rose memory

Shen Xing ran to the flag-raising platform to sign, only to realize that his pen was still in Meng Xian's hand, but it would be up to him soon, so he had to stand where he was.

The first round was easy, the pole was only eighty centimeters high, and everyone jumped very fast.

While Shen Xing was absent-mindedly looking at the people in front of him, he glanced towards the lounge.

He saw Meng Xian and Bai Zhou approaching, and after a short look, it was him, and he jumped over.

When he turned around and went to the back of the line, Meng Xian and Bai Zhou had already walked not far away, and Meng Xian shook his pen.

Shen Xing was relieved, so he focused on queuing up and looking at the crowd in front of him.

Bai Zhou's gaze stayed on Shen Xing who was not far away, seeing that the other party was far away from the previous one, and the team was almost disconnected with him.

Bai Zhou asked: "Why does he hate contact with people so much?"

Meng Xian had already stopped playing with the pen, and now the pen was pinned in Meng Xian's chest pocket, looking like a medal.

Meng Xian asked back: "You have taught students for a year and a half, don't you know?"

Bai Zhou: "..."

Meng Xian nodded thoughtfully, and said very pretentiously, "Do you think I know him well? The way I get along with him makes you think we understand each other?"

Bai Zhou: "..."

Shen Xing had passed the ten or twenty centimeter pole in that room, Meng Xian saw Shen Xing's waist inadvertently exposed when he jumped up, and he clicked his tongue in admiration.

Suddenly he remembered something again, and his face darkened.

When Shen Xing finished the high jump and came in front of Meng Bai, he saw Meng Xian with this appearance.

Shen Xing looked at Bai Zhou suspiciously, and Bai Zhou shook his head, expressing that he was not clear.

Shen Xing stared at the pen on Meng Xian's chest with blazing eyes, stretched out his hand, spread it flat, and asked with a smile, "Can I return the pen, please?"

The expression on Meng Xian's face changed instantly.

He took out the pen and lightly placed it in Shen Xing's palm.

Shen Xing was taken aback, he didn't expect the other party to be so obedient, his hand was stiff in the air for a moment, and then he let it go.

Bai Zhou asked: "Student Shen, you have danced for so long, are you number one?"

Shen Xing said "En." and left.

It wasn't long before Shen Xing left, Meng Xian said, "It's pretty amazing, you won the first place at such a young age."

Bai Zhou couldn't bear Meng Xian's appearance, so he joked casually, "I thought you were going to touch his hand just now before leaving."

"Of course I want to." Meng Xian touched his palm and said, "But that's too greasy, and the gradual process is also a very catchy process."

Bai Zhou: "Say it as if you understand quite well."

Meng Xian replied truthfully: "Actually, I don't understand, but there is actually not much difference between falling in love and making friends. Never go too far, it is an unchanging truth."

Bai Zhou was well aware of this truth, and agreed, "That's quite right."

Meng Xian keenly sensed a hint of gossip, and asked, "Why did you express your feelings?"

Bai Zhou asked back: "Why do you think I stay with you now?"

"Aren't you looking at your students?" Meng Xian asked.

Bai Zhou retorted: "It's not just like that."

Meng Xian asked knowingly, "Then what else?"

Bai Zhou didn't speak, just stared at the basketball court.

Meng Xian followed Bai Zhou's gaze. There were many students playing basketball on the basketball court, but it was obvious that Bai Zhou was not looking at those students, but Ji Qingchuan on the wooden chair at the back of the basketball court.

Ji Qingchuan was shrouded in the shade of the trees, with a thick yellow-skinned book on his knees, probably a lesson plan, with a pen in one hand, but he didn't write, just used a support to support his chin staring at the lesson plan.

Meng Xian glanced at the people beside him, and then looked at Ji Qingchuan again.

The two are exactly the same when they are in a daze.

Just as Meng Xian was about to speak, Ji Qingchuan raised his head.

Unexpectedly, eyes met Ji Qingchuan, but Bai Zhou was not the one who met Ji Qingchuan's eyes.

Meng Xian glanced at Bai Zhou and said, "Seek good luck."

Bai Zhou's mouth twitched.

Shen Xing went to the school's dealership.

Yuncheng No. [-] Middle School has always been rich and powerful, and even the affiliated dealership has installed air conditioners, one on each side of the four corners, Shen Xing walked in and was about to push open the glass door, but his palm was startled by the cold touch and immediately withdrew his hand.

Fortunately, the people inside pulled him back, and Shen Xing was about to thank him before he saw that face clearly.

Did Song Yuan come alone? He was surrounded by a few girls, and everyone had ice water in their hands, and Song Yuan had the most.

Those girls were chatting with Song Yuan.

Shen Xing swallowed the "thank you" that had slipped to his lips.

Slightly turned sideways to pass Song Yuan.

When Song Yuan saw Shen Xing, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say a word.

When Shen Xing arrived at the door, his heart was full of disgust, and he almost forgot what he wanted to buy.

He hurriedly took a bottle of ice water, paid the bill and was about to go back to the classroom, but saw a familiar figure not far away.

The man was tall, almost at the same level as the shelves. He stared at the shelves in the stationery area. It took him a long time to reach out to pick up the items, but he didn't change them once he took them. He didn't pick and choose like other people.

Shen Xing did not hesitate, and stepped forward.

Xia Xi recognized the young man in front of him at a glance. There was a thin layer of sweat on the young man's face, and one or two strands of hair hung down from his forehead, but he didn't look sloppy, but rather casually handsome.

But let Xia Xi remember that the reason why he can firmly remember Shen Xing has nothing to do with his appearance, it's just because of how he feels about this person.

He seems to be too mature and not so mature, like a contradictory body that is constantly shifting left and right.

Shen Xing held the ice water in one hand, and lifted the other hand up and waved it as if he was very familiar with it.

"Is it Xia Xi?" Shen Xing asked.

Xia Xi replied: "Yes."

"Where's Xia Qize? You won't accompany him." Shen Xing asked.

There was a flash of panic on Xia Xi's face, but he quickly adjusted and said, "He was in the infirmary for infusion, and he caught a cold last night."

Shen Xing was noncommittal, but said: "Chu Xia is indeed easy to get sick, let him pay attention to his body."

For some reason, Xia Xi always felt that Shen Xing's words were strange.

Shen Xing really just said some decent greetings, like every enthusiastic student.

But Xia Xi always felt that there was something in Shen's jargon.

Xia Xi nodded: "Yes."

Shen Xing said, "Can I go and see him? Is he in the infirmary?"

Xia Xi was dumb.

Shen walked to Xia Xi's side, turned his head to see that no one was close to them, and said, "Xia Xi, does Xia Xize's illness have something to do with you?"

Xia Xi held his breath, it was strange, he was always bold in everything he did, he could say harsh words to the person who moved his brother, and even cut off the other person's hand, but now he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

This oppressive feeling did not come from Shen Xing himself, but from what Shen Xing said.

He said something related to Xia Qize.

It took him a long time to say: "His autism should be born."

Shen Xing raised his eyebrows with interest and could even be said to be malicious, and said, "How did he catch a cold? Do you know it in your heart?"

Xia Xi paused, and after realizing it, an abnormal blush appeared on his face, which appeared on this face between an adult and a teenager, showing a hint of anger from embarrassment.

Xia Xi closed his eyes, covered his anger, and said, "You think too much."

"You know what I'm thinking? What did you think I said just now?" Shen Xing asked.

"It's nothing!" After Xia Xi was teased, the anger in his eyes could no longer be concealed, he found an excuse and left.

Shen Xing maintained a posture as if he was whispering to someone, and stood there for about half a minute.

Half a minute later, Shen Xing turned around and saw Song Yuan behind him.

This time, there was no one around Song Yuan.

Song Yuan: "Are you good at this kind of thing?"

Shen Xing: "Go out and talk."

Grove.

Shen Xing: "What kind of thing do you mean being a matchmaker?"

Song Yuan froze: "No."

Shen Xing: "That's..."

Song Yuan interrupted: "There are so many ways for people to see their own hearts clearly, you can try to persuade them with good words, why do you want to irritate him?"

Shen Xing explained to him for the first time: "Because it's useless to persuade with good words most of the time."

Shen Xing spoke slowly, as if he meant something.

Song Yuan was silent, and for a while there were only the rustling of leaves and the communication of students passing by not far away.

Shen Xing's only patience was exhausted, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he turned to leave.

Song Yuan suddenly said: "If I say that the property transfer contract is forged, no one wants to use you, cheat your feelings, in exchange for the money your mother left you, do you believe it?"

Shen Xing had no expression on his face: "Are you trying to persuade me with nice words?"

Song Yuan was not sure what Shen Xing meant, but he still said, "Forget it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Xing showed an obvious smirk.

Then he said indifferently: "That's why I said, most of the time, it's useless to persuade with kind words." Shen Xing turned around: "Now is the most of the time."

As evening self-study was approaching, Shen Xing took out the test papers and waited for Bai Zhou to come over. Most of the people in the classroom, like Shen Xing, had already "read it", so they didn't bother to write any more.

There are also a small number of people, like the squad leader, or Chen Yao, who has high hopes from his family, are still dying.

When the bell rang, a woman walked in from outside.

This woman, surnamed Chen, was their language teacher. There was silence in the classroom for a while, and no one knew what was going on.

As soon as Mr. Chen opened his mouth, he threw out a big news.

"Well, I'm in class today, and I'll collect all the test papers."

Whispered a few words with others: "Where is Teacher Bai, isn't he in class?"

Teacher Chen coughed a few times, and the classroom fell silent.

"Ms. Bai asked Mr. Ji to borrow evening self-study. Mr. Ji didn't want to. Now it's arguing... ahem, negotiating." Mr. Chen said and turned on the multimedia without any doubt.

Ask the school committee to distribute the materials one by one, saying: "Today we are going to talk about composition. Let's take a look at the first one first, and then exchange ideas."

There was a lot of discussion.

Among them, Chen Yao approached and said, "Shen Xing, what the teacher said just now doesn't sound right."

Shen Xing kept his eyes on the white paper, knowingly asked, "What's wrong?"

"Did Teacher Bai have a conflict with Teacher Ji because of this?" Chen Yao covered his mouth like a secret agent.

The corner of Shen Xing's mouth twitched: "Maybe."