Five years simulation three years first

Roommate Song Hai licked Li Guohao's arm: "Did you know that the Model Union for College Students in City B will be held in our school this year?"

Li Guohao responded vaguely, took off his sweat-soaked sportswear and threw it into the washing machine beside him.

"There's F." Song Hai followed behind him and said persistently, "F Daquan is a beautiful woman, why don't you be more excited?"

Li Guohao smiled, but didn't answer.

Song Hai pretended to sigh deeply: "Although our department also has many beauties, it is not at the same level as F University, you know? Cheng Mingyue from our class, she—"

"Okay," Li Guohao interrupted him with a frown, "don't say that about my little girl."

Song Hai's eyes widened: "Huh? Didn't you reject her confession? Why are you still helping her? This is playing hard to get? Good guy, good guy, I'm just a good guy!"

Li Guohao frowned, thinking about how to explain to him that he had no such intentions, but after thinking about it for a while, he suddenly realized that it was a waste of time to seriously communicate with this kind of person.

After all, some contemporary male college students are ordinary and confident. They feel that women all over the world look up to them when they walk on the road.

Ah, girl, I admit that your carefulness has already attracted my attention.jpg

Li Guohao leaned against the washing machine and took out his mobile phone, when a new message popped up on the lock screen.

[Lu]: I will go to your school on weekends, what should I bring?

His heart moved, the expression on his face softened, and he typed a line with a smile: "Just bring yourself."

But just after I typed it, I calmed down, deleted it and replaced it with another sentence: "Bring a grade-[-] exercise book."

Song Hai fiddled with the phone for a while, then suddenly asked him: "Old Li, what do you think of Cheng Mingyue's best friend?"

Li Guohao raised his head in a daze: "Huh?"

"I mean Cheng Mingyue's best friend," Song Hai coughed lightly, "That, that very promising sister, I always feel that she has a crush on me."

...You don't call it feeling, that's called imagination.

Li Guohao took a deep breath, and really didn't want to have such a fruitless conversation with him: "I don't think people will take a fancy to you."

"Eh--?"

As expected, Song Hai became a little displeased: "I have such good conditions, how can you look down on me?"

...The little girl's parents are high-level intellectuals, can they see you?

Li Guohao knew that this kind of person would never recognize his shortcomings no matter what, so he didn't explain to him at all, shook his head and went out of the laundry room first.

If he hadn't met those god-like characters in high school, he thought as he walked, he probably would have become a person with high eyesight and low hands who felt good about himself.

He couldn't help but compare those few people with the new people he met, but he found that Tai Mei, who felt a little ostentatious at first, was just right, neither arrogant nor impetuous, absolutely low-key when he should be low-key, never like these people Also keep talking about those credits and honors.

Probably the atmosphere in the second class of the high school experiment is too good.

Just as he was thinking, another message popped up on WeChat.

[Lu]: Yo, have you started to love learning?

Li Guohao smiled, and a warm feeling rose in his chest: "My lord, don't you know best whether I love studying?"

***

MUN is a large-scale event jointly organized by associations of several colleges and universities, and this year it is their turn to be the host of University T.Because the scale is indeed not small, it attracted a considerable number of students to join in the fun.

When Li Guohao and Song Hai, who felt quite good about himself, came to the venue together, the seats in the front row were almost taken up.The students were crowded together, and they couldn't see clearly if they sat in the back row.

Song Hai's words contained a bit of complaint: "You see, I said it early, right? How can I see my beautiful sister clearly?"

Li Guohao didn't care about the "beautiful sister" in his words, he glanced at the phone calmly and led the people straight to the front row.

Song Hai didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, so he followed in confusion, only to see three empty seats in the front row.

A boy wearing glasses was sitting next to him, looking down at the textbooks spread out on his knees. When he heard someone coming, he looked up and smiled at Li Guohao.

Li Guohao also smiled at him, and forced him to stand up to hug him.

Song Hai was a little surprised.

Although he and Li Guohao are not good friends, at most they are friends, but this is also the first time that he has such a close relationship with a person.

Li Guohao introduced him: "This is Feng Zhou, my high school classmate."

The boy named Feng Zhou has fair skin, and he has a noble temperament for no reason. In Song Hai's eyes, he can be regarded as the "little boy" type.He felt that he was being overwhelmed by someone for no reason, and held out his hand with a little vanity: "Hi Feng Zhou, I'm Song Hai, a friend of Lao Li, with a score of 622 in the college entrance examination."

Feng Zhou raised his eyebrows in surprise, and shook hands with him politely.

Li Guohao was overwhelmed by Song Hai's coquettish operation, and just as he was seated, a message popped up on WeChat.

[Zeno's Tortoise]: Is reporting college entrance examination scores face to face a tradition in your school?

Li Guohao smiled awkwardly, and felt that it was lucky that Song Hai met Feng Zhou. If it was Yu Shaochun, he would probably be treated like a grandson by yin and yang.

After Song Hai sat down, he looked left and right for a while, and asked, "Is there anyone else coming?"

Feng Zhou tilted his head and looked at him with interest, and said lightly, "It's gone."

"Then why is there an empty seat?" Song Hai asked, "If there is no one, I will call..."

Feng Zhou interrupted him: "It's for a friend."

"Didn't it mean that no one came?"

Song Hai was dazed by him, adding to his annoyance.

"I heard that my classmates are going to participate in this formal MUN activity," Feng Zhou said slowly, "A certain civil engineering student overseas cried and asked me to reserve a seat for him, saying that it was as good as seeing him." people, the father loves them forever."

Li Guohao couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud: "Mr. Yu is still the same."

Feng Zhou's indifferent brows and eyes were tinged with a smile: "Yes, the same."

The two did not speak in tacit agreement, but Song Hai felt that he couldn't see through this Feng Zhou who had just popped up. After scratching his heart for a while, he asked Li Guohao quietly: "Do you know that friend of his?"

"I know," Li Guohao said, "we all belong to the same class in high school."

"That......"

Song Hai rolled his eyes: "Which school abroad? How many points in the college entrance examination? Did you go abroad because you didn't do well in the exam?"

Li Guohao was not angry either, and smiled with a good temper: "Imperial Institute of Technology."

Song Hai's eyes widened like a ghost, and he sat stiff in his seat for a long while without recovering.Li Guohao didn't bother to pay attention to him, and concentrated on watching the stage not far away.

Holding a stack of A4 papers, Lu Xiaonan slowly sat down in front of the nameplate with "Russia" written on it.

The little girls in high school were locked in sportswear with long sleeves and trousers, and they only had three colors of blue, black and white all year round.Now that I am in college, I don’t have to stick to those two sets of winter and summer clothes anymore. The girl’s figure is tall and straight, growing suddenly like a jointed bamboo, and breaking into the sight of the old people dazzlingly.

Her hair was pulled up in a bun, she had light makeup on her face, and she was wearing a suit, looking dignified and elegant.

Li Guohao looked a little absent-minded, and only recovered after being poked by Song Hai.

"Which one are you looking at?" Song Hai said, "Your eyes are straight."

Without waiting for Li Guohao to answer, he continued on his own: "I think the girl who speaks Russian is pretty good."

Tai Mei also came out of the backstage in a suit and stood in front of the Russian representative's seat, just blocking Lu Xiaonan.

Li Guohao lowered his voice: "Indeed, I also think she is very good."

Song Hai pretended to be surprised: "Oh, Lao Li has finally enlightened?"

Li Guohao smiled. Just as he was about to speak, Feng Zhou said slowly by his side: "Student Song, you can speak so well, why don't you go up and say a few words?"

Song Hai was educated by his name and surname, with a bit of sullen expression on his face, he angrily threw himself into the seat.

Li Guohao didn't care about his petty emotions, and stared at the stage intently.

Lu Xiaonan studied Russian in F major.

He also quietly opened the video website when no one knew about it, and followed the teacher to learn to read Russian words word by word, hoping that in the future when the two of them chatted, he would come up with a word and be praised by the little girl.

Now it seems that I am indeed too superficial.

The person on the stage spoke either English or Russian, not a word of Chinese.There is no difficulty in understanding the speeches of the representatives on the table of the representatives.And the audience below can only rely on the translation on the big screen, and occasionally it will be a little difficult.

He looked at the shining girl from afar, feeling both joy and sadness in his heart.

I am happy because I have witnessed the whole youthful appearance of such an outstanding person, but I am sad because I seem to be unable to catch up no matter how hard I try to catch up.

It's like at the end of the last semester of the second year of high school, a group of dark horses broke into the top ten of the school, and she pretended to be in the top 60 by herself.

In the past, they were only [-] people behind, but now they are half the distance of the venue.

What about the future?How much worse will the future be?

He was distracted and wandered wildly. When he came back to his senses, Lu Xiaonan finished his final statement and bowed deeply.Flashlights shone on her, making her stand out from the front of the venue.

Li Guohao sighed, his heart fluttered for no apparent reason.

Feng Zhou seemed to be aware of his surprise, thought for a while, and said softly: "Tai Mei said that we can have a gathering at night."

Li Guohao turned his face sideways, a little confused.

"I told Squad Leader Lu to gather outside Gate T at seven o'clock," Feng Zhou narrowed his eyes and smiled, "but Tai Mei said that we can arrive at 07:30."

"Eh?"

Li Guohao stared at him blankly.

"Chasing after you if you want, it's been three years," Feng Zhou said softly, "Cough...I didn't say it, Yu Shaochun asked me to convey it."

Li Guohao blushed suddenly: "When did you know?"

Feng Zhou frowned and thought for a moment: "Probably the second half of the second semester of senior high school."

The audience at the venue had already started to walk out of the door slowly. In the flood of the crowd, he saw the girl standing on tiptoe looking at the crowd, as if she was looking for something.

Li Guohao had a momentary impulse.

He suddenly wanted to shout her name to let everyone in the world know that he had hidden his love for three years.

But he finally held back.

"Thank you, Feng Xueba." Li Guohao said solemnly.

Feng Zhou seemed to have been sitting for too long, and there was a hint of tiredness between his brows: "I'll teach you one more thing. If you succeed in confessing your love, tell her."

He collected himself, and said with a bit of piety: "Kochamcie, it means 'I love you' in Polish."

For some reason, Li Guohao heard a bit of tenderness from these words.

He hastily thanked Feng Zhou, and in the midst of Song Hai's shouts, he desperately went upstream from the crowd, as if he could catch the dying youth as long as he was faster, and faster.

Feng Zhou looked at his back, bowed his head and typed: "He went to confess his love."

He thought for a while, and then said, "Do you think he will succeed?"

The person on the opposite side sent a voice, Feng Zhou put on his earphones, and the boy's lazy voice rang in his ears:

"It will definitely succeed. My intuition has always been accurate."

Feng Zhou collected the voice calmly, and asked, "For example?"

"For example, I thought my confession to you would be successful," the man said boldly, confident as always, "so I confessed to you, so it succeeded in the end. Is this true? Boyfriend?"

The author has something to say: Tomorrow the last chapter is extra