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After a while, He Qing followed in, not knowing what to say for a moment.

It was not yet dark, but every room in the school was lit up, dotting the night like stars.The evening wind blows, revealing some mid-autumn coolness.

Lin Weizhen smiled: "Why did you come out?"

He Qing didn't know how to comfort others, his brain became hot, and he subconsciously felt that he couldn't be left alone. When he really stood in front of him, he suddenly felt that maybe the other party didn't want others to see his other side.

Not as bright, but very real.

"Under absolute strength, all luck factors are not worth mentioning," Lin Weizhen said, "You are right. The strength is not enough, there is nothing to complain about."

He Qing looked at the other party quietly, and felt that he was a little thinner than when he started school, standing in the wind, as if he could fall down when blown.

But luck is very important. Many years later, Wu Fan will still feel that he is blessed by God, so he went to 985, which is far from the college entrance examination. Unexpected opportunities.

He Qing didn't expect that Lin Weizhen would take the words of self-encouragement to heart, he stopped talking several times, and suddenly took a few steps forward.

A warm breath came, and Lin Weizhen was stunned for a moment. After regaining his senses, he already had an extra jacket on his body.

"Too little to wear," He Qing took two steps back, and said, "I'm still sick, don't make it worse."

After he finished speaking, he left the open-air compartment without looking back, as if he was escaping from something.Lin Weizhen pinched the drooping corner of his clothes, and laughed dumbfounded for a while.

It is the taste of He Qing, a reassuring taste.

Lin Weizhen's thoughts drifted further away inexplicably, since when did he start to compromise?

Compromise with the advice of elders and the views of those around you.He obviously still has the power to fight for it, but he wants to belittle himself and be a mediocre, so-called good student.

If that's the case, he won't be able to stand side by side with He Qing in the future.Lin Weizhen thought to himself.

"Where are you going, Lao Lin?" Jiang Haiying looked at Lin Weizhen who reappeared after school at night, "Are you okay?"

Lin Weizhen was holding He Qing's coat in his hand, and suddenly felt reluctant to return it.

"Blow the air," Lin Weizhen said lightly, "it's okay, who hasn't failed the exam yet."

He Qing, who handed over the whole group of homework on the podium, walked back to his seat and saw Lin Weizhen holding an eraser and changing the countdown on the table back to the college entrance examination version.

The next month will not be easy. Every day, the person in charge of the recommended group will stand at the door of the class and call for people. As more and more people give up in the science class, the number of places will be moved back more and more. Jiang Haiying of hope.

Jiang Haiying returned to her seat with the recommendation form, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed when she saw Lin Weizhen.

But Jiang Haiying thought about it again and again, and felt that she was really not suitable for learning a small language, so she ticked the box of giving up.

Lin Weizhen seems to have seen through the world recently, perhaps because he is used to being hit. Hearing the news of his classmates being shortlisted, he seemed to be unable to arouse other emotions except blessings.The habit of last month has continued to this day, but the BBC news has been replaced by a summary of chemical knowledge points.

But He Qing seemed to be different.

Lin Weizhen couldn't say whether He Qing was different, or he felt that He Qing was different from before.He Qing didn't like to laugh, and when he smiled at himself occasionally, Lin Weizhen felt a little strange in his heart.

The same is the same, but it is very happy.

The recommendation ended, No. [-] Middle School achieved outstanding results, and soon started publicity for the next enrollment with great fanfare.But the hustle and bustle of the outside world has nothing to do with the senior high school students, and the main theme is always to bury your head at the desk and write vigorously.

"The third year of high school is the most rare period of hard work and dedication." In the last class on Friday, the head teacher mobilized as usual, "Your parents and the school will take care of you, so you don't have to worry about trivial matters. Everyone should concentrate on taking care of yourself After school, one year later, or even many years later, when I think of the third year of high school, I hope that every student in our class will have no regrets."

The class teacher looked around, looked at the empty seats in the class and said: "There is another thing, the recommended students have left the school, wait for the class monitor to coordinate and change to new seats."

Lin Weizhen suddenly stopped writing and looked at the big screen.

The name next to him...is not He Qing anymore.

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At the door of the third French class.

Li Xiuyuan shook the ticket in his hand: "Are you really willing to sell it to me? Serial number, front row, it's not easy to grab it?"

Lin Weizhen put his hands in his pockets and said with a smile: "Don't bring it, there are many people queuing up to buy it."

Li Xiuyuan quickly put the ticket behind him: "Yes, of course I want it. I have never seen such a conscientious ticket dealer who actually gave it to me at the original price! I wrote down the great kindness, I was just a little curious, who did you plan to go with?" Did you see it? Did you get pigeond?"

"It's not considered being pigeonholed." Lin Weizhen leaned against the wall and sighed, "I didn't tell him that I bought the ticket, but I asked if I was free, and he said no, and I had to take an exam, what else could I say. "

Li Xiuyuan showed an expression of resentment: "Lin Weizhen, look at you. With such good conditions here, you can still fail to make an appointment? Of course, you just took a photo of the ticket and sent it over!"

Lin Weizhen smiled: "Okay, next time. If I'm not stupid, where did you get the chance to watch a drama?"

The Spanish intensive reading teacher passed by the corner and looked curiously at his class representative, Li Xiuyuan.

"I'll withdraw when it's time," Li Xiuyuan waved his hand, "Next time, I'll help you grab a concert ticket!"

After all, he rushed up the stairs in three steps at a time, stepped on the class bell and entered the classroom.

Lin Weizhen returned to his seat, and saw Zhu Yue's sour expression, "If I hadn't been short of money recently, Li Xiuyuan would definitely not be able to grab me. But Lao Lin, what job can make you give up the Broadway play Wicked!"

Wicked, the Chinese name of Wicked Witch, is Holzman's masterpiece of musicals.The performance in City S this weekend was the first stop of the Wicked team's China tour. Lin Weizhen recalled how he set the alarm clock to grab tickets in the middle of the night, and felt a little sad for no reason.

But without He Qing's scene, I always feel that something is missing.

"Anyway, I've seen the video version," Lin Weizhen comforted himself, "I'll have a chance next time."

Zhu Yue was still telling the truth: "Video and live are two different things, musicals have to be watched live..."

Lin Weizhen raised his hand to reply to several group chat messages, and subconsciously followed He Qing's dialog box.

The last one was his reply two hours ago: "I have an exam next Monday, and I have to review on the weekend."

The more Lin Weizhen looked at it, the more uncomfortable it became, and Li Xiuyuan's words echoed inexplicably in his mind: "Lin Weizhen, look at you, the conditions are great..."

Lin Weizhen closed his eyes and decided to go all out.

He Qing on the other side was walking back to the laboratory with a cup of coffee.He took out his vibrating mobile phone, clicked on it——

Lin Weizhen: "The musical is at night, and I have something to eat in the city at noon."

He Qing thought: "Why does he have to eat so much in the city, is he tired from taking the subway..."

Lin Weizhen quickly sent the next one: "I will go study with you in the afternoon."

He Qing: "..."

He couldn't refuse.

On Saturday morning, Lin Weizhen squeezed onto the subway into the city with his computer and textbooks on his back.

The two met at a Starbucks, which was chosen by He Qing himself. If Lin Weizhen could pick it, it would probably be directly in the library of Fenghua Campus.

He Qing deliberately checked the subway line to Wenhua Square to watch the musical, and decided on a compromise location.

At around 01:30, He Qing saw Lin Weizhen who arrived as promised at the window seat of Starbucks.

Lin Weizhen is wearing a pair of anti-blue light glasses. The simple black frame neutralizes the lively youthful feeling, adding a bit of stability.The computer screen in front of him was filled with French Word documents, mixed with dense revision marks.

"Come on," Lin Weizhen looked towards the bar, "I haven't ordered coffee yet, let's go together."

He Qing looked at the menu for a while, and waited for Lin Weizhen to get all the coffee, but he hadn't chosen yet.

Lin Weizhen came over, and the two of them standing side by side were so pleasing to the eye that even the barista behind the bar couldn't help but take a few extra glances.

He Qing buys coffee mostly for refreshment, and leaves immediately after buying, simply and neatly.But this Starbucks in the city center focuses on customer experience. Baristas of different grades also wear different colored aprons, and the pouring equipment is arranged in a row, which is dazzling.

He Qing thought over and over again, and said, "I want a cup like yours."

The dimples of Lin Weizhen's smile could be filled with coffee.

"I'm not a professional coffee taster, it's actually hard to distinguish the types of beans and roasting methods," Lin Weizhen returned to his seat and took a sip, "It's all just for fun."

He Qing suddenly thought of something: "Have you ever posted a photo of working in a coffee shop before?"

Lin Weizhen: "Well, I did a part-time job for a semester in a small shop near the school. I have done a lot, and now I see a cup of drink and think about the formula. It is probably the same as you see through the bone structure immediately when you see a white mouse."

He Qing almost choked, raised his glass and asked, "Then what's the recipe for my cup?"

Lin Weizhen handed him a piece of facial tissue, and continued: "Latte is the simplest, espresso with milk. The difference between cappuccino and latte is that the proportion of milk foam is more, and the proportion of milk is less. I will sprinkle cinnamon powder. Those who like to drink hand brew will distinguish between sweetness and acidity, floral and fruity aromas, and may also study whether the coffee beans are natural processed or wet shaved.”

He Qing listened and smiled: "What did you do in your freshman year, you know all about it."

Lin Weizhen smiled, recalling sweetly and sadly: "Freshman..."

Of course, I have been working hard, so that I can chase you one day.

"Freshman is intoxicated in the luxury of the big city," Lin Weizhen blinked