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Even Song Han looked over speechlessly because of the original four words, but it is still possible to use Chihuang as the team name, which is crazy, after all, even Xiang Jinru didn't directly use these two words as the team name.

After scanning around, there was no opinion, so it was decided.

"do it again."

……

It was already late at night when it ended, Jing Fan had made plans to stay here permanently, brought a lot of daily necessities, was sitting at the desk writing papers after washing up, when there was a knock on the door.

"What's the matter? It's so late." It was Song Han who opened the door, so he was not polite.

"Look at the lights in your room, let's see what Xueba is doing if he doesn't sleep?"

"Student master is of course studying, doing papers."

Song Han frowned, "It's one o'clock, can you rest enough every day? It's too physical..." Song Han didn't agree with her grasping with both hands. Although she didn't know why she insisted so much, but this kind of work and rest obviously is unhealthy.

"I'm fine, which high school senior didn't stay up until midnight." Jing Fan interrupted her, "I'm still young, Boss Song can't ask me for his daily rest time."

"..." Sharp teeth, poking people where they hurt, despicable! "I'm not old either. I'm 24 years old. I'm in my prime." Song Han retorted through gritted teeth.

Jing Fan smiled, "Then Boss Song hasten to take care of your business, I still have to work hard to stabilize my number one."

"All right," Song Han saw that he couldn't persuade her, so he didn't say much, "Go to bed early."

"Well, good night." Jing Fan was about to close the door, but Song Han suddenly turned around again. "What's wrong?" Jing Fan asked.

"What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?"

"Ah?" Jing Fan held the doorknob, a little unresponsive, and then answered after a moment of stunned: "... pancakes, do you have any?"

Song Han just smiled, turned around and went downstairs.

Jing Fan closed the door, sat down at the desk, and looked at the half-finished biological genetic problem, suddenly lost his train of thought,

Next to the desk, there is a golden trophy: Song Han won the first prize in the xx biology competition.

Jing Fan stared at it for a while, stretched out his hand and turned it around, bowed his head and continued to work on the question.

Chapter 28

The next day, after Jing Fan packed up, he got the pancakes handed over by Song Han. They were hot, crispy, and well seasoned. Pancakes.

She looked at the big pancake wrapped in a white plastic bag, and at the hot white fungus soup and a few side dishes on the table, not feeling moved at all.

"Sister, are you not used to Tan Chen's breakfast?" Bei Xiaochi looked at the pancake in her hand suspiciously and asked.

"Tsk," Song Han glanced at her, and smiled terribly, "I ran 50 meters to the street corner to buy pancakes for you, so don't waste your time."

"No waste." Jing Fan opened the bag, glared at Song Han, and bit down hard.

Song Han couldn't help laughing out loud as he watched her holding back her anger with a superficial smile.

"Sister, what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, eat yours."

"Why, you're in a good mood today?" He Cheng asked aloud when he saw Jing Fan brushing through the three comprehensive papers and finally closing the pen cap with satisfaction.

"Huh? No, what's the matter?" Jing Fan said, and put the finished paper in front of He Cheng.

He Cheng took the answers from Jing Fan to help her grade the papers, and replied: "When did you do the papers, it's not like fighting monsters. After finishing one paper, it's one paper. Today, I finished three papers in a row, and I'm still laughing." on."

"The power of music." Jing Fan smiled, watched He Cheng read the answer twice, and finally put a big check mark in resignation.

"Don't give people a way to live—" He Cheng sighed. He has been so busy recently that he felt powerless when doing the questions. All right.It's okay to live under the aura of Jingxuan before, but now they have to live under the aura of Jing Fan. These two brothers and sisters are simply not human.

"Thank you." Gracefully returned the test paper, folded it and put it aside, and started to study the next subject.

He Cheng gritted his teeth, looked at her smiling face, and felt that this person's nature could hardly be concealed.

Song Han had a dream. In fact, she hadn't had a dream for a long time. Even if she did, she couldn't remember it. She forgot it when she woke up, but this time she didn't.

In the dream, it snowed a lot, and the entire three districts were filled with whiteness all over the sky. At night, the lights and shadows of various colors mixed and contrasted with each other, adding a strange beauty to the place that was already full of wine.

Song Han walked into the blazing gate with ease, and a sound làng came to him, almost toppling the roof of the house.

In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest.

Looking at the people on the stage who were sweating profusely, with loose hair and vigorously swinging drumsticks, they felt that everything was as it should be.

She heard someone talking in her ear, "Do you like it?" The moment a gentle male voice sounded, it seemed that everything around was separated, and only one sentence was left, which fell lightly to her ear: "Do you like it?" ?”

She raised her head to look forward again, but the sight was covered by heavy snow, there was no one on the stage, and the wild and flamboyant woman disappeared, and when she turned her head again, there was no one beside her.

What she'd lost, she knew, but she couldn't find it, so clearly, she couldn't find it.

The heavy snow covered all places as far as the eyes could see, non-stop, one after another.

A thunderbolt fell, Song Han woke up with a sudden tremor and shivered.