The cultivated Omega has become an A

Before the opening ceremony in the afternoon, Shen Wenxu stayed alone at the back door of the playground thinking about life.

There are dozens of people sitting in a classroom, and the air is so turbid that it is difficult to breathe.He doesn't like group life, he only came to this school for Fu Anyang.

On the first side of the reunion, he restrained himself a little at such an exciting moment, so as not to scare the classmates next to him.Fu Anyang didn't show any special expression when he saw him, and even had a cold attitude, as if he was not happy at all.

Are you angry?

Was the surprise of meeting on the first day of school too much?

Shen Wenxu pondered for a long time in secret, until the announcement of the entrance ceremony for the opening ceremony sounded, and then slowly stood up.

Just when he was about to lift his feet, something flew over his head over the wall, accompanied by the urgent reminder from the young man.

"I'm sorry my classmate borrowed!! Help!!"

"..."

A white phantom floated in the corner of my eye, and the manuscript paper was smashed down.The culprit rushed forward without looking back, and quickly ran across the playground and disappeared.

Shen Wenxu froze for a few seconds, glanced at the manuscript papers scattered under his feet, and bent over to pick them up one by one.

lines.CV.

There is also a statement.

In the upper right corner of the resume is a formal photo.The indigo blue suit collar that is exposed at the edge is probably a school uniform jacket, and the collar of the white shirt is slightly open.At first glance, "handsome" is printed on the photo like a watermark.

It is the face of a good student.The young man looked straight at the camera without being humble or overbearing, his hair fell softly to his ears, and his light brown pupils were clear and bright.The outline is not sharp and angular, the baby fat around the chin is still faintly faded, but the quiet eyes look a bit precocious.

Shen Wenxu held it in his hand and looked at it for a while.

He had seen this face when it was rounder and softer, but the look was a little strange to him.

It is obvious that it has only been a few months since we last met, are you growing up in a storm?

Shen Wenxu slowly stroked the face in the photo, resting his fingertips on the corner of his mouth, raised it upwards, and narrowed his eyes.

Why doesn't it look like growing up happily?

The instructions on the radio sounded again.He put away his resume and speech papers and returned to the class to assemble. The line that had been lined up was being called, and he was the only one missing.

Rigorously checked the class roster, dissatisfied: "Don't be late next time."

"There won't be a next time."

He smiled apologetically and admitted his mistake gently.It sounds very sincere, and it's hard to get angry.

After the assembly, the whole class went to the auditorium together.Shen Wenxu failed to find Fu Anyang's figure from the queue, but Ye Jiahe took care on his behalf: "I just heard the class monitor report to the teacher, saying that Fu Anyang went directly to the backstage to prepare a speech."

He clicked his tongue meaningfully, only looking at Shen Wenxu's angle, the vitality and sunshine that he relied on to show others disappeared.

"It's ok, you little darling, you're still the freshman representative."

Shen Wenxu didn't pick up the quibble, and observed that there was a class-based queue all around him, and said thoughtfully, "If I leave the team now and act alone, will it not conform to the image of a normal high school student?"

"The good boy image you planned for yourself before you came here? Yes." Ye Jiahe disagreed. "However, high school students have all kinds of things. You can be the rebellious one. No one can stop you if you really want to go."

There was a hint of agitation in these words, but Shen Wenxu didn't agree.

Since Fu Anyang has become the freshman representative, of course he should also be a good student who abides by discipline.

This seems more suitable.

Ye Jiahe pursed his lips and snorted, and when he looked away from him, he met another gaze not far away, and suddenly showed a bright smile.

The owner of the line of sight blushed when he looked back, and mustered up the courage to invite: "Jiahe, please sit together later?"

"Okay." He agreed without thinking.

"Then Shen—"

"Wow, are you so greedy? It's not enough to have me, do you still want him?"

"No! Because the two of you seem to have a good relationship, I feel...won't you sit together?"

"Us."

He glanced at the person beside him who was distracted, his tone seemed to be joking, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"It's not that good either."

Shen Wenxu was not interested in listening to the flirtatious girl beside him.The freshman representative will usually be ranked very high when speaking. He needs a space where he can move freely and go to the backstage as soon as possible to hand over the speech to Fu Anyang.

But after he was seated according to the class, he realized that the students seemed to be staying here all afternoon until the opening ceremony was over.During the period, there were even senior students standing guard on duty to grasp discipline, and they were not allowed to leave early and sneak around.

It turns out that there are so many rules in school, I thought that as long as I go to school and hand in my homework on time, it will be fine.

Shen Wenxu thought for a while, coughed a few times in a low-key manner, and asked the monitor tentatively, "Can I go to the bathroom?"

"...Why didn't you go just now?"

Seriously and helplessly said, "Come back within 3 minutes."

It works.Shen Wenxu pushed forward: "But I don't know where the bathroom is yet, so it might take a while to find it."

"That's 4 minutes!"

"..."

The volume of this sentence was a little louder, and the students in the surrounding seats looked at them one after another.Shen Wenxu smiled calmly, and got up casually: "Obey, monitor."

His voice was pleasant, and his smiling words were especially gentle and harmless.Xia Yutian turned his head to look left and right, and those eyes looking at the strictness around him were actually a little envious - it seemed that they had automatically replaced "squad leader" with his own name.

The sense of substitution is very strong, and he is already a boyfriend after rounding up.

"It's too much of an advantage to be good-looking. Even talking about things like shit and fart sounds refined and elegant."

Xia Yutian leaned over from the back seat, leaned on the back of her chair and sighed, "Do you feel that it is an honor to go to the toilet and give him toilet paper?"

"Get out." The sixth sense was functioning normally, and Yan Yan only thought that this person would be a troublemaker. "How did he know Yan Yan?"

They looked so familiar when they greeted each other, as if they had known each other for more than a day or two.

"I'm also surprised." Xia Yutian agreed, "Why don't you know?"

Guan Qilu poked her head out from the other side and nodded accordingly.

The four of them went to school together since childhood, and there was almost no gap in each other's lives.If Fu Anyang really has such an acquaintance, there's no reason why they don't know about it: "Could it be a new friend I met while recuperating at home in the first half of the year."

"It's possible." Said rigorously, "Go back and ask him."

**

The new friend who was being discussed is trying to figure out the structure of the building in 4 minutes.

The school auditorium has two floors. The second floor is connected to the opposite art building through a glass corridor. When there are group activities, the preparation rooms on both sides are common.Fu Anyang might be in the waiting room of the auditorium, or in the dressing room of the art building, or even went back to the playground to find his dropped speech.

Unable to judge in a short time, Shen Wenxu can only rely on luck.

There are many people in the auditorium, and if you take two steps, you will be stared at by several senior Feng Jigang. He left the auditorium through the back door on the second floor, and was about to go to the other end of the corridor when he was stopped by the senior sister who passed by and inspected: "Student! You cannot return to class before the opening ceremony is over."

"If you're looking for a bathroom, there's one in the auditorium. How about I take you to the first floor?"

When the words sounded, Shen Wenxu hadn't turned his head, and his eyes flew across the two floors opposite.With a sudden glimpse, the hanging corner of the eye caught the figure by the window on the first floor.

Compared with luck, people think of good words like destiny.

Shen Wenxu was in a happy mood, and when he withdrew his eyes and turned around, he changed his expression, and smiled distressedly at the disciplinary committee member who urged him, with a very embarrassed tone, "There are too many people in the bathroom on the first floor...I'm a little anxious."

"Ah, then, go quickly! Go straight to the bathroom in the art building, which is next to the corridor."

The senior sister was stunned when she saw his appearance clearly, and she blushed, she couldn't bear to be embarrassed. "Come back soon, the ceremony will begin soon."

"Well, I'll be right back."

Shen Wenxu obediently responded, hurriedly walked through the air corridor, and looked back when he walked to the side of the art building.

The inspecting senior sister had no doubt that there was something wrong, and had already entered the auditorium.

He didn't put on any pretense anymore, he took a few steps back and stepped over the railing in a relaxed posture, jumped from the corridor, and walked to the outside of the dressing room window in three or two steps.

Obviously, this is faster than going to each room in the building.

There is a hanging ironing machine in the dressing room, and Fu Anyang was concentrating on ironing the wrinkles of his school uniform jacket when he stuffed it into his schoolbag. When he heard someone knocking on the window, he turned his head and was caught off guard by a smiling face.

"..."

Can't laugh, it's kind of scary to be honest.

The windows were not locked.Shen Wenxu caught his attention symbolically, and pushed open the window on his own: "Stand back."

Fu Anyang didn't have much time to think about whether to lock this suspicious classmate out.The next second, Shen Wenxu raised his long legs and stepped on the window frame, and jumped in boldly.

It landed very lightly, and the strength was controlled steadily and quickly, leaving no footsteps behind.

Fu Anyang's eyes fell on his legs, his thoughts drifted away, and somehow he felt that kicking someone should be very painful.

"You dropped your manuscript, when you just passed by the playground."

He thoughtfully skipped the matter of climbing over the wall, and took out the speech script folded into small squares from the pocket of his school uniform jacket and handed it out, "Here, is this it?"

While handing it out, he saw the same manuscript paper on the table next to him, and Shen Wenxu felt a little disappointed.

It turned out that there was a backup, and it seemed that his affection for sending goose feathers thousands of miles away was not so romantic.

He was the one standing under the wall just now.Only then did Fu Anyang realize: "...Thank you."

Did you come here specifically to deliver the speech?

I didn't expect that during the awkward chat in the classroom, the person is quite kind.Fu Anyang accepted the goose feather he painstakingly sent, feeling as if he owed him a favor, he hesitated whether to say anything more.

At least ask people what their names are.

Fu Anyang made up his mind to have another awkward chat, but before he could open his mouth, the senior sister who was watching the process hurriedly pushed the door in and urged, "Hurry up, my freshman representative! Good guy, you are still here to dress up and you are going to play soon! Coat, hurry up!" Get dressed!"

Fu Anyang only had time to take the coat from the hanger in his hand, when suddenly someone grabbed his wrist and led him stumblingly towards the outside: "...Hey!"

"That's too late!"

"I know! I can run by myself!!"

"..."

There was no need to run, the auditorium was right next to it, and there was still time to walk there.But being pulled, he ran along inexplicably.The jackets were draped over the sleeves of the arms and flew back, bringing out the fanciful and passionate atmosphere, as if they were not rushing to give a speech but took the last train to save the world.

Fu Anyang couldn't understand this classmate who was driving him to take off happily because of a disagreement.

Even though it has nothing to do with him, this person can enjoy getting involved, and he even has the mood to cheer him up backstage: "Don't be nervous."

Fu Anyang put on his coat and tidied up his skirts, feeling a little disgusted with his extra sentence: "I'm not a primary school student."

Actually, I'm not sure.

In my impression, he has experienced such occasions many times since he was a child, and he has become accustomed to a somewhat formulaic numbness, so it stands to reason that he would not be nervous.Fu Anyang silently adjusted his breathing, walked to the podium, and was stopped after two steps.

"Hello, Fu Yanyan."

Fu Anyang turned to look at him, with a clear smile in his eyes.

"come on."

**

The mood on the podium is different from what I expected off the stage.

Fu Anyang's cognition of himself only stays in the short half a year, and earlier memories can only be aroused when similar scenes reappear.

He only remembered that he had given such a speech many times, but only when he actually stood on the stage could he remember and feel the exact mood.

The fingertips that held the speech were slightly damp, and every speech in memory became vivid from this moment.

It turned out to be really tense.It's not like he thought he could solve it by relying on experience. Even if he is used to it, even if he does it very skillfully, he will still feel nervous every time.

Where the eyes met, Fu Anyang stood still behind the microphone, replaced the hundreds of thousands of staring eyes with silent shots in his mind, paused for two seconds, and spoke in a calm tone.

"Dear teachers, dear students, good afternoon, everyone."

He bowed slightly to the audience.

"I am Fu Anyang, a freshman in Class One (1). It is a great honor to stand here and speak as a freshman representative."

Grand applause rang out, and Fu Anyang spoke fluently with a well-practiced smile. When he glanced at the speech, he couldn't help but drift to the side of the stage.

The person who hurriedly came to give him the speech has not left yet, but is being taught by the senior sister, and he is about to be taken back to the class seat halfway through being handsome.

For some reason, Fu Anyang wanted to laugh a little, but he didn't stop speaking during the mental activity, and adjusted his expression in time to continue to be dignified by reading the pauses of the speech.

If you are careless, you forget to install the manuscript, and you don’t have enough time to go back to the playground to find it.If Shen Wenxu didn't show up, the speech he originally planned to bring up would be a blank sheet of paper.

What's on the paper doesn't really matter that much to him.He has a good memory, and even if it is not exaggerated to the extent that he has a photographic memory, it is not difficult to memorize the next speech in advance.

It has always been like this.Holding the manuscript in your hand is more of a decorative function, at least it is more calm than standing upright with your hands pressed against the seam of your trousers, and by the way, you can have a place for your sight that has nowhere to rest.

After completing the task, Fu Anyang didn't go back to his seat in Class [-] to continue watching the opening ceremony, and directly asked the teacher to ask for leave to go home.

After all the ceremonies are over, there will be another class before school ends.His home is close to the suburbs, and it usually takes four to 10 minutes to go there. If he goes back after class, it will take two hours to catch up with the evening rush hour.

It is a pity to waste time on the road when I finally have the opportunity to have dinner with my family.

He has been a trusted and outstanding student since he was in school. He has never been in trouble for his good character and academics, and it doesn't hurt to take a leave of absence once in a while.The teacher didn't make any trouble, and asked the school guard to let him leave the school after a few words of urging.

When he went back early, he didn't ask the driver at home to pick him up. He took a taxi by himself, but he always felt that something was missing. As soon as he drove out of the campus, he asked the driver to turn around and go back to the back gate of the school.

He lost more than just the speech script, but his lines and resume were all sacrificed to the sky.There is no remote wall here, and the surveillance range is farther away. It is estimated that it will not float that far, and it is more likely that it was picked up together with the speech.

But he only received the speech.

Do normal people keep some of their things when they return them?

The kind classmate suddenly becomes very suspicious.