Now looking at him, he was no longer sitting in that position.

Instead, a boy with an ordinary appearance and a little shy look, was already confused by her sudden but pure and sweet smile. After hesitating for a long time, he raised his hand and shook it in front of her, flattered:

"Transfer student, do you... do you like me?"

Jiang Zhiyu, who was still smiling just now, instantly pulled away from the memory, curled her smile, and turned into the next classroom without looking back, leaving only a thin figure, and the brackets raised in the air with her ponytail.

It's absolutely inappropriate.

-

Because of a group of teachers in the graduating class who have been teaching professionally, they are adapting to each other in the first month of school.

Jiang Zhiyu still insisted on her good habits and hid in the bathroom in the dormitory every night before going to bed after finishing her own set of questions.

The roommates talked sourly about this, saying that she had caused pressure for no reason, but could not do anything to her, and even moved out of the director of the teaching.

Jiang Zhiyu is a seed player of this class. The director can only comfort her properly and let her continue to do whatever she wants.

Gradually, the classmates were driven by her, but Jiang Zhiyu didn't say anything.

She has always lived a clearer life than anyone else. What she has never written is not a problem, it is her paving the way toward Shen Si step by step.

The National Day holiday is approaching, and most senior high school students choose to stay in school on their own initiative, with three or five people in a group to help each other.

Jiang Zhiyu had excellent grades and was always cold and alone, so naturally no one invited her.

So, as soon as the school time came, she became the only person in the entire senior high school department to walk out of the school gate with her schoolbag on her back.

The bus I often took was still cramped, so she looked for a seat next to the door of Chang Station.

The sunset had long disappeared. In the darkness, she touched the school sign from the school bag mezzanine, and put it side by side with her palms.

Class 1, Senior 2, Shen Si.

Senior 3, Class 2, Jiang Zhiyu.

She poked his teenage face on the photo with her slender fingertips, muttering quietly:

"I'm not a little girl now, right? Shen Si, who is one year younger than me."

The heartless Shen Si.

-

When I got home, it was pitch black.

Jiang Zhiyu entered the door and turned on the lights. He saw the notes left by Jiang Yunfeng on the table. They were crooked and the dogs crawled better than this.

[My parents took me to the city next door for a trip.]

Next to it is two hundred yuan.

It seems that Jiang Dachuan was there when Jiang Yunfeng wrote the notes, otherwise Jiang Yunfeng's greedy appearance was exactly the same as her mother, so how could she see Grandpa Mao?

What's more, there are two pictures.

Put it in the shriveled wallet, Jiang Zhiyu threw the note into the trash can, went into the house to take a shower and change clothes.

Her hair was so thick that it would take a long time to dry it. Jiang Zhiyu simply let it spread on her shoulders, stepped on her slippers, and prepared to go to the stall to ask for a melon for dinner.

Duan Chi is still watching the stall.

Although I don’t know how he got into a relationship with Liu Bo, after a period of time, the two seemed to have formed a tacit understanding. He looked up, she lowered her eyes, said "Here you come" to each other, and started to work on their own.

The sweetest batch of melons in summer has passed, and the cut melons are far less popular than before, and there are a lot left today.

Jiangzhiyu is afraid of wasting, so he will take a piece after eating and drink it as water.

Duan Chi had never seen her rudely gnawing melons before. He hesitated and said, "What's wrong with you? You're in a bad mood?"

Jiang Zhiyu ate more than half of it in a row, and pointed to the remaining ones, "If you don't eat it, it will be broken, together?"

Although Duan Chi helped Liu Bo see the stall, he was far less intimate than Jiang Zhiyu. He had never had such an act of taking it for food.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't wait for him, so he picked up another piece.

This time, she was afraid of scaring Duan Chi, so she slowed down and bit her bite bite, just like eating and playing, and spending time by the way.

Duan Chi saw that she was having a good time eating, so he took out twenty dollars in his pocket, put it in Uncle Liu's collection box, took one, lowered his head and bit it.

A high beam came from the end of the alley, illuminating the dim chandelier in the corner, and the two of them looked down and eating melons.

The lights were very dazzling. Jiang Zhiyu turned his head and saw that the car stopped in front of the stall.

The light went out, but Jiang Zhiyu's heart jumped up.

She knew the car.

The one that asked Jiang Yunfeng to pay 10,000 yuan.

The passenger's window fell down, revealing a yellow-haired head. He looked left and right, and his tone was dissatisfied:

"Brother Si, why are you still here? When I think of the last time, my scalp is numb."

The driver's seat door opened, and he was covered in black clothes and black pants, and his pants were pierced into Martin's boots, and his legs were outrageously long.

After three months of not seeing each other, his skin became darker and his hair was shorter, but he still looked like he was stingy and went around and took pictures of Jiang Zhao's yellow hair:

"I'm thirsty, I'm just buying a melon. What's the excitement?"

Amid Jiang Zhao's shouting, Jiang Zhiyu had already finished eating the melon in his hand slowly, wiped his hands with the tissue beside him, stood up from the small stool, looking like a serious business owner:

"The watermelon is not good recently. Come with some other varieties? It is guaranteed to be sweet and fragrant."

The tone was plain, as if the two were not familiar with each other.

Chen Si turned around and smiled, "Oh? The little girl is selling melons and boasting?"

Jiang Zhiyu did not answer the conversation, but skillfully took out a yellow melon from the basket, ran to the faucet not far away to wash it, ran back and placed it on the chopping board.

As the blade sank into the flesh, the sweet fragrance wraps in the wind.

She carefully picked off the melon flesh, then removed the melon peel, cut it into neat pieces, put it into a transparent plastic box, then put a few small forks, buckle it, pack it in a bag, and handed it over:

“One-price, 998.”

The little girl's thin white arms stood in front of her, and she couldn't move her eyes open.

He hooked the bag with his little finger and signaled Jiang Zhao, who had just gotten off the car, to pay.

Jiang Zhao only felt that he had a dog, and he would dare to ask for 998 if he had a half melon.

"Brother Si, this is a black store."

Having said that, he still took out ten photos of Grandpa Mao and handed them over.

Jiang Zhiyu took the money and handed it to Duan Chi, stopping his move to make a change. He raised his eyes gently, met the unconcealed look at him, and said with a blank expression:

"No change, no change."

Jiang Zhao wanted to jump after hearing this: "It's so greedy!"

He still smiled at her with fun.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't hide, and looked at him in the evening breeze. His naturally dried hair brushed across her face and touched her lips that had just been soaked in juice.

Suddenly, a slender hand reached out, disrupting her breathing.

She wanted to hide, but her other hand pressed her shoulder.

The next second, the hair on the corner of her mouth was gently opened, the boy's face was one foot away from her, the corners of his lips were raised, and his eyes were smiling:
Chapter completed!