Teacher, she snatched my milk tea!

The time has entered the middle of May, and the school has no intention of doing any honor roll anymore. The rounds of mock questions make the students almost breathless, and the classmate records flying all over the sky are becoming more and more flooded at this time.

When I often go to the bathroom, there are several classmates' records on the table that I hope Miss Ji will show her face.

Ji Xiran couldn't finish writing after class, so he had to write during class.

It’s the late stage of preparing for the college entrance examination. Liberal arts is not like science. There is still room for improvement. At this time, the knowledge points of liberal arts have been clarified. Open one eye and close one eye.

As she was writing, suddenly a strange "classmate record" appeared in front of her.

It was self-made with a piece of counting white paper, on which was thickly drawn with a black pen, and three large characters of "classmate record" were written.At the bottom is a series of things such as imitating the names written by authentic classmates.

The handwriting is very neat and looks like a girl's, but Ji Xiran couldn't figure out which classmate could be so creative and come up with such a unique "classmate record".

Her classmate Lu Wanwan watched a Korean drama under the covers last night, and she is sleeping soundly at the moment, maybe she is dating her beloved Oppa, and she is too embarrassed to disturb her, so she can only take advantage of the old man in history to turn around While writing on the blackboard, he elbowed Muzisong who was also sleeping on his stomach at the back table, "Hey, Pine Cone, where did this come from?"

"Where did it come from?" Mu Zisong was dreaming of dating Wen Xinyan, one of the grade goddesses, and was suddenly woken up by her. He was angry for a while, and just wanted to express his dissatisfaction. When he tilted his head, he seemed to see thousands of male compatriots behind Ji Damei holding hammers and staring at him like angry birds, and he immediately froze.

Reluctantly rubbing his eyes, he glanced at her hand, and suddenly felt strange, he smiled and said, "Who is this buddy, so creative, this is good, I like it, if you give it to a girl, you will definitely be praised for your hard work ,Hey Hey."

Ji Xiran saw his goofy look, and suddenly felt speechless, "What do you like, let me ask you when was this and who put it here?"

"Ah—" This stopped him from asking, after all, boys have rough minds, and he ran out to mess with boys after class, so how did he know this.

"I'm really out of my mind to ask you." Ji Xiran shook his head, turned around, read and read this classmate record, and wrote his own information neatly.

Because the original characters were written in lowercase letters, she looked at them, feeling inexplicably unwilling to admit defeat. In order not to lose to her, she deliberately used the running script that she had practiced for more than ten years. The classmate recorded and wrote more attentively than the Chinese paper for the college entrance examination, and it took a whole class to finish it.

After finishing writing, holding this special "classmate record", she thought for a while, and put it in the original place.

In this way, its owner will not misjudge the place and miss it.

In order to keep the students full of energy, the school has always advocated napping, usually at 02:30, and then at [-]:[-] in the afternoon.

Wen Xinyan sat in the classroom until the person by the window on the third floor left. Then she slowly moved downstairs step by step while supporting her hungry and aching stomach.

In the large courtyard separated from the liberal arts and science building, the sun can shine down obliquely, and the slightest drizzle can also seep in along the moss-covered wall.

Sunshine, rain and dew make the flowers and plants planted in the patio grow very well.

When Wen Xinyan walked to the door of the liberal arts experimental class, she looked up and happened to see a full blooming champion red, dancing and swaying with the wind.

With a guilty conscience, she walked to the place where she often stared at, and at a glance she saw the special "classmate record" pressed under an exquisite alarm clock.

It has not been disliked by others, on the contrary, the people who handled it seem to cherish it very much.It is written in flowing handwriting, and at the end, there is a special message from a friend:

Unfamiliar friends, I wish you and I a bright future and live up to the years.

Very strong and powerful handwriting, Wen Xinyan remembered that there was a high school class, when the English teacher asked her to go up and write silently, the English words she wrote were just like now.

The sunshine in May was already a bit vicious, she stood by the window, her eyes were a little blinded by the sunlight.

Embracing that special classmate book tightly, she seemed to be embracing the whole world.This feeling is very similar to when she was a child, she finally saved enough fifty cents by picking up bottles, and couldn't wait to go to the store to buy the long-awaited comic book.

She wanted to read the contents inside, but she was afraid that there would be nothing left after reading it.

Her heart seemed to be covered with tens of thousands of ants, biting her left chest with dull pain.

It's almost here, if you don't leave, someone will come and see you.

Clutching her burning stomach, she ran forward, and finally ran through the corridor of the liberal arts class, and reached a corner corridor. When she felt that no one could see her, she couldn't help it anymore, and leaned on a stone pillar, Slowly calm down your heartbeat.

But the more she tried to calm down, the more her left chest throbbed.

Finally, finally, she gave up dejectedly.

She took out the white paper, lowered her head, and looked at the content on it seriously.

From the name to the gender to the address, she browsed through the content bit by bit. If someone passed by her at this moment, looking at her expression, they would probably think that she was taking drugs.

The pendulum of the city struck slowly, and she slowly moved her fingertips down, and saw three wishes written in the classmate record.

First, I want to be a diplomat.

Second, I still want to be a diplomat.

Third, I just want to be a diplomat.

Between the lines, it was very Ji Xiran's style, Wen Xinyan couldn't help but twitched the corners of her mouth as she stroked the words above, but halfway through the twitching, she couldn't help laughing.

Diplomat.

The only diplomat she has an impression of is Premier Zhou after the founding of the People's Republic of China. Now her impression of this profession is still in the history books. The picture of him wearing a black Chinese tunic suit receiving foreign friends.

It's a great ideal, and it suits her very well.

Unlike her, the biggest dream is to make money.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the students who were full of sleep returned to school one after another, and continued to start a new round of fighting.

When Ji Xiran walked to his seat with a glass of smoothie in his arms, as expected, that special "classmate record" had already been taken away.

She looked at her desk, it was clean and tidy, the small and exquisite alarm clock of Mickey Mouse was still placed at a slant, even the angle was correct.

A perfect crime, leaving no clues.Ji Xiran bit the straw expressionlessly, thinking to himself, it's a good thing this person just sneakily sent her a page of his classmates instead of trying to murder her, otherwise, she wouldn't be able to drink tomorrow's milk tea.

For a moment, she couldn't think of who was so boring.For nearly a month after that, she had been waiting for that person to show up, but what she didn't expect was that that person was so tolerant, and he didn't show up until the college entrance examination was about to come.

If there is one activity that will be deeply remembered by the whole country, it is undoubtedly the college entrance examination.

The college entrance examination has carved deep marks in the youth of almost every Chinese.

On the eve of the college entrance examination, the entire third-year teaching building went crazy.Piles of books were torn into pieces, and as those countless pieces were thrown from the sky by the crazy examinees, one story after another began and ended at that moment.

Ji Xiran was not willing to tear up the book, Lu Wanwan's unconscionable tearing up her book was not enjoyable, when she wanted to tear up her book, she slapped her and lay on the wall. "Go, go, don't touch it, this is a sage book!"

"What sage book!" Classmate Lu Wanwan was very unwilling, and covered his heart to express that he was hurt, "Xixi, touch your conscience! Can you be sober! You are studying liberal arts! What you hold in your hand It's obviously a chemistry book! Let's not study chemistry since the first year of high school, okay?"

Lu Wanwan was almost hoarse.

It's a pity that Ji Xiran didn't intend to pay attention to her, but put the book together with his neat English notes, added it to the package to be shipped home, and gave her a supercilious look by the way. "You don't allow me to keep it as a souvenir. I'll take this chemistry book home and use it as a family heirloom to educate my son, grandson, and great-grandson, can't you?!"

Lu Wanwan was almost overwhelmed with anger.

But what Ji Xiran said was the truth.She did intend to take that chemistry book home as a souvenir.

There are so many science books that are not used, but only one chemistry book is favored by Miss Ji, there must be a special reason for it.

But Ji Xiran's mouth is as if it is locked, but what Miss Ji doesn't want to say is that even the best locksmith will not be able to pry her mouth open.

Lu Wanwan gave up, turned around and didn't know who he hooked up with, and disappeared.

Ji Xiran looked at the pages of paper constantly falling from upstairs, and looked up at the last window on the sixth floor.

The girl in a denim shirt was still doing the questions quietly, as if the carnival and hustle and bustle had nothing to do with her.

Looking at her, Ji Xiran inexplicably remembered the old well in her grandfather's house.

The red bricks are covered with moss, and the iron railings are also covered with rust.Usually there is no ripple at all, even if you want to fetch water and throw the bucket down, the well water will also not have any ripples.

The ancient well is calm, the heart is like still water, and it is as boring as a nun.

She rubbed her eyes, muttered something, sat down and continued drinking her milk tea.