entrance examination?"

"No, we're only freshmen~!"

"Is your first year of high school the same thing as someone else's first year of high school? Why didn't you win the first prize in the Mathematical Olympiad?"

"You run against me again, I'm welcome to you!"

There was a lot of discussion in the classroom.

Yun Dai silently distributed the test papers, and when she walked to Zhao Yuanjing's seat, she looked at the empty table and felt inexplicably sad in her heart.

He just left without saying a word.

In his heart, without Sister Yun's memory, she is worse than a stranger.

She was like a rag that was abandoned when it was used up. In his eyes, she was worthless, not worth nostalgia at all.