Before she knew it, Zhen Tian was facing her final exams, and the weather was getting colder. But even in winter, the lowest temperature in H City was still in the teens. Getting through the winter only required wearing two long-sleeved shirts.
The school has also issued winter uniforms. Just wear them over your summer uniform and you'll be ready for winter.
Zhen Tian has caught a cold recently, probably because she stayed up too late reading novels at night, resulting in lack of sleep and the cold weather.
When I arrived at the classroom, I saw Ye Qingyan playing something.
"What is this? There's so much of it?" Her nose was stuffy, and she spoke in a muffled voice.
"Love letters." There were at least a dozen letters on Ye Qingyan's desk.
"Huh?" Zhen Tian thought she had misheard.
"Love letters? Can you believe that people still send love letters these days?" Ye Qingyan shrugged.
"Hey, things are looking good!" Yang Feiguang walked over casually, picked up a few opened letters and looked at them.
"This is so old-fashioned. I thought we were still living in the 1980s. What, your smile is like a spring breeze... um..." Yang Feiguang hugged himself and shuddered dramatically.
"Hey, this is pretty good, it's innovative, and it even comes with a WeChat QR code. This is great, take a look at what this person looks like." Yang Feiguang showed Ye Qingyan the paper with the huge QR code.
"I've already seen it." Ye Qingyan waved her hand away from Yang Feiguang's hand, which was blocking her view.
"So, how about it? Handsome, right? Someone with such a fresh idea should be alright, right?" Yang Feiguang asked gossipyly as he approached.
"Uglier than you!"
Zhen Tian chuckled: "I'm sorry, Brother Yang, I didn't mean to laugh."
They got to know each other well during this time, and at Yang Feiguang's insistence, everyone started calling him Brother Yang. He said it gave him the air of a mafia boss.
"What do you mean uglier than me? Is there anyone more handsome than me?" Yang Feiguang jumped up and down.
"There are plenty!" Ye Qingyan rolled her eyes at him. "Haven't you met Zhen Tian's brother? Putting them aside, Shao Junli is better looking than you."
“I won’t say anything about Sweetie’s brother, he’s really handsome.” Yang Feiguang sat down again. “But I’m not convinced by Shao Junli. Look at my tanned skin, the standard for an athletic boy. Look at Shao Junli, he’s so pale, he doesn’t look like a man at all!”
"Who are you calling not a man?" Shao Junli smacked Yang Feiguang on the head from behind.
"Hehehe, you're here." Yang Feiguang grinned foolishly.
"What's this? Love letters?" Shao Junli picked up the letters Yang Feiguang had just read from Zhen Tian's desk. "For you? Who sent them?"
He asked Zhen Tian.
"No. It's Qingyan's." Zhen Tian shook her head.
"Aren't you envious, Jun Li? So many love letters from Qingyan. I've never received so many in my entire life."
"And what about yours?" Shao Junli asked, looking at Zhen Tian.
"Me? My love letter?" Zhen Tian pointed to herself with her finger: "I didn't have one."
"No one gave it to you?" Shao Junli's voice was filled with undisguised surprise.
"No!" Zhen Tian said innocently.
Yang Feiguang also realized something was wrong. He touched his chin, pretending to be an expert stroking his beard: "Now that you mention it, it doesn't make sense. Our sweet girl is so pretty, how come she can't even receive a single love letter?"
“Yeah, right!” Ye Qingyan chimed in, joining in the gossip: “If I were a guy, I’d definitely like someone like Tian Tian, not someone like me. How come I’m more popular than Tian Tian?”
"If I didn't know you weren't that kind of person, I would have really thought you were showing off." Yuan Yuan heard Ye Qingyan's ambiguous voice as soon as she entered the classroom.
"Yuanyuan, what do you think?" Yang Feiguang recounted the gossip they had been discussing to Yuanyuan: "Analyze the reasons behind this."
Yuan Yuan glanced expressionlessly at the expectant group of people and said, "That's easy."
"What what?"
"Shut up, listen." Ye Qingyan punched Yang Feiguang.
"Tian Tian lives like an invisible person every day. Nobody outside the class knows her. Qing Yan is always running around and is the class monitor who often runs errands for the teacher in different classes, so naturally everyone knows her."
"That makes sense." Yang Feiguang clapped his hands and exclaimed in admiration, "You're truly amazing!"
The bell rang, and everyone returned to their seats.
Ye Qingyan hastily stuffed the love letter back into her desk drawer. She then pulled out her homework, waiting for the class representative to collect it.
Days passed one after another, and after the final exams came the winter break.
However, in order to improve their college entrance examination pass rates, schools directly arrange make-up classes during holidays.
"Although we gave you a three-day break after the final exams, don't get too carried away. Think about how well you did on the finals." Yang Tian stood on the podium and announced the holiday arrangements: "Even if you don't have homework, you should still preview the following material. Here's how our holiday is arranged: we'll start make-up classes in three days, from the 29th of the first lunar month to the 7th of the first lunar month. We'll come back for make-up classes on the 8th."
"Then when you come back in three days, don't forget to bring your tutoring fees. The class monitor, Yuan Yuan, will collect them then."
"Okay, teacher."
"Alright, I won't waste any more words. School's over. Those on duty, finish your duties before you leave."
Yang Tian left after he finished speaking.
Today's duty was supposed to be between Ye Qingyan and another girl, but the girl had menstrual cramps and left after her exam. Afraid Ye Qingyan would be bored, Zhen Tian stayed with her. Yuan Yuan, Shao Junli, and Yang Feiguang also stayed behind.
With two big boys around, the cleaning duty time is much faster.
Yang Feiguang, while mopping the floor, asked, "How did you all do on your final exams?"
"Well enough!"
“That means you did very well on the test.” Yang Feiguang concluded Shao Junli’s words: “It seems you’re still number one in our class.”
Where is Yuanyuan?
"Not bad." Yuan Yuan wiped the windowsill with a rag.
"Never mind, I shouldn't have asked you two top students. Where are Tian Tian and Qing Yan?"
Zhen Tian thought about it seriously for a moment: "Would you believe me if I said I don't remember what the exam was about?"
"I believe you!" Yang Feiguang nodded.
"Okay, I really don't remember, I just know I don't seem to know anything about it." Zhen Tian was a little discouraged.
"Add one." Ye Qingyan raised her hand: "I fell asleep halfway through the math exam, and the teacher woke me up when they were collecting the papers, that's when I realized I was asleep!"
"Hahaha, you're hilarious!" Yang Feiguang said, brandishing the mop in his hand.
"Sweet."
Suddenly, a clear, cold voice, not belonging to any of the five people, rang out.
Zhen Tian turned her head and looked towards the classroom door.
"Zhizhi?" Zhen Tian dropped the blackboard eraser and hopped over. "Why are you here?"
Ji Yuzhi caught the small figure who rushed up to him and brushed the chalk dust off her hair: "I know you have your final exams today, so I'm taking you home."
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