One white and two green

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Everyone laughed and cheered for that brave young man, no one was sad for him, no one knew he was dead because of her.

Until another round of applause interrupted Song Qingcheng's daze, the homeroom teacher smiled kindly: "Your seat is over there, your father has already told the teacher about your situation, and you are about to take the high school entrance examination, so you have to have confidence in yourself, what's wrong with you?" If you understand, ask the teacher in time, the teacher welcomes Bai Wu to come to the office to start a small stove." After speaking, he turned to the girl who was enrolling under the podium and said: "Fu Zhoulan, you are not only a study committee member, but also Bai Wu's deskmate. , Bai Wu's homework teacher also wants to ask you to help him."

Hearing the words "Fu Zhoulan", Song Qingcheng also looked at the girl who bowed her head. Her petite body was buried between the textbooks, a little resisting the gaze of the outside world. Probably because she was angry with herself, Song Qingcheng sat beside her silently.It seems that in order to confirm Song Qingcheng's guess, the girl moved away all the books close to her, trying to draw a clear line with herself.

The childish behavior made Song Qingcheng want to laugh. She looked at her deskmate. This was not the first time she heard the word "Fu Zhoulan". The first time was in Bai Wu's confession letter, and the second time was In Bai Mu's words, then on that day she saw the girl Bai Wu was thinking about and full of joy, with a petite body standing beside the desk, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and a pair of bent almond eyes looking at her with a smile on her face. Own.Song Qingcheng also looked back at her, watching the curvature of her mouth gradually calm down, watching her nervously asking if she remembered her, Song Qingcheng sighed inaudibly in his heart, and whispered to the girl in front of him, "Sorry", Then pick up the pen and continue with the previous question.

Fu Zhoulan stared at him steadfastly, motionless, the young man in his eyes was indifferent, he could hug him with just one step away, but thousands of ravines separated him, so close at hand was also far away in the sky.

After 10 minutes of silence, Song Qingcheng couldn't stand such a long stare, and raised his eyes unconsciously and asked, "Is there something wrong?" The alienated tone made the restless heart sink to the bottom, "It's okay", Fu Zhoulan lowered his head , No one will come to coax you again, Fu Zhoulan.

"Ah Wu", as soon as the head teacher left, the tall boy in the back row ran up and patted his shoulder, "Are you really amnesiac?" The boy stood in the aisle, looking at Song Qingcheng with a teasing look.

Song Qingcheng was suddenly patted on the shoulder, and looked at the person with some displeasure. The boy seemed to be frightened, and slowly withdrew his smile, and asked cautiously, "Do you remember me?"

Song Qingcheng looked at him and shook his head slightly.

"I heard that you even forgot your parents, is it true?" The math class representative in the front row turned around with a gossip face.

"How do you know?" The tall boy looked at the class representative.

"I just heard about it when I handed in my homework in the morning." The class representative looked at Song Qingcheng with a smile on his cheek, "Bai Wu, my name is Lin Yuan, and I have lent you to copy all the math homework for the three years of junior high school."

"That," the tall boy scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "My name is Li Gaoguang, and we have been good buddies since elementary school, so Ah Wu, you have to think of me quickly, or it will be too boring."

Li Gaoguang and Song Qingcheng recited silently in their hearts, it seems that the Ah Guang mentioned in Bai Wuxin is him.

"Oh, by the way, the name of your deskmate is Fu Zhoulan. The three of us have been together since we were young. We have the best relationship, right Xiaolan." Fu Zhoulan buried herself in the pile of books and pretended not to hear, feeling that the atmosphere was not right , Li Gaoguang wanted to ask something, but before he could open his mouth, he was chased away by the Chinese teacher who walked into the classroom.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan turned around secretly and asked, "Did you quarrel with Fu Zhoulan?" Song Qingcheng took out the Chinese books in the desk, raised his eyes and said, "Class is over", Lin Yuan pursed his mouth. give up.

After the whole morning, Fu Zhoulan didn't talk to Song Qingcheng again. During the period, the students in the class were particularly curious about Bai Wu's rumors, and asked all kinds of questions with the spirit of gossip, but Song Qingcheng dismissed them coldly. After the fourth class, Song Qingcheng was interrupted by several notebooks pushed over her. She looked up at Fu Zhoulan, who was standing up to pack her books, but turned away from her, "The notes I made for you last time", There was awkwardness and aggrieved bluntness in his tone, obviously he was still angry.

Li Gaoguang, who was on the side, saw Fu Zhoulan walking away, and his suppressed doubts surfaced again, "A Wu", he stared at Song Qingcheng, "Did you quarrel?".

quarrel?Is it a quarrel?

Song Qingcheng carefully recalled the meeting that day. Although he could feel the anger and loss of the other party, the reason is probably only known to the original owner.

So, what does it have to do with yourself?

"I have no idea".

"That's right, you don't remember anything." Li Gaoguang scratched his head, "Maybe you don't remember her, that's why you're angry. Never mind, go eat first." .

Song Qingcheng was so frightened by the sudden intimacy that his hair stood on end. Reflexively, he pushed away Li Gaoguang who was approaching. When people are anxious and frightened, their strength will become particularly strong. Li Gaoguang couldn't hold back his strength and took a few steps back. The rows of desks behind were pushed out of order, making harsh noises.Li Gaoguang looked at him in astonishment, not understanding why his friend suddenly became violent. Several students who hadn't left were also attracted by the sudden dispute, and they all looked at the two people in the middle of the classroom.

Song Qingcheng panted lightly, the change in body gender was too sudden, this kind of difference cannot be adapted in a few days or tens of days, just like going to the bathroom between classes, you don’t feel anything at home, once you get in touch with the outside world, The soul just wants to run away clamoring, it is better to escape to a place where no one can see anyone.

This feeling is really too bad.

Taking a few deep breaths, trying to exhale the boredom in his chest, Song Qingcheng looked at Li Gaoguang, "I don't like people touching me", his cold voice soothed the restless panic in his heart, Song Qingcheng lowered his eyes and looked up again "I'm sorry" to the uneasy person on the opposite side, nodded after saying that, turned and left the classroom.

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☆、Chapter 5

Because of the unhappiness at noon, no one came to talk to her throughout the afternoon. Song Qingcheng has long been used to living alone. Silence and ignorance made people feel relieved. Without the disturbance of others, she soon Immerse yourself in junior high school textbooks.Everything went back to the past, and everything had to start again. Fortunately, Song Qingcheng was used to being a top student, and the knowledge he picked up reappeared in his mind as quickly as a movie. He only rested at home for two days, and the first day of junior high school This year's text has been integrated almost.In order to hurry up, he was not idle in class today. Song Qingcheng brought the textbooks of the second grade of junior high school and planned to continue reviewing, but when it came to math class, the teacher walked into the classroom with a stack of test papers. It turned out to be the mock test mentioned before.

When the test papers came out, Song Qingcheng glanced at the test questions roughly. The questions were not too difficult, covering all the content from the first to third grades of junior high school.After she finished writing the last big question in one go, Song Qingcheng let out a long breath. She covered the pen and looked up and looked around. No one had finished answering the test questions, and it was only 10 minutes.