rose memory

Early the next morning, Shen Xing almost stumbled when he got up from the bed. The quality of his sleep last night was so low that he almost didn't sleep at all. He went to the bathroom top-heavy, brushed his teeth in a daze, splashed cold water on his face, and woke up. Mostly.

Stepping on the bell to enter the classroom in No. [-] Middle School is basically equal to being late.

Coincidentally, it was the morning self-study with the Chinese teacher he had the most trouble with, so Shen Xing was reprimanded and liked to mention the empty corridor for 10 minutes.

He readily accepted, put his bag on the window sill, took out his Chinese textbook and began to read. Although everyone said that the third year of high school was tough, but the second year of high school was not easy, so he naturally wouldn't waste time waiting in the corridor.

When the bell rang again, everyone in the classroom rushed out to the cafeteria.

Seeing that everyone inside had left, Shen Xing entered the empty classroom alone.

When Song Yuan came in, Shen Xing was lowering his head to do reading comprehension, his white and slender fingers were holding the pen from last night, and the tip of the pen drew a horizontal line under a certain sentence.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at Song Yuan, then tapped his knuckles on the upper left corner of the table, signaling Song Yuan to put the paper there.

Song Yuan put down the test paper and had no intention of leaving.

Shen Xing wrote a "C", looked up at Song Yuan, his eyes were as alienated as looking at a stranger.

Song Yuan: "You don't even have breakfast with them?"

Hearing his words, Shen Xing thought it was funny, but he didn't laugh, fearing that if he smiled, this person would think he was recognized and wantonly radiate the glory of the Holy Father.

Shen Xing lowered his head, he had already read the question in a few seconds, he chose an answer, and then continued to look down, as if "too lazy to care about you".

As if the pause button had been darkened, both of them remained silent.

"I told you to have breakfast." Song Yuan's attitude suddenly became tough.

Shen Xing paused the tip of his pen, leaving an unsightly black spot on the test paper.

"Are you looking after me?" Shen Xing put down his pen, stood up and leaned against the back of the chair, and said, "In what capacity are you looking after me? Brother?"

Song Yuan looked at Shen Xing, and listening to the other party's indifferent words, his heart was mostly cold, and he retreated a little: "Then you should at least go buy some snacks..."

"Can you get out?" Shen Xing interrupted Song Yuan, put the test paper into the drawer, and left the classroom.

A small garden was built behind the teaching building of No. [-] Middle School. It was early autumn, and the golden daisies in the southeast corner were leaving behind a group of flowers to be beautiful alone. He is very irritable.

The accumulated irritability exploded when someone covered his pamphlet.

Shen Xing looked up and saw a familiar face.

He changed into a more usual black wig, which only reached his shoulders, a pure white shirt and black trousers. He was neat and tidy, looking like a strong woman, which was quite different from the look he had in the bar that day.

Meng Xian put his hand on Shen Xing's booklet and said, "Didn't your teacher teach you not to read in the sun?"

Shen Xing was forced to accept other people's kindness twice in a row, and his heart seemed to be on fire, stirring up all his internal organs to scald him.

"Taught it, but I didn't listen to it. Can anyone enter a holy place like a school?"

Shen Xing was still sitting without getting up, probably because the person in front of him was wearing women's clothing, they were one tall and one low, and it was strange that he didn't feel oppressed.

Meng Xian touched his nose, thought for a moment, and said, "Of course not, but of course I'm different from others."

Shen Xingxin said, why are you different from others, because you are a man disguised as a woman?

Meng Xian saw through Shen Xing's little Jiujiu at a glance, smiled generously, and said, "That's not true, my Meng family is one of the shareholders of Yuncheng No. [-] Middle School."

Shen Xing: "Really?"

Meng Xian's smile stagnated, and he subconsciously nodded.

Shen Xing got up suddenly, walked around Meng Xian for a while, smiled from a distance, and said, "Only ghosts will believe you."

Meng Xian: "..."

When Shen Xing returned to the classroom, many people had already returned. Song Yuan was in his third year of high school and his first class was going to start early, so he had obviously left.

About ten minutes before the start of the first class, he saw many people gathered around the seat beside the podium in the first row - that was the seat of art committee member Chen Manxin.

He glanced over, not intending to get involved.

He sat and brushed the questions, and someone came over after a while.

Chen Manxin held the registration form, held a strand of blue silk behind her ear with her left hand, and said softly, "Student Shen Xing?"

Even though Shen Xing knew the reason for Chen Manxin's visit, he still pretended to be puzzled: "What's the matter?"

"Student Shen Xing, I have reserved a high jump for you..." Chen Manxin's voice became smaller and smaller, and it took him a long time to gather up his courage again: "I don't mean to force you to apply, but you... got the first prize last year. one."

Shen Xing: "En."

Chen Manxin was dumb, her little face flushed red.

"Give me the watch." Shen Xing smiled: "Give it to me and I will report."

After Chen Manxin left, Lu Yao leaned against the wall and said, "Shen Xing, you can do it, I see you are teasing the school girl!"

Shen Xing turned his head: "School beauty?"

Lu Yao blinked, and said in disbelief, "You don't know? It was just released on a school forum yesterday, and the competition was fierce..."

Seeing that Lu Yao was about to talk again, Shen Xing hurriedly said, "I don't play that."

Lu Yao saw that Shen Xing really didn't care about this, so he didn't say any more, he didn't quite understand the way of life of his deskmate.

He had been at the same table with Shen Xing for more than a semester, and he considered himself the person closest to Shen Xing in the whole class, but he still couldn't understand many of Shen Xing's actions.

If you want to use a metaphor, Shen Xing is like a Buddha. Shen Xing restrains himself so strictly, but he doesn't seem to know why he is self-disciplined. He can't see Shen Xing's desire for a prestigious school.

But when Shen Xing came, there was obviously no companion by his side, so who was it for?

During lunch break, Shen walked to the corridor and wanted to go along the corridor to pick up water. On the way, he looked up at the garden——

There is no one around the daisy flowers, the autumn wind leaves a few fallen leaves, and the gravel road is not very clean.

Shen Xing suddenly couldn't figure out why he was looking there, he turned his head as if nothing had happened, and bumped into a person.

It was a tall man, and Shen Xing was bumping into his chest.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity came to his mind, Shen Xing was about to raise his head when he suddenly saw the figure of the dean behind the person in front of him.

Not allowed to leave the classroom during lunch break, Shen Xing sneaked out of the classroom while the school committee was asleep, but bumped into the patrolling dean, Shen Xing felt cold, apologized to the person in front of him hastily, and then returned to the classroom.

He sat in the classroom for a while, but the dean didn't follow him. He thought the dean might not have seen him.

Meanwhile, in the hallway.

Meng Xian was chatting with the teaching director.

The dean's surname is Zhang Mingchengsan, and it is said that he is the fourth son in the family, but Meng Xian never asked whether it was true or not.

Zhang Chengsan is middle-aged now, showing some signs of gaining weight. The top of his head is as bright as a light bulb. He was stunned for a moment when he saw Meng Xian, then smiled and said, "Xiao Xian? Why are you here? Go back and have some tea?"

Meng Xian went to Yuncheng No. [-] Middle School for a while, and although his academic performance was not top-notch, he was always a worry-free child. Even without mentioning his family relationship, Zhang Chengsan still had a good impression of Meng Xian.

Meng Xian smiled and said, "No need for Uncle Zhang, I'll find someone."

"Looking for a friend? Have you found it? Do you want your Uncle Zhang to help?"

Taking advantage of Zhang Chengsan's squinting and smiling while Zhang Chengsan was talking, Meng Xian glanced at the classroom that Shen Xing had just slipped into, and saw that the child was lying on the table and dozed off, so he replied, "I found it, and after I said a few words, I'll come back right away." gone."

Zhang Chengsan felt a little bit reluctant, and asked, "Really don't want to come for a ride? It's rare for you to come."

Meng Xian smiled again, feeling that his face was going to freeze from laughing, he hurriedly said, "It's really unnecessary."

Seeing that Meng Xian really didn't mean anything, Zhang Chengsan said goodbye and left.

After Zhang Chengsan left, Meng Xian took another look at Shen Xing.

The child had been lying on the ground for quite a while, and Meng Xian saw that the other party just raised his head, his eyes were moving restlessly, ready to move, and the meaning of investigating the enemy's situation was ready to come out.

Shen Xing glanced at the class board——

Senior Two Class A

It turned out that this child was only a sophomore in high school, so it's a pity that he is not an adult.

Meng Xian chuckled, raised his long legs, and walked in the other direction from Zhang Chengsan's exit.

Shen Xing suddenly had the feeling of being stared at. He looked up and looked around, but only saw a dozen or so heads in the classroom, and no one passed by in the corridor outside the classroom, except for a few birds taking a rest.

Shen Xing felt that he was a little more sensitive again, it seemed that the sequelae of his previous neurasthenia hadn't fully healed.

During the Chinese evening self-study, his thoughts were in a mess. The teacher was talking about the entrance examination paper for the first year of high school. This test paper is mainly to judge the level of freshmen, and the difficulty is not low.

Shen Xing didn't understand much at all, and when he got a headache, he felt that his mind was full of mush, and his condition was very bad.

Their Chinese teacher obviously still remembered that he was late for self-study, asked a question and clicked on Shen Xing to answer.

Shen Xing raised his eyes and scanned the words on the blackboard.

Chen Yao desperately wrote "C" on Shen Xing's thigh, but as far as Shen Xing knew, Chen Yao's Chinese scores were always low, and the answers he gave were not credible.

But at least let Shen Xing know that this is a multiple-choice question.

Shen Xing pretended to be hesitant and thoughtful, and took the opportunity to quickly scan the blackboard, but unfortunately, there were no multiple choice questions on the blackboard.

There is not much writing on the blackboard in the Chinese class, let alone multiple-choice questions.

Shen Xing wanted to look down at the test paper, but the language teacher threw a piece of chalk and hit Shen Xing between the eyebrows.

Shen Xing instantly woke up.

"I'm sorry teacher, I didn't listen." Shen Xing obediently admitted his mistake.

The Chinese teacher was stunned for a moment. The student admitted his mistake so well, but if he pursued it again, he would appear to be aggressive and reckless.

The Chinese teacher only nodded, and said earnestly: "Sit down, and listen carefully."

"En." Shen Xing sat down.

Chen Yao was stunned at the side, and said in a low voice, "If you can let Teacher Liu spare your life, you really can't be judged by appearance..."

"What do you mean by appearance? Do I look weak?" Shen Xing turned over the test paper. He didn't listen to the lecture just now, and the first page was already over.

"Isn't it? Look at the forum..." Chen Yao quickly shut up.

Shen Xing glanced at him suspiciously: "What forum?"

Before waiting for the answer, Shen Xing noticed that the Chinese teacher looked over, and began to listen carefully again.