The sweet smell of citrus

Do people with long hair look so temperamental?

Several questions came to mind at the same time, Cheng Jialan asked himself secretly in his heart.

Song Yi in the front walked around, and found that the people around him were gone. At first, he could catch some shadows out of the corner of his eye, and then——

Don't talk about peripheral vision, you can't see the shadow even if you turn your head sideways.

She walked a few more steps, and there was no sound of footsteps in the somewhat deserted campus.Falling far?Short legs... Is battery life so bad?She looked back in confusion under the streetlights. At night, the campus under the dim light came into view. Before the silhouette of the campus, Cheng Jialan was in a static posture, standing on the big stairs, as if... looking at her?

"Student Cheng!"

There was no one anyway, Song Yi raised his voice slightly, "Why don't you leave?"

The person in the eyes seemed to have heard her voice, and was surprised for a moment, then quickly jumped with both feet, jumped down a few flights of stairs, and then rushed towards her with short legs.

What does this pose look like...

It's like the hamster I raised in my free time a long time ago, ah, seeing melon seeds jumping off the roller, and then staggering forward with short legs, it's exactly the same.

Take it easy.

Until the sound of panting reaches the ears.

"Squad leader, why did you stop suddenly, are you waiting for me?" After running quickly, Cheng Jialan had a slight blush on his face.

Song Yi hummed, "I turned my head to look at you just now, and realized that you were gone."

"Why are you standing still on the stairs?"

"It's nothing." Cheng Jialan would never admit that she was peeking, she said seriously: "When I went down the stairs, my shoes felt a bit uncomfortable, so I stopped to take a look."

"Is that so?"

ah.Judging by your expression, it doesn't seem to be the case.

But look at the watch, the time to leave school today has exceeded the usual time, if we continue... oh, we will break the bottom line of the plan.

Song Yi thought about it, but decided to suppress her curiosity and go home quickly.

So, she acquiesced to the matter after asking a rhetorical question, and pulled Cheng Jialan out of the teaching building.

The Cheng family's driver was waiting at the door, and Song Yi had to go to the parking lot to help the car. After saying goodbye on the playground, the two separated.

After the farewell, Song Yi's pace became noticeably faster.

Time really waits for no one, but I have slowed down a little. The time I get home today may be 15 minutes later than usual.

15 minutes!

……

Isn't that half a test paper, a set of weight-loss exercises, water milk skin care time, diary time...

No, I have to go back a little faster than usual today.

Scanning around, there were not many people left, and quickly arrived at the parking lot, the surrounding area was empty, and everyone seemed to have disappeared.

After locking the car, Song Yi took out the mask from her bag and put it on, adjusted the mask and hairstyle in front of the small mirror, and got on the bicycle on tiptoe.

Night belongs to the speeding party.

Because of the late time, wearing a mask, and being in a hurry, Song Yi drove much faster than usual.

The rustling wind rushed over her face, blowing her long hair, but the messy long black hair did not cover her eyebrows and eyes. Song Yi at night was more alienated and indifferent than Song Yi during the day.

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After walking along the playground for 5 minutes, Cheng Jialan also saw his car.

Throwing the schoolbag on the back seat, bending over, and people getting in, Cheng Jialan heard the sound of the car starting.

She called a stop.

"Uncle Zhao, wait a minute."

The middle-aged man in the front seat was stunned for a moment, then turned around, "Miss Lan, what's wrong?"

"Don't drive yet." After Cheng Jialan finished speaking, he lay down on the car window.

Her action was so obvious that Lao Zhao realized, "Miss Lan, are you waiting for someone?"

"No one waiting." She just wanted to see when Song Yi would leave the house, "Just stop for 5 minutes."

After she finished speaking, about 3 minutes later, there was a shadowy figure in the shimmering school gate.

Cheng Jialan turned sideways and rolled down the car window a lot. At the time when she rolled the window, the shadow in the school gate had already rushed out, and the speed was extremely fast——

It flashed over in a flash.

Cheng Jialan didn't even see the man's face clearly, but she recognized that it was Song Yi.Because she has seen Song Yi's clothes and her bicycle.

So, she was in such a hurry at night?

"Uncle Zhao, let's drive, we're going back."

"Okay, Miss Lan, close the window, let's go! Mr. Cheng is still waiting for you at home."

"Oh."

……

On the surface, Cheng Jialan, who was chatting with Lao Zhao, had already started to wander and conceive of a plan.

After parting with her, is Song Yi actually in such a hurry?

The squad leader has always been polite, speaking in a soft voice, unhurried, obviously in such a hurry...he is still so slow at school, he must be waiting for her.

In such a hurry, she was still waiting for her under the streetlight.

Eh.

Thinking of this, Cheng Jialan suddenly showed a complicated expression on his face.

Don't talk about time...

Just let her hurry up, it's dangerous to ride a bicycle so fast out of school.

Chapter 23 Minus these points she lost

The time to rush home is short.

Although the weather was slightly cold, such strenuous exercise still made Song Yi sweat.

A pair was a little wet and stuck to his body, and there seemed to be hot air wafting from the top of his head. When Song Yi helped the bicycle into the garage, Song Yi's breathing had not yet calmed down, and the warm breath turned into waves of white mist in the air.