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Song Boyang was a little shocked, "Have we met?"

Suddenly remembered the photo of Zhou Chiyu in the book, and began to guess wildly, "Did we receive the certificate together?"

The other party's reaction can be said to be expected. Zhou Chiyu couldn't tell his mood for a while, because he had expected the result, and even the disappointment became very light.

"No. You probably don't remember." Zhou Chiyu said as he walked, "Not long after the first year of high school, you blocked a ball for me on the basketball court."

The solemn and predestined opening of the story is described in a straightforward and concise manner.

I have to admit that the language is sometimes pale and powerless, so Zhou Chiyu’s narration of this memory has become lackluster. Compared with other ordinary days, it seems that there is no big difference, but it carries weighed the weight of a diary.

Song Boyang racked his brains and thought for a while, "Sorry, I really forgot."

"I knew you wouldn't remember." There was no blame, but a helpless tone. Zhou Chiyu didn't continue this topic. The door of the cafeteria came into view just at the right time. He looked up at Song Boyang, "The first floor is still Second floor?"

"Let's go to the first floor." Song Boyang thought for a while, "I have to help Fang Wenze bring food."

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Bringing the food to Fang Wenze's seat on the fifth floor, Song Boyang put Fang Wenze's campus card on the other side's desk.

Zhou Chiyu had to go home for an afternoon nap, so he didn't come up with Song Boyang.

"thanks, thanks!"

Fang Wenze picked up the campus card, but pushed it onto Song Boyang's desk again, "Leave the card with you, and I will ask you to help bring meals at night, and I will trouble you in the future!"

Song Boyang thought about it, but he still accepted it, and then said: "The campus card is bound to the system, you can go to the software to check the specific expenses when you get home."

Fang Wenze nodded, "I know, I believe you."

Song Boyang was about to leave when footsteps suddenly sounded behind him.

It was the sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the concrete floor. Most of the people in the classroom had already dispersed. There was no noisy conversation, and the sound of rattling came to the ears very clearly.

Fang Wenze saw Sun Huiyun first, "Teacher Sun."

Sun Huiyun rarely showed an amiable smile on her face, and she was completely different from the serious and serious math teacher on the podium.

"How's the leg?" she asked.

Fang Wenze lowered his eyes and narrowed his eyes, "After a month of training, the plaster cast can be removed."

"Yeah." Sun Huiyun nodded, "You have a good rest."

"I came here to tell you that the amphitheater for the competition class is too far away, and you have to go up and down the stairs, which is very inconvenient. I'm worried that you will accidentally bump into it on the way, so you don't want to go."

Song Boyang, who was standing aside, seemed to understand something behind the scenes, so he took another look at Fang Wenze.

Fang Wenze's eyes were inexplicably erratic and flickering, "I see, thank you teacher."

So Sun Huiyun also left.

The gaze that Song Boyang fell on him just now reminded Fang Wenze of many similar gazes, some from this class, some from other classes, but they also contained the deep meaning of scrutiny and exploration.

I really wanted to explain, but I felt that maybe I was too sensitive, maybe Song Boyang didn't think so much, and my explanation seemed pretentious instead.

So Fang Wenze opened his mouth facing Song Boyang's back, but finally said nothing.

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After the evening self-study, returning to the dormitory, Song Boyang took out a crumpled note from the bookshelf in the dormitory.

It was Jiang Jun's handwriting on it, recording the list of winners of the Zhicai Entrance Examination, a total of [-] names, many of which have been crossed out with black pen, indicating that these people did not have much intersection with Zhou Chiyu in their first year of high school.

It also includes Song Boyang's own name.

Song Boyang looked at the note quietly, and after a long silence, he picked up the pen and slowly wrote his name on it.

Next to his name, he wrote another line of words, and drew a circle around the words——

See you a year ago?

The nib stopped again.

It wasn't until the old man's mobile phone placed on the table started to vibrate, and the tip of the pen trembled slightly following the paper, that Song Boyang's empty sight gradually focused.

Picking up the phone, he found that it was Jiang Jun's call, so he immediately pressed the connect button.

Jun Jiang's impatient voice came from the other end of the phone, "Brother Song, have you done the Chinese paper? Have you done the appreciation of ancient poetry? Which question should you choose? I'm so entangled, I'm here to check the answer with you. "

Really impatient, Song Boyang smiled on the phone, in fact, he could know his answer the next morning after reading the class, but Jiang Jun couldn't wait for one night, he would rather waste the phone bill than know his choice tonight .

"I chose C." Song Boyang held the mobile phone in one hand, and slowly unfolded the finished and folded Chinese test paper with the other hand, "Let me analyze for you why I chose C..."

Hearing Song Boyang give a long list of explanations to Niu playing the piano, Mr. Jiang seemed to understand, and did not continue the discussion with Song Boyang. He said thank you and was about to hang up the phone——

"Wait." Song Boyang said first, "Don't hang up yet."

Jiang Jun: "What else is there?"

Song Boyang's Adam's apple rolled a few times, "I want to ask you something."

"You say."

"It's just—" Song Boyang organized his words, "Someone suddenly told me that I blocked a basketball for him a year ago, what do you mean by that?"

Jiang Jun's mean smile came from the old man's phone, "Is it interesting to you?"

Song Boyang: "..."

"I'm not joking with you, I really want to know your opinion." Song Baiyang thought for a few seconds, "And Jiang Jun, you know, one of the three major illusions people have-does he like me?"

"I'm not kidding either. I really think he might be interested in you. You think, who would remember so clearly the thing that blocked the ball a year ago? Do you remember the thing that you helped him block the basketball a year ago?"

Song Boyang: "...I don't remember."

"Right." Jiang Jun continued to gossip and ask, "Who is so? Who said this to you? Is it a girl? Is it good-looking? It doesn't matter if it's a girl or an omega?"

Song Boyang was silent for a few seconds, "...don't ask, you don't know him."

"Is there anyone else I don't know?" Jiang Jun retorted, "You underestimate my network too much. I still have a lot of friends in A."

"Or—" Jiang Jun made a guess, "Actually, I know, but you don't want to gossip about me, so you lied to me that I didn't know."

Jiang Jun's slightly excited and teasing voice was still coming from the phone, "Brother Song? Are you——falling in love?"

Song Boyang: "..."

What the other party said was so sure that even Song Boyang, the person involved, was a little shaken, and instead asked Jiang Jun, "Why do you say that?"

"Why would you care if you weren't in love?"

Jiang Jun began to analyze in a straightforward manner, "If the other party is someone you don't feel or even hate, you won't care about what she said, right? It's even more impossible to come and ask me, what does she mean?"

Song Boyang was silent, and felt that he couldn't refute for a while.

On the other end, Jiang Jun continued to say: "Brother Song, I guess, you already have the answer in your heart, it's just a question whether you want to admit it or not?"

"You have fought wits and courage with Sun Huiyun every day, and you have lived a long time ago. I don't believe that you will be very slow in dealing with your emotional problems."

"However, sometimes I don't even want to be honest with myself, let alone be honest with others. This is the magic of self-deception. I understand you very well."

"Ahem." Jiang Jun cleared his throat, and his tone became serious, "I'm not kidding anymore, I respect your privacy, if you don't want to tell me, I won't ask, but if you need help, just come to me, I will definitely help you."

"Then keep it secret for me, and don't tell anyone." Song Boyang paused, and said slowly, "Because I still need some time to confirm some things."