Long Shanhai said a few more words over there, then hung up the phone.

As for what he said, Yu Cen didn't hear clearly at all.

Because his mind is not here at all.

Yu Cen's mind is full of thoughts now, is Guan Zhiya crazy or am I crazy?

Originally, he probably wouldn't go to school tomorrow, but the reason why he told Long Shanhai that way just now was just to find an excuse to refuse.

He also expressed a little bit of dissatisfaction with Director Huang.

but don't want to...

It took Yu Cen a while to recover, and then he burst out laughing.

He imagined the appearance of Guan Zhiya standing on the stage to give a speech: most of them stood solemnly, staring at the manuscript with his head slightly lowered, reading in his voice without emotion fluctuations, and he would not even make eye contact with the students below. .

At that time, there must be a chill.

Students are not afraid of being exposed to the sun.

Thinking of this scene, Yu Cen couldn't help laughing, and the laughter became more and more joyful.

I don't know how Director Huang threatened Guan Zhiya.

Liang Yu, who was playing games at the side, heard the voice and looked up in surprise, "What are you laughing at? Who's calling?"

Yu Cen didn't go into details, but said, "I want to go to school tomorrow, and I will give a speech at the opening ceremony."

"what?"

Liang Yu frowned, "You don't care whether you give a speech or not, you just stay and rest!"

Seeing that Yu Cen was silent, Liang Yu was in a hurry again. He came over and wanted to say something. Seeing Yu Cen pick up his phone, he said immediately, "You're starting to write the manuscript now? No, what if Aunt Bai or the doctor disagrees with you?" Do? Didn’t I write it in vain?”

Yu Cen didn't raise his head, his fingers flew fast, "It's easy to write this. What if they agree? It will be too late to write."

Liang Yu, who hates everything related to writing: Doesn't it bother you...?

Liang Yu sat back and did not persuade Yu Cen any more.

After so many years, he also knows this tantrum very well.

Although it looks very young and soft, it is easy to pinch, but it is very stubborn.

It's useless to persuade him about the things he believes, not only that, but he will often end up being slapped in the face and humiliating himself.

Speaking of which, Yu Cen has been going smoothly for so many years.

He is smart, hard-working, focused and hard-working, and he will never look back on what he wants to do. He only does it well with all his heart, and he can often do it well.

But alone, he stumbled at Guan Zhiya.

In the second year of junior high school, Guan Zhiya had just transferred to Baicheng No. [-] Middle School, and in the first major exam, he beat Yu Cen, who was firmly in the first place.

After that time, Yu Cen visibly worked harder, obviously wanting to win back.

And from then until now, he has not recovered in this city.

It can be said that in Yu Cen's 17 years of life, Guan Zhiya has become the biggest setback he has ever encountered!

Liang Yu's heart aches when he thinks about it.

With love for Fa Xiao, Liang Yu took out his mobile phone, opened the Bai Er forum, and began to search for the source of happiness after each exam.

Since the first half of last year, every time there is a big exam, the forum will open a building to bet on who will be the first between Yu Cen and Guan Zhiya.

Although the result has never been exceptional, and the person chosen in the end has never changed, everyone just enjoys it.

Yu Cen clicked the last full stop, exhaled lightly, turned his head and glanced, and saw that Liang Yu was not playing Switch, but was looking at his mobile phone, his eyes glared: "What are you doing!"

Liang Yu was taken aback, and almost lost his grip on the phone, "I, I didn't do anything."

Realizing that he was overreacting, Yu Cen slowed down and asked, "I thought you were still playing the game, did you finish?"

Liang Yu also regained his strength, took the Switch beside him, and said with a bleak smile, "I can't pass this level."

Yu Cen hooked his fingers, "Let me do it."

Liang Yu was so happy that he came over again and suddenly thought: "Have you finished writing the manuscript?"

Yu Cen took the switch, "Yes."

It was the first time for Liang Yu to see Yu Cen writing a speech, and he glanced at the time, "It's only 15 minutes?!"

Yu Cen was puzzled, "Huh?" What's the problem?

Liang Yu was even more puzzled: "Huh?" Is this okay?

I haven't written a speech, don't donate to me, I can only write about loneliness in 15 minutes.

Yu Cen didn't know what Liang Yu was thinking, he just wanted Liang Yu not to play with his phone.

He told Liang Yu how to go through the storyline so that it would be easier to pass. Liang Yu suddenly realized that he forgot about the "gambling" floor and the speech script, and went back to playing the game.

After glancing at him a few times, Yu Cen let out a soft breath.

I always feel that this is not a long-term solution.

It is impossible for him to watch Liang Yu forever and not let him play with his mobile phone. As long as he plays, he may browse the forum and see that post.

Yu Cen was annoyed to death.

He even thought, why not just tell Liang Yu what he saw two days ago, at least what he heard is much more reliable than other people's gossip.

After finishing speaking, he can comfort Liang Yu a few words, and see that he is not messing around and going on hunger strike to commit suicide.

Moreover, taking a step back, Guan Zhiya clearly rejected Yan Yaqi that day, what if Yan Yaqi completely gave up on Guan Zhiya and accepted Liang Yu.

Although Yu Cen personally didn't like that girl, Liang Yu did.

Thinking wildly, Yu Cen unconsciously entered the school forum with his hand.

By the time he realized it, he had already started looking for the love post between the school girl and Xue Shen.

However, after turning several pages, I didn't see that post.

Yu Cen frowned, and clicked into the personal center to see if there was any browsing history or something.

He doesn't play this forum very much, and he is not even familiar with the interactive interface.After searching for a long time, I found that function in a corner. I clicked on it and saw the post [School beauty and Xueshen seem to be in love], Yu Cen clicked, but was prompted: The post you want to browse does not exist or has been deleted!

Re-ordered several times, same result.

Yu Cen was dumbfounded, so this post was deleted?

I don't know why, but...

God helps me too!

Yu Cen even breathed a sigh of relief.

He still didn't want to tell Liang Yu about that matter for the time being.

If Liang Yu's confession fails, then there is no need to let him know that it is nothing to worry about.

If Liang Yu's confession is successful, then it's not too late for him to tell him to make him feel confident.

That night, Yu Cen looked for an opportunity to tell Bai Zhi that he was going to school tomorrow.

When Bai Zhi heard this, she was taken aback for a moment.

After a while, he sighed softly, sat next to Yu Cen, and said softly, "Cen Cen, Mom knows that you may not be able to accept such a thing happening all of a sudden, and you are not ready for it. Mom I understand you very well, but I still hope that you can calm down and cooperate with the doctor in the treatment. Moreover, the doctor also said that everything is still under observation, and it may not necessarily be..."

Bai Zhi said, her eyes darkened.

It took Yu Cen a while to realize that Bai Zhi probably misunderstood, and felt that he had been stimulated to the point of being in a bad mood and was unwilling to stay in the hospital to cooperate with the treatment, so he always ran around.

"No mother," Yu Cen smiled, and explained to Bai Zhi why he was going to school, "Ms. Long personally called for the speech, and I don't think I have any discomfort in my body. It’s okay to go there, it’s also considered that this exam has a beginning and an end. Besides... If this is really the last time, then say goodbye to the school.”

As for what the doctor said was still under observation, Yu Cen didn't take it seriously.

Frankly speaking, if his condition is not very serious, the doctor would not allow him to come in and occupy the bed when medical resources are so scarce.

If you think about it, even if you are still observing, the result is almost the same.

Bai Zhi was silent for a long time after listening to Yu Cen's words.

Patting her son's head, Bai Zhi stood up, "I'll ask the doctor's opinion, if he doesn't agree, then don't go."

Yu Cen nodded obediently.

In the end, the doctor did not stop him from going out, but made a suggestion that someone must be accompanied and supervised.

Rejecting Bai Zhi's proposal to go with him, Yu Cen moved out of the school, "There is Liang Yu."

Not at this time, when will it be.

When Yang Jiao knocked on the door of his room, Guan Zhiya was at his desk conceiving a speech.

In the past, Guan Zhiya flatly refused whenever the teacher asked him about giving a speech on stage.

Because he felt that doing this kind of thing was a waste of time.

But this time, Director Huang personally called to ask him, and said that it was Yu Cen's request.

Although he didn't know what he was doing, but... Guan Zhiya agreed.

But he didn't write this stuff, and he didn't listen to others' speeches very carefully.

Only the content of one person's speech is stored in the brain.

Writing it down so eloquently now is really too similar to others.

Guan Zhiya tore up the paper.

Hearing the knock on the door, Guan Zhiya threw a bunch of waste manuscripts into the trash can, walked over to open the door, and saw Yang Jiao standing at the door, putting on her ballet shoes and dance skirt.

Guan Zhiya frowned, and unconsciously squeezed the hand holding the doorknob.

Yang Jiao's eyes looked expectant, "Guan Guan, can you draw a picture for me?"

She held a bucket of pencils in her left hand, the nibs were thoughtfully sharpened, and stood there sharply and sharply. She also held a pencil sharpener in her right hand, which was the one that scratched the back of his hand when she threw it at Guan Zhiya earlier.

Guan Zhiya looked at those brushes with a cold expression.

Seeing that he kept silent, Yang Jiao felt aggrieved, bit her lip and said, "You, you agreed to draw a picture for me in a month, and it's already September..."

As she spoke, her tears were about to fall.

Guan Zhiya didn't correct her that tomorrow is September [-]st, let go of the doorknob, and said, "Go to the living room to draw."

Guan Zhiya took out the easel by the wall and set it up under the lamp, spread out the drawing paper, and took a look at Yang Jiao who had already posed.

Yang Jiao started to learn ballet at a very young age and used to be a ballet dancer.

Although she is nearly forty years old now, she still has that elegant temperament, and even her eyes are still innocent and pure.

It's just that she still holds the pencil sharpener in her hand, which is somewhat uncoordinated.

Guan Zhiya picked out a paintbrush, took a deep breath, raised the brush, and swipe across the paper.

He painted very quickly, with a few strokes, he outlined the charm of a ballet beauty.

The beauty in the painting has a pretty face, slender limbs, a skirt in hand, and tiptoes, as if she is standing in the center of the stage.

Yang Jiao trotted over to look at the painting, smiling happily, "Guan Guan's painting is so beautiful!"

Suddenly ran back to her own room.

Guan Zhiya ignored her, took off the drawing paper and put it on the side table, and went to collect the easel.

As soon as it was put away, Yang Jiao ran out of the room, holding a photo in his hand.

Picking up Guan Zhiya's painting again, and comparing the two, Yang Jiao asked Guan Zhiya to look at it: "It's even better than the photo."

The photo shows Yang Jiao dancing gracefully on the stage.

Guan Zhiya glanced at it, but didn't speak.

No matter how much he whitewashes it now, he can't paint a ten-thousandth of the splendor of the once lively stage.

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