you are in the depths of time [gl]

The kiss was soft and sweet like bonbon, just like that, Luo Zijin could still smell the faint smell of wine on her body, like the liquid at the bottom of the glass illuminated by the light when toasting just now, with a dark fragrance Shen floated a silent crimson-temptation.

If Luo Zijin's previous kiss with Cheng Youyou was just an opportunity to take advantage, then Cheng Youyou's kiss had a completely different meaning.

She raised her head gently, and closed her eyes when she kissed her, but she just kissed her lightly, her eyelashes trembling, covering up all the emotions in her eyes, but that gesture seemed a little cautious.

It seems that I am afraid that if I go too far, or go too far, this dream will wake up.

Even when he was drunk, he didn't dare to release the extravagant hope in his heart.

Luo Zijin didn't move at first, and just let her kiss her. After waiting for a few seconds, she found that she kept the contact and didn't move. When she wanted to go further, Cheng Youyou had already backed away.

Only the soft sweetness remaining on her lips told her what happened a second ago.

Cheng Youyou sat on the chair, opened her eyes and looked at her, her eyes were still shining with a little haze, staring at Luo Zijin who was standing in front of her, seeing the flickering orange on her lips , subconsciously raised his hand to touch her lips.

He muttered to himself, "I just...kissed you...?"

Word by word was spoken very slowly, so the uptick in the ending was long overdue.

Luo Zijin looked at her with narrowed eyes, and before he could speak, he saw her foolishly smiling, her eyebrows and eyes curved, and she withdrew her hand, her smile was more beautiful than the crescent moon curve outside the window.

It's like a child who won the little red flower award in kindergarten.

Repeat the words again:

"I kissed you."

Luo Zijin snorted and laughed, unknowingly thinking that Cheng Youyou had just plucked the stars from the sky.

So following her meaning, she naturally answered the sentence:

"Yeah, kiss me, and I'm yours."

There is a soul-stirring tenderness in the black eyes. People with cold eyes are even more deadly when they show their gentle side, tempting the pure and innocent little white rabbit in front of him to jump into the trap step by step, and fall into her step by step. A well-calculated area.

Cheng Youyou's mind is completely confused. If she is sober, let alone kiss Luo Zijin on her own initiative, it may take a long time even to hold her, before she will be careful and touch her like a dragonfly. He withdrew his action.

Luo Zijin knew that it would be too much to tease someone while he was drunk at the moment, besides, this wave of drunkenness also had her deliberate elements in it.

Just looking at this soft and cute person in front of him, Luo Zijin couldn't control his impulse.

Even if Cheng Youyou wakes up tomorrow morning and doesn't remember anything, it doesn't matter, even if she wakes up tomorrow morning and returns to the original state of not having a lover above AUO, it doesn't matter, she seems to be possessed at this moment, and she wants to hear from the other party. A word of admission.

you are mine.

Or, I'm yours.

Anything goes.

But the rabbit came to the front of the trap but stopped abruptly. The hunter still didn't know what was wrong with the bait he had put down, and waited for the rabbit to jump down without thinking.

Kissed my deskmate... Is she mine?

Cheng Youyou's mind struggled to reflect this sentence, and then shook his head unconsciously.

The smile on his face also slowly faded, and a little bewilderment gradually appeared in his eyes.

Luo Zijin watched her expression change, and finally heard her say in a low voice, somewhat aggrieved:

"The tablemate...is not mine."

"She doesn't like me."

Hearing her words, Luo Zijin clenched his back molars instantly.

I have lived in this life for more than 20 years, and since high school, I have only seen one person in my eyes. Because of Cheng Youyou's expectations, she even chose her future job without hesitation, even if she was angry with the other party when she was in college. , until many years after graduation, she waited angrily for the other party to contact her, but in the end she was the first to compromise.

If it's not obvious enough for her Luo Zijin to behave like this, then what exactly does it mean to like her?

The muscles on her cheeks tightened, instantly making Luo Zijin's expression a little cold, and even the black pupils were filled with a deep and sharp light. She almost gritted her teeth, and asked word by word:

"Who told you that?"

She almost wanted to say the phrase "I like you" in such a cruel tone, but fortunately she changed it in time, otherwise the confession that appeared under such circumstances would definitely become the first black stroke in Luo Zijin's life. history.

The cold face really scared Cheng Youyou, and the person sitting on the chair moved around uneasily, as if he was thinking carefully whether to turn around and run away.

In the end, he was still seduced by the beautiful and cold face of the person in front of him, and he flattened his mouth aggrieved.

Raising his hand again, he touched Luo Zijin's face, and whispered:

"You are not allowed to kill me."

Quietly but confidently, it looks more like acting like a baby.

Luo Zijin immediately felt a little helpless, and after thinking about it, he was indeed the one who got drunk, so he calmed down and replied:

"Not fierce, tell me, who told you that your deskmate doesn't like you, huh?"

Cheng Youyou seemed to feel that this Luo Zijin in front of her was so rare that she let her kiss and touch her again, so she sighed softly, and said with emotion like a sigh:

"It's nice to dream."

Luo Zijin: "...???"

and many more!

Cheng Youyou thought she was dreaming now?

She was startled by Cheng Youyou's way of always playing cards out of the situation, and suddenly recalled that when they were on the crew of "Ling Jun", the two were locked in the door, and the other party burst into tears, so she said something to her 'What should I do?What it looked like when the lock was broken.

Luo Zijin hesitated for a second in deciding whether to let her wake up or not.

A second later, Cheng Youyou leaned closer to her again, withdrew the hand that was stroking her cheek, and made a mentality of sharing a secret, raised his index finger on his lips, and gave a soft hiss.

Then he lightly hooked his fingers to her, motioning her to come and listen.

Luo Zijin raised her eyebrows, she was really curious now, resisting the urge to push her on the chair and kiss her hard, and leaned over, wanting to hear what she could say.

Unconsciously, I began to search for the memories between the two of them in my mind. The incident of "Cheng Youyou didn't come to find me when I was a freshman" already had the truth. Could it be... the afternoon when I graduated from high school and filled out my application?

For a moment, Luo Zijin really wanted to rub the center of his brows, wishing to turn his mind into a computer, insert a USB flash drive, search for the folder named Senior Three from inside, and save all the files in it that followed Cheng Youyou. Watch the clips in question minute by minute to figure out exactly what went wrong.

Some people are always good-tempered, and they don't say anything when they are bullied. They are soft like a bun, but that's only on the surface. If you don't bite down, you will never know what is hidden in the bun.

Cheng Youyou's soft buns came close to her ear, and whispered:

"I'll just tell you about this~"

Luo Zijin softened the corners of her lips in an instant, and answered her with a word:

"it is good."

Just as Cheng Youyou was about to speak, she opened her lips, almost touching her ear, but a sob choked up in her throat, then quickly raised her hand and rubbed the corners of her eyes, blinking her eyes, suppressing the heat in her eyes go back.

My heart felt blocked.

It turns out that after so many years, even if I open my mouth again, I still can't say a word about this matter.

She thought that Luo Zijin was so kind to her now, she should have forgotten it long ago.

She wanted to tell the truth in front of the good-tempered deskmate she saw in her dream today, but she was so timid that she didn't even dare to mention what happened that afternoon in her dream.

I want to hide it like this for the rest of my life.

It was the most humiliating moment of her life.

... But the beautiful tablemate I saw in my dream was a fake, so you can tell her a little bit, just once in your life.

"I liked my deskmate a long time ago, since the third year of high school."

After rubbing her eyes, Cheng Youyou choked her throat and said something slowly.

Luo Zijin was stunned by her unexpected confession.

For a moment, I felt that after I met Cheng Youyou, the efforts I made to maintain the relationship between the two were not in vain.

Fortunately... Fortunately, she decided to wait for so many years.

But why did she miss so many years in a fit of anger?

Luo Zijin had mixed feelings in her heart, guilt, joy, lost and found, belatedly... It seemed that she had tasted all the emotions in the world in just a few seconds.

In the end, he could only touch Cheng Youyou's head, leaned closer and kissed the corners of her eyes as if the breeze was blowing on his face, cherishing everything.

I sighed from the bottom of my heart.

It seems to make people cry again.

During the third year of high school, Luo Zijin was the happiest time from before to now, but it seems that while she brought happiness to another person, she also brought incomparably deep pain, that's why Cheng Youyou will always be so cautious in front of her , thinking that he hid the inferiority complex in his heart well, and then, like a sunflower chasing the sun, he always gave her the brightest smile.

As long as I get a little response from her, I can happily continue to grow hard.

As soon as Luo Zijin leaned forward to kiss her, her lips were soaked, and then a faint salty taste diffused in.

Sometimes grievances are like this. When no one is watching, you can hold back by yourself. When the people you care about coax you like this, it will immediately become a flood.

The heat in her eyes could no longer be blocked, Cheng Youyou wanted to raise her hand to cover her eyes, but was coaxed by Luo Zijin to pull her hand away, kissing her face softly, and said softly:

"Do not cry."

Don't cry, I must be wrong again.

Thinking of what happened that afternoon, Luo Zijin wished to go back in time and go back to that moment, and slip away that self who had a bad attitude and seemed not very polite because of his anger.

Change to your current self.

Not to mention that Cheng Youyou helped Jiang Zhenxuan pass her a love letter on the day when she graduated from high school and filled out her volunteer application. Even if the other party asked her to recite the handwritten love letter under the national flag, she would still be able to oblige.

When Cheng Youyou cried, she was always quiet. She shed tears by herself, and even the sound of her breathing didn't change much. If she didn't want to speak, she would never have heard it.

Hearing Luo Zijin's comfort, she shook her head, put her arms around her neck, and looked at her this time full of attachment, as if she was looking at her once unattainable dream.

Slightly raising his head, he murmured:

"I like you so much."

Luo Zijin gave an 'hmm' and replied, "I like you too."

Like you've liked me for so many years, maybe a little less than your likes.

That's why it always makes you sad.

It turns out that saying this is not as difficult as she imagined, Luo Zijin thought.

There was a smile in Cheng Youyou's eyes full of tears, and the corners of his lips raised a big arc, and he continued:

"It's so kind of you."

"You are a little different from my tablemate."

"She...refused at the beginning, my confession..."

Luo Zijin's face changed slightly, and when he heard this, he froze in place as if struck by a thunderbolt.

The whole world 'boomed'.

What did Cheng Youyou just say?

confession?

What refusal?

For a moment, Luo Zijin's mind was completely blank, and then he turned quickly. The first reaction in his heart was:

Am I losing my memory?

When did Cheng Youyou confess his love?

To be reasonable, if Cheng Youyou could confess his love to her, no matter how awkward and arrogant she would be, she would agree right away?

How could he be willing to have a unilateral cold war with her for so many years?

Thoughts in Luo Zijin's mind were so chaotic, she didn't know where to start. At this moment, Cheng Youyou approached her neck, her voice slowly lowered:

"Hmm... my head is so dizzy..."

Luo Zijin's hand supporting the table moved away, and hugged her waist instead, and passed through her knee with the other hand, hugging her again.

Temporarily discarding those thoughts in his mind, he hugged the man and walked towards the bedroom.

She kept bending over for a long time just now, and if she hadn't paid attention to exercise, she would really have bent over like Cheng Youyou said before dinner.

Cheng Youyou was on the road all day today, only relying on the excitement of meeting her to survive, but she was still drunk at dinner, dizzy and unconsciously cried for a while, exhausted both mental and physical strength, and was placed in a soft big When I was in bed, I was already sleepy.

After saying the thing that had been suppressed in my heart for many years, it seemed that the whole person breathed a sigh of relief, and was overwhelmed by boundless exhaustion.

Luo Zijin leaned close to her ear, and when she was about to fall asleep, he whispered:

"I'll tell you a secret too, okay?"

Cheng Youyou couldn't even open her eyes, and the hand holding her neck hadn't let go yet, so she replied in a daze:

"Well?"

"Your tablemate has liked you for many years, since the third year of high school."

Luo Zijin slowly said this sentence in her ear, like a parent telling a fairy tale to a cute girl, and at the end, he created an atmosphere with a cheerful tone, softly saying that "the prince and the princess live happily Together' happy ending.

Cheng Youyou slightly hooked her lips, feeling that the last dream was heading towards a sweet future as she wished.

It wasn't until a few minutes after watching her fall asleep that Luo Zijin dared to reach out and take off her arms around his neck, got up and touched the remote control of the air conditioner on the bedside table, and adjusted the indoor temperature to a level suitable for sleeping. Cover Cheng Youyou with the thin quilt, and tuck the corners of the quilt.

He couldn't help but kissed her forehead again.

Then I went to turn on the humidifier, took out the pajamas from the push-pull wardrobe, and walked to the bathroom.

……

The warm water flowed down the body, scouring the skin inch by inch, and the noise in the mind was gradually smoothed away comfortably, and even the thoughts gradually became clear.

Luo Zijin closed his eyes, his face in the misty bathroom had an unreal, illusory beauty.

There was a darkness in front of my eyes, and then my thoughts were pulled back to a certain afternoon eight years ago.

It was a day when the grades had not yet been issued and I needed to go back to school to fill out graduation materials and personal files.

The air quality in Fengcheng has always been good. Every day when you look up, you can see the blue sky. Occasionally, you can see white clouds like white paint on a flowered cloth. The brush paints a long distance on the sky blue background.

In every corner of the school, you can see senior students taking out their mobile phones to take pictures unscrupulously. After the college entrance examination, they no longer need to secretly play with their mobile phones in the classroom, and they have to guard against the death stare of the class teacher from the corridor window from time to time.

The teacher in charge is a very fierce English teacher. She doesn't often say her real name, but the students in the class remember her English name better. Even when Cheng Youyou wants to complain to her in a low voice, she always mentions her English name:

"At the same table, Samantha has to dictate again today..."

'At the same table at the same table, have you written the English newspaper yet?Let me copy a multiple-choice question, hurry up, Samantha is going to check again. '

'God, Samantha, she actually took our late study time again! '

It was the same in the afternoon of filling in the materials that day. After the college entrance examination, Cheng Youyou didn't feel any parting sadness towards the teacher in charge, and then forgave her for the unfriendly treatment of the dregs for the whole year, watching the teacher in charge as usual on the stage. With a face of "everyone here owes me money", he quietly leaned to the side in the back row, and said in a breathy voice:

"At the same table, help me write the 'student mutual-evaluation' part~"

Luo Zijin rested his chin with one hand and propped his elbow on the desk. He listened to the people on the podium explaining the precautions for filling in the materials, and responded to her shortly.

After the kraft paper information bag was delivered, Cheng Youyou took out a black Mitsubishi pen, pulled out the cap, and wrote his name on the thick stack. small steamed buns.

She wrote solemnly and earnestly, unlike Luo Zijin next to her, who filled in the information with just a few strokes of the pen tip, and turned her head to see that she was still writing the first page slowly.

While the head teacher went to the office to get other materials, the discussions in the classroom became louder and louder, and everyone let go of their voices, making a lot of noise for a while.

Luo Zijin suddenly asked:

"Did you evaluate the answer after the test?"

Cheng Youyou couldn't do two things at once, so the movement of the pen tip stopped, turned to look at her, and said with a smile:

"No, after all, it's still a few days before I get the score. If I get the answer right after the exam, wouldn't I have to be sad for many days if I don't do well in the exam?"

Luo Zijin: "..."

I really admire Cheng Youyou's mentality.

Cheng Youyou blinked at her, and noticed that there was only the "Classmate Evaluation" section left on her desk, so she took out the few pieces of paper from her and put them on her side, before helping her to write, she asked: " Did you estimate the score at the same table?"

Luo Zijin hummed.

Hearing her calm voice, Cheng Youyou smiled and asked:

"Six hundred? Are you going to take the provincial champion exam, Luo Xueba?"

Luo Zijin's eyes were bent, and her eyes fell on the information sheet she wrote her comments on, and she replied leisurely: "Let's talk about it."

Cheng Youyou nodded.

After a while, Luo Zijin suddenly said: "By the way, I have to go first, there is a dinner party at home."

Sitting next to her, Cheng Youyou filled a whole page of her classmates' comments, showed her lifelong literary accomplishment, and listed all the four-character idioms that she could think of to praise people's good character. In the writing party application form.

Hearing her words, Cheng Youyou responded with some frustration: "Okay."

Luo Zijin pinched her face, pleased by the soft sensuality between his fingers, and said softly, "I'll be back in two days to fill out my application, and I'll walk with you after school then."

Cheng Youyou was happy again.

The class teacher went back and forth, sent them the application materials in the office, and then announced to them that those who had finished writing the materials could hand in the files and leave first.

The other students handed in swarms, and few of them wrote as slow as Cheng Youyou, so Luo Zijin sat by and looked at the time and thought:

If she writes so slowly during the college entrance examination, will Wen Zong have time to finish writing the big questions?

When everyone was walking back and forth, Luo Zijin glanced at the clock on the classroom wall, and touched the head of the person next to him: "I'm going first, remember to go back early later."

On the podium, only Jiang Zhenxuan, who was helping the teacher continue to collect materials, was waiting there, smiling and talking to the people in the last row by the window:

"Cheng Youyou, let's go together after school."

Hearing this, Luo Zijin looked back before leaving.

Walking all the way to the school gate, the guard was checking the student ID cards of the students, and they were released only after showing them.

Because I have been reminded by the grade director many times, the doorman now does not care whether you are a senior high school graduate, and only authenticates when you come in and out.

Luo Zijin touched his pocket, it was empty.

I remembered that my student ID card was in the drawer, so I had to go back and get it again.

Walking to the back door, I heard Jiang Zhenxuan's voice from inside: "Based on our friendship, you can help me once, just this time, just give it to her on the day of filling out the application, you know I have liked her for a long time."

She had already stepped out, and saw Jiang Zhenxuan stuffing the envelope in Cheng Youyou's place, and when she took back her steps, she clearly remembered the surface pattern with maple leaves in her mind.

There were only two people in the classroom, Jiang Zhenxuan and Cheng Youyou. They all knew that the other students had left early, and they even spoke louder. They didn't know that Luo Zijin was standing by the wall outside the classroom.

Hearing Jiang Zhenxuan's words, Luo Zijin's heart did not fluctuate, she was thinking:

Will Cheng Youyou agree?

"I'm about to graduate from high school, and I don't know if I can get admitted to the same school as Zijin. You, Yoyo, will help me realize my wish."

The girl inside was a little hesitant, as if what he said was too much for not helping.

After a while, the soft voice responded:

"Okay... But, wouldn't it be better to confess in person?"

Jiang Zhenxuan said with a 'haha' smile:

"Isn't it better for you to play with Zijin? I'm afraid she won't accept it if I give it away. Maybe she can take a look if you help me."

Cheng Youyou: "Well..."

Hearing her answer, Luo Zijin suddenly became angry with hatred for iron.

If he asks you to give it, you will, Cheng Youyou, are you stupid?

If you have this opportunity, you can keep your confession, can't you?You also help others to match up, how can you be so good at you?

Thinking of this, she didn't want to take her school card anymore, so she went straight to the stairs. When she was walking towards the school gate, the security guard was drinking tea inside. After waiting, she heard a voice from the security booth, "Hey, that student, your school card... '

Luo Zijin ignored it.

……

The person standing in the bathroom opened his eyes, exhaled lightly, adjusted the water temperature to a warmer direction, reached out and squeezed some shower gel from the shelf next to the bottles and cans, and the scent of mint wafted through the room. Slowly dizzy.

She put her hands together, rubbed the viscous liquid in her palms, made some bubbles from the shower gel, and wiped it on her arms and body. The emotions in her half-closed eyes were blurred by the mist around her again.

From the afternoon of filling out the graduation materials, my thoughts flew like a ray of light to the date of filling in the volunteers a week later.

On that day, Cheng Youyou didn't look like he was smiling like a week ago.

Even the atmosphere in the class was gloomy. Those who passed the exam did not dare to express their joy too much, for fear of stimulating the emotions of those who failed the exam, and those who failed the exam could no longer laugh.

Luo Zijin called Cheng Youyou when the grades came out before, but she didn't answer.

Judging by her expression now, she knew that she did not do well in the exam.

After seeing her sitting next to her, a forced smile appeared on Cheng Youyou's face, and said in a low voice:

"At the same table, I may... have to go to a vocational school in the capital."

Luo Zijin didn't expect her to be so bad in the exam. Although Cheng Youyou was at the bottom of the class in the usual mock exam, but the overall level of this class is there, the worst is a second grade, not to the point of a vocational school.

She was a little surprised and wanted to ask something, but the scores were all out, and it was useless to ask anything.

It was rare for Luo Zijin to not know what to say, and when she heard the score she said, the pupils in her eyes shrank suddenly.

This year's liberal arts topics were too simple, so the score line was raised to more than 590. Cheng Youyou's score was between the first and second books in previous years, but this year he didn't even reach the second one.

After telling her about her score, Cheng Youyou joked about herself again:

"Maybe Capital Vocational School doesn't want me, so I should apply for a local one."

Those good wishes uttered under the night sky on the playground, after all, can only be wishes, farther than the stars in the sky.

"But you at the same table did very well in the exam. I just passed by the office and heard the teacher say that you are the first in the city and the fifth in the province in liberal arts. You are really amazing."

Cheng Youyou praised her for being great, but the light in her eyes slowly dimmed.

After a long time, Luo Zijin heard himself squeeze out a sentence: "Re... read?"

Cheng Youyou shook her head beside her, perhaps because she didn't want to infect her with her emotions. After tidying up at home for several days, she finally came here to smile a little decently, and twitched the corners of her lips and replied:

"That won't work. I said it before the exam, and I won't repeat it in the vocational school."

Luo Zijin: "..."

Is now a more important time to keep your vows? ? ?

But she didn't say that. Instead, she took out the thick book of school application materials from her bag. According to her grades, the subsequent pages of the book should be brand new, which was not considered at all.

But she turned to the page of the second school familiarly, and then began to look for the part of the vocational school, thinking about which school Cheng Youyou could go to with the scores that were basically out of her concept.

Not long after, the head teacher showed up at the front door of the classroom with a form for filling in the volunteers, and said on the podium the rules for filling out the volunteers this year:

"Although our province has parallel voluntary admissions, everyone still has to refer to the previous year's score line, and you can't fill in it blindly. If you don't get enrolled and have no books to read, don't come to me and cry."

Because of the importance of the voluntary form, the class teacher even came down from the rows of seats and sent it in person.

When he walked to Luo Zijin's side, the nasolabial folds on his face seemed to be smiling, and his eyes were full of kindness and satisfaction when he looked at her. After handing her the volunteer form, he seemed to think of something, and nodded. He said aloud:

"Zijin, with your grades, it's no problem to apply to Peking University. Why did I hear from your family two days ago that you don't seem to plan to take the Qingbei exam?"

Luo Zijin smiled, and only said thank you teacher when she handed over the form, but did not answer her question.

Putting the two watches on his side, Luo Zijin looked down at the information book in his hand again.

The class teacher seemed to want to say something, but before the form was handed out, he just left another sentence in as gentle a tone as possible:

"Come to my office later, the teacher will talk to you."

Luo Zijin answered her without even raising her head.

After she left, Luo Zijin finished looking through the school's information, handed one of the forms to Cheng Youyou, and asked:

"What are you going to report?"

She has almost memorized the countless names ending in 'Vocational Technical College' in her mind.

Cheng Youyou listed three or four in a row, and finally mentioned the name of the well-known local vocational school in Fengcheng, and planned to use this at the bottom.

The first few are the names of the schools in the capital, but the reason why the capital is the capital means that students from other places apply here. Even if it is only a technical school with three books, the foreign score line will not be so low that you can come here if you want, and even many The school score line of the school will be forcibly mentioned in the second book.

After all, the advantages of resource allocation here are unmatched by many other cities. Whether it is development opportunities or future employment prospects, they are better than many small cities.

Hearing her choice, Luo Zijin didn't say a word on the surface, but felt a little sweating for her in his heart.

Said to her: "Wait, don't rush to fill it out, I will ask the teacher for you."

Cheng Youyou quickly waved her hand: "Don't, don't, don't ask, Samantha doesn't care about students of my level, and seriously lowered her class level, okay?"

Luo Zijin patted her on the head, took out a pen and wrote down a line of words on the first choice above, and then filled in the school's well-known code, saw that there was no one on the podium, got up and took the Walk to the office with the volunteer form.

Naturally, he was dragged by the head teacher to talk about a bright future, but he didn't understand the meaning behind the words. Why did Luo Zijin, a university bully, refuse to enter such a good top school and choose to apply for other ones?

Because of Qingbei's famous name, her application will help the school to add to the brilliant achievements of previous years when enrolling students next year.

Having a few more students like this in the school will also help increase the school's reputation. After all, many parents of high school students rely on "this school produced xx students who were admitted to Qingbei last year" to judge the school's teaching strength.

In addition, the head teacher said to her earnestly:

"If you report to Peking University, not only the city government and the district government will give you a bonus, but even the principal said that the school will give you a bonus. You say it's not good for you to take more than [-] yuan? Tuition fees are also paid. Yes, living expenses are already there, and you are still studying at a top-ranking university in our country, isn’t that great?”

.(This section of the app system is wrong and there is a large blank area, please continue to read if it does not affect reading)

Luo Zijin thought for a while, and said to her seriously:

"Teacher, my family does not lack this money."

Samantha: "..."

Under her speechless gaze, Luo Zijin started another topic:

"By the way, teacher, can I ask you a few questions?"

The teacher thought she had changed her mind, and ignored her sudden statement about showing off her wealth, and replied in a good-tempered manner:

"Just ask."

Luo Zijin talked about Cheng Youyou's score, and asked the teacher with rich teaching experience in the third year of high school, which side is better to report this score.

The teacher whose English name is more impressive than his Chinese name waved his hand, pushed his oval eyes, and said casually:

"Hey, you don't care what she does. Her grades are the same everywhere. Now you should mainly consider your own application, Zijin—"

"Okay, thank you teacher." The last bit of respectful polite smile on Luo Zijin's face disappeared, and after handing her the volunteer letter, he turned and left the office.

Looking at the school name with only one space on it, the 40-year-old woman sitting on the office chair felt dark in front of her eyes.

And Luo Zijin, who returned to the classroom, sent a text message to his brother, asking him to help him consult, which school is more suitable for a school with a certain score line to apply for.

After half an hour, Luo Zijin received a reply.

Cheng Youyou didn't seem to care too much about which school she went to, so she gave her suggestions seriously by the side, changed the order of the schools, and looked at her with her head in her hands, her eyes full of smiles meaning.

Luo Zijin paused in the middle of speaking:

"Be serious."

Cheng Youyou nodded, but couldn't help but look elsewhere.

Luo Zijin told her about her twice, and found that her gaze was always on the desk, so she suddenly asked:

"Are you hiding food in the drawer again?"

Cheng Youyou hurriedly waved her hands, her eyes shifted and she replied:

"No, no, no, no..."

However, Luo Zijin stopped talking, feeling a little powerless, as if she was the only one who worried about the other party's future, and the person who had promised her that he would go to the capital together realized that his dream was so far away, so he gave up easily up.

In a bad mood, she flipped through the documents at hand.

For a moment, she wondered, did she take it too seriously?

Cheng Youyou didn't know why she suddenly lost interest in talking, and cautiously shouted beside her:

"Deskmate?"

Luo Zijin waved his hand, motioning her not to speak yet.

So for a long time after that, there was no chatting sound from the back row of the classroom by the window until school was over.

Luo Zijin got bored enough by herself, saw that she handed in her watch, stood up with her bag in hand, and said lightly to her, "Let's go."

Last time we agreed to go together after school.

Cheng Youyou was a little hesitant, picked up the canvas bag and walked out with her. When they reached the corner stairs, seeing that there was no one in front and behind, he said hesitantly:

"At the same table, I have something to give you."

Luo Zijin stopped and looked at her.

Cheng Youyou walked a few more steps towards the corridor leading to the physics laboratory and the chemistry laboratory.

The two stopped at the corner of the corridor where few people would come.

Luo Zijin remembered that it was Cheng Youyou's favorite place to go when he was stealing food, and he even named that small place - 'Saint Valentine'. This was when Cheng Youyou was in English class, flipping through the Oxford dictionary boringly When I read it, I pointed to this word and exclaimed to her, "My God, the word at the same table actually means Valentine's Day."

The naming of that land is probably the pinnacle of Cheng Youyou's English level in history.

Cheng Youyou took out a letter with a maple leaf pattern from her bag, and said hesitatingly:

"Uh... I'm about to graduate..."

When Luo Zijin saw the letter, his expression changed.

I have been worrying about Cheng Youyou's whereabouts all morning, but she was distracted for so long, just looking for an opportunity to hand her Jiang Zhenxuan's love letter?

With a cold face, Luo Zijin raised his hand and snatched the letter from her hand. Using his fingertips and fingers together, he squeezed the envelope into a ball with her wide-eyed expression, and threw it into the trash can beside her.

He said with a cold face, "Can't you put your mind on the future?"

Cheng Youyou's eyes only followed her movements in a daze, following the arc of the parabola in the air, and landed in the direction of the trash can, but she still didn't come to her senses.

Luo Zijin raised his hand