When I found the heroine as a boy

Gossip is always the fastest thing to spread, even the cold of winter and closed classroom doors can't stop it.

During Xia Wanshuang's evening self-study, she overheard someone in class discussing the matter that the guard caught the person who was fighting on the first floor.

"Really?"

The front row was full of enthusiasm and gossiped with the tablemate, and got a surprised reaction from the tablemate.

"Yeah, I heard that there were four beating people. When old man Wei rushed in, all four of them wanted to run away. Old man Wei and the other one pulled two of them together, which was funny."

There was a boy in the front row, and his gestures were very vivid, just like a witness on the spot.

"Which class is it?"

"Class [-]."

"Sure enough, their class, their class teacher is also very unlucky, and such a thing happened."

The school divides classes by grades, so naturally there are good classes and bad classes, and the bad classes are always linked to thorns and troubles, which is unavoidable.

Xia Wan listened to it, took a sip of hot water, and continued writing physics questions.

Zhou Qinglang didn't look up from the beginning to the end, blocked everything except Xia Wanshuang, immersed himself in his homework, showed [-]% seriousness, and even had to correct the wrong questions after finishing the homework.

Zhou Qinglang is actually very strong, self-respecting, and face-saving, especially when he said in front of Xia Wanshuang that he wanted to take the first place, then he must take the first place.

Zhou Qinglang on the basketball side has a good foundation, and the training intensity is not high. After playing basketball, taking a shower, and eating, he rushed to school to study and do his homework in the evening.

The basketball team does not have to go to evening self-study. Lin Qiushui used this as an excuse to curl up whenever he could, but Zhou Qinglang would come back because Xia Wan was both present.

Xia Wanshuang didn't understand a few physics and chemistry questions, so she didn't ask them until Zhou Qinglang finished writing them.

Xia Wanshuang's humbleness as a liberal arts student is that when it comes to physical chemistry, it is no different from studying it all over again, and it is also very difficult.

Zhou Qinglang twirled his pen, took a blank piece of paper and gave Xia Wanshuang a silent lecture, for fear of disturbing the students around him.

Zhou Qinglang wrote and wrote, Xia Wan nodded, and then Zhou Qinglang continued to write.

The front row once joked that the two of them always acted in black and white silent movies behind his back. Zhou Qinglang glanced at him and disagreed.

How could this be a black and white silent film? Every time he gave Xia Wan a double lecture, Zhou Qinglang thought it was an idol drama.

Each frame is colorful and sweet.

Zhou Qinglang peeked without leaving a trace, and before Xia Wanshuang found out, he turned his eyes back to the draft paper.

That line of sight is much lower-key than the cold wind howling outside the window, silently like a bud quietly blooming on a branch in March.

Gently, even the owner who planted the tree didn't notice it.

Xia Wanshuang just rescued a student who was being bullied casually, and didn't intend to make a show of it. Even on the day of the phone call, when she went to the toilet to watch, she covered most of her face with her scarf.

It's not that I'm afraid of being troubled, but I really felt cold that day.

In Xia Wan's heart, she didn't think that helping others might be a problem.After all, this is still a school, and those bullies are also students, and they don't think they will be recognized, but unexpectedly, fate is so coincidental.

Even if the weather is very cold, we still have to raise the national flag and hold a speech under the national flag. This is the rule of the school on Monday.

Of course, speaking under the national flag and reviewing under the national flag are also rules.

The four bullying girls have to go up to do a self-criticism, and someone has to go up to give a speech to encourage the basketball team and the final entrance exam.

The selection criteria for students who speak under the national flag are naturally good grades, and good eloquence is even better. Xia Wan's double speech ability is very good, and the manuscripts he writes are very impressive. He is the best candidate for this speech.

This time, the order of giving speeches under the national flag was to encourage first and then review. When Xia Wan stepped off the stage, she passed by a girl who was about to give a speech with her head down.

The girl suddenly raised her head and looked at Xia Wanshuang's back for a long time.

"What are you looking at?"

The person standing next to her spoke.

"That person looks familiar to me, who is that person?"

"Who knows, good student."

The girl behind him answered without saying anything, and yawned in the cold wind.

"I always feel like I've seen her somewhere."

"Class [-] is on the sixth floor, and we are on the second floor. Where are we going to meet? Maybe we met outside the school gate, or she gave a speech under the national flag before, and I have to go up to do a self-criticism later. It's so annoying. .”

The other girl also had a sleepy voice, and said indifferently.

"No, it should have been recently, I really... I remembered!"

"Wang Miao, why are you so surprised? The old man asked us to go on stage."

Wang Miao didn't have time to say anything else, she gritted her molars and looked at the people standing in the first row, her whole body was refreshed.

Xia Wan didn't see the glances from above, her mouth was a little dry after some impassioned speeches, especially the cold wind in winter, which swished into her mouth.

Zhou Qinglang stood in the back row of the line, carrying a miniature cup in his pocket, filled with hot water and soaked wolfberries, and asked the students in front to pass the cups one by one.

The students watched blankly as the bottle was passed to the front, and everyone had the same idea.

Is such a good sister sent by the country?

When Xia Wanshuang received the hot water, she looked back in a daze, but soon realized who handed it over, and looked towards the back.

It's a pity that the distance is too far, and only a vague face can be captured. The teacher coughed lightly, Xia Wan turned back, unscrewed the lid and drank the water with wolfberry scent.

After school, Xia Wanshuang didn't go out to eat, but went to the basketball court with a lunch box.

In winter, several teenagers wore one-piece long sleeves, dribbled and passed the ball, and practiced the movements repeatedly.

Zhou Qinglang was the most conspicuous one among them, his movements were sharper and crisper than the boys, he tricked the boys in front of him with a fake move, he jumped and dunked, and his short hair was shaking slightly.

The youthful breath emanating from the slender body couldn't be concealed, and it was growing vigorously and recklessly. While Xia Wan lamented the vitality of the child, she also had an inexplicable feeling that she was already old.

"Sister, why are you here? It's so cold here."

Zhou Qinglang threw the ball to Lin Qiushui and ran over, his face still flushed after exercise, although he said so, but his expression couldn't hide his joy.

"Let's have dinner together. I made more at noon and made soup when I went out in the morning."

"Then let's go to the sheltered place above to eat, and it will be cold later."

Next to the basketball court, there is a big step for onlookers to cheer. There is a room at the top, which is the place where the physical education teacher rests during physical education class. There is nothing inside, only tables and chairs, so the door is not locked.

"Do you have my share of the delicious food?"

Lin Qiushui ran over anxiously. He wore the least amount of clothes. Others wore long sleeves and he wore short sleeves. Xia Wan looked cold at both eyes.

"What to eat, this is for me and my sister, you can find Qian Lan to eat."

Zhou Qinglang stretched out his hand to drive away, Lin Qiushui still wanted to take a share of the two lunch boxes, dreaming.

"Me and her..."

Lin Qiushui touched his sweaty hair, hesitant to speak.

"What's the matter, with this expression, tell others that they don't like you?"

Zhou Qinglang raised his eyebrows, thinking it shouldn't be, that day in the video game city, the girl looked at Lin Qiushui and smiled happily, and the atmosphere between the two seemed to be quite good.

"She said she wanted to study hard and just wanted to be friends with me."

Lin Qiushui spread her hands, but her expression was not too sad.

"Aren't you sad?"

Xia Wanshuang participated in the topic and asked curiously. After all, this was Lin Qiushui's first love, but Lin Qiushui didn't seem particularly gloomy when he was with them.

If it wasn't for Zhou Qinglang's questioning this time, Xia Wanshuang and the others wouldn't know that Lin Qiushui and Qian Lan were out of the question, and they would have thought that Lin Qiushui and Qian Lan were on fire.

"It's sad, because of this, I have been studying hard for several days, to see what the charm of this thing is, it can actually surpass me, and then after studying for a few days, I found that it seems to be really attractive."

Lin Qiushui had a serious face, but it was obvious that the two friends on the opposite side thought he was joking.

"Qiu Shui, if you are really sad, just tell us, don't hold it in your heart."

When Lin Qiushui mentioned Qian Lan, he was so happy. Now that she is rejected, how could he heal himself with such a ridiculous reason.

"Then can I have the qualification to eat with you?"

Lin Qiushui's humble inquiry was met with ruthless opposition from Zhou Qinglang.

"I didn't tease you, but it's not that sad. Just take it easy. After all, I just failed, not being dumped."

Lin Qiushui is usually open-minded, heartless, and very good at guiding himself. Although he feels regretful, he really doesn't feel that the world is falling apart. The blow to him is not as good as Zhao Tianhang said that he was going to leave that day.

Knowing that Lin Qiushui was not pretending to be happy, Zhou Qinglang waved him away again.

In fact, at the moment when he heard the news, Zhou Qinglang thought about whether he should tell Zhao Tianhang.

The second idiot you fell in love with before doesn't have anyone he likes anymore, congratulations!

But think about it or forget it, Zhao Tianhang's problem is not a problem of whether Lin Qiushui likes Qian Lan or not.

It's not Qian Lan, maybe it's Zhao Lan, Qian Lan, Sun Lan, Li Lan, there's no need to say anything.

Zhou Qinglang took Xia Wanshuang to the small house above, which was fully equipped with tables and chairs.

Xia Wan took out a tissue to wipe the table and chairs, and took out the lunch box.

It is not complete to say that there are two lunch boxes. One is a multi-layered rice bucket with rice and rice, and the other is a round box with ribs soup.

The soup is ribs soup cooked in a special rice cooker, simmered slowly over low heat, the meat is soft and melts in the mouth with a sip, the soup is not oily, and has a sweet taste.

Cai Xiawan double-cooked shrimp with cashew nuts, diced chicken with spicy peppers and fried lotus root.

Meat is basically eaten by Zhou Qinglang, and Xia Wan is a vegetarian.

"Is the pork rib soup good?"

Xia Wanshuang gave Zhou Qinglang a pair of chopsticks shrimp, thinking that if Zhou Qinglang liked it, he could make it often.

In the past few days, the child is playing basketball and studying. It is hard work and needs to be supplemented.

"Delicious."

Zhou Qinglang swallowed the soft and chewy shrimp, bit the tip of his chopsticks and smiled at Xia Wan.

"I like to eat the dishes made by my sister the most. The dishes made by my sister are the best."

Zhou Qinglang saw his confession carefully, and looked at Xia Wan's pale and red face.

It's delicious, I really want to eat it for a lifetime.

Seeing that he couldn't eat now, Zhou Qinglang sighed inwardly with some sadness.

"It's not as exaggerated as you say."

Xia Wan smiled and shook her head, thinking in her heart, maybe this is the smell of her mother.