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Xia Shitao really waited for Zhou Chiyu.

She folded her hands, leaned on the silver railing, and waved to Zhou Chiyu who was walking up the stairs.

When Zhou Chiyu stood beside her, Xia Shitao and the other party boredly looked down at the figures passing by in the museum.

The gymnasium is always noisy, even if the voice is slightly louder, it will not be difficult for others to hear clearly.

So Xia Shitao didn't deliberately lower her voice, "It's Song Boyang, right?"

Zhou Chiyu was silent for a long while.

Finally, he admitted, "...how did you see it?"

Xia Shitao looked at the distance between herself and Zhou Chiyu - two more people could stand.

So she moved half a step in the direction of Zhou Chiyu. She was afraid that Zhou Chiyu would not be able to hear her if she stood too far away. The monitors are mixed together, inseparable, even helping Fang Wenze cook, you often go together, I still can't guess that?"

Zhou Chiyu: "He is not inseparable from me, he is inseparable from others."

It was only after I finished speaking that I was shocked, why is there a... sour smell?

Xia Shitao beside her had already smiled teasingly, and began to tease Zhou Chiyu, "Who are you talking about, Mr. Jiang?"

"It's not him." Zhou Chiyu also imitated Xia Shitao, leaning on the railing, and began to look into the distance, his eyes gradually lost focus.

"Oh, I see, you said Fang Wenze." After a little thought, Xia Shitao had the answer, "Jiang Jun told me that Song Boyang has been helping Fang Wenze find the contact information for the past few days. That's why I contacted Fang Wenze temporarily. Fang Wenze is inseparable."

Zhou Chiyu frowned slightly, "How to report?"

"Huh?" Xia Shitao was slightly startled, "Don't you know?"

Zhou Chiyu was at a loss, "He... didn't tell me."

Xia Shitao rolled her eyes, "Maybe I don't want you to get involved too, so you should worry about it."

She continued: "Isn't Fang Wenze's suspicion of getting the leak question a big deal? Mr. Jiang told me that Song Boyang persuaded Fang Wenze to report Sun Huiyun."

Zhou Chiyu: "Oh."

Xia Shitao smiled, "Are you sour?"

Zhou Chiyu glanced over.

Not only was Xia Shitao not afraid, but she laughed even more happily.

Zhou Chiyu: "..."

Xia Shitao moved half a step in the direction of Zhou Chiyu, and said at the same time, "Don't look down."

Zhou Chiyu: "?"

"I just noticed—Squad Leader Song seems to have looked in our direction several times." Xia Shitao finished two sentences in one breath, "It feels like he cares about you, but don't look down—"

"Assuming he likes you too, then from Song Boyang's perspective, you are chatting with me now, and your witty remarks make me very happy."

Zhou Chiyu immediately took half a step in the opposite direction of Xia Shitao upon hearing this.

Of course, she was pulled back by Xia Shitao, who had quick eyesight and quick hands, "What are you running for?"

"I don't want him to misunderstand."

"Really, he is inseparable from Fang Wenze because he wants to help Fang Wenze. You can't talk to me for a while now? You still have to help me draw a blackboard newspaper, it's really unfair!"

Zhou Chiyu was slightly taken aback, as if he had never thought about this question.

"Don't you want to know if he will be angry because we walked so close?" Xia Shitao was thoughtful, "So don't look down now—it shows that you care—some Sometimes, people who really care more are at a disadvantage—”

"You have to show a disheartened look, because Song Boyang and Fang Wenze are close, so you don't love anymore and find a new love."

"What the hell."

Zhou Chiyu snorted helplessly, a faint smile appeared on his brows and eyes, and soon disappeared.

He sighed, "Thank you for saying so much, I really feel better."

After a few seconds of silence, he tried to continue the topic, "Have you ever had a crush on someone?"

"If not, you might not be able to understand." Zhou Chiyu raised his head, showing the curve of his neck, he looked at the closed roof of the gymnasium, and let out a sigh of relief, "I'm overjoyed to be able to get closer. Do you have the courage to let the other side misunderstand you?"

"But I think he still cares about you."

"Maybe it's an illusion." Zhou Chiyu didn't think about it, "I also thought many times that he should like me, but after thinking about it carefully, I thought it was my illusion."

Xia Shitao suddenly suppressed her smile, "Why are you so pessimistic all of a sudden?"

"Isn't secret love like this, passive and worrying about gains and losses?"

"But I just saw Song Boyang and looked towards us."

Zhou Chiyu tapped the silver railing lightly with his fingertips, "Maybe you misread, he is not looking at us."

"I think I'm not mistaken."

Zhou Chiyu stopped talking, he didn't know whether he chose to believe it or was tired of refuting it.

"I'll give you a box of chocolates tonight to thank you for helping me draw my blackboard. I know you have a sweet tooth."

"what ever."

Xia Shitao began to describe, "I'm going to choose the pink heart tin box, and see if anyone misunderstands it."

"Probably not." Zhou Chiyu glanced at Xia Shitao, "You shouldn't be on the list of winners for the joint exam for knowledge?"

"I'm here."

Zhou Chiyu was stunned.

Xia Shitao said seriously: "When I was in the freshman year of high school, liberal arts was better than science. I participated in the liberal arts group, and I was in the top ten in the exam."

"Then why didn't you study liberal arts?"

"Because the major I want to study in the future can only apply for science." Xia Shitao lowered her eyes, "It's also because of a certain person, so I don't want to leave Class [-], Grade [-]."

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As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Song Boyang ran towards the gate of the gymnasium.

Although Jiang Jun is an alpha, his physical fitness is far inferior to Song Boyang, and he was panting while chasing after him.

There are six teachers in the mathematics competition class. Except for Sun Huiyun, there are five teachers left. Song Boyang and Jiang Jun respectively contacted the friends in the classes led by these five teachers and entrusted them to give the mobile phone number and email address of their class teacher .

The mobile phone number was quickly collected. As for the e-mail address, my friends said that it will take some time, and they need to ask the teacher in person.

But Song Boyang knew very well that e-mail is essential, otherwise the evidence taken in photos would not be sent to the teacher.

So he made an appointment with these friends to pick up the note that recorded the teacher's email address after the second class on Friday.

After taking all the notes, Song Boyang climbed on Mr. Jiang's seat and sorted all the information on the notes onto another piece of paper.From left to right are the teacher's name, mobile phone number and email address, a total of five lines.

Then Song Boyang returned to his seat.

At this time Fang Wenze was already sitting beside him, Song Boyang didn't say anything, and put the paper in Fang Wenze's table.

He felt that Fang Wenze beside him froze instantly.

Fang Wenze lowered his head, habitually used bangs and glasses to cover up his facial expression, and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you!"

It was easy to hear the crying in Fang Wenze's tone, but Song Boyang didn't expose it, he pretended he didn't hear anything.

"Come on." Song Boyang said.

Fang Wenze took out another piece of paper from his schoolbag, and carefully handed it to Song Boyang, "Well... I typed a draft... the draft to report Teacher Sun... Can you take a look for me... Is there anything wrong with it?" Is there a problem with wording and expression..."

The paper was crumpled and uneven, leaving marks as if its owner had accidentally let tears fall on it and curled up after the water evaporated.

"Okay." Song Boyang took the paper.

He picked up his black pen, read it carefully from beginning to end three times, then wrote down the reasons for the revision and comments with the pen, and put the paper back on Fang Wenze's desk.

Not a word was spoken during the whole process.

Because Song Boyang knew that if he asked more questions, Fang Wenze would definitely cry.

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As the sun set in the evening, Song Boyang and Jiang Jun did not return to the classroom immediately after eating.

Sitting on the cement steps that were reddened by the afterglow of the setting sun, the two were finally freed from their heavy studies and complicated chores.

Jiang Jun took out two cans of white peach-flavored cocktail drinks from his schoolbag, and handed one of them to Song Boyang.

Song Boyang took it over, "Thank you."

He pulled open the iron ring on the can with his index finger, took a sip, and then let out a long sigh of relief, "Fang Wenze's matter has finally come to an end for the time being."

Jiang Jun patted Song Boyang on the shoulder, "Thank you. I know you have put a lot of thought into this matter."

Song Boyang waved his hand, "Our friendship, thank you so much."

Jiang Jun nodded, "Yes."

"Oh, by the way, I have already contacted the administrator to apply for deletion of the post, but no one has responded yet, and I don't know if it is because I am too busy studying and have no time to play the post, or I saw it but ignored it, we can only wait. wait."

Song Boyang nodded, "Yes."

Mr. Jiang was not afraid of the cold, so he took a sip of his drink in the early spring evening and asked, "What do you think - after Fang Wenze reported Sun Huiyun, what will the teachers do?"

"Investigate and investigate."

"What if it turns out that Fang Wenze was really forced to leak the question?"

"There may be a re-examination." Song Baiyang paused, "It may also directly cancel Fang Wenze's results."

"But no matter what, it's better than not doing anything before the results come out. Otherwise, it's better to say that Fang Wenze didn't get into the top three. If he gets into the top three and gets a place, it will almost inevitably cause public anger."

Jiang Jun didn't know what to say for a while, so he was silent for a while, "Forget it, let's not talk about this."

He gently shook the can in his hand, "What do you think of this white peach-flavored drink?"

Song Boyang replied: "Not bad."

"Xia Shitao recommended it, and she said it was delicious, so I must buy a can for you to try." After Jiang Jun finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something, and became annoyed again, "Hey, Xia Shitao played with Zhou Chiyu again recently. Went to one place."

"Really, every time I see Zhou Chiyu helping Xia Shitao draw blackboard newspapers, I have an urge to learn painting well and replace Zhou Chiyu."

Song Boyang didn't speak, but silently looked at the white peach pattern on the can with watercolor strokes.

"Xia Shitao also said that she would give Zhou Chiyu a box of chocolates as a thank you, just give it away, but why did she insist on giving it in a heart-shaped box. What's even more frightening is that there are a bunch of people in the class who went crazy after seeing it. , It’s so sweet, so sweet.”

Jiang Jun stroked his hair, "I think I'm going crazy too."

Song Boyang stood up suddenly.

"Finished."

He kicked over the soda can that was standing on the ground with his toe, and then crushed it with his foot. The drink remaining on the aluminum material splashed a few drops under the squeeze and landed on his white sneakers.

"I have something to do, I'm going first."

Song Boyang bent down, reached out to pick up the deformed can, and threw it into the trash can as he passed by.