you have to talk to me

Feng Jimeng said that he would not come back for dinner and would study at school. Yang Fan had also been through the third year of high school, so he fully understood this state of racing against time and running back and forth to eat.He still remembers that when he was in the third year of high school, except for studying at night and going home to sleep after class, his grandma would bring him meals to school at noon and night for a whole year.

Yang Fan didn't think it was necessary, he could eat in the cafeteria, but the old lady was more lenient when she had nothing to do, so she insisted on bringing him meals.It’s not just from his family, it’s a good tradition in Hongzhong for many years. Many parents who live in Hongcheng or who accompany them are worried that the canteen can’t keep up with the nutrition, and hand it in from the school gate when it’s time for meals, like visiting a prison.

Yang Fan felt that he was not the old lady of his mother-in-law, nor was he idle and doing nothing. Taking time every day to cook for Mengmeng's family was a matter of love and affection. Besides, it was only the beginning of the third year of high school, and he was not so nervous yet. .

That is to say, after dinner was ready, Yang Fan found the three-layer insulated bucket that his grandma used to use in the hospital, one layer of rice, two layers of vegetables, plus a can of soup, and carried it to school with his hands full.He also wanted to take this opportunity to see who that little girl named Bailan was.

Yang Fan definitely disagreed when Feng Jimeng was said to be stupid, but he knew that the child had a kind of unworldly simplicity, what if he met a bad tablemate and was taken away?Although I heard the girl's greatness, wouldn't it be worse to be a bad classmate?

The school security was very familiar with Yang Fan. He didn't need to pass it through the cracks in the iron gate like visiting a prison, but swaggered to the teaching building, and found Class 8 ([-]) with ease.

When Yang Fan walked to the back door of Class 8, he heard voices from inside. Instead of knocking on the door immediately, he stood on the side of the door and looked inside.

It has been a while since school ended, and there is no one else in the classroom except the pair at the same table in front of the hygiene corner.The girl lay on the table, pointed to the draft pad on the table, said a few words, and grabbed two pieces of potato chips from the snack bag next to her.

Feng Jimeng straightened his waist, leaned against the wall behind him, frowned and stared at the notebook with lowered eyes, and nodded hesitantly.

"Then tell me about it." Bai Lan pushed the draft paper to him, straightened up, and took the potato chips into her hand, clicking and clicking.

Feng Jimeng is not used to speaking in front of others, so she frowned even tighter, but she still took the notebook and started to explain while deriving.

"Ah, no, you made a mistake here, do the calculation again." Bai Lan pointed out Feng Jimeng's mistake without politeness.

Feng Jimeng started again with a disheartened face.

Yang Fan couldn't see the girl's face, only a ponytail hanging down the back of her neck, and the ends of her hair swayed gently with her shaking.But he could already imagine that the girl must have a sunny, sunflower-like face, and a warm and generous personality without the slightest affectation.

Youth, sunshine, enthusiasm, sincerity, hope, ideals... These things he also had at the same age have all been lost as he grows older.

Only when you lose your youth can you know how beautiful youth is. In front of youth, you can always make people feel ashamed.

Feng Jimeng finally stammered and finished speaking.

"Yes, yes, that's it." She took out an exercise book and marked it up, "Here are a few more similar ones, if you have time, do it, if there is no problem, then you should be able to do it in this type gone."

"okay."

"That's how it is." Bailan took paper from Feng Jimeng's desk to wipe her fingers, and put away the things on the desk, "I'll go back first."

Yang Fan knocked on the back door, the two turned their heads together, and Feng Jimeng stood up in surprise.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Yang Fan came over and raised the insulated box in his hand and signaled: "I'll bring you food. You can't stand it with just a piece of bread for such a big night." Then he turned his head and smiled at Bai Lan, "My brother is not good at math, it's really troublesome is you."

Bailan smiled happily at him: "No, the deskmates help each other."

"I heard from him that you are very good at studying, can he still help you?"

"Yes, he speaks good English."

Feng Jimeng opened the lunch box and accidentally dropped one of the chopsticks, which happened to fall to Yang Fan's feet. Yang Fan picked it up and went to wash Feng Jimeng.

As soon as he walked out, Bailan picked up Feng Jimeng's lunch box to see what he was eating.

"Braised octopus, dry-stir-fried beans, sour radish and duck soup, all of them are delicious. They smell so good." She sniffed her nose twice as she spoke.

Feng Jimeng didn't know what she meant for a while, she was stunned, and asked: "Do you want to try?"

"Haha, forget it, I'll go home for dinner soon. Isn't it enough for me to taste you?" Saying this, Bailan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, with expectant eyes clearly waiting for Feng Jimeng to say that he was enough.

"Well, then you'd better go home and eat."

Swallowing his saliva, the anticipation in his eyes was gone.

"Your brother did all of this?"

"Ah."

"Is he a cook?"

"No."

"Let me just say, I've never seen such a handsome cook."

Feng Jimeng smiled subtly: "He is very handsome. He can also write songs and play the guitar. He sings very well and plays basketball well."

Bai Lan was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Feng Jimeng meant, she just followed him and said, "It sounds like you admire him a lot."

"Ah."

Feng Jimeng crossed Bailan and looked at Yang Fan who came in from the door with chopsticks, thinking, I admire him a lot, but I love him even more.

"Okay, I'm going back. I'll entrust you with the composition at the end of my English volume. Please make your notes scribbled. Thank you very much."

It is true that Wu Zhenwen will not correct all the test papers, but in order to urge everyone to complete the homework carefully, she will take out a few copies to correct each time, and blame Bai Lan for being unlucky. The two test papers happened to be drawn by her and Feng Jimeng. The two of them were called to the office by Wu Zhenwen to criticize them.At this point, she no longer dared to copy the English composition as it was, sometimes entrusting Cai Mao and sometimes Feng Jimeng for her English composition.

"So Feng Jimeng helped you like this?" A deep and mature male voice sounded from behind her, making her shoulders tremble in fright.

"You haven't finished your homework seriously in your third year of high school?" Yang Fan asked her with a smile.

Bai Lan said haha: "Brother, you got it wrong, I didn't say anything." After speaking, she took her "Detailed Explanation of College Entrance Examination - Chinese" and ran away quickly.

Feng Jimeng ate, Yang Fan sat in Bailan's seat and waited for him to collect the lunch box after eating.

"You can help others with their homework. I really didn't expect that." Compared with a student who is excellent in study and ranked among the best, it is more surprising that Feng Jimeng would agree to help others with their homework.

"She promised to help me improve my mathematics to 110 and physical chemistry to 75. I calculated, if I can reach this level in these three subjects, and the total score can reach 600, I can go to Nanjing University. "

"So confident? The teachers in the remedial institutions don't dare to praise her for Haikou."

Feng Jimeng gobbled it up, and took the time to think about it: "I'd rather believe it."

Seeing the child's stupidity, Yang Fan rubbed his head: "All right, the college entrance examination is also a metaphysics."

It was almost seven o'clock, and the students who had finished their meal returned to the classroom one after another to prepare for evening self-study.Feng Jimeng also finished eating quickly, packed the lunch box and returned it to Yang Fan.When Hou Wen and Jian Hang came back together, they happened to bump into him and exchanged pleasantries for a while.Knowing that he came to deliver food to Feng Jimeng, I was quite surprised. I didn't expect that after the volleyball match, the relationship between the two of them would become so good.

Zhang Jiarui ran down after the second period of evening self-study, and Feng Jimeng lay down on the table to do the questions given to him by the white and blue ticks, without looking up.

"Bailan doesn't go to study at night."

"Brother Meng, I'm here to find you."

Feng Jimeng stopped writing, and looked up at him: "She really doesn't study by herself at night."

"Brother Meng, I really came to look for you. In your eyes, I am such a person who forgets friends because of sex?"

"I don't see you."

"...Brother Meng, I was wrong. I'm just a person who forgets friends when I see sex. I'm sorry. I don't dare anymore. Take a look at me, brother. I really want to talk to you about something. Huh..."

Feng Jimeng frowned tightly: "What are you talking about?"

"Let's go out and talk."

Feng Jimeng followed Zhang Jiarui around, it was rare for him to find such a remote corner in the school that could be haunted.

"Let's talk."

Zhang Jiarui looked as if he was about to die of embarrassment.

"Don't talk, I'm leaving."

"Brother Meng, don't treat people like this, err..."

"...Believe it or not, I'll fucking punch you."

Zhang Jiarui clasped Feng Jimeng's fist with both hands, cleared his throat, but he was still awkward: "Cough, that, do you still remember that I told you before that I like a girl in our class?"

"Don't think about it, Bailan probably doesn't mean that to you."

"!!! How do you know that girl is Bailan... No, how do you know that she is not interested in me?"

"You run to our class right after class, and when you see Bai Lan, your eyes are like a dog seeing a fleshy bone, even a blind person can see it."

"...It's not the dog who sees the bone, but the little bee who sees the little flower."

"How do you know she's not interested in me? We're pretty good. She smiles at me when she talks, gives me sweets, and likes to chat with me. I think she likes me too."

The class bell rang, Feng Jimeng wanted to leave, but Zhang Jiarui pulled him, saying that it's okay to delay self-study for a few minutes.

"Then just go and confess to her directly."

Zhang Jiarui frowned in distress: "What if she still doesn't like me that much? What if she does like me, but she still has to focus on her studies? This is already a third year in high school, and I don't know what's going on. The class fell out, and he clearly said that he wanted to be in front of me."

"You also know that it's the third year of high school."

"Of course I know, so I can't confess."

"Then what are you looking for me for?"

Zhang Jiarui suppressed a bit of a wicked smile: "You help me look at her, I see those men in your class are hungry, you have to help my buddies guard this mark, my future happiness depends on is you."

"Everything is boring."

Feng Jimeng shook hands and went back to self-study.

"You can find a way to help us create some time to spend together. I used to see each other every two days in class 16, but now we are separated by a floor, and I can't speak a few words a day. I really don't feel safe."

"There are quite a lot of people who like her."

"You can see it too? So I can only trust you, Brother Meng."

Feng Jimeng stopped walking, her tone was a bit serious: "She has a good personality, and she is pleasant to everyone, so don't be too self-righteous, lest you will be annoying."

Zhang Jiarui was suddenly frustrated: "Brother Meng, I know. I think Brother Lan knows everything, but her attitude towards me hasn't changed. I thought about giving up, but I was a little unwilling. Let's see if she gets along with me, in case she changes her mind about me. Anyway, I will confess my love in the college entrance examination, and do my best to obey the destiny."