What kind of evil can a puppy have?

Yuan Ye explained that Tianyue really made an appointment the next day, and it was still the same place at the same place. When he went, there was still no one around Song Jingzhou.

He seized his position in time, put the book in his hand squarely on the table, and swept around the people who came behind him and hadn't found their place yet.

As proud as a primary school student showing off his new collection of cards in class at the start of school on Monday.

There was an unopened bag of bread on Song Jingzhou's table. He probably came to the library before eating at noon.

He took off his earphones and asked, "Are you here to review today?"

Yuanye straightened his back, "Yes, study hard and make progress every day."

Song Jingzhou glanced at the desktop over there, and read out the words in the book: "The most complete English CET-[-] vocabulary book in history."

"Senior, did you take the wrong book?"

Yuanye put his index finger on the nail of his thumb and pressed twice, "I applied for the CET-[-] exam in December, so I should review it."

In fact, he couldn't find the textbooks for those elective courses at all, so he could only take a random one to pretend.

Song Jingzhou didn't express any opinion on the fact that he has not passed CET-[-] since he was a junior. He nodded calmly and said with a smile, "I've signed up too, let's work hard together."

Woohoo, he is definitely an angel Samoyed!

How can a puppy have the bad intentions of laughing at others? The puppy just wants to encourage others to work together!

Yuan Ye opened the first vocabulary book with great ambitions, and planned to memorize his vocabulary for two hours seriously, and strive to pass the fourth level with Song Jingzhou this time!

Ideas are good, but his will to learn is barren...

Abandon has just learned to spell, and his eyelids are already twitching.

Last night, Hele played in Lishuang Row until late, and was woken up early this morning by a freshman on the same floor who was having a morning class. He was seriously deprived of sleep.

Originally, Yuan Ye straightened his back, slowly bent down and arched it, then put his hands on the table, and finally lay down on the table.

That weak willpower was still supporting him, making him open his eyes to look at Song Jingzhou from time to time.

The location of the old library was very tight, he and Song Jingzhou were almost arm to arm, shrugged their necks and moved a little to the right, a little closer to Song Jingzhou, if it wasn't for blurred vision, he could almost count his eyelashes.

Song Jingzhou smelled very good, as if he had been sprayed with perfume, and it smelled like fir trees.

The fragrance was fresh and elegant, lingering in his nostrils, urging him to sleep, and finally he couldn't help but close his eyes.

Song Jingzhou's video had been paused for a long time, he turned his face, and Yuan Ye's head was only a punch away, so close that he could feel his breath.

He stretched out his index finger, touching a finger that Yuanye had unintentionally resting on his arm, and pressed it to cover it.

"Yu Ye, long time no see."

He whispered softly, at a volume that only two people could hear, but he was the only one who heard it.

***

One week into November, midterm exam week is finally over.On Friday afternoon, the corridor of the dormitory building can always hear the sound of luggage wheels being dragged across the ground, which is very disturbing.

Le was lying on the bed holding up his mobile phone to play games. He bumped into the position of the peak game yesterday. He was on the fifth floor, and the person who collided with him happened to be on the first floor. Locked Guiguzi in one hand.

He had no choice but to choose a fill mid laner, Diao Chan, and he thought that seeing Yuan Ye playing so many games, he would be able to do it.

Then he played a 1-7-3 record and was criticized by his teammates. After the fight, he was reported for one hand and two credit points were deducted.

He thinks that he can only play one position, and now he will start to practice the mid laner desperately. This game plays Huowu, and his skills are the same as if he had Parkinson.

He was squatting on Xiao Qiao on the left side of the middle grass, just about to go up and kick him, when he heard Yuan Ye shouted loudly from the opposite bed: "Grass!"

One of his hands trembled, another skill was crooked, he was chased and beaten by Xiao Qiao, and almost died tragically under the tower.

Le Zaili pressed the button and went back to the city. He dared not speak of suffering, and asked aggrievedly, "Brother Yuan, what's wrong?"

Yuanye thumped the bed, "Song Jingzhou rejected me!"

Le Zaili was so frightened that he interrupted his return to the city at the last second, "What the hell? You confessed to him? And you were rejected?!"

Yuan Ye pretended to get out of bed and beat him, "I asked him out for dinner tomorrow, but he refused me."

Le patted his chest, "Scared me, did you ask the reason?"

"Ask and he says he's going home, but I feel like it's all an excuse."

Le Zaili lowered his head to play the game again, and said nonchalantly: "Damn! If you want to play it, maybe there is something urgent at home? Isn't he a native of Xiachuan City? It's nothing unusual to go home on weekends."

"Fine……"

But Yuan Ye didn't feel sad for long, and was called home by his mother, who said that he had stewed pig's trotters and asked him to go back to eat.

***

The man who came to pick up Song Jingzhou was a man he had never seen before. He nodded and said to him that he was a new driver hired by Mr. Song, surnamed Liu.

Song Jingzhou didn't say anything, he glanced at the license plate, it was indeed Song Zhoulin's, and got in the car.

When the car was driving halfway, WeChat suddenly rang, and it was Yuan Ye who sent a message.

Song Jingzhou's profile picture is a hand-painted orange cat, and the one in the field is a smiling Samoyed.

[Yuanye: After the exam, do you want to go out for a meal together?I know that there is a new barbecue restaurant on the street opposite the school, called Hibiscus charcoal barbecue, which is very delicious. 】

Song Jingzhou smiled and returned to him.

[Song Jingzhou: Sorry, I'm not free this weekend, I'll make an appointment next time. 】

【Yuan Ye: Ah... what are you doing on weekends? 】

【Song Jingzhou: I need to go home. 】

【Wilderness: [Puppy dog ​​wronged.jpg]】

【Yuan Ye: Alright, then we will make an appointment when you are free. 】

Song Jingzhou clicked on the wilderness information page, clicked on his profile picture, poked the dog's head, and said in a low voice, "You're so stupid."

Hibiscus charcoal barbecue has been open for almost a month, and it is difficult to choose a location for appointments.

When Song Jingzhou arrived home, Song Zhoulin was on the phone in the study.

"...They're all young kids, so it's good to meet and get acquainted with each other..."

Song Jingzhou stood in front of the desk and lowered his head, knowing why Song Zhoulin called him back this time.

Song Zhoulin hung up the phone, his face changed in an instant, and he said solemnly: "The company is negotiating a project worth tens of millions with Shengyuan, and your Uncle Chen is the person in charge of the Shengyuan project. He has a daughter named Chen Yuran, who lives in high school and You are from a school, go see her tomorrow."

Song Jingzhou's voice could not hear any ups and downs: "Got it."

The meeting place was Linding, Songzhou. It was in a coffee shop on the first floor of a shopping mall. It was about 10:30 in the morning, and Song Jingzhou went there half an hour earlier.

He had some impressions of Chen Yuran, who was in the class next door in high school, who handed him a love letter during his sophomore year, but he rejected it.

He originally thought that Chen Yuran would be uncomfortable seeing him, but she was quite cheerful and lively, she stepped on her feet and drank a large glass of water as soon as she came.

She tried to calm her breath, "I'm sorry, it's late to go out, and the road is a bit congested."

Song Jingzhou smiled lightly: "It's okay, Miss Chen is not late."

Chen Yuran's makeup is very delicate, and it can be seen that she has lost her mind on her outfit. It is probably because she spent too much time on these things that she is in such a hurry.

The two ordered meals, Chen Yuran only ordered a cup of coffee, and Song Jingzhou ordered a vegetable and fruit sandwich for her.

"Breakfast is very important." Song Jingzhou said.

Chen Yuran instantly relaxed, smiled, and said, "You are still the same as before, very considerate of others."

Song Jingzhou smiled and said nothing.

After Chen Yuran relaxed, he told him a lot of interesting stories about high school. The teacher of Class 8 farted loudly during the public class. The more he talked, the more emotional he became.

She sighed: "Alas... When I was in high school, I wondered why it took three years to graduate, but after I graduated, I felt that everything was just a blink of an eye."

Song Jingzhou squeezed the cup tightly, with a calm expression on his face, "...it's like this."

Chen Yuran suddenly remembered something, and asked him curiously: "I always thought you were transferred to the city's third middle school in the second year of high school, but I heard from my dad that you went to the third middle school in the normal junior high school. Why haven't I seen you in the first year of high school?" You?"

"I'm not in school in the first year of high school." Song Jingzhou took a sip of pure black coffee, and the sourness and bitterness spread in his mouth.

"Huh? Why? What happened?"

Song Jingzhou was stunned for a moment, put down his coffee cup, and said, "Nothing happened, it's just that I couldn't keep up with the class, and my dad arranged a private tutor for me."

Chen Yuran was surprised: "Wow... But the curriculum of senior one in No. [-] City Middle School is really too deep, but I didn't expect that even you can't keep up with it."

"Song Jingzhou!"

A voice full of joy broke in suddenly.

Not far away from the door of the coffee shop, a boy with yellow hair and prickly hair happily waved to him, holding a plastic bag containing things in his left hand.

Yuanye really didn't expect that he would meet Song Jingzhou when he went out to buy a bottle of soy sauce for his mother.

This is fate!

Regardless of the surprised gazes of other people in the store, he went straight to Song Jingzhou and sat down beside him naturally, but still carried the bag of soy sauce in his hand.

He glanced at the girl opposite, and asked Song Jingzhou, "Your girlfriend?"

The girl's reaction was bigger than Song Jingzhou's, and she quickly waved her hands and said, "No, no, I'm just a high school classmate."

Yuanye let out an "oh", seeing that the girl was afraid of him, he stretched out his hand maliciously, "Hello, my name is Yuanye, and I also went to No. [-] Middle School in the city, but I am two years older than you, so you may not know me."

Chen Yuran tremblingly stretched out his hand to hold him lightly for a moment, and then let go, "You, hello, I'm Chen Yuran. I know, know you, and you are quite famous in Shi San Middle School."

"Really..." Yuan Ye laughed, seeing what Chen Yuran wanted to say, fearing that she would say something terrible, he frowned and gave her a hard look.

With just one glance, Chen Yuran frightened her into silence, and turned her gaze to Song Jingzhou as if asking for help.

Song Jingzhou looked down at the bag in Yuan Ye's hand, and asked, "Are you out shopping?"

Yuan Ye understood, got up and said: "Well, I saw you outside, so I came in to say hello. You continue, and I won't bother you."

Chen Yuran followed Yuan Ye's back all the time, and only after seeing him disappearing from the coffee shop did he ask with lingering fear: "How did you and Yuan Ye know each other?"

"He's at the same school as me."

"Wow, someone like him can be admitted to Xiachuan University?" Chen Yuran said subconsciously.

After finishing speaking, he realized that he had said the wrong thing, and cautiously raised his head to look at Song Jingzhou, and was startled by the other party's dark face.

The air pressure around Song Jingzhou was very low, the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, and his face was frosty, as if he had been talking for a long time, he finally spoke.

"The wilderness is very nice."