On Sunday afternoon, Shengxia received a call from Brother Li, who said that Teachers' Day was approaching and Sheng Mingfeng had prepared a gift for the teacher, and asked when it would be convenient for her to give it to her.

Shengxia had no fondness for these social events and no patience for them, so she refused and said, "No, the class is giving gifts to the teacher together."

Sheng Xia seldom refused Sheng Mingfeng's arrangements, so Li Xu was at a loss when he heard this.

Not long after I hung up the phone, Sheng Mingfeng called me.

"Do you think the teachers are dedicated? Why don't we arrange a meal together and invite all the teachers from different subjects to come."

Shengxia sighed silently, "The teachers are all very nice, but the schedule is really tight, so I probably won't have time to eat."

"Oh..." Sheng Mingfeng thought, "Okay, then you study hard, and other fathers will do a good job."

“Actually…” You don’t have to do that.

"What's wrong?" Sheng Mingfeng interrupted, "If you have any questions, ask them immediately. There are many things you kids don't understand."

"Nothing."

"Really?"

"Um."

"Okay, I heard that you guys are going to have your monthly exam soon. It's normal for you to feel uncomfortable since you just arrived. It doesn't matter if you get good grades or not. Don't always listen to your mother. You're just ruining yourself. Got it?"

"Um."

After hanging up the phone in midsummer, I turned off my phone and put it in the drawer, packed my school bag, changed into my school uniform, and went back to school early to study.

She didn't know when it started, but she could no longer concentrate while sitting at the desk in her room.

At school, in a bookstore, or in a public space that doesn’t belong to me, I can concentrate.

I rode my bike around aimlessly for a while. The weather was really too hot in the middle of summer, so I stopped wandering around and turned into the campus from the south gate.

When passing by the lecture hall, I found that the usually quiet big ball was unusually lively. The outer perimeter of the lecture hall was fully mirrored, and groups of people were rehearsing in front of the mirror.

The Affiliated High School holds a Teachers' Day party every year, which is both a Teachers' Day party and a welcome party. The main force is the freshmen of the first year of high school, and there will also be a few performances for the second and third years of high school.

Shengxia actually saw a familiar figure among the crowd, even though the black T-shirt he was wearing was so dull and inconspicuous.

Zhang Shu sat on the ground with his hands on his back. Maybe because he was hot, he pulled up the legs of his jeans and swayed his sneakers, making him look more leisurely. His face was motionless, and he looked intently at the girl in the middle of the crowd.

The girl was dancing in front of the mirror. Her t-shirt was tied up high, revealing her slender waist. Her long legs were dazzlingly white under her denim shorts. Her chestnut curly hair swung up with her movements. She flicked her hair back as she danced...

Shengxia couldn't see her face clearly, but she knew she was a beauty.

Great beauty.

Probably, she is the school beauty in the big, bloody love triangle story that Xin Xiaohe mentioned.

Shengxia tightened the handle and drove through the report hall at an accelerated speed.

Chen Mengyao danced until she was breathless and sweaty. "Take a break for ten minutes, and start rehearsing from the second section later." She gave the order and walked aside to rest. She just stood in front of Zhang Shu, looking at him with dissatisfaction and helplessness.

Came to watch her rehearsal, came empty-handed. She didn't expect any milk tea, juice or soda, but she didn't even bring a bottle of water?

A junior student beside her handed her a bottle of pulse medicine, "Mengyao, do you want some water?"

Chen Mengyao took it and handed it to Zhang Shu.

He was still sitting on the ground in the same position as before, and she was looking down at him. From this angle, her legs were straight and long. She had done lens training, so she knew it very well.

But Zhang Shu's eyes were not on her legs.

He was turning his head to look at the trees on the side of the road, took a look, turned back, and looked back again.

Chen Mengyao looked in the direction of his gaze and saw only a lush green camphor avenue. The road surface was bleached by the sun and was bare without any trace of human beings.

"What are you looking at? Prettier than me?"

Zhang Shu raised his head, dusted off his hands, and stood up, looking suspiciously at her pulse. "I don't want to drink."

Chen Mengyao just wanted to roll her eyes. Whoever was destined to be alone, take him away. She didn't want him even if he was as handsome as Pan An. "Help! Me! Untie!"

Zhang Shu took it with a chuckle, and as he twisted it open easily, he said, "I saw you were dancing quite vigorously just now."

Chen Mengyao wanted to pour her pulse on his head!

"Can you stop having a mouth?"

Zhang Shu didn't respond, handed the water back to her, took out his phone to check the time, and said, "I'm leaving now."

Chen Mengyao stopped them and said, "It's not our singing part yet. Who will guide us if you leave?"

"You, the all-around superstar."

"I give up. You might as well not come." Chen Mengyao sometimes really couldn't understand Zhang Shu. He was so hot and cold and was so proficient in playing it hot and cold. Is that enough for him?

"Ah Shu," she called him again, "Will you give me flowers at the performance in two days?"

I don't know why, but she became a little impatient.

She had many performances in the past two years and received many flowers, but the bouquet of peonies that Zhang Shu gave her at the welcome party in her freshman year of high school is the most vivid in her memory.

At that time, military training had just ended. Zhang Shu only showed up during the parade and attracted a lot of attention. His popularity was no less than it is now, and he was often talked about in the girls' dormitory.

And she received the flowers from him in full view of everyone.

Chen Mengyao can still remember the moment she took the flowers, his focused gaze, her own pounding heartbeat, and the booing and cheering from the audience.

Her vanity was thus filled. For a long time afterwards, she thought it was just vanity.

Zhang Shu walked away without stopping, and just like he did on his birthday night, he didn't look back. He just waved his hand and said, "No money."

Many junior and senior schoolmates were watching her, and Chen Mengyao was drinking a drink, but it tasted bland.

There were actually quite a few people in the classroom on Sunday afternoon. Shengxia still couldn't match the people and their names, but there were a few that she was familiar with, including Yang Linyu and his roommate Qi Xiulei. Qi Xiulei was the representative of the physics class, so Shengxia could remember them.

Day students rarely come to school during holidays, so Yang Linyu asked, "Shengxia, why are you here?"

Shengxia said, "I had nothing to do at home, so I came here."

"Unfortunately," Yang Linyu smiled with his big white teeth, "Xin Xiaohe just returned to the dormitory."

"Like this."

"I think I'll be back soon."

This Yang Linyu kept saying Xiao He on the left and Xiao He on the right, ah...

Shengxia took out her exercise book and asked, "Aren't you going home during the holidays?"

Qi Xiulei said: "My home is too far away. It takes three hours to go back and forth."

"There's nothing to do at home anyway," Yang Linyu said. "I'm already a senior in high school, so why take a break? Not everyone is Zhang Shu."

Shengxia nodded in approval: "Yeah."

Not everyone in their senior year of high school is in the mood to watch girls dance and still get first place in the exam.

Shengxia looked at the schedule. Tonight was a math evening class. The time now was just right for her to finish a set of math papers so that she could ask the teacher questions in the evening.

Just as she was about to do the timed exercises, she heard Yang Linyu and Qi Xiulei discussing a physics problem, which she had also been stuck on when she was doing it at home. So she changed her mind, took out her physics exercise booklet and went over to listen.

As soon as Qi Xiulei listed a formula, Yang Linyu slapped his forehead as if he had suddenly realized something. "Ah, I get it! Damn, why didn't I think that black chicken and Spanish mackerel are so simple!"

What exactly is Wujibayu?

Shengxia had heard Zhang Shu "scold" her like this.

Yang Linyu returned to his seat and started writing. Shengxia looked confused. How could he understand it so quickly? Didn't this make her look like a waste?

Shengxia looked at Qi Xiulei a little embarrassedly, "I don't know how to do it yet, can you explain it to me?"

"Of course, then let's start from the beginning?"

Shengxia sat down in front of Qi Xiulei, turned around and spread out the draft paper, "Yeah."

Qi Xiulei explained in great detail, and even went over the formula from the beginning, and also told Shengxia how to memorize the formula most firmly.

As Shengxia's mind raced, she couldn't help but think that the top students in the Affiliated High School were all willing to share and were good at sharing. This might be one of the reasons why they were so good. Even if she could do it herself, she couldn't explain it. When would she be good enough to explain the topic to others?

"Then I'll explain it myself." Shengxia understood it, but was afraid that she would only understand it and then forget it, and still wouldn't be able to do it.

Qi Xiulei was very patient: "Okay, I'll cover the answer."

Two heads sank on the manuscript paper in midsummer. After a while, a layer of shadow covered the top of their heads.

Shengxia was concentrating on solving the problem and didn't notice that Qi Xiulei looked up and bumped into his chin. He cried out in pain and rubbed his head, "A Shu, what are you doing? You're scaring me!"

Midsummer paused and then raised his head.

Zhang Shu stood up straight, stroking his chin with one hand and rubbing Qi Xiulei's head with the other hand. Or, it would be more appropriate to say, "rubbed" and said, "Don't cry, don't cry, Dad will blow on you..."

Qi Xiulei was furious: "...Sunzi, get out of here!"

Taking advantage of each other in addressing each other is the same regardless of whether the school is important or not. In the summer of No. 2 Middle School, I often heard boys calling each other "Dad" and "Grandpa", and I really couldn't understand their interest.

She shook her head and continued to solve the problem.

Yang Linyu turned around and asked, "Ah Shu, why are you here too?"

Qi Xiulei said: "This word '也' is very spiritual."

Zhang Shu: “Just passing by.”

"Oh, you went to watch the rehearsal?" Yang Linyu understood, "How was the show this year? Did you find anything good?"

Zhang Shu: “I didn’t notice.”

Yang Linyu said: "So you went to see a lonely person?"

Zhang Shu did not deny it, "I'm too idle."

Yang Linyu: "Why don't you tell us about the topic?"

"Oh," Zhang Shu pulled over a chair and sat down in the aisle to block the way, "Do you have anything to ask?"

A look of gift.

Shengxia lowered her head and pursed her lips secretly.

"Oh, unfortunately, there really isn't one," Qi Xiulei pointed at Shengxia, "Shengxia does have one, but you two are desk mates, so why not ask at any time?"

Zhang Shu curled the corner of his mouth. Haha, unfortunately, she really didn't ask. Instead, she liked to go far away instead of near.

"Which question?" Zhang Shu moved closer to look at her draft book.

Shengxia quickly closed the book and stood up, "I figured it out. I'll go check the analysis."

After she finished speaking, she stood up, but Zhang Shu was sitting in the aisle, blocking her way, so she went around from the seat next to her and returned to her own seat.

Zhang Shu: ...?

Does he have the plague that makes her so nervous?

Qi Xiulei and Yang Linyu looked between the two of them.

Qi Xiulei: "Did you bully others?"

Yang Linyu: "Xin Xiaohe will not let you off."

Zhang Shu also stood up and put the chair back to its original position. "Boring, let's go."

Shengxia spent the whole day immersed in mathematics and felt dizzy.

Unexpectedly, during evening study, the math teacher handed out another test paper of his own making. We had to finish it within one hour and then check the answers. The explanation would be given on Monday morning.

The questions were all multiple-choice questions. Shengxia got 7 out of 15 wrong, which was just over half. She glanced at Xin Xiaohe on her left, who got 4 wrong, Lu Youze behind her, who got 4 wrong, and Hou Junqi in front of her, who hadn't finished and got 6 wrong.

Is she on the same level as Hou Junqi?

Zhang Shu on the right...

No need to check, they should all be correct, because he never missed a mark on the test paper after picking up the red pen. Shengxia knew that he only marked the wrong questions when marking the papers, and would not tick every correct question like she did.

"Waste of ink," he had said before.

Since we were not allowed to lecture, the teacher wrote the answers on the whiteboard and asked us to look at the answers to see if we could understand them.

When Shengxia was thinking, she couldn't help biting her lips, and now her lips were almost turning white.

Suddenly, a ball of paper appeared on her paper, passed from the right.

She looked at Zhang Shu and he motioned for her to open it.

The teacher was writing on the blackboard with his back to them. Shengxia sighed softly, but still opened the page. It was the corner of a piece of draft paper, torn very casually.

There is a line of words on it: [Any questions? ]

Shengxia wrote under that line: [? ]

Then I didn't fold it and handed it back to him.

After a while, he threw it back and folded it again in a serious manner. Shengxia opened it again and saw the words: [You can ask me.]

Shengxia wrote: [No.]

Zhang Shu replied: [You know all of them? ]

What does that mean? Can’t she do it?

Midsummer wrote: [Is it not possible? ]

Zhang Shu saw these three words and laughed briefly, very softly. In fact, when she read them in her tone, they were still gentle, but they really sounded like lifting a bar, which was really rare.

Shengxia frowned and looked over.

The impression of "lifting the bar" was that Zhang Shu looked like she was glaring at him, but he had no temper at all. Instead, he felt very happy being glared at. He lowered his head and wrote under her glare.

Shengxia saw a smile on his face and wrote: [Okay, of course, you are the best.]

Very perfunctory, not a bit sincere, midsummer is speechless: [= =]

Zhang Shu replied: [If you don’t know, just ask me, don’t go out and embarrass yourself. ]

Shengxia did not comment on this "gift": [Oh. ]