I made the object green after respawn

Lu Meng didn't tell Yu Qingfeng and the others about being with Wen Jiu, it wasn't that she wanted to hide it deliberately, she really didn't know where to start.

Wen Jiu had a quarrel because of this, and it took Lu Meng a long time to coax him.

After the communication, the two of them communicated entirely by mobile phone for the time being. They were separated by a distance of about one meter, but they suddenly became a long-distance relationship.

The winter vacation is coming soon, and the atmosphere in the class is also lively, like a carnival before the holiday, everyone changes seats at random, there is a lot of noise, even a group playing cards, just like a class party scene.

Lu Meng also took this opportunity to inadvertently move to sit next to Wen Jiu.

As soon as the person sat down, his hand was completely wrapped under the table. Lu Meng turned his head and smiled at Wen Jiu, then naturally opened his hand and clasped his fingers tightly with her.

Both of them were lying on the table, looking at each other, as if no matter how noisy the surrounding environment was, they had nothing to do with them, only each other was left in their eyes.

"Your hands are so hot." Lu Meng said silently with her mouth.

Wen Jiu also lip-synced and replied, "You only know."

After speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled.

With Wen Jiu, Lu Meng always feels like an old cow eating tender grass. After all, she is 22 years old now, but when she really gets along, it seems that Wen Jiu is a little more mature than her. She can clearly feel that she is being taken care of. The feeling of being cared for.

It may be that the previous relationship was too bad, she never realized that falling in love is such a beautiful thing.

There is no suspicion, no worries about gains and losses, and all eyes are on the other party.

"Is Lu Meng there?"

Lao Meng's voice suddenly came from the door, and just as Lu Meng was about to turn his head to respond, Wen Jiu pulled the hand hidden under the table.

Lao Meng stood at the door and looked around. The tall books on the table blocked Lu Meng who was lying down. He searched around but couldn't find anyone there.

He looked at Yu Qingfeng again: "Is the squad leader there?"

Yu Qingfeng flicked back: "What's wrong, old class."

"It's not a big deal," Lao Meng said, "It's fine if she's not here, you and Jiang Qianqian come to my office and bring over the winter homework and send it to everyone."

After hearing this, the others lost interest in playing in an instant, and they all wailed, "No, old class!"

When the winter vacation homework was sent to everyone's desk, everyone had a mask of pain on their faces.

Although it is not very thick, there are seven copies in total.

"No, there are seven more books to be written?"

"Who can write this? I can only write sets for this mathematics!"

"Why are physics and history still separate books? Shouldn't they be combined like political chemistry and biogeography?!"

There was a lot of wailing, in stark contrast to the joy just now.

"Hey! There is an answer later!"

I don't know who yelled, and everyone turned over the winter vacation homework to the end.

"Really, there are, every one of them!"

"Great, there are still two days off, I must finish writing all these before these two days, have a happy holiday!"

"Does anyone of you want to write for you, five yuan for a book!"

The atmosphere turned again in an instant, and everyone took out pens that hadn't been used a few times, and began to write vigorously.

The rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper was mixed with a few shouts of "businessman".

This situation made Lu Meng unable to hold back a slight smile.

Re-experiencing some things will bring people different feelings, two experiences, different moods.

Once upon a time she, like the rest of the class, had been caught up in the ups and downs of this mood.

Now she has become a spectator, and she just feels that these things are pulling her back, back to her original appearance.

Whether she is 22 or 17, she is just Lu Meng, past, present and future.

"What are you laughing at?" Wen Jiu looked at her and asked in confusion.

"It's nothing," Lu Meng said, "I'm happy, I have the answer."

Her homework was placed on her own desk by Yu Qingfeng, and she took Wen Jiu's math homework and flipped through it casually.

Sure enough, she can only do some gatherings.

"You want to copy too?"

Lu Meng glanced at Wen Jiu up and down: "What, breaking the law?"

Before Wen Jiu could speak, he continued: "If you don't copy Lao Meng, you will only receive a bunch of blank notebooks, which is no different from sending them out. Otherwise, why do you think the answers haven't been torn up?"

Wen Jiu glanced at her and said nothing.

Change doesn't happen overnight, it needs to be done slowly. She can see what Lu Meng is doing this semester, and it is definitely impossible for her to do it by herself.

Lu Meng has her self-esteem, she has to think about how to tell her about it.

She stayed in the thirteenth middle school, naturally hoping that Lu Meng could be admitted to the same university as her.

The "study" atmosphere in the class in the past two days was particularly strong, because the exam had ended two days ago, so everyone was either copying homework or on the way to copy homework.

Except for Wen Jiu, of course.

Because Lu Meng also joined the homework copying team, now he basically doesn't go to Wen Jiu's seat to sit quietly, and even communicates with the mobile phone much less than before.

Here she was copying intently, but the mobile phone beside her started beeping non-stop.

"Xiaomeng, why don't you take a look, I think that person seems to be in a hurry."

Yu Qingfeng finally couldn't take it anymore, and pushed her with his elbow.

After copying the math problem in hand, Lu Meng frowned and took the phone.

When he saw that the message was from Wen Jiu, he immediately put away his impatient expression.

- Come to the rooftop.

Only this sentence is useful, and the rest are all kinds of expressions used to urge her to read the news.

Lu Meng turned around and took a look, Wen Jiu was no longer in her seat.

While thinking about when Wen Jiu went out, she put down her pen and walked out of the classroom door.

When I walked to the second floor, I happened to meet Zhang Siliang who came out of the toilet.

After that incident, Lu Meng blocked all her contact information, and pretended not to see her when she saw it on the road.

It was the same this time, just as Zhang Siliang was about to speak, Lu Meng skipped it, stepped up the steps, and walked past her quickly.

"When did you come up?" Lu Meng asked while walking towards Wen Jiu.

Wen Jiu took a cigarette and handed it over: "Just come up."

"Aren't you going too far?" She said while lighting a cigarette for Lu Meng: "We just fell in love, and it's winter vacation soon, you don't hurry up to get along with me, why are you buried with homework all day long?" Something happened."

"Then you also said that the holiday is coming soon. Who would be interested in doing homework during the holiday? Of course, it would be better to finish all the work at school."

Lu Meng took a puff of cigarette and added: "You think everyone really loves learning just like you, let me tell you, Yu Qingfeng, you know, she loves learning, but guess what, she insists I made two pages of paper with my scalp, and now I have joined the team of copying homework."

Seeing what she said vividly, Wen Jiu smiled, and didn't continue the topic.

When Lu Meng finally finished smoking, she stepped forward and hugged her gently.

Lu Meng was taken aback by her sudden action, and subconsciously looked around.

Wen Jiu was a little taller than her, and with such a hug, her face was just buried in the hollow of her neck.

Wen Jiu also deliberately opened the coat, wrapping her whole body in her clothes.

Without the partition of clothes, Lu Meng could feel Wen Jiu's body temperature more clearly.

She didn't know whether it was Wen Jiu's body heat or she was too shy, but after a while she felt the temperature on her face rise.

"What's the matter?" Lu Meng asked softly.

"It's okay, I want to hug you," Wen Jiu closed her eyes slightly: "Obviously I can touch you as soon as I reach out, but I can only watch from a distance every day."

After a while, she asked again: "When are you going to tell them, I really suffer from suffocation every day."

Wen Jiu originally thought that as long as Lu Meng agreed to be with her, it would be fine, but after they were really together, she felt that it was really uncomfortable to be so invisible every day.

Lu Meng stretched out her arms and hugged Wen Jiu's back: "I don't know where to start, it's sudden, otherwise when the next semester starts, we will say that we are together during the winter vacation, and the vacation is coming soon anyway. "

"it is good."

Wen Jiu didn't want to force Lu Meng, she just wanted to express, after all, when two people are together, it's better to speak up.

"By the way, tomorrow is a holiday, when are you going home?" Lu Meng asked.

"The day after tomorrow. I haven't been back recently. My mother told me to go back early. What about you?" Wen Jiu said.

Lu Meng hesitated for a second: "Ah, I guess I will stay in school for a few days."

Her parents and younger brother are away from home, and if she goes home, she will be alone, no different from staying in the dormitory.

"How long are you going to stay in the dormitory?" Wen Jiu asked.

Lu Meng thought for a while: "I don't know either, let's talk about it when I want to go home."

Wen Jiu didn't know the specific situation of Lu Meng's family, but what she said last time should be that the relationship with the family was not very good.

But if she didn't say anything, Wen Jiu wouldn't take the initiative to ask.

But she was really worried that Lu Meng was here alone, so she thought about it and said, "Otherwise, why don't you go back with me?"

"Huh?" Lu Meng raised her head slightly in front of her chest, but she was wrapped in clothes and didn't see Wen Jiu's face, so she could only bury it back in her neck again: "What did you say?"

"I said, come home with me."

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Oh, I have to meet my parents