The sweet smell of citrus

I am very happy, it turns out...she is really not a spy bought by old man Cheng.

At the same time, he was very disappointed that old man Cheng had said that to the principal.

The rapidly receding scenery outside the window came into view, and Cheng Jialan's heart fluttered just like the scenery.

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Song Yi checked her homework between school visits. After the test papers were basically finished, she tidied them up and waited to summarize their question types before going to buy new ones.

Write and see, 10 minutes passed quickly, and the class is about to organize an early reading, but the same table...

She glanced at the empty space next to her, and clicked her tongue inwardly.

Those who agreed not to be late will lose their merits today, and those who can't persist at all will have points deducted.

However, before Danghuang dàngdàng's thoughts were completely settled, the person she was waiting for had already appeared at the door.

It's just that today's Cheng Jialan looks very wrong.

The steps he walked in were no longer the same as before, full of vigor and pride, but rather indescribably lost.

After entering the door, I didn't look at the side. At most, I gave her a peripheral vision while walking, and then there was nothing else.

Song Yi was a little surprised.

She observed Cheng Jialan for a while, although Cheng Jialan was a little arrogant and willful, but to a certain extent, she was a resilient person, and she rarely showed such a fragile expression in class.

Especially in front of her, so—what the hell happened?

"Student Cheng?"

The person lying on the table slowly moved his head, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing important." Song Yi's eyes were still full of friendliness, "I just wanted to ask you what happened."

"...What happened?" Are her eyes so sharp?

Song Yi stretched out his hand and pointed to his face, "What happened to you, the expression on your face is so ugly."

"Is it so obvious?" Cheng Jialan pulled his cheek, hissed, and stared at Song Yi with wide eyes.

Song Yi: ...

This set of actions was performed by a certain person very cutely. Song Yi saw her cuteness, paused for a moment, and said, "Obviously."

After saying this, Song Yi narrowed her eyes slightly, and she found that there was still a very subtle point on Cheng Jialan this morning.

Just one day passed, nothing happened, she didn't do anything, Cheng Jialan seemed to be a lot more friendly to her.

Is it so obvious that you are not happy?Cheng Jialan took a breath, lowered his head, and began to look at the floor tiles in the classroom.

After counting one piece after another for a long time, she heard Song Yi calling her again.

Another classmate Cheng.

It's obviously just an ordinary tablemate, but she always calls people like this, and it feels like an idol drama.

She raised her head.

Eyes met suddenly, Song Yi's expression was well managed, and he raised the corner of his mouth immediately, and asked again: "What happened? It will make you feel better if you tell me what's on your mind."

"I found that the class monitor has always been very understanding." Cheng Jialan stared at Song Yi and said this idiom.

Empathetic.

If it was before, Song Yi would have definitely thought that Cheng Jialan was hurting her, but this time, after listening to the four words, she did hear a slight compliment.

but……

"Why did you suddenly start talking about this? What's the matter?"

While the two were talking, the representative of the Chinese class suddenly came over, coughed twice, and knocked on Song Yi's desk, "Squad leader, self-study is about to start."

Song Yi immediately stood up, with clear eyes, and smiled at the class representative, "Sorry, I forgot the time today."

"Fortunately, you came to remind me."

The representative of the Chinese class was also very curious, but the monitor never asked her to remind her of the time for self-study too early. This reminder was the first time in two years.

As for making the squad leader miss the time... She looked at Cheng Jialan and said to Song Yi who was passing the corridor: "The squad leader is still so enthusiastic."

Song Yi smiled, but said nothing.

Cheng Jialan on the other side didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but as soon as the new book sank, he thought about it and grasped the key point.

Wait, the Chinese class representative said that Song Yi was 'still' so enthusiastic about his 'new classmate'.

New classmate, still?

So, she was not the only person who was taken care of?

As soon as this conjecture came to mind, Cheng Jialan felt uncomfortable.

Special and considerate, even not unique.

-

When Song Yi came down from the podium, the good atmosphere of mutual communication between the tablemates was almost gone, but she still grasped the tail of the problem and wanted to understand the situation.

However, Cheng Jialan, who was already indulging in the pain that what he owns is not the only thing, responded lazily.

This kind of questioning without a clue should make people very angry, but...

These simple and boring routine inquiries, supplemented by Cheng Jialan's various small expressions, are actually a little interesting.

In another minute or two, Song Yi's patience was almost at the critical point. She was going to ask again, and stop after expressing her concern, but she never thought that after the last question, Cheng Jialan who was lying on her stomach suddenly He propped his chin up and sat up.