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Chapter 55 "The kitten with fried fur."

The two wrote until the parent meeting was coming to an end.

Song Boyang turned his head to look at Zhou Chiyu, and found that the other party wanted to leave, so he said, "I forgot to bring my campus card, I have to go back to the classroom, do you want to go back too?"

Zhou Chiyu: "Yes."

Song Boyang suggested, "Then we just happen to be together."

"Ah."

Walking to the classroom together, the conversation between the two on the way turned into Song Boyang talking enthusiastically, and Zhou Chiyu occasionally replied with a few modal particles to show that he hadn't heard.

In the end, Song Boyang felt that he was a little noisy, so he simply turned off the microphone.

Obviously, this would never have happened before...

When Song Boyang passed by the corridor outside the classroom, he happened to see Fang Wenze's mother rushing out from the back door of the classroom, stopped Sun Huiyun, and asked anxiously.

"Hey, Mr. Sun, our family Fang Wenze's grades can't improve no matter what, I'm so anxious!"

"I used to be able to take the first place in the class, but now I can't take the exam! I'm worried that he keeps dropping, what should I do in the college entrance examination!"

He glared at Fang Wenze again, "Is it really that difficult to learn? Then why can't you fail the exam if others can get the first place?"

"Is it because you haven't worked hard enough? You have to study hard. If you don't work hard now, are you still waiting to work hard later? It will be too late then!"

Fang Wenze opened his mouth as if he wanted to refute something, but in the end he still didn't make a sound.

Song Boyang was not interested in these things. He ran to his seat and fumbled in his schoolbag for a long time before he found his campus card.

Looking for Zhou Chiyu's figure again, he found that the other party was no longer in the corridor, and of course not in the classroom.

I should have left with my sister.

Song Boyang was a little distracted, he thought Zhou Chiyu would go to the cafeteria for lunch with him.

But yes, if you can go out to have a big meal with your sister, who would stay in the cafeteria to cook?

Holding the dinner plate, he found an empty seat and sat down alone. Song Boyang was a little absent-minded throughout the meal, and his thoughts went back and forth without knowing what he was thinking, and he came up with an answer that might be close to the truth.

As soon as Song Boyang returned to the dormitory, without putting down his schoolbag, he began to look for his smartphone for the elderly in a hurry.

It was successfully found after half a minute.

Song Boyang was not tired of carrying his schoolbag. He sat down on the bench and started sending text messages to Zhou Chiyu——

【Are you unhappy today? 】

Zhou Chiyu replied in seconds: [No unhappy. 】

Song Boyang stared at the screen for a long time.

I always feel that he...is just unhappy!

Song Boyang began to be a dead horse as a living horse doctor, changed his habit of a few words in a text message after a long time, and typed a long list——

[I praised your sister for being beautiful, but what I actually mean is that you are brothers and sisters, and to praise her is to indirectly praise you for your good looks. 】

Zhou Chiyu replied in seconds: [I don't think we look alike. 】

Song Boyang took a look and replied.

Very good, pass this topic quickly.

Song Boyang saves the country with a curve: [Then how can I make you happy? 】

Immediately after that, send another one: [May I give you another Yoha toffee? 】

After a long time, I finally got a reply——

[Only matcha flavor. 】

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This Sunday, Zhou Chiyu did not come to school either, and Matcha Miyuha had to wait until a break on Monday to try to complete his great mission.

So now, Yuha was held in Song Boyang's palm, and Song Boyang slipped to the window and knocked on the glass with his fingertips.

Hearing the sound, Zhou Chiyu looked up and saw Song Boyang's right thumb and forefinger holding a strip of green toffee dangling behind the transparent glass.

Unlocking the buckle of the window, Zhou Chiyu pushed the window open a small crack, nimbly drilled in with his fingers, and took away from Song Boyang's hand the matcha flavored tea that he had promised to give to him as an apology, and then put the The window is closed, the buckle is restored, and the whole movement is done in one go and extremely smooth.

Then he waved to Song Boyang behind the window, indicating that he could leave.

"Hey!" Song Boyang was dumbfounded, he didn't expect the things in his hand to fall into the other party's hands so quickly and smoothly, and knocked on the window, "Zhou Chiyu, you took my toffee, but you let me Say something!"

After a few seconds of silence, Zhou Chiyu opened the window and told the other party with a flat face, "I hope you don't say anything like 'Don't be angry anymore'."

Song Boyang: "..."

Song Boyang: How do you know?

Seeing Song Boyang's deflated look, Zhou Chiyu lowered his head and secretly smiled.

Then he raised his head, grabbed the toffee, and said with a straight face: "There is no 'thank you', because I deserve this Yuha."

Song Boyang pretended to be disappointed, "Oh."

In the end, he broke his work in a second, and his eyebrows and eyes were smiling again, but the set line of "disappointment" has not changed, "Then I just left?"

Zhou Chiyu hid behind the window and laughed, "Otherwise."

Song Boyang closed the window for Zhou Chiyu, stood outside the window, waved to Zhou Chiyu, and ran away.

Not long after the matcha-flavored toffee was delivered, Song Boyang received another bottle of yogurt and a few apologies from Jiang Jun during another class break.

Jiang Jun would be angry when he knew about this incident. From Song Boyang's point of view, it was human nature and inevitable. Of course Song Boyang didn't care about it, and even felt a little guilty because he didn't want to tell Jiang Jun the truth.

So the two started to apologize to each other crazily, and they barely stopped until they almost ran out of words that could express apology in their stomachs.

At this time, Song Boyang's gaze turned to Jiang Jun's yogurt on his desk, and he frowned slightly, "No, who drinks yogurt in winter?"

Jun Jiang pointed to himself of course, "Me."

Song Boyang: "..."

Song Boyang: "Thank you, take it back. I don't drink cold ones in winter."

After pushing and pulling a few times, Jiang Jun's yogurt finally fell into Jiang Jun's stomach.

The matter of provoking Mao Zhoujiang and Zhou Jiang because he chose to continue to work at the same table with Fang Wenze was really resolved. Song Bai rubbed his temples, shook his head self-deprecatingly, picked up his pen and continued to work on the questions.

There is still one month left for the final exam, and everyone is frantically preparing for the exam. Even the PE teacher who is alpha is very considerate and has four "serious illnesses" in a row.

Before going to high school, Song Boyang thought it was ridiculous to prepare for the exam one month in advance, but the fact is that the knowledge points in high school are so cumbersome that he may not be able to review them all in a month.

The tense atmosphere lasted until the day when the final exam was over.

It snowed heavily that day.

When Song Boyang was doing the questions, he concentrated and single-mindedly, and his attention was only on the test papers and untested subjects in front of him. When he finished the last test and walked out of the test room, he was surprised that this winter had a game that was rare in previous years. heavy snow.

The world seems to be covered by white clouds falling from the sky, and the clouds are like wet goose feathers, unable to float in the air, and can only be forced to land in groups to keep warm.

Song Boyang was passing by the lawn next to the teaching building with his schoolbag on his back. When his eyes skipped the snow scene, he stopped naturally. He stretched out a finger from his winter school uniform and poked it into the thick snow.

Poked a hole.

It wasn't enough, so he poked it a few more times, and then Song Boyang came up with a new idea.

He knelt down and drew a kitten with fried fur on the snow with his fingers.

Of course, this is just a kitten with fried hair in his eyes.

Draw an arrow right after it.

The arrow is followed by writing - Zhou, Chi, Yu.

After finishing writing, Song Boyang stood up and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. He patted the unmelted snow on his palm, and suddenly heard a familiar voice from behind——

"what are you doing?"

Song Boyang turned his head and saw that it was Zhou Chiyu himself.

Captured by the master.

But at this moment, he was not guilty at all, on the contrary, he was full of energy when he spoke.

Song Boyang said: "Draw something casually."

Zhou Chiyu took a closer look, and saw a mess of lines, with an arrow in the upper right corner, and three words written next to the arrow.

His name is still recognizable.

The shape of the arrow can also be determined due to the simplicity of the strokes.

There is only this messy line left, what is it?

Ask if you don’t understand, so Zhou Chiyu asked: “What did you paint?”

"kitten."

Zhou Chiyu frowned, "?"

"A kitten with fried fur." ​​Song Boyang said confidently, "I think it looks very similar."

Zhou Chiyu: "..."

Laughing dumbfounded, Zhou Chiyu also picked up a branch from the ground, "I'll draw one for you too."

After a while, a dog's head jumped onto the "snow", with a few strokes but lifelike, Zhou Chiyu glanced at Song Boyang quietly, then lowered his head, and imitated the other party to draw an arrow, and wrote "Song Boyang" after the arrow. "Three big characters.

Song Boyang was not only not angry when he saw it, he was also quite happy, "It looks like me."

So Zhou Chiyu lowered his head and smiled sullenly.

After the final exams, the big speakers in the school always sing songs for a long time, and the last song is often "Going Home", just like the relationship between "Unforgettable Tonight" and the Spring Festival Gala.

The rhythm of the saxophone slowly floated to the distant sky, and the students walked towards the gate one after another, and the school gradually changed from the hustle and bustle to the occasional silence.

Song Boyang laughed with Zhou Chiyu for a while, only to find that there were no people around. He glanced at his watch and realized, "It's getting late, I have to go back to the dormitory to pack my luggage, and I won't be able to catch the train if I go to the station late."

Zhou Chiyu had no choice but to wave goodbye, "Goodbye."

After a pause, he added, "The next time we meet is the next semester."

"Yes." Song Boyang said with a smile, "Goodbye."

The afterimage of the lone bird quickly skipped over the seemingly invisible smoke clouds, and the snow-covered ground moved upwards for a modest distance, briefly connecting to the sky flooded with light gray.

But people don't have to worry about the rain.

The campus radio sang the last note, and the lingering sound dissipated in the cold winter air.

The hustle and bustle was buried by the snow, and the world began to become quiet.

Zhou Chiyu looked far away, with his schoolbag lying on Song Boyang's back, like a pet elf who was inseparable from the protagonist in the youth comics, and they bravely and fearlessly broke into the vast unknown snow field together.

The surrounding snow was clean, and so was he.

Zhou Chiyu opened his lips.

He felt that he should say something, although he hadn't figured it out yet.

The boy in the distance turned around with a tacit understanding at this moment.

Song Bai Yang Mingming was wearing a thick winter school uniform, but he still tried his best to raise his arms as high as possible above his head, "Zhouchiyu!"

He waved his hand vigorously, laughed loudly and said, "See you next year!"

Zhou Chiyu also echoed, facing the snow, facing the boy standing in the snow.

"See you next year."

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