Chapter 105 Good Friends

"I know the academic workload is heavy for senior year. This year, the Arts Festival is the week after the refocusing exams. By then, the results will be out and the pressure will be less. You and He Miao can just practice casually over the weekend and be confident on stage. It'll be absolutely fine."

[It's my last year now, so I'll make some good memories with my friends on campus. I'll go talk to Teacher Ding.]

Now when the music teachers of No. 1 Middle School mention He Miao, they have long since changed from the student He who played the triangle by the door to the student He who played the piano in the provincial troupe.

Since Teacher Xiao He was not there, Su Xia was secretly happy.

She took a screenshot and immediately forwarded it to He Miao, "My dear, are you going?"

He Miao is the real king of rolls.

They were busier than usual during the holidays. It was the last summer vacation before senior year of high school, and their schedules were filled with cramming classes in various subjects. They were so rare that they could only meet and have a meal together when the provincial troupe occasionally rehearsed for a small performance.

I thought I would have to wait a long time for a reply after sending the message this time, but I didn't expect the other party to reply immediately.

【Go, why not go. 】

[Wow, it makes me so sad to say this. It really is my last year. I usually criticize No. 1 Middle School every day, but now I feel so reluctant to leave.]

He Miao sent a saluting puppy emoji: [Ready to go to war with Your Majesty at any time.]

Su Xia shot back a pleading kitten, "Unfortunately, your king has fainted and cannot go to war at the moment."

Are you free tomorrow?

He Miao: [Rehearsal?]

Su Xia: […Come out for some fresh air, my dear Miaomiao.]

You can also come to my house and try on the clothes you want to wear to the art festival. My mom is not here, and I feel so lonely all by myself.

[It's your last free weekend, are you willing to just stay home and count down the days until school starts?]

That’s true.

Although the reputation of No. 1 Middle School has not been as good as that of the affiliated middle school next door in the past two years, it is still a traditional and old high school. It is well-organized from top to bottom and from inside to outside. The senior students start school a week in advance, and the teachers start school even earlier than the students.

Starting from last Monday, teachers of all subjects in the senior year have returned to school to prepare lessons together. The "Class 4 Group with Teachers" that had been silent for a summer vacation has become active since then, and messages from Teacher Ding have come one after another.

Sometimes he urged students to complete their homework carefully, and those who returned to school empty-handed would be killed without mercy; sometimes he called and chatted with parents one by one based on the simulated scores for key universities and ordinary universities based on the final exams of the previous semester. It was like a dark cloud looming over the city, threatening to destroy it.

In her previous life, Su Xia believed that she had Su Xiaojuan to support her. She never took her grades seriously and didn't have much feelings about the college entrance examination. Now, with a completely different mindset, she found that the atmosphere was really contagious.

It's not just depression and anxiety, but a mixture of eagerness and excitement.

It makes people feel that the past is over, and they are now like seeds, only one step away from breaking through the soil.

Everyone has a share of sunshine and rain. How many small leaves and flower buds will grow in the future, and how tall and strong they are, all depends on herself.

He Miao wants to go to Communication University, and Su Xia wants to go to Beijing.

The two girls were ready for a big fight, but before that, they were ready to do it as usual:

Forget all this for a while, eat, drink and walk on the street, treating it as a farewell expedition.

It was still raining heavily in Jiangcheng on Friday, but the next day the sky was clear and sunny. The scorching sun made people lose all desire to play, and they even gave up the idea of ​​going to the water park.

After watching a mediocre animated movie and having a delicious meal with ordinary taste, Su Xia dragged He Miao into the car and went home to start picking out clothes.

He Miao's parents both work in state-owned enterprises. Although they are not very wealthy, they are considered a well-off family.

Children who grow up in families with low material desires either have a strong desire to stand out or are born with no imagination about money. He Miao is the latter.

When she pushed the door open and saw Su Xia's house's unparalleled view of the river, she realized that there really were people living in the spacious mansions seen on TV, and playing badminton in the living room was not an exaggeration at all.

This was her good friend's home. He Miao was filled with pride and her exclamations of "wow" never stopped from the moment she entered the elevator. "Your Majesty, how come you really live in the palace?"

Su Xia just ran back from the kitchen, holding a box of iced strawberry milk in each hand and handed it to her with a straw. "......?"

"Your house is too big, woo woo."

He Miao took it and took a big sip. "If my dad was as capable as Aunt Su, we would have a golden plaque nailed to the door frame of our class long ago. It would have nothing else to say, just his name and company, with a line of small words in the lower right corner saying, 'My daughter He Miao is in the class.'"

After she finished speaking, she remembered that her good friend came from a single-parent family and had only her mother since childhood. She covered her mouth nervously.

“…I don’t mean anything else.”

Su Xia shook her head nonchalantly, her lips curled up, "That at least shows that your father is quite proud of you."

A complete family is good, but their family is not bad either.

Su Xiaojuan started from scratch and built this "palace" for her brick by brick. Is there any mother more capable than her?

Su Xia didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

She is also proud of her mother.

"It's okay. When I failed the test, he ran away again, saying that I inherited my mother's genes."

He Miao scratched his head. "Next time, come to my house. Our house is a bit crowded, but my mom's cooking is really delicious. Her pancakes are amazing. Everyone who has tried them says they are good."

"Does Aunt Su never cook?"

This is a real female president.

Su Xia sat side by side with her on the sofa, pursed her lips and leaned back, teasing the female CEO, "Yes, I'm good at making tomatoes with sugar."

The two girls looked at each other and giggled meaninglessly for a long time.

Friendship at this age is always pure.

The campus is as inclusive as amniotic fluid. The cold walls that will separate people in the future, such as class, wealth, origin, and completely different ways of eating, dressing, living, and traveling, have not yet been built.

As long as you and I cherish each other and move forward hand in hand, we will be good friends that no one can separate.

Su Xiaojuan runs a women's clothing business. She has had plenty of beautiful clothes since she was a child. She declutters once a year, but Su Xia's closet is still packed to the point of bursting with dresses of various materials, sparkling necklaces and ear clips, and everything else.

He Miao has rarely worn a skirt.

But when you are with high-energy friends, you can accept even the most unfamiliar things quickly.

From refusing three times in a row, to half-heartedly agreeing, to wearing whatever Su Xia gave her, it only took He Miao half an hour to completely lose all desire to resist.

The two of them were of similar height, and she was several times thinner than Su Xia. It just so happened that the dress was easier to make smaller than to make larger, so she could pinch it on the back to see the effect.

Su Xia, the sister at the stall, had her bloodline awakened. She ran around for the entire afternoon to help her friend. By the time both of them finally agreed, it was already getting dark outside the window.

A cruise ship decorated with colorful lights sailed across the river, and high-rise buildings on both sides lit up with neon lights.

In the huge dressing room, the floor, the mirror, and the wardrobe were all covered with scattered puffy skirts.

The two girls squatted in the middle, facing each other, sharing the campus gossip they had heard during the summer break, like two happy little birds in a gorgeous nest.