After walking through the formation, Shengxia stood there like a mascot and took photos with classmates.

One after another, group after group, Shengxia's smile became a little stiff.

The giant Pikachu walked towards her, followed by the thin Zhang Shu and his friends.

Several boys were wearing their respective class uniforms, colorful. They were all tall and had good temperaments, and were particularly eye-catching.

When Pikachu came to Shengxia, he twisted his butt left and right, bumped Shengxia with his tail, and said "Pika Pika Pi Ka Qiu". Then he turned around and said, "Beauty, do you want to take a photo with the cute Pikachu?"

This deep voice, sung in a pinched voice, was so cute that it gave me goosebumps all over my body and made Shengxia laugh.

Zhang Shu rolled his eyes, "Isn't that disgusting?"

Liu Huian said: "Old Hou, you have to know your limit when it comes to being shameless!"

Wu Pengcheng sighed: "You'd better stop talking. Beauty and Pikachu instantly turned into Beauty and the Beast."

Han smiled and said, "Beauty, reject him!"

Pikachu didn't care, muttering, "You guys are jealous!" He ran to Shengxia and called Zhang Shu, "Ah Shu, take a picture for us!"

The doll's huge feet accidentally touched the edge of the skirt, and Pikachu jumped out, with only the upper body approaching and one foot raised, bouncing up and down.

If you didn't know that Hou Junqi was standing inside, it would be really cute.

Shengxia also approached with her head tilted.

Zhang Shu was holding a mobile phone. In the picture, the girl stood gracefully, like a pure white jasmine growing in a precious golden container, purer than the moon and brighter than the sun.

When he saw her at the classroom gate in the morning, a line of poetry suddenly popped into Zhang Shu's mind: The lotus is not as beautiful as the beauty's makeup.

What did Fu Jie say?

It has shape and posture, is dignified and calm, shy but calm, melancholy but bright.

Thinking of Fu Jie, the song "Jasmine Flower" rang in his ears again, fragrant and white, praised by everyone, "Let me pick you and give you to..."

Send a hammer, waste lyrics.

"Ashu, have you taken the photo?" Pikachu urged.

With a click.

"Okay." Zhang Shu said.

Pikachu refused, "Take a few more pictures, take a few more pictures, what if I blink?"

Zhang Shu laughed, "Who can see you blinking?" You are confused anyway.

"Oh, yes." Hou Junqi suddenly realized and stood up straight, "Ah Shu, can I take a picture for you?"

Zhang Shu replied: "No."

"Come on, take pictures, why not? Let's take pictures together!" Han Xiao pushed Zhang Shu.

Liu Huian also shouted, "We want to shoot too!"

Pikachu shouted: "There is no goddess in your class? Why are you blocking our class to take pictures? Get out of here!"

"Hey, Ah Shu hasn't said anything, what are you talking about?" Wu Pengcheng looked at Zhang Shu jokingly.

The most embarrassing time is midsummer.

They were such a noisy group that they attracted the attention of the crowd wherever they went. They even attracted the attention of the campus reporters.

Han Xiao grabbed Yang Linyu who was standing beside him and handed him Zhang Shu's phone, "Take a picture of us!"

Several people huddled together and said, "Take more pictures!"

Zhang Shu was pushed very close to Shengxia. The girl's unique fragrance filled his nostrils. Dreams flashed through his mind. He calmed down and took a step towards Hou Junqi without leaving a trace.

The sleeve of his T-shirt brushed lightly against Shengxia's shoulder, and she took in all his distant movements.

Zhang Shu looked too serious, so Yang Linyu said, "Shu, smile a little?"

Zhang Shu followed suit, raised his lips, and gave a fake smile. Yang Linyu said, "Forget it, you'd better stop laughing. It feels wrong to treat the goddess as a good idol drama and turn it into a horror movie."

Zhang Shu: …

midsummer:……

After a few clicks, Yang Linyu returned the phone to Zhang Shu and asked, "Can you take a look at it?"

Zhang Shu locked his phone in his pocket, not caring about the picture. He glanced at the girl's frozen smile and asked Han Xiao and the others, "Do you want to stay in our class?"

"Let's go, it's so hot." Hou Junqi was the first to respond. Just as he was about to take off his hood, Zhang Shu held him down and scolded him, "Have some conscience and don't ruin the girl's fantasy."

Hou Junqi: ...

Some people came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

Yang Linyu came over to pass on a message: "Xiao He and his team have gone to training. I told you that if you need any help, just call me."

Shengxia nodded: "Okay."

She looked across the runway, at the backs of Pikachu and the boys.

From the moment they met at the classroom door in the morning, it seemed as if he had never even looked at her straight in the eye.

After taking the photos, Shengxia wanted to go back to study, so she did not stay in the stands to watch the ceremony and went to change into her dress alone.

The stick on the locker room door had been taken away, leaving only a chair blocking the door.

Shengxia had just taken off her skirt and had no time to tidy it up when she heard voices outside.

"Are you all blind? You are obviously prettier than her. Shengxia's clothes are just pretty, or they are fake. Why are you so flattering? I am speechless. I don't know what is going on. It seems that our homeroom teacher and Chinese teacher are all trying to please her! Even the people in our dormitory are the same. I really don't understand."

When Shengxia heard her name called in an unfriendly tone, she paused as she was about to open the door.

This voice is Zhou Xuanxuan.

Then a boy sneered, "Her makeup is weird, I don't know what style it is, it's all mixed up, very tacky."

It must be that makeup artist.

Another girl echoed, "Everyone will pay extra attention to new faces, there's nothing to compare. Xuanxuan, don't be angry. But what's wrong with Zhang Shu? Why do I keep hearing people say that he's pursuing Shengxia?"

"What are you chasing after?" Zhou Xuanxuan snorted, "Just chatting."

"Isn't he just chatting with our Meng Yao...about some other people?"

Zhou Xuanxuan said: "Well, since I can't catch up with the queen, I'm rebelling. I flirt with the little white rabbit and see how shy the little white rabbit is, which satisfies my self-esteem."

"Okay, stop nagging me about other people." Chen Mengyao's voice was also very cold.

Zhou Xuanxuan realized that judging from today's makeup style, Chen Mengyao is the little white rabbit and Shengxia is the queen.

She was eager to save the situation, and said, "I think Zhang Shu sent Shengxia here today just to piss you off. You are still the protagonist of the whole show today."

Chen Mengyao took off her crown and jewelry, and looked at the necklace she bought with a deep gaze, "Childish, I don't care anyway, don't mention it."

She only found out about it when he asked Zhou Yingxiang to buy it for her from abroad. She thought it was a gift for her, but after looking at the price, she knew it was not a gift. He had never given her anything valuable, or any other girl.

But now she was a little panicked. Who did he buy the one for? Shengxia?

Someone else came in from outside and there was a commotion.

Shengxia leaned against the wall, her whole back stiff and her vision becoming increasingly blurry. She then realized that tears were welling up in her eyes. She raised her head and carefully wiped away a little of the tears from the corners of her eyes.

My hands are cold.

There was a knock on the door. "Is anyone there?"

"Yeah." Shengxia responded, fanned her face, picked up her dress and opened the door.

It was a commotion outside. The goddesses from each class were taking off their makeup and hair, removing their jewelry, and looking for things everywhere. Few people paid attention to who came out of the dressing room, except for a few people sitting at table number 4.

Zhou Xuanxuan stared at Shengxia in amazement, not sure whether she heard it or not, because the room was well soundproofed.

The man and woman beside her were also obviously stunned and stood there stiffly.

Chen Mengyao was concentrating on removing her false eyelashes, but her eyes were always following Shengxia's figure through the mirror - she walked by without looking around, her expression unrequited, and her slender body exuded a sense of awe.

That was something that wasn't there in the usual midsummer when I kept my head down.

"Shengxia?" Zhou Xuanxuan was the first to greet, tentatively.

Shengxia was folding her dress. "Hmm?" He turned around, as if he had just seen her. There was no emotion in his eyes. He spoke softly, "Xuanxuan, can you help me fold my dress?"

Zhou Xuanxuan breathed a sigh of relief, forced a smile and went over to him, "Okay!"

The skirt was very big. Shengxia held one side and Zhou Xuanxuan held the other. The two stretched it out and Shengxia got closer to Zhou Xuanxuan. When they were closest, Zhou Xuanxuan heard Shengxia ask in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Xuanxuan, are you curious about me?"

Zhou Xuanxuan was stunned and felt a sudden chill down her spine.

Before she could react, Shengxia took the hem of her skirt from her hands, handed the skirt back to her, repeated the folding motion, and said as she approached her again, "Talking about others behind their backs... the protagonist would never do that."

Zhou Xuanxuan cooperated woodenly, and Shengxia no longer looked at her.

The dress in her hands was of noble texture, with fine velvet, intricate three-dimensional embroidery, and delicate stitching. Although she had never seen the original, Zhou Xuanxuan knew that it was not something that could be rented for 600 yuan.

Shengxia folded the skirt and put it back in the box, then stood up and said to Zhou Xuanxuan, "If you have any questions, you can ask me in person later."

Her tone was so gentle that people around her thought it was just the two of them chatting.

Zhou Xuanxuan froze completely——

Shengxia heard it, heard it completely, or perhaps heard it from the first sentence. She was telling her that she had something to say to him.

He also made a sarcastic remark about her statement "You are the protagonist".

Zhou Xuanxuan didn't move for a long time until Shengxia left with the things in her arms.

She couldn't describe how she felt.

In her impression, people like Shengxia, even if they heard it, would just pretend not to hear it, hide and wipe their tears secretly, return to the class and live in peace, would not tell anyone, and would not carry a gun or a stick openly.

Today, midsummer is like a cat that suddenly stretches out its soft pads of flesh, revealing its sharp claws.

If you think about it carefully, these two sentences are not that powerful. If anyone in the class said them, Zhou Xuanxuan would not take it seriously, nor would she feel that they had any lethal power. But she is Shengxia?

That midsummer who always walks with his head down?

The summer that would blush if someone looked at her for a few more seconds?

Even the middle of summer cannot describe how I feel now.

The sadness of being maliciously slandered faded as I walked out of Room 105. The pleasure of verbal revenge? Not really. The worry about future relationships with classmates? There was a vague feeling, but it was also easing.

Growing up in a complicated family background, she knew how to make herself feel better since she was a child. Although Sheng Mingfeng had not known her for a long time, Sheng Xia learned a lot from him about the ways of the world and judging people.

On the one hand, they despise people like Zhou Xuanxuan, who they call "backdoors" and "fawning", but on the other hand, they fear and respect them. If one day they have these, or even just get close to them, they will want to show off to the whole world.

When dealing with such people, keeping silent is never a good way. Appropriate toughness is the way to survive.

Shengxia understood many principles early on, but rarely put them into practice.

She didn't know if the way she handled things today was the right one, but since she had already taken this step, she might as well just go with the flow.

To her, Zhou Xuanxuan was just a passing guest.

She knew that the depression in her heart was not because of Zhou Xuanxuan, but she couldn't figure out why.

It's so congested that I can't find any clues.

Shengxia didn't know how she carried so many boxes back. When she entered the classroom, she received shocked looks from everyone in the room. At that moment, she was like a King Kong Barbie.

She put all the boxes on the table. Her arms were stiff from holding the same position for so long that she couldn't straighten them. If she stretched them a little, her muscles would ache. Her hands were still shaking when she made the call.

Sheng Mingfeng was in a meeting, and Li Xu answered the phone. Sheng Xia asked him when he would be free to come over and take the dress back.

Li Xu was confused and asked, "Why do you want to take it back? Is it inappropriate?"

Shengxia said: "No, it's appropriate, the activity is over."

"Then you can just keep it."

Shengxia frowned slightly: "Don't you need to return it?"

Li Xu thought that Sheng Xia was worried about the disciplinary impact, so he smiled and replied, "I don't need them. I bought them with my own money. They are not gifts for favors. You can keep them without worry."

Bought it?

If the rent is several thousand, how much would it cost to buy it?

Sheng Xia knew Sheng Mingfeng. He had a poor family background and had always maintained a frugal lifestyle. He was casual about food, clothing, housing and transportation. He was not pretending to be so intimidating to his colleagues and superiors. However, he had a social status, broadened his horizons and had a high standard. He could accept his family occasionally consuming expensive items. He would not seek fame to prohibit it, but he would not encourage or promote it either.

Zou Weiping grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth and likes low-key luxury the most.

This should be entirely handled by Zou Weiping.

This is difficult to do in the middle of summer.

How should she deal with such expensive clothes? Taking them home was out of the question. Telling Sheng Mingfeng? Sheng Mingfeng and Zou Weiping would probably have another fight.

In just a few short seconds, countless "places to hide the skirt" flashed through Shengxia's mind, but they all flashed by and were rejected by her.

Shengxia stood at the bottom of the corridor stairs, holding her cell phone, at a loss as to whether she should contact Zou Weiping herself.

But she had never dealt with Zou Weiping alone for all these years, so how could she bring it up?

Suddenly, she heard the voices of Hou Junqi and Zhang Shu coming from above her head, accompanied by the sound of tapping footsteps. They should be coming down from the building.

"Send me the photo?" Hou Junqi said, "Post it on Weibo and Moments to show off."

Zhang Shu said, "What are you showing off?"

"Showing off my class goddess?"

Zhang Shu said, "What does it have to do with you?"

"It has nothing to do with me, but it has something to do with you, okay?" Hou Junqi said cheerfully, "Ah Shu, who do you think is prettier, Sheng Xia or Chen Mengyao? Several dormitories are placing bets, do you want to be the next one?"

Zhang Shu replied: "Boring."

Hou Junqi said: "I didn't expect Xiao Shengxia to have such a good figure?"

The sound of a slap hitting flesh was particularly loud, accompanied by Hou Junqi's cry of pain, "Fuck, Ah Shu, what are you doing!"

"It's okay if your computer is infected, but don't let your brain be infected," Zhang Shu said word by word, and finally added, "Don't daydream."

"I don't have any intentions! What are you thinking? Just brag. Is it okay to brag?" Hou Junqi said in a very aggrieved voice, "Send it to me?"

The two people's voices were getting farther and farther away. Shengxia guessed that they had already entered the classroom, so she came out from the stairs.

Through the glass door of the classroom, she could still see the boy's broad shoulders and handsome back of his head.

She suddenly didn't want to go back to the classroom.

I didn’t want to sit next to him, I didn’t want to “look coy,” I didn’t want to—chat with anyone.

At this moment, those harsh words circulated in Shengxia's mind again:

Just chatting...

Can't catch up with the queen and flirt with the little white rabbit...

The shy look of the little white rabbit and little deer bumping into each other...

Satisfy your self-esteem...

Zhang Shu brought Shengxia here just to piss you off...

…

…

Just chatting.

To piss you off.

A sour feeling spread in the throat.

At this terrible moment, Shengxia understood what the lingering depression in her heart was about - perhaps she was experiencing a strange emotion called love.

It doesn't seem wonderful.