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"There are potatoes today, there are potatoes." Zhao Hua smiled, sat down and looked at Fang Hui with anticipation on his face.

Fang Hui glanced at him helplessly, silently moved the food box over, and gave most of the potato chips to Zhao Hua.

At this time, Qiao Ran took two opened food boxes, removed the table cover, put the food boxes away, and asked Jiuli to sit down. He felt somewhat relieved that it was not them who were hanging around today.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t know how to face Jiuli in the future.

"Doorbell?" Zhao Hua tilted his head slightly and saw Doorbell walking towards He Shasha with a food box, puzzled.

"I have something to say to He Shasha. You guys eat first." She didn't even turn her head to answer the doorbell. She was very upset.

"Oh," Zhao Hua nodded, then lowered his head to eat.

By the way, he livened up the atmosphere at the dinner table, and everything seemed to be back to normal, but Fang Hui knew that things were different from before.

Young people have sensitive minds, and she understood very well what the looks from her classmates meant.

For teenagers who had nothing to do but practice exams and attend classes every day, this was already a big deal, even though it was not good news for Fang Hui.

"We have physical education class tomorrow," Qiao Ran turned sideways seemingly casually and whispered in Jiuli's ear, "Help me get some water?"

"Okay, for the sake of the meal?" Jiuli seemed nonchalant, but in fact, there was tenderness in her eyes, which she concealed too well.

Most people think that the two people just have pure friendship.

After returning home in the evening, Qiao Ran silently wrote in his diary, thinking about when to visit Uncle Shen.

But he had no idea that Mr. and Mrs. Qiao Ren (Qiao Ran's parents) had already discussed the matter with Mr. and Mrs. Shen Chang, and were just waiting for the two of them to go to college. If they got along well, then it would be just right.

If you don't get along well, just pretend it never happened.

It was also tonight that Chen Xun completely broke through the window paper and told Fang Hui that he liked her, and got a satisfactory answer.

In the morning, Qiao Ran got up two minutes late, which was unusual. When he went downstairs, Jiuli was already waiting in the car. When he got into the car, he saw her reading an English book.

"Are you up late?" Jiuli took out two sugar-coated steamed buns and an unopened bottle of yogurt from her schoolbag and handed them to Qiao Ran, then closed the book.

"Well, there were a lot of questions to do yesterday. By the way, did you mark the key points for this weekly test?" Qiao Ran tilted his head slightly.

I naturally took the sugar-coated steamed bun in my hand, took a bite, and squinted my eyes in satisfaction. This is how delicious it tastes.

"I'll give it to you when I get to the classroom." Jiuli nodded.

On the other side, Fang Hui and Chen Xun, who were riding bicycles, met on the road, and both of them blushed.

When they arrived at the school, they walked in one after another as if trying to cover up their mistakes, with serious faces showing that there was no personal feelings involved.

The love at this time is just a chaos between two people, and they don't want to announce it to the world. After all, premature love is not a good thing for them.

What they may face are teachers’ repeated teachings, parents’ attempts to break up the couple, and classmates watching the show.

Fang Hui felt a little tingling on her scalp when she walked into the classroom. She was still in shock from the shock she had yesterday morning. The feeling of being stared at by so many people made her feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.

But when she saw Chen Xun walking in front of her, she suddenly calmed down. At least now they were standing together and she could see each other just by raising her eyes, which made her feel at ease.

Qiao Ran and Jiuli, who came in behind the two of them, walked side by side without any concealment. Qiao Ran was holding two schoolbags, while Jiuli was holding two thermos cups.

"It's been wiped. Sit down." Qiao Ran leaned over to wipe the stool, put the pink schoolbag on the table, and said softly.

There was none of the coldness he showed when talking to other classmates in the past, and he made no effort to hide his preference. At this moment, the word "like", which is shallower than love, became everything to them.

"Got it. These are the knowledge points you want," Jiuli sat down, opened her schoolbag and handed Qiao Ran a stack of booklets.

At the same time, he placed the thermos cup on Qiao Ran's desk.

"The weather has been cold recently, so my family made some pear soup and asked me to bring some to you. It's good for your throat." Jiuli glanced around, causing everyone's gaze to quietly retract.

Home? So these two have even met their parents?

"I'll drink it later." Qiao Ran touched the cup. What homemade stuff? It was obviously made knowing that his throat was uncomfortable.

Because Menling had been getting along well with He Shasha in the past two days, she switched seats with Fang Hui. Fang Hui sat in the middle, with Jiuli in her right hand and Menling in her left hand. She watched the interaction with her eyes wide open.

This is even more shocking than what Fang Hui said yesterday that she likes Chen Xun. When did they get together?

There were Chinese and English classes in the morning. Except for a few people who listened attentively, everyone else was reading quietly.

At noon, Chen Xun still helped Fang Hui and Menling get lunch, Qiao Ran got Jiuli and Zhao Hua's. Menling still had something to say to He Shasha, but in fact she just wanted to stay away from them.

Fang Hui looked at Jiuli and sat down next to her. At least with someone to accompany her, she was not eating alone with three boys.

"Eat this," Qiao Ran glanced at Jiuli who was eating, took out a bag of spicy strips from his pocket and put it in Jiuli's bowl.

"When did you buy it?" Jiuli raised her face and smiled, her smile was so unrestrained and brilliant that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

"When I came in the morning, I had physical education class in the afternoon. You promised to get me water yesterday, and you can't go back on your word." Qiao Ran lowered his head to eat, and choked a little when he drank a mouthful of pear soup.

The sweet taste swirled on Qiao Ran's tongue.

"I won't go back on my word." Jiuli said as she finished her meal in small bites.

Fang Hui on the side took a look and quickly lowered her head. It seemed that these two people had never been shy about anything. She felt a little envious, but she really couldn't do it.

After two political classes in the afternoon, there are two consecutive physical education classes, which are also one of the courses they look forward to the most.

Jiuli was carrying two thermoses and preparing to fetch water when she heard Fang Hui's voice. She stopped and looked back.

"Can I go with you?" He asked tentatively.

"Okay," he glanced at the two kettles in his arms.

As the school bell rang, Jiuli and Fang Hui came to the playground, where many people were already standing.

In F Middle School, boys and girls are separated in physical education class. They do some exercises and run two laps before being dismissed. Then it is free time. Fang Hui stays with Jiuli the whole time.

Many girls gathered around the doorbell and He Shasha, discussing which episode of the recently aired My Fair Princess was on, and humming a few lines of the theme song from time to time.

"Feeling it lively?" Jiuli took out a palm-sized booklet from her pocket and slowly flipped through it. Suddenly, she looked up at Fang Hui.

"No," Fang Hui refused. She didn't.

"Carnival is the loneliness of a group of people. You don't need to be envious." Jiuli flipped through the booklet and spoke lazily.

"You're right, what are you looking at?" Fang Hui's gaze was quickly drawn to Jiuli, and she no longer worried about it.

"Extracurricular books, do you want to read?" Jiuli shook her wrist.

"Okay." Fang Hui agreed quickly. Friends? She has them.