Be at the same table with the rumored boss

Su Mianyang didn't plan to check the score that night, he went to bed early, but in the middle of the night, he was dragged out of bed by the excited Su and Gu.

The total score column of the query result on the computer screen was 583 brightly. Before Su Mianyang squinted his eyes to see the details of the score, the excited Song Zhichun shook his shoulders and almost passed out.

The screaming in the middle of the night caused neighbors to knock on the door, but Song Zhichun hugged the neighbor who came to question him, and opened his mouth: "My son has passed the college entrance examination hahaha, he is no worse than your son!"

Su Mianyang covered his face.

This score was a little higher than expected, and Su Mianyang finally chose the police academy after much deliberation.

With a score more than 20 points higher than the admission line of the police academy, Su Mianyang successfully entered the ace major of the police academy with as much as one point.

Police was his first dream job when he was a child, and he still doesn’t hate it until now. Su Mianyang said in front of others that it was all due to his interest, but he knew another reason for choosing the school in his heart.

Xiao Lang wanted to be a doctor, and he wanted to be a policeman. The two of them, one protecting the family and the other defending the country, were a perfect match.

When the police academy notice was mailed, Su Mianyang couldn't help feeling a little emotional. He didn't expect that after so long, he still chose the one he liked the most after going around.

After the college entrance examination, it was a three-month summer vacation without any homework. Su Mianyang had no sense of belonging to the class of the third year of high school. Just when Jiang Yu sent a message asking if he wanted to come to the party of the old class, he thought about it and went.

This is the first time that Su Mianyang sees his former classmates again after leaving the second year of high school. The strangeness and deep familiarity are intertwined, making him feel as if he has passed away.

This is the last chance for many people to muster up the courage to confess. After graduation, there will be many places in the world. Some people return home, some people want to study abroad, and some people go to distant cities to study and work. It is difficult to have a whole class report like this , For them, it may be the last meeting in this life.

The atmosphere was sensational, several people had already confessed their love to Qian Haitang in the corner, and Qian Haitang refused one after another.

The few boys didn't seem to have any hope, and they were still smiling and drinking after being rejected, as if the confession just now was just a process of saying goodbye to their youth.

There was no one on Su Mianyang's right, and Zhang Haichao and others on his left. The long separation made him no longer understand the situation of the original class. He didn't talk much, and most of the time he just quietly listened to other people's bragging and nonsense.

Until someone sat on his right.

Su Mianyang felt it when the shadow came over. The bold guess in his heart made his breathing rate a few beats faster, and he turned his head only after making all the mental preparations.

The expected person did not appear, and sitting next to her was a girl with a round face and big eyes.

Su Mianyang was very disappointed, but since he turned his head away, he didn't want to embarrass the girl, so he lifted the kettle on the table and said, "Pour a glass of water?"

The girl pushed the teacup in front of her forward, and she smiled and said, "Thank you."

The conversation that was originally thought to end here did not end as Su Mianyang expected. The short-haired girl asked him a word from time to time, and Su Mianyang replied politely even though he felt cramped.

Until the end, the girl didn't wait for Su Mianyang to take the initiative. She was no longer the little girl who blushed and stammered when she saw someone she liked, and knew that there were some things that needed to take the initiative.

"What do you... think of me?"

As soon as these words came out, Su Mianyang probably understood the girl's intentions. He smiled and said, "Very beautiful. She is two different types of beauty from my partner. He was all on the honor roll before. You should have seen him."

The girl's expression froze for a moment, she quickly adjusted her state, brushed the broken hair next to her ear and said, "So you... have already talked about a girlfriend, and I didn't even know it."

"Sorry to correct you," Su Mianyang said, "It's a boyfriend."

The girl's eyes widened.

After sitting for a while, the girl who felt embarrassed found an excuse and left.

Seeing the people he brought leave the table, Jiang Yu called Su Mianyang across two seats, "Don't you like it?"

After a pause for a few seconds, he asked again: "Is the old relationship unforgettable?"

Su Mianyang raised her eyebrows, "You know again?"

"I wasn't sure at first," Jiang Yu said with a smile, "I'll know after seeing your senior year in high school."

Senior year status?

Su Mianyang was rarely lost in thought.

In fact, the third year of high school has just passed, and the final test papers in the bedroom are still spread on the desk, but now that he is at the entrance banquet, he suddenly feels that he is far, far away from the third year of high school.

It seems that those who want to forget and don't want to forget have been separated for the whole high school years, and they are no longer within reach.

He hadn't seen Xiao Lang for so long that Su Mianyang even began to wonder if there was such a transfer student at the end of the last semester of the second year of high school, and whether they really had a relationship.

He was even a little unsure whether this person Xiao Lang really existed?

Just as she was about to speak, Zhu Yanyan, who was sitting next to Jiang Yu, tugged at his cuff, and nunuzui pointed to a dish that she couldn't reach.

Without saying a word, Jiang Yu immediately moved Zhu Yanyan with his chopsticks.The two looked at each other and smiled, understanding each other's meaning without saying anything.

Zhang Haichao who was next to him immediately booed, urging Liu Xiaodao to shout "kiss each other" along with him.

Su Mianyang looked away.

At this time, someone sat in the original place of the round-faced girl, and the visitor changed a new set of tableware and poured a cup of tea on his own, sitting next to Su Mianyang, but he didn't mean to say hello at all.

Su Mianyang turned around and saw Zhou Wenhao.

"You're here too?" Su Mianyang greeted. It's not too surprising that this person came. Zhou Wenhao and him were admitted to the experimental class together in the third year of high school. The relationship between the two is neither good nor bad. What is the intersection.

The only thing that he didn't expect was that he would usually choose to come to the reunion of classmates from his old class when he usually looked at Xueba with no emotion at all.

"Hmm." Zhou Wenhao responded in a low spirited manner.

"Which school did you go to?" Su Mianyang asked, "I didn't see it on the honor roll."

The Honor Roll is a practice of No. [-] Middle School. It selects the top scores of the school's annual college entrance examination and the admitted schools to post them for commendation, so as to promote the school's level.

Su Mianyang didn't know this at first, but Zhang Haichao insisted on taking him back to school to watch during the holidays. He looked at each name one by one, and unexpectedly found that Zhou Wenhao was not there.

"I'm repeating it." Zhou Wenhao's tone didn't fluctuate at all, as if he was just talking about an extremely ordinary thing.

Su Mianyang was stunned for a while, and the topic of the conversation was basically dead, but he didn't want to end in such an embarrassing way, so he bit the bullet and asked more: "The grades are not satisfactory?"

"605, but I want to go to University A," Zhou Wenhao said, "After thinking about it, I still feel that I can't make myself regret it, so I repeat it."

Su Mianyang didn't know what else to say, he raised his teacup, "Then I would like to congratulate the outstanding students of our University A in advance."

Zhou Wenhao gave a rare smile, and touched Su Mianyang with a teacup.

In the middle of the dinner, someone suggested to play truth or dare. This is a link that many people are looking forward to. First, you can test out the thoughts of the person you like without embarrassment, and second, you can drink alcohol justifiably.

The minority obeys the majority, and everyone starts rolling the dice on WeChat.

After a few laps, Su Mianyang was fine, but Zhou Wenhao beside him had already had two glasses of wine.

Noticing Zhou Wenhao's blushing abnormally, Su Mianyang secretly tugged at the corner of his clothes, "Are you allergic to alcohol? Stop drinking."

Zhou Wenhao pushed Su Mianyang's hand away, "It's okay, a family member will pick me up later."

The person concerned had said so, so Su Mianyang had no choice but to let him go.

At the end of the banquet, the students left one after another. After rejecting Zhang Haichao's invitation to open the Internet cafe, Su Mianyang helped Jiang Yu clean up the mess, and continued to pay attention to Zhou Wenhao, who was delirious after only two glasses of wine.

He originally thought that Zhou Wenhao was talking nonsense, and thought that he might as well send the Buddha to the west, but Su Mianyang was just about to help him up when someone behind him grabbed the drunk Zhou Wenhao first.

Su Mianyang looked sideways, thinking that this is also an acquaintance.

"Brother, I'll take you home." After greeting Su Mianyang politely, Ji Dongtian held Zhou Wenhao firmly.

Before leaving the table, Zhou Wenhao looked at Su Mianyang and said vaguely, "Look, the family members are here."

Unexpectedly, the lonely person was actually himself.

Su Mianyang was a little absent-minded when walking alone on the road, he observed everyone passing by him.

I didn't think there was anything before, but after being stimulated today, I realized that most of the people who walked on this road were lovers.They held hands, talked and laughed, enjoying their own love in midsummer.

Maybe it was because of the alcohol, Su Mianyang felt a little hot in his body, he fanned the wind casually, and suddenly heard the notification sound that Penguin paid special attention to incoming news.

This special ringtone made him subconsciously touch the phone in his pocket. Su Mianyang's hand stayed in his pocket, and he watched the girl next to him excitedly turn on the phone to reply to the message.

It's not that he doesn't know what the truth should be, it's just that he has such a subconscious action when he hears the bell.

Su Mianyang thought that after such a long separation, he had already gotten used to being alone.

But when he was walking on the road and heard the ringtone of a passerby's mobile phone ringing, and his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up, he understood that the love rooted in his heart still existed quietly.There is no need for any other irrefutable evidence, just such a trivial matter has already sealed his mouth.

He was speechless, and there was no one around him who he could tell he liked.

Su Mianyang was still a little unresponsive when the phone vibrated. He hesitated for a few seconds and took out the phone from his pocket.

The caller ID was something he had never seen before. Su Mianyang was not willing to answer this kind of call at first, but he got rid of this habit after falling in love.

In case Xiao Lang, who has changed his mobile phone number one day, thinks of him, in case Xiao Lang calls him with someone else's number, he cannot fail to answer it.

Su Mianyang connected the phone, but the person on the other side did not respond for a long time. He thought that someone might have made a wrong call, so he said hesitantly: "Hello? Hello."

There was still a long silence on the phone.

"Hello? Did you dial the wrong number?" Su Mianyang asked, "Can you hear me?"

His response was still silence.

Su Mianyang's eyebrows jumped suddenly.

Blessed to the heart, his tone was incredible, and he asked tentatively: "Xiao Lang...is that you?"

The phone was hung up.

Overripe grapes fell all over the ground, and sparrows were chirping on the branches.

Su Mianyang felt empty in his heart.

This is just a simple phone call, and the person on the other end of the call may be a prank stranger.

Su Mianyang comforted himself in this way.

But he was still very sad, for the failure of hope again and how many times in the future.