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The New Year's Day holiday flies by quickly, and there is not much room for breathing for senior high school students.

The all-nighter in Jiang Ziyi's new house soon became a thing of the past, and no one had time to pursue the details, so they just walked forward naturally.Lin Chan still boarded at Jing Ye's house, with two quilts, two pillows, and an invisible boundary dividing the bed into two, saying "Think clearly", but no one violated the rules when sleeping at night.

Because the Chinese New Year is earlier, the one-model exam is more turbulent than in previous years.Ordinary high school seniors may be relatively well-prepared, but Lin Chan has been focusing on intensive training for the past six months, and her performance in cultural subjects is really bottomless.

He looked in the mirror, because of the high pressure, the two new bruises on the lower eyelids made him lose energy.

Lin Chan sighed, stuffed the toothbrush into her mouth, and moved mechanically with her eyelids drooping.

"Slept well last night?"

Lin Chan vomited bubbles: "...it's okay."

Behind him, Jing Ye leaned against the door frame of the bathroom, holding the school uniform jacket that had just been taken out of the dryer: "It's time for you to change your school uniform jacket. I washed it for you last night, so I'll wear this one today."

His tone was so gentle that Lin Chan couldn't help but get goosebumps: "Oh, thank you."

"What's for breakfast? I'll buy it for you in a while." Jing Ye stretched out his fingers and started counting, "Soya-bean milk and fried dough sticks? It doesn't seem very nutritious. Drinking porridge is tasteless and easy to go to the toilet. How about eating buns? Noodles? Eat For noodles, I’ll cook them for you, and use the braised pork ribs from last night as simmered noodles..."

Seeing that he was still chattering, Lin Chan hurriedly wiped the toothpaste from the corner of her mouth, and hurriedly stopped: "Anything is fine."

Jing Ye looked at him suspiciously: "Anything is fine? Then I'll cook the noodles and add an egg for you. You have to eat it. If you want to grow your body, don't be picky eaters. I'm your lesson from the past."

Lin Chan expressed her doubts with her eyes.

Jing Ye gritted his teeth, and lowered his voice: "Isn't it barely 1.8 meters in shoes now...!"

"Oh." Lin Chan still couldn't help laughing: "Then I want to eat."

Stuffing the coat into his hand, Jing Ye rushed downstairs with a dignified aura about to show off his skills, ready to fight with the stove and iron pan.

The conversation was heartwarming, and the school uniform jacket that was taken out of the dryer was still a little warm. Lin Chan buried her face in it, and smelled the same faint fragrance as Jing Ye's bed, and the remaining smile froze——

What is this smell?

Lin Chan frowned and sniffed twice.

It seems... no, yes, someone careless must have picked up the wrong lotion when helping him wash his clothes.

This is for the sheets!

The smell is different, and the one that washes the sheets and the coat can't be the same.The obsessive-compulsive disorder and the tolerance for Jing Ye pulled each other for three seconds, and the culprit came from downstairs and raised his voice: "Are the eggs poached or boiled?"

Lin Chan was afraid that he would challenge the hard mode on his own initiative, so he put on his coat and jumped down the small stairs of the duplex: "Just boil it for nothing! You burned the pot last time when you made poached eggs!"

The one who answered him was a hand stretched out from the kitchen, and gave him an angry middle finger.

On the dining table, the fresh milk was ready, Lin Chan packed her schoolbag and Jing Ye came out with two bowls of noodles.

It was almost the same bowl, and he had one more egg than Jing Ye.

Jing Ye's cooking skills are limited, so he can hardly starve himself to death. Lack of salt and taste is common, but he gets used to it after eating.Competing against the clock in the morning, Lin Chan was too lazy to comment on the bland noodles with too much spicy oil. After eating them in two or three bites, she only acted as if she was making Jingye happy: "It's delicious, I'll go first."

Jing Ye was so comforted by the phrase "delicious" that he was so relieved physically and mentally: "After today's exam, can't you go to evening self-study?"

"want."

"Then I'll drive to pick you up then."

Lin Chan paused when she tied her shoelaces: "Whatever."

There were three bus stops to No. [-] Middle School, and there were no seats during the rush hour. Lin Chan was squeezed to the back to grab the pull ring.The sequelae of getting up early slowly rushed to my head at this time, and my eyelids were a little heavy.

Whenever her mind is not clear, Lin Chan always thinks about Jing Ye.

Since New Year's Eve, when Jing Ye said "you have to understand", there seems to be a wonderful chemical reaction between them.To say that there is no ambiguity, at most they are playing around like they were when they were fourteen or fifteen years old. Jing Ye helped him wash clothes, squeeze toothpaste, and make breakfast for him. He was a qualified brother next door.

The parents seem to be happy to see the results, and Lin Chan's interpretation of this relationship is also rarely wavering.

It seems to be moving in the direction he wants...

But Lin Chan was not satisfied if there was a way out.

If Jing Ye continues like this and pampers him, he will definitely get worse, from "making him fall in love with me" to "making him completely inseparable from me" and "he will never be able to leave me for the rest of his life".

Do people like to talk about life?

Or is it just him who thinks so?

As the bus passed a bend, Lin Chan almost lost her balance, so she took two steps forward and grabbed another handrail.

On the two seats next to them was a young couple of about the same age, who looked like they were from the school next door, and were leaning closely together to share earphones.The boy's arms were wrapped around the girl's shoulders, and his palms were stretched out against the bus window, lest the lover who closed his eyes and took a nap accidentally bump into him.

Lin Chan was slightly distracted, thinking: "Isn't it the same with him that day?"

New Year's Day lasted all night, and when it was almost dawn, a group of people finally got tired of playing and fell asleep.Except for the two girls, they basically didn't care whether they were divided into rooms or not. Jing Ye was sleeping in the wrong position, and woke up crying for a long time with leg pain.

There was nothing to do the next day, and everyone wandered around Guanyin Bridge for another day.

Lin Chan said that a friend of the studio teacher opened a rather unique bookstore on Beicheng Paradise Street. Several people flocked to it, but were persuaded to leave by the sign that it was full. Finally, they found a board game bar and played until dusk.

From the Guanyin Bridge back to the sandy area, you need to transfer to the bus by light rail. The slopes in Chongqing are long and many. After the transfer, the bus is unexpectedly empty.

There are two seats by the window, and Jing Ye sits inside.

Not long after he encountered a sharp turn, Jing Ye leaned against his shoulder due to inertia, and didn't shrink back even on the straight road.He let Jing Ye lean on him. The man closed his eyes and embraced his arms. He was wearing a mask, and his head moved from time to time as the bus turned left and right. Lin Chan hesitated and stretched out his hand.

He put his palm between Jing Ye's forehead and the car window, warming the air conditioner and breathing, the car window fogged up, and a few spots on his knuckles were soon printed.

After another turn, Jing Ye tilted his head and rested his hand on his hand, the end of his peach-blossom eyes rose a little: "It's so considerate, my heart beats faster."

Lin Chan turned her head and opened the word reciting app on her phone with one hand.

Jing Ye poked him: "Has your heartbeat accelerated, Mumu?"

"No."

Lin Chan said at that time.

But really not?

For the next few stops, he didn't read a single word.

The diagnostic exam was more difficult than the last simulation. Lin Chan was already dizzy in the Chinese and math exams the day before, but her English was fine the next day, but the comprehensive science exam in the morning tortured him enough.

By the way, I regret No.15 why I didn't choose liberal arts at that time.

Every senior high school student knows his grades, the admission line and ranking of his ideal school, and the floating score line of the college entrance examination within five years. , everyone's art test scores will not be too bad, but the requirements of the CAFA cultural courses are also high.

"The best thing to do next is not to be too persistent." This is what Chi Nian and Tao Zi have persuaded him.

There are only two or three art academies for single recruitment. The first day of the Lunar New Year begins, and other schools will start to offer time one after another.The teacher suggested that he apply for a few more schools, and Lin Chan applied for all the schools he could in one go.

You have to pass the single move first, and then take the culture class...

Otherwise, even if he gets 650 in the exam, his professional grades will plummet in the end, and he will still not be able to go to the school he likes.

So how to make up for it?

Lin Chan scratched her hair in pain.

After the big exam, the evening self-study is usually free and loose. Even if the first middle school is tight, on the surface everyone stays quietly in the classroom and bows their heads to study. It is hard to say what is under the exercise book.It was a rare moment to catch a breath between classes, Lin Chan dropped the physics problem and went out of the classroom to breathe.

He lay on the window sill and looked into the distance for a while, when he was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

"What are you looking at?" Miao Ling handed over a cup of milk tea, "I just ordered takeaway, let's celebrate."

In the eyes of others, this is "the favor of the class flower", but both Lin Chan and Miao Ling knew that they were each other's "good sisters", so he thanked each other and took a big drink without shyness.

By chance before, Lin Chan had revealed some things about Jing Ye to her, but she didn't mention her name, and replaced it with "the brother of the neighbor's family".Miao Ling was the first friend he made in No. [-] Middle School, and because of this, he shared Lin Chan's secret.

Miao Ling expressed deep sympathy for what happened to him. Later, when she accidentally discovered that Lin Chan was not a pity that she made up, her mentality changed quickly, from "Mom will help you teach the scumbag" to "watching a movie.jpg".

Lin Chan doesn't care about her state of mind, it's always good to have someone to confide in.

The milk tea is a bit sweet, and it looks like a cup of porridge with various ingredients. Lin Chan stirred the taro balls at the bottom of the cup a few times: "What's the matter?"

"Ask you." Miao Ling held her chin with great interest, "How was it with that brother of yours last time?"

"What was the last time?"

"New Year's Day." Miao Ling's eyes were shining brightly, "Didn't he say that he asked you to give him a chance? This is a huge improvement. Don't you consider taking advantage of the victory to pursue it?"

Lin Chan slowly picked up the coconut fruit with a straw and ate it: "Don't think about it, let him think about it."

"How long have you liked him? It's been three years. According to what you said, what if he has been allowed to think for himself and there is no result? My gay honey said that their straight men only have a period of time, and they are all raising fish! You Don't be fooled..."

"Don't worry so much." Lin Chan smiled softly, "He will definitely like me."

Miao Ling was taken aback: "Hey? Didn't you say..."

Didn't you say that straight men are hard to deal with?

"It's enough for him to like me, it doesn't matter whether it's straight or curved, and the process of thinking about it is not important." Lin Chan shook the milk tea cup at Miao Ling, "I'm going back to the classroom now—thank you for the milk tea, remember to add less ingredients next time .”

Miao Ling chased after him: "So we still have to give him a chance?"

"It's too much trouble."

"What trouble are you afraid of?" Miao Ling pierced him mercilessly, "You were obviously smiling just now!"

The fog rose again at night, and I really didn't want to do the questions in the last evening self-study.Lin Chan opened the sketchbook, rested her chin and sketched aimlessly, two or three abstract lines appeared on the white paper.

It's two people leaning together, stealing a little intimacy in the bus.