It was the end of December when Meng Shengnan received the notice of the new concept rematch.

At that time, the end of the class was approaching, and the learning atmosphere in the class was very strong. Before and after class, the table couldn't even spare time for chatting. The table was filled with 5.3 simulation questions and Queen Hun, and they all lowered their heads to study cosine functions and parabolas. Even the upcoming New Year's Day influence had to be low. The key Lao Shi said that this final exam would be ranked according to the results and called parents. It was not as simple as last time.

Meng Shengnan was busy doing English.

"My God, your accuracy rate is too high." Xue Lin didn't know when she would come over.

Nie Jing also looked closer: "Why do you choose b? I just did it yesterday and it seems like it is a."

Meng Shengnan said: "I haven't gotten the answer yet."

"I just got the right one, it's right, you won't be wrong, right?" Xue Lin looked at Nie Jing.

Nie Jing frowned: "Is that so, I'll check it out."

The self-study class was originally calm. Meng Shengnan was about to take a break after finishing English when the male squad leader, who was 1.7 meters tall, suddenly stood up and walked to the podium, knocking on the blackboard.

"The day after tomorrow, the class teacher asked us to have some fun on our own."

A word suddenly set off a tide in the classroom. The students who were so bored that they could finally find a serious excuse to be lazy, and someone in the back row started to make a fuss.

"Li Yan can dance!"

"The squad leader sang a song."

"That's right, all the honors yesterday-"

Meng Shengnan couldn't help but be stunned when she heard Li Yan's name. She quietly glanced at her eyes and silently withdrew her gaze, and continued to flip through the book. After that, the class monitor handed over the arrangement of the New Year's Day party to several of their class committee members in batches. She and the Chinese class representative were responsible for buying decorative items to dress up the classroom.

The two of them are usually limited to saying hello.

But unexpectedly, the next day, the Chinese class representative threw the entire stall to her for something. Meng Shengnan couldn't help laughing and crying. At that time, just after school at noon, she had greeted her home the night before because of this. So, on that afternoon after school, she was wandering alone on the long street outside the school.

It was very cold outside, and Meng Shengnan casually entered a thrift store.

There were a wide variety of things inside. She wandered around for a few times, bought a small box of spraying colors and snow, and a bunch of balloons and posters. After walking for a while, she stopped at the school supplies.

Qi Qiao knew that Meng Shengnan had a very special hobby.

This girl likes to collect books. She has to do whatever she writes and draws. She usually contains at least twenty pencils. She also has seven big white rabbit milk candies. She stuffed one into her mouth when she racked her brains to write. So when she saw the simple and generous black pencil on the counter, she couldn't walk.

"Boss, how do you sell this?"

The fifty-year-old woman looked over and said, "That was sold in the whole box, new goods, ten pieces of seven or five."

Meng Shengnan calculated the remaining money in his pocket, and then took everything to pay the bill.

The boss said: "A total of 1○7 yuan."

Meng Shengnan took out all the money and placed it on the table, and the boss counted it one by one.

"Not enough, girl, there are still two or three left."

Meng Shengnan said in a daze, "Ah?", and the class pay was spent, and then he touched his pocket to find change. The pocket of his schoolbag was flipping, and he was completely gone. She stood at the cashier with her eyebrows frowned, thinking about whether to put down the box of pencils. The boss looked at her with a kind face. Meng Shengnan sighed in his heart, and was about to reach out to get the pencil, but a voice came from behind her.

"Hold a bag of Yellow Crane Tower."

She almost froze in place.

At that time, her back was numb, and her head was buzzing, and her eyes were staring at the front without looking back. It was so close that it was the same encounter again. The sound was so familiar, and the smell on her body was so familiar that she didn't react. She almost felt so nervous that her heart paused. The boss handed the cigarette behind her, and the boy gave it to Zhang Ershi directly.

She bit her lip and slowly lowered her head to pretend to be looking for change, her fingers trembling.

"The rest is hers." The next second, a casual voice came over.

She was stunned.

He didn't dare to move at all. He stopped moving his bags, as if he was afraid that he would even hear his breathing. The wind chime hanging on the curtains of the old shop suddenly rang, and there was no movement behind him soon.

She slowly turned around.

The boy had already left the store and there was no one. Meng Shengnan realized it later. The wind gradually blew in the sky. She walked towards the school in a daze with a box of things. The cold wind blew over and did not dissipate the blush just now. As she walked, she smiled foolishly, and regretted that she was too slow to let go of such a good opportunity for conversation. Fortunately, Qi Qiao was not by the side at that time, otherwise she would have scolded her for being nervous when she saw her like this.

Two boys were wandering on the roadside not far behind her on the street.

"Have you bought the gift?" Shi Jin asked.

"without."

The boy smoked one from the cigarette box and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's not that brother, you're a little uneasy about Li Yan."

He lit the fire, threw the cigarette lighter into Shi Jin's arms, and then laughed softly.

"You care?"

"Damn."

The boy smoked a cigarette and said, "She was too annoyed."

"You are standing and talking, but it hurts your waist. Looking around, there are many beauties in our Nine Middle School. How come Li Yan is one of the best? Are you not satisfied?"

The boy raised his eyes: "You are lonely."

Shi Jin let out a 'tsk'.

"Can you not reveal your brother's shortcomings?"

The boy sneered: "That's all virtue, there's no way."

"Depend on."

Two boys are more obscene than the other.

At that time, Meng Shengnan had already returned to the classroom. It was so tiring to carry a large box of things back. She was panting and laying on the table. It had been ten minutes since she saw him. Meng Shengnan still couldn't help but smile and frown. She was full of energy in class in the afternoon and was in a very good mood. Fu Song asked her about it with a smile.

"What's the success today?"

Meng Shengnan smiled but said nothing.

The mood that day continued until she went to bed at night, so she couldn't sleep all night. She tossed and turned, and the light music was repeated over and over in the repeater in her ear, and she was so happy that she was so happy until dawn in her dreams.

Wake up and fall asleep again.

After the second afternoon, the whole school was exempted from classes. The class began to prepare to arrange the classroom. The girls formed a circle, blowing balloons and pulling ribbons. The whole classroom was warm and Zeng Sheng was all excited.

Meng Shengnan is making ribbons.

"I heard from the squad leader that there are four or five programs tonight." Nie Jing said, tied the balloons.

Meng Shengnan subconsciously glanced at Li Yan.

Nie Jing asked: "Hey? What did you make up?"

"cuckoo."

"It looks so good, teach me."

Xue Lin also made up one and showed off.

"Look at my roses, aren't they beautiful?"

"It's not as good as you." Meng Shengnan said.

A few girls were happy.

Later, it was not until dark that the classroom was decorated. The windows were painted with snow spray, poster ribbons were pasted, and colorful balloons were hung. The only boys in the class raised all the tables one by one to form a rectangle next to the wall, and placed the bench next to the table, and everyone sat on top of the heads.

On the eve of New Year's Day, there was joy.

Everyone sent a bottle of snow spray, and everyone was spraying randomly as they watched the show. On each table was a large plate of melon seeds, peanuts, fudge chocolate, chatting and applauding, and stories in youth were being staged one by one.

"Are there any arrangements tomorrow?" Fu Song beside her asked her in a loud noise.

"Don't stay at home." Meng Shengnan glanced at him and asked again: "What's wrong?"

"How many books have you read?"

Meng Shengnan shook his head: "I haven't finished reading a single one."

"So slow?"

"Where are you taking my book?"

Fu Song smiled and said, "The bedside is on the bed."

"When will I pay it back?"

"When will you return the book, I will return it to you?"

Meng Shengnan 'cut'.

"How did you think about reading the last time you said you would write?" Fu Song asked.

"It's finished."

"What book or movie is it?"

Meng Shengnan scratched his cheek: "I have read books before, so I just wrote nonsense."

"No wonder."

"What?"
To be continued...