Chapter 145: That top student, come over and talk about the topic 4

"Oh, I'm cooking, stop making trouble."

Grandma said helplessly: "It will be ready soon, go to the sofa and wait."

"good."

Mingnan rubbed her back and then reluctantly let go.

Shredded potatoes were the last dish. All the dishes were ready after they were served. Mingnan helped to get the bowls and chopsticks to serve the rice. The two of them didn't need to use the dining table to eat, so they just sat on the sofa and ate with tea.

While eating, grandma kept picking food for Mingnan, "You must be tired from studying, eat more to replenish your body."

"I also bought a bag of walnuts. They say walnuts are good for the brain. You can take them to your room and eat them later."

"Don't you want to eat?" Mingnan moved the bowl away, "I can't put it down anymore, you eat it, grandma."

"What else do you want to add to my tofu pudding?" Grandma gave her another piece of meat.

Mingnan couldn't persuade her and ate half a bowl of rice.

After washing the dishes, she collapsed on the sofa, listening to the sound from the TV and looking at the afterglow of the setting sun coming in through the window. She was in a trance for a moment.

She hadn't felt this kind of home atmosphere for a long time.

"It will rain on Monday, remember to bring an umbrella when you go out." Grandma patted her hands.

Mingnan came back to his senses, nodded and said, "I understand."

Grandma looked at her lovingly, reached out and gently touched her hair, and asked softly: "How have you been these days? Can you understand the lessons? Are you getting along well with your classmates?"

"Okay, everything is fine." Mingnan held her hand and placed it on his face.

Years of hard work have made grandma's hands rough and dry, but they are still warm, and the old silk thread in her palms makes people feel indescribably at ease.

"It's hot, grandma, don't be reluctant to spend that little bit of electricity. Turn on the air conditioner, or the fan, and don't overheat yourself."

"Well, I'm not stupid, don't keep thinking about me."

Grandma glared at her in pretend anger, stood up, let go of her hand and said, "Okay, go do your homework, I'll cut some fruit for you."

"Grandma is so nice~" Mingnan smiled and went over to give his grandma a kiss on the face. The kiss stunned her and she didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

Mingnan picked up his schoolbag and went back to his room with a smile.

Grandma laughed, "Tsk, this child..."

She touched the place where she was kissed, smiled, and hummed a tune as she went into the kitchen.

As Mingnan entered the room, her expression turned cold. She took out a piece of paper, sat down, twirled her pen for a while, and made a revenge plan.

…

It really started raining early Monday morning.

Mingnan walked out of the door holding an umbrella towards the bus stop. When she passed by a breakfast shop, she saw someone coming out. She subconsciously took a look and was startled.

Under the dim sky, people are hurrying to and fro in the breakfast shop.

The boy's school uniform was brand new and white, and he stood tall and straight, like a graceful magnolia flower standing on the steps.

He didn't seem to have brought an umbrella, and he hesitated for a moment as he looked at the continuous raindrops under the eaves.

"Shen Yang——"

A crisp sound suddenly rang out, and Shen Yang looked up, and saw the girl who bumped into him that day jumping over the puddle with an umbrella and walking towards him quickly.

Behind her was a lead-gray sky, dark traffic, and everything was dim. She was like a fluttering butterfly, fresh and lively.

Her raised face was without any makeup, and was clean and beautiful.

Shen Yang's eyes darkened slightly as he looked at her steadily.

"Meeting is destiny, shall we go together?"

Mingnan stopped at the bottom of the stage and tilted the umbrella toward him.

Her umbrella can be used in both sunny and rainy days. It is silver-pink on the outside and orange, pink and white on the inside. It looks like oil painting or cream and is quite dreamy.

She stood under the umbrella, and the whole world was bright because of her.

Shen Yang retracted his gaze, shook his head and said, "No need."

"Really? If you walk over like this, your clothes will get wet."

Mingnan took a step after him.

Shen Yang raised his eyebrows, "How do you know I didn't bring an umbrella?"

"I guessed it, and now it seems I guessed it right." Mingnan smiled, "It's just a matter of convenience, you really don't want to go with me? Do you hate me, or are you shy?"

Provoking someone always works, especially on young boys, and Shen Yang is no exception.

He looked at Mingnan for a moment, then suddenly reached out and grasped the handle of the umbrella, and took the umbrella over easily.

He held the umbrella in one hand and put the other hand in his trouser pocket. He leaned forward slightly to look Mingnan in the eye and said in a deep voice, "Thank you, but I'll do the umbrella work. You're a little short."

Mingnan: “???”

Three minutes later, the two of them shared an umbrella and headed towards the bus stop.

From the back, Shen Yang's umbrella was a little crooked, and was tilting towards Mingnan.

The drizzle, the floral umbrella, and the two young men standing side by side looked so well matched, like the beginning of a romantic story.

However, when viewed from the front, both of them had no expression and were silent, just like two unfamiliar people who were forced together.

205: [Host, are you angry? ]

Mingnan: [Oh, why should I be angry? I am short, so what? He is tall, why doesn't he become a telephone pole? If he has the guts, he can poke a hole through the earth!]

The person beside him suddenly stopped in his tracks. Mingnan looked at him unhappily, "What's wrong?"

Shen Yang hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and suddenly asked, "I don't know your name yet."

"Mingnan."

"Which two words?"

"Ming is as clear as day, and Nan is as clear as day. I won't turn back until I hit the south wall."

Don't turn back until you hit the wall?

Shen Yang nodded, "I see."

Why does this sound so awkward?

Mingnan narrowed his eyes and continued walking forward, "Shen Yang, do you have any opinion about me?"

Shen Yang immediately followed and handed the umbrella forward, "No."

"Then why do I feel that you speak in a weird way?"

“Illusion.”

"You treat everyone like this?"

"Um."

Mingnan: “…”

She took a deep breath and smiled, "Can I ask you a question?"

Shen Yang: “Hmm?”

"How did you survive to this age?"

This mouth is full of hatred.

Shen Yang met her accusing look and actually smiled.

The smile was so light and shallow, so quick that it seemed like Mingnan's illusion.

It's short-lived, but it's hard to forget.

"Maybe I'm just lucky."

Shen Yang's eyes slid across her face and landed behind her, and he said softly, "The car is here."

…

Mingnan and Shen Yang said goodbye at the entrance of the teaching building, and then... met again at the entrance of the classroom.

Mingnan: “?”

She took a step back and slowly looked up at the class sign: Class 1, Grade 3.

That's right.

She noticed Shen Yang didn't move, so she asked hesitantly, "Do you still have the habit of sending people off to the west?"

Shen Yang pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and said in a gentle voice, "No, I'm giving it to myself."

Mingnan frowned, "Did you transfer here?"

"Transfer school." After saying these two words, Shen Yang entered the classroom.

Mingnan was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "It really is fate."

Many people had already arrived in the class. They were talking in groups of three or four, or copying homework. When they saw Shen Yang coming in, everyone was stunned and immediately quieted down.

Shen Yang ignored everyone's curious gazes, walked straight to the empty seat in the last row, sat down, took out a book and read it by himself.

Mingnan was sitting diagonally in front of him.

When she sat down, Shen Yang lazily raised his eyelids, then quickly lowered them again.