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The efficiency of correcting papers in the third year of senior high school is always surprisingly high, and the results are announced in less than two days.

Arm in arm, Ai Qian and Pan Yanxi searched up and down the blackboard behind the class, and finally saw their rankings.

Not too bad, not too bad, Ai Qian pursed her lips and smiled, and was poked in the face by Pan Yanxi.

Peace of mind?

Ai Qian stuck out her tongue at her, and then looked around. Pan Yanxi cooperated knowingly, and moved to her right side, blocking the way between her and the window.

She took out her cell phone from her pocket, dug out the address book, and found Qin Zishuang's cell phone. After pausing on it for a while, she slid down.

Teacher Zhang said that she was the first to be notified when the results came out.

Put away the mobile phone and the class bell rang. This is a music class, and the music teacher always arrives slowly like a slow melody, so the class is lazy.

The noise continued, the students had just passed the exam, and their minds relaxed a lot. At the moment, they were origami airplanes with a few draft papers, and the class was full of smoke.

A paper airplane full of formulas followed a strange trajectory and was thrown towards the back of Ai Qian's head.

Ai Qian immediately put away her phone, turned her head to look at the person who came, and saw a tall boy at the back door of the class, grinning at her, fearing that she would not be able to hear him, he shouted: Zhang Wenbin is looking for you.

Because the voice was too loud, all eyes fell on Ai Qian.

Their scandal has been raging for more than a day or two.

Ai Qianheixian walked to the back door with her head buried in a groaning sound.

Zhang Wenbin stood alone in the corridor, looking from behind, the north wind was bleak, and he felt a little sad.

Ai Qian stretched out her hand to poke him, but she stopped in the air, and whispered to the back of his head: Hey.

Zhang Wenbin didn't look back, and Ai Qian couldn't step forward. The distance that was not too close and not too far suddenly became awkward. She coughed, looked at the figure of the teacher Xiao Suibu downstairs, and said, "It's all right."

Zhang Wenbin interrupted her: You have been avoiding me recently.

He said yes.

Ai Qian let out an oh, and suddenly thought of a certain sentence someone said one night, feeling a little uncomfortable, but still adjusted her breath and said: No, I have been busy with the exam recently.

Zhang Wenbin seemed to be gracious at the other end, but he didn't seem to have any. Which school did he plan to take?

The topic changed a little quickly, and Ai Qian couldn't react. She watched the teacher's voice disappear downstairs and replied: A major.

Zhang Wenbin suddenly turned around, and Ai Qian took a step back unexpectedly, looking at the sudden smiling face of the person in front of her, feeling a little bewildered.

Go back, I'm off to gym class.

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Unexpectedly, Qin Zishuang came to pick Ai Qian up after school.

Why did you say that you didn't expect it, and why did you say in person, because they haven't seen each other for a long time, and occasionally through Zhang Shurong's tone, they know that she has secured another client, that she has drunk again, that she has not had dinner again, that she has another... stay up.

Knowing that she had dinner with Liu Haotian again.

Although Ai Qian didn't understand why Zhang Shurong gave her the break between classes to talk to her about Qin Zishuang's recent activities, but at least she didn't feel bored.

Did you just get off the plane? Ai Qian just got into the car, and asked her immediately after closing the car door.

Qin Zishuang naturally took her schoolbag and put it aside, looked up to straighten her messy bangs, hummed lightly, and asked: What do you want to eat tonight?

After hearing this, Ai Qian glanced at the direction the car was driving, it was not home, and asked suspiciously: Go out to eat?

Qin Zishuang smiled, yes, I heard that you did well in the exam, of course, as my aunt, I want to help you celebrate.

Me as an aunt.

Ai Qian pursed her mouth, she was really addicted.

Want to eat steak.

Qin Zishuang took her to a western food restaurant on the top floor of a shopping mall in the city center. It is said that the scenery here is beautiful and the view is excellent. It is said that it only accepts VIP customers, and it is said that the price of a pasta here is sky-high.

The moment Ai Qian stepped into the door, she shrugged off her school uniform, which only cost 100 yuan, and smelled a smell of corruption in the restaurant.

But before she had time to satirize this with a sarcasm she read in a book she read yesterday, a person suddenly appeared in her sight.

To be exact, a couple.

The couple were sitting by the window, the man smiled softly at the woman, the woman was shy, the man gently cut small pieces of beef and put them on her plate, his extra movements were smoothing her bangs.

If such a pleasant action is an ordinary couple, watching it may be pleasing to the eye, or it may make people gnash their teeth, but Ai Qian's current thoughts are only disgusting.

Yes, it is disgusting.

That man is her father.

She stood in a daze for a while, and looked at it for a while. Her father seemed to have noticed the scorching gaze, and glanced in her direction. This glance made her turn her body and hide behind a pillar, and then Qin Zishuang stood up. in front of her.

She noticed Ai Qian's strangeness, looked at her just now, paused, and looked down at her slightly.

Let's change places.Ai Qian looked at Qin Zishuang pleadingly.

Qin Zishuang frowned, looked up at the pair again, and saw that the woman seemed to have said something, which made the man lean back and laugh.