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As a result of not being able to eat, he was in a state of hunger all afternoon. Several times he regarded the geometric figures drawn on the blackboard as sandwiches.

After finally reaching the last class, Lu Hong came over again.

"Gu Zhi." Lu Hong called him: "We are going to have dinner together next Friday, will you come or not?"

Somehow, after Jiang Chu showed him the rematch notice, the word Friday was associated with the art competition.

"Friday..." Gu Zhi murmured, and subconsciously glanced at the next door, only to find that Jiang Chu's seat was empty.

"I asked the Great Master, and he said yes." Lu Hong lay on his table and explained following Gu Zhi's gaze.

It's a surprise that he would agree to have a dinner together.

Probably seeing Gu Zhi's doubts, Lu Hong said: "The competition class changes every year, and next year it will not be our group. Although it will be short, there will be a farewell ceremony anyway."

Teenagers always have a different kind of obsession with the sense of ritual, and they have to commemorate even the bigger things.

"I told the great god that everyone basically comes, just to have a meal, at most two or three hours, and then the summer vacation will be completely gone, and you may not be able to touch it if you want to."

"Oh," Gu Zhi muttered, "I'm pretty good at time management."

"That's all right, I'll let you know when the time comes."

Gu Zhi muffled his head and let out a "hmm".

The competition is just around the corner. If the teacher finds out that someone is thinking about other things at this time, it is estimated that a thousand-word review will be indispensable afterwards.

There were a few boys talking in the corridor, their voices were so low that they could not be heard, which attracted the attention of some girls in the classroom from time to time.

When he was counting down the countdown to school, Jiang Chu came in through the front door.

He pulled up the chair, and a youthful scent of midsummer came to his nostrils. Gu Zhi thought he was fainted from hunger, but he smelled the aroma of bread just by Jiang Chu's movement.

But there was actually a loaf of cheese bread on the table.

"What are you doing?" Gu Zhi had no idea that Jiang Chu had gone out to buy bread. Based on the character Jiang Chu had accumulated with him in the past, he suspected that the bread might have been poisoned.

Jiang Chu picked up a bottle of water at the corner of the table, unscrewed the cap and took a sip of water, gasping for breath, said in a hoarse voice, "You transferred too much money."

After Gu Zhi finished his lunch, he thought about it for a long time, and finally transferred the money he paid through WeChat, and made up a whole number, so he continued to eat with peace of mind, but he was not full in the end.

The simple explanation covered a lot of details. If he really felt that the money he paid was too much, he could transfer it back after collecting the money, or not at all. Or, Jiang Chu didn't need to help, anyway, even if the school's signal is not good Well, the delivery guy will always find Gu Zhi.

Gu Zhi picked up the cheese bread suspiciously, he didn't know whether it was because he was too hungry or the boss changed the recipe, the cheese bun was much more fragrant than usual.

The smell of milk between classes filled the entire backseat, attracting many people to turn their heads. Perhaps it was the hilarious atmosphere of the classroom that diluted the subtlety between the two.

Gu Zhi choked on the last bite of bread, and asked vaguely: "Lu Hong said you will attend their party on Friday, will you be in time for the competition?"

"When will I answer..."

"What?" Gu Zhi swallowed his last mouthful and asked him amidst the din.

Forget it.

"...It should be in time." Jiang Chu stared at the chubby head in the front row for a while.

When Lu Hong asked, he only said one sentence and then let's talk. Somehow, when he got to Gu Zhi, he agreed directly.

The end time of the art competition is [-] pm on Friday, theoretically speaking, it is too late.

Gu Zhi nodded knowingly. He knew that many students with unstable college entrance examination scores would pass the art examination and go to university, but Jiang Chu didn't need it at all.

He participates in competitions, he draws for magazines, and his purpose is more simple.

"By the way, I'm sure you won't be able to go to the old class in the art competition. Will your dad send you there?" In fact, that's what Gu Zhi asked. He participated in the math competition, and Gu Qian was nervous for several days, and even went to school according to an encyclopedia for several days. Dao Shiquan Dabu Xuebawan wished him good grades, so he thought that all parents in the world were like Gu Qian.

Jiang Chu used Gu Zhi's most irresponsible reason: "Am I a primary school student, and I need my parents to follow me?"

"If the parents don't want to follow, can the students follow?" Gu Zhi asked.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Chu raised his eyes and frantically clicked on the small game on his mobile phone.

The scent of milk hadn't dissipated yet, Gu Zhi thought that Jiang Chu's chances of refusing should not be high, so he boldly asked: "Isn't the game over on Thursday? I'll be fine on Friday, I'm bored at home anyway, otherwise you take me To broaden your horizons? Maybe you can meet the contemporary Van Gogh and Monet."

Jiang Chu's eyes paused for a few seconds on the prompt word of the dead villain on the phone screen, and after a while he said: "You think they are mass-produced? How is this kind of competition possible."

"Then will you let me go?"

Jiang Chu restarted the game, glanced down at Gu Zhi's two long legs dangling under the table, and said, "The legs are on your body. If I don't let you go?"

"That's impossible." Gu Zhi hurriedly denied.

Jiang Chu bowed his head and didn't speak again. It took a long time for Gu Zhi to come back to his senses. He was acquiescing. A young man like Jiang Chu who speaks with a prickly voice, even if he is soft once in a while, always has water chestnuts.

"Then what should I prepare? I heard that on-site drawing requires two or three pens of various types. I don't think you have any carbon pens, and you don't seem to have seen you use 6b pens. How big is the sketch paper? Why don't we go to the painting material store on Thursday to have a look first?" Gu Zhi broke his fingers and chanted endlessly, Jiang Chu interrupted him in desperation——

"The paper is uniform, so you don't need to prepare it yourself. Also, where did you know about the charcoal pen and 6b?" Jiang Chu looked at him with great interest.

"Just... Baidu Encyclopedia." Gu Zhi said disapprovingly.

The cicadas outside the classroom are barking wantonly in the afterglow of the setting sun, looking up is the sky scalded by the setting sun, the glass windows of the classroom reflect the scorching sun like a raging fire, and the rays of the sun are paved with brocade.

In the next few days, the entire competition class never had such good weather again. The weather was not good, and it was rainy until the day of the competition.

The school bus was waiting for them at the school parking lot at 6:20 on time. The few people who arrived early had already got on the bus and found seats, holding books and making the final sprint.

People in twos and threes walked here holding umbrellas, complaining about why it always rains every exam.

Gu Zhi and Jiang Chu were also in the crowd, the rain was pattering on the umbrella, it was clearly midsummer, but it played the rhythm of late autumn.

After counting the number of people, the teacher said to set off, the driver started the bus, and the car walked slowly on the main road. The rain curtain was cut off by the bus, splashing bits and pieces, and then returned to the flowing sewage.

After He Wen adjusted the air conditioner in the car, she said to the young man who was murmuring with some encouragement, "It's a good omen for the fish to jump over the dragon's gate and the clouds to disperse the rain."

Taking advantage of the cover of the front seat, Gu Zhi turned his head and whispered, "I can't see that Lao Ban still believes in this."

Because of the rain, there were a lot fewer pedestrians on the road, but the number of vehicles did not seem to double as usual, and traffic lights were blocked for a long time.

"Don't worry, we are more than two hours ahead of schedule, safety is the priority." He Wen said.

These words sounded like comforting the driver, but also like comforting the driver.

When it was about to arrive, He Wen woke up a few people who were sleeping in the cage in advance and told them; "Take it as an ordinary monthly exam, and if you encounter uncertain questions, just leave it blank first, and pay attention to the rhythm of the time."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Let's go." He Wen took a group of monkey children to the school that was drawn in this competition - Nanchuan No. [-] Middle School.

The No. 10 Middle School and the No. 10 Middle School are quite far apart, and it would take nearly [-] minutes to drive without traffic jams. It rained today, and several lights were blocked, which took [-] to [-] minutes longer than usual.

The contestants from all schools were already waiting to enter the examination room.

It started at nine o'clock and ended at 11:30, half an hour longer than usual.

Gu Zhi is the kind of person who has a big heart for exams. If he is sure, he will basically not be nervous. Of course, there will be "little accidents" sometimes.

The previous two chemistry exams took place.

But mathematics is his strong point. He participated in the national competition for middle school students when he was in junior high school, so everyone else was nervous and excited, but he didn't feel much like revisiting his old place.

This time it was a city-wide competition, and all the students were randomly assigned by disrupting the examination room. Jiang Chu and him were not in the same examination room, but Zhao Yicheng was also assigned to Gu Zhi's same examination room by surprise.

According to He Wen's instructions, Gu Zhi checked the pen ruler and other utensils. When there was only one minute left before the exam, Zhao Yicheng lived up to his expectations and turned back with a smile: "Don't be nervous, come on, let's go together after the exam." .”

His cheering attracted the attention of other students in the same examination room. Zhao Yicheng smiled and explained to the people around him: "We are in the same class in No. [-] Middle School, so it is fate that we are assigned to the same examination room."

The people next to him were a little envious. Amidst the sound of rain, the bell rang suddenly, and the invigilator stepped on the bell and entered the classroom with the test paper bag.

Two and a half hours is fast and fast. When doing the questions, the pen tip will pass by as soon as it is moved.

When he finished checking the test papers for the second round, he glanced at the clock hanging in the upper right corner of the classroom. It was 11 minutes before 30:10.

The competition examination room did not allow early submission of papers, so he had to check it again.

When the bell rang again, there was a murmur in the classroom.

"Don't talk, put the test paper face up on the table, and take the other things out," the invigilator's voice was strong and honest.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the rustling sound stopped abruptly, followed by the sound of papers being flipped and chairs moving.

When leaving the classroom door, Zhao Yicheng followed closely and put Gu Zhi on the shoulder: "How is it? I think this competition is quite simple. It is not as difficult as the questions given by the teacher of No. [-] Middle School. So many questions were written for nothing before."

In front of a group of students who complained about the lack of time and the difficulty of the topic, Zhao Yicheng flaunted "this is not a problem", which attracted the envy of many people.

There were even a few people who boldly stepped forward and asked him which question to choose.

Zhao Yicheng's memory is really good, Gu Zhi only remembers the correct answers, he can even explain why the wrong answers are wrong.

He suddenly felt that there was a reason for Zhao Yicheng's hatred.

A huge crowd filed out from the classroom door, Gu Zhi pushed Zhao Yicheng's hand off his shoulder and said, "You should go to the old class first."

After he finished speaking, he walked in the opposite direction of the crowd. Zhao Yicheng was taken aback, followed Gu Zhi's footsteps amid the urging voices from behind, and said with a smile, "It's okay, let's go together."

Gu Zhi wanted to say no, but Zhao Yicheng had already followed, he opened his mouth, and those two words were silently drowned in the crowd.

When Niu Liu passed through the large army, he also met Cui Wenjun, who went retrograde alone and turned into three people. Gu Zhi didn't say anything, and Zhao Yicheng turned his attention to He Jia again.

"How did you do in the exam? How many prizes can you get?"

This person is not likable when he opens his mouth, but he hasn't noticed it yet.

From Cui Wenjun's expression, it was hard to tell whether she was good or bad in the exam, but it was difficult for her to accept Zhao Yicheng's straightforward question.

If it hits the muzzle of the gun, it will be very uncomfortable for others, so she couldn't help kicking Zhao Yicheng and said, "Have you forgotten the rules of our class? You are not allowed to ask about the results after the exam."

Zhao Yicheng stuck out his tongue, swallowed the words because the other party was a girl, and finally muttered softly: "When did our class have this class rule?"

"I decided that the new class rules for next semester will be enforced now, no way." Cui Wenjun and Zhao Yicheng exchanged words without saying a word.

Because Gu Zhi didn't speak much, Cui Wenjun was curious, he gestured and mouthed and asked in a low voice: "Did he not do well in the exam?"

Zhao Yicheng said: "Didn't you say that you are not allowed to ask for results after the exam?"

"You're going to die, it's so loud." Cui Wenjun kicked him again.

The two people around me whispered for so long, but Gu Zhi could hear clearly that it wasn't that he didn't do well in the exam, on the contrary, it went well, it was because of Zhao Yicheng's cheering words that made him not want to talk.

I still remember more or less what happened last time.

As soon as she reached the corridor on the third floor, Cui Wenjun suddenly took a step forward, and she said, "Look, Jiang Chu."

"Huh? Why didn't I see it?"

Gu Zhixun raised his eyes, and there were two boys standing in a corner at the end of the corridor, one with a crew cut and a white T-shirt.

The other was wearing a black letter t-shirt, and the schoolbag was only carried on one shoulder, hanging loosely on the shoulder, and lowered his head to listen to the crew-cut classmate in the white t-shirt.

From a distance, it looks a bit like an older brother scolding a younger brother.

But as soon as this idea came up, Gu Zhi was taken aback, because the person who bowed his head was Jiang Chu, who would dare to scold him?