The whole school is waiting for my confession

In the silent classroom, when everyone is thinking hard, the actions of others will either be completely ignored or infinitely magnified.

Bai Juan was slightly distracted by Jiang Qingyan's movement at first, but the test paper was not difficult, and he did it smoothly.

Only after an hour or so later, the writing behind stopped.

Jiang Qingyan is done.

A few students nearby noticed Jiang Qingyan's movements and were shocked by the astonishing speed, as if what they were doing was not a paper; instead, Bai Juan was getting better and better without realizing it.

After Jiang Qingyan finished writing, instead of handing in the paper ahead of time as usual, she began to check it.

He tapped the table with his hands one after another, but his eyes fell on the thin back of the person in front of him.

Bai Juan took off his thick winter coat, revealing the white sweater underneath, with his head slightly lowered, looking extraordinarily soft.

Bai Juan's hair was very soft, but there was a small strand of hair standing stubbornly on the back of his head, which made people want to comb it for him.

Jiang Qingyan looked at it, and felt that the exam was interesting.

The invigilator walked around twice and found something was wrong with him, so he knocked on Jiang Qingyan's desktop to remind him.

Jiang Qingyan came back to her senses, shrugged and gave a harmless smile.

"Check carefully after the exam." The teacher asked.

This teacher is from another grade and has never met Jiang Qingyan.

Jiang Qingyan nodded honestly, and perfunctorily turned the paper over.

He is unchecked, he believes in the first instinct is more effective than deliberation.

It wasn't until Bai Juan heard the conversation that he realized that Jiang Qingyan had finished. He turned his head slightly and met Jiang Qingyan's eyes.

Jiang Qingyan opened her mouth and made a mouth shape.

"come on."

Bai Juan turned around in a panic. At that moment, he had a flash of inspiration, his thoughts suddenly became clear, and he quickly finished the last question.

The teacher sitting on the podium on the other side saw them whispering, and a sharp eye flew over.

In the following time, they seemed to regard the first grade and the second grade as the key observation objects, which made Jiang Qingyan's scalp tingle a little.

In less than half an hour, Bai Juan had re-checked it several times. He solemnly put down his pen, let out a long breath, and lay down on the table to stare at the hands of his watch.

Jiang Qingyan naturally noticed Bai Juan's idleness, so he lightly kicked Bai Juan's chair leg.

There was a certain distance between the two seats, Jiang Qingyan kicked her long legs lightly, but still made a little noise unavoidably.

Bai Juan's seat swayed slightly, and he turned around in surprise.

When the invigilator heard the movement, his face was slightly sullen, and he was about to come over to make trouble, Jiang Qingyan picked up the test paper and stepped forward.

"Teacher, I will hand in the paper."

"...Okay." The teacher put away the papers and hurried away, "Don't linger when you go out, don't affect others."

She put away the papers, but found that Jiang Qingyan was gesturing to the first grader, so she hurried away.

"Classmates, go out quickly."

Bai Juan understood Jiang Qingyan's meaning. Is this the meaning of asking him to hand in the paper and follow him out?

He turned around and looked at the whole classroom. Everyone was concentrating on answering the questions, and he didn't have the habit of handing in the papers in advance.

However, I do...

He looked at the window, Jiang Qingyan poked his head out by the window, and waved to him again.

Bai Juan simply got up and handed in the exam.

As soon as he went out, Jiang Qingyan asked: "

How are you doing? "

Bai Juan replied: "Not bad."

Bai Juan praised him again: "Finally learned how to check."

Jiang Qingyan touched her nose guiltily: "Of course."... Actually, he didn't check at all.

At this moment, the entire campus was completely silent, and the tense atmosphere of the exam did not spread here. Bai Juan sat in the pavilion in front of the teaching building with the review materials for the next exam, looking peaceful.

Jiang Qingyan looked at him, reached out and took a copy as well.

The next subject was English. Jiang Qingyan looked at the English words carefully neatly in her hands, and suddenly remembered that when the two had their first conversation, Bai Juan was also muttering words in a low voice like now.

Jiang Qingyan said: "I finished the painting that I promised you last time, and you can come to my house to get it some other day."

Jiang Qingyan drew for many days, instead of using crude composition paper, she seriously re-drawn a picture.

Bai Juan almost forgot about it, and smiled when he heard this: "Really?"

Jiang Qingyan nodded: "Also, my cooking skills have improved recently, so I can show you."

Hearing this, Bai Juan gave up most of the idea of ​​going to Jiang Qingyan's house, and said politely, "Ah, not bad."

That's not true, Jiang Qingyan is now going home as soon as school is over, she is a hard-working student who goes to school at two points and one line.

It's just that the cooking nanny hired by the family is almost out of work, and almost all the pots and pans at home have been replaced with a new batch.

Although Jiang Qingyan also loves to read recipes, but every time he practices them, he goes to the road of no return to develop new recipes by himself, but he gets as much joy from it as a chemical experiment.

However, for Bai Juan, most of the experiences with Jiang Qingyan were unbearable, especially cooking, so he changed the subject: "Have you decided what subject to choose?"

This also reminded Jiang Qingyan.

Jiang Qingyan said casually, "I'll choose the truth." It's so much fun not having to endorse.

Bai Juan put down the book, his eyes lit up: "Then we should be in the same class."

Jiang Qingyan looked at Bai Juan's happy expression, and asked deliberately: "But I also want to choose liberal arts, history is so interesting."

Bai Juan's expression became serious, and his eyebrows frowned: "But you have lost a lot of points in history, can you remember those timelines..."

Jiang Qingyan smiled: "Okay, I will definitely choose Quanli."

Bai Juan noticed that Jiang Qingyan always had a smile on his face recently, and when he had a cold face with this hairstyle, he looked a little cooler, but he was always so cheerful, but he seemed not very smart and a little naive.

So he thought: This hairstyle should be changed.

The biggest advantage of the exam is that it can advance time very quickly. One exam after another is like a tightly locked gear, moving forward quickly, with no chance of turning back.

After a whole day of exams, the students in the whole grade were wilted.

Most of the people in the classroom either started cramming or got the answers right, and there was another group of people who wanted to relax before the exam was over.

The typical representative of the last group of people is Liu Bufan. He played with toys for a while like ADHD, and in the restlessness, he proposed to find a place to play a game.

Jiang Qingyan leisurely flipped through the book and rejected the proposal.

"I don't have a cell phone."

Liu Bufan: "Oh, you didn't bring your mobile phone. Wait, you don't bring your mobile phone? Something is wrong with you."

"I haven't brought it for a long time."

Only then did Liu Bufan realize that it seemed to be the case.

Jiang Qingyan remembered the teacher's high expectations for him, so he turned off Liu Bufan's cell phone and threw it into the table.

"Pay attention to discipline. Read more books and play less games."

Seeing Fa Xiao who seemed to be drifting away from him, Liu Bufan was heartbroken.

"What books are you still reading? Don't you go into battle with bare hands?"

Wait, out of the corner of his eye, Liu Bufan noticed why this book had pictures.

He moved the chair to the corridor, lifted the cover of the book and took a look - "A Study of Recipes in a Dream of Red Mansions".

Liu Bufan's eyelids twitched, suspecting that he was wrong.

"What's your situation?"

"Accumulate materials for tomorrow's composition."

"Really?" Liu Bufan was skeptical, and then found a copy of "Man Han Banquet" from Jiang Qingyan's desk.

I'm afraid it won't work.

Liu Bufan took out the book and flipped through it with contempt, and his mouth was watering.

Jiang Qingyan is quite good at finding entertainment, as expected of my brother, he thought.

The next day's exam also went well.

After two days, I finished all the exams in Biochemistry, Biology, Mathematics, and English, and I was stuck on the last day of Liberal Arts.

Therefore, the review pressure on the second night is the greatest. After all, there are too many things to memorize in politics, history and science, and the sound of reading can be heard everywhere.

Bai Juan passed by the class next door, took a special look, and found that Jiang Qingyan was seriously reading a book, and couldn't help feeling a little relieved.

Very motivated, not bad.

However, on the third day, Jiang Qingyan did not come to the exam.

You cannot enter the examination room 15 minutes after the start of the examination. Bai Juan checks his watch from time to time, but Jiang Qingyan did not come from the waiting room to the end of the first examination.

The invigilator marked Jiang Qingyan's seat as absent.

Bai Juan looked at the empty seat behind him in a daze, why didn't he come all of a sudden?

I hadn't heard him mention anything urgent before.

Especially for the next two doors, Jiang Qingyan did not appear either.

When the students were immersed in the ecstasy after liberation, Bai Juan was only worried, and went to find Liu Bufan immediately after the exam.

Liu Bufan glanced at the message sent by the mobile phone, and said something ironic.

His face sank, and he said worriedly: "I haven't heard him say it. You're not sick, why don't you go find him?"

Seeing this, Bai Juan's heart pounded.

Liu Bufan added fuel to the fire: "Brother Yan never misses exams, what happened?"

Bai Juan said: "I'll go to his house to look for him, do you want to go together?"

Although Liu Bufan really wanted to watch the fun, he quickly waved his hands: "My family is in a hurry and I can't go, please give me a greeting."

After thinking about it, Bai Juan hurriedly packed his things, took the papers on Jiang Qingyan's desk, and rode his bicycle to his house.

Bai Juan didn't have a navigation, so he took a lot of detours in the community based on his intuition, and finally found Jiang Qingyan's house.

Bai Juan rode all the way against the stinging cold wind, and now his neck was stiff from the back of his hands to his palms. He stood in front of Jiang Qingyan's closed door, rubbed his palms, and then rang the doorbell.

The doorbell rang for a long time with no answer.

Bai Juan couldn't help being annoyed, he should go home and get a mobile phone to contact him before making any plans, maybe he's not at home.

Bai Juan pulled down the scarf, revealing his flushed face, and pressed it a few more times unwillingly.

There seemed to be no one in Jiang Qingyan's house.

Bai Juan took a few steps back, looking at the darkened house, he became more worried, and had some bad guesses in his heart.

Could it be that Jiang Qingyan was alone at home, an accident happened, and no one noticed...

He was startled by his own imagination, and quickly shook his head to throw away these ominous guesses.

Just as Bai Juan was pushing his car back home after failing, the door of Jiang Qingyan's house opened.