The sweet smell of citrus

Turn on the lights.

The first thing Song Yi did when he came back in a hurry was to take a shower.

Seeing his sweaty face in the bathroom mirror, for some reason, Song Yi felt that this long-lost feeling... was actually quite comfortable.

After a low laugh, she went into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, she threw the changed clothes into the washing machine, wiped her hair, and walked to the desk.

The time to do homework will not change. The alarm clock is at 11 o'clock, and the time for yoga is adjusted.

Song Yi, who has maximal action and execution ability, quickly sank into his own life plan.

Time passed quickly, the clock pointed to 11, Song Yi stopped writing, went to the bed and spread out a yoga mat.

After meditating, she sat up, it was rare, at this point, sleepiness slowly came up.

After sitting for a while, Song Yi took a long breath, and went straight to the bed to sleep, but when she thought of something, she turned a corner and sat down on the desk again.

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Pulling out the form about Cheng Jialan from the drawer, Song Yi held a pen and propped his chin, looked at the bonus items on it, and began to meditate.

Well, after chatting with Cheng Jialan today, she discovered——

Before, some of the things she liked about Cheng Jialan were not her characteristics, but... her misunderstanding.

He misunderstood that she might be a running dog of someone, so he ignored her.

Misunderstood that she was kind because of the teacher's instructions, so she was completely unkind.

Today, after solving all the misunderstandings, she naturally accepted her kindness.

and so--

Those bonus items before, subtracted.

'I like the way she doesn't answer'. Delete this.

'Prideful refusal' removed.

'Different Resistance' removed.

delete.

With a look of deleting five or six options, Song Yi swept his eyes and calculated the score for the current Cheng Jialan.

Successfully changed from a high mountain flower to an ordinary attractive 'same table'.

Song Yi put down his pen, and was about to put Cheng Jialan's watch into the file bag of the grade interval, but when he opened the file bag, he found the name of the first person in the 70 interval...

Are Cheng Jialan and this person at the same level?

Taking these two people out of his mind for comparison, Song Yi paused, and quickly put the watch back on the table.

After a while, the alarm clock rang again.

It's 11:35, and it's time to go to bed.

She quickly arranged the things on the table, turned off the lights, and got into the bed.

Under the lingling moonlight, on the paper posted on the wall with the three big characters Cheng Jialan written on the top, there was an extra line of orange writing:

Very cute, plus 70 points, a total of 140 points.

Still at the top of the list.

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morning.

On a new day, before the alarm clock rang, he opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, turned off the alarm clock, and allowed himself to sleep with his eyes closed for a minute, before Song Yi lifted the quilt.

As a senior high school student, it only took Song Yi 10 minutes from getting out of bed to getting ready to go out.

After tidying up her hairstyle and clothes, she took her usual pen from the table, and the moment Song Yi looked up after taking the pen, Song Yi saw the watch posted on the wall.

……

Yesterday, Song Yi didn't know whether he was dizzy or the words written on the paper came into view. Song Yi paused for a while, then turned and walked out of the house.

the other side.

Cheng Jialan woke up early in the morning.

Before six o'clock, she got up from the bed.

She washed up after getting up, and when she got dressed and went downstairs, she was still humming.

But... She got up too early today, and the breakfast downstairs was not ready yet.

This is the first time Cheng Jialan saw her aunts making breakfast at home, she gathered around the kitchen: "Is this the time to start making breakfast every day?"

"Yes, that's when it started." Auntie was making dumplings, her mouth was not idle, "Miss Lan didn't sleep well yesterday?"

"Ah...no, I slept well."

Before going to bed, he was still rolling around on the bed.

Thinking of the stupid things he did, Cheng Jialan wanted to cover his face.

The two talked for a while, and then, Cheng Jialan saw that her aunt was also very busy, so she didn't bother her anymore, but went directly to the living room.

Early in the morning, there were no programs on TV, and things on the Internet... Cheng Jialan searched for a long time, but there were not many that caught his eye.

boring.

After idling on the sofa for a while, Cheng Jialan trotted upstairs and took his schoolbag and mobile phone downstairs.

At first, she wanted to play with her mobile phone in the morning, but when the mobile phone was turned on, a few or two of her friends were in a dream, playing games... It had been a long time since she played games, and she was not interested.

After staring blankly at the phone for a while, Cheng Jialan realized that he was quite boring.

Looking at the time, it's less than six o'clock.

Ok……

There might be a while before breakfast, Cheng Jialan took out Song Yi's notes in his bag by some strange coincidence.

There is so much time left, the TV is not good to watch, the mobile phone is not fun, and people are boring, she has worked so hard to copy the notes, and let people send the notes to her...

Song Yi has spent so much effort, she definitely wants to see it.

Thinking of this, Cheng Jialan felt more comfortable reading the notes.

Well, if you don't read it, it will be too disrespectful to Song Yi.

When Cheng Weiguo went downstairs, he saw this scene.