Shengxia had just returned to the dormitory when a message came in on her cell phone.

Song Jiang: "Come out for a moment."

Shengxia replied: "What's wrong?"

Song Jiang: "I'm outside the door."

At the same time as she saw the message, her roommate came back and winked at Shengxia, "Senior, is Senior Zhang Shu waiting for you outside?"

Another lowered his voice, "He asked us to help you."

Shengxia held up her crutches. The schoolgirl was about to come over to help her, but she had already done it herself. She said a little embarrassedly, "Thank you, I can do it myself."

"Senior is so considerate!"

“…”

It was the peak time for people to return to the dormitory, and people were coming and going. The girls all turned around to look at Zhang Shu curiously.

He was still in his leisurely state, leaning against the railing and browsing his phone. The midday sun cast a halo around him.

"What's wrong?" Shengxia asked as she walked out of the door. I don't know if there is anything that can't be said on QQ.

Zhang Shu: "Can you sleep?"

midsummer:……

Zhang Shu: "I'll take you out for a walk."

Take a walk? Shengxia looked down at her legs. She raised her eyes, her eyes saying: Are you sure?

"Is your car still at school?" Zhang Shu asked.

Her bike was indeed there. She hadn't ridden it since she was injured on the day of the school sports meet, and it had been in the carport ever since.

"Um."

"Do you have your car keys with you?"

"exist."

Zhang Shu: "Okay, go get it."

Shengxia was a little confused. Whatever he thought, it was just one thing. She glanced at her watch and said, "It's time for lunch break."

Where can they go in such a short time, let alone take her with a cripple who has difficulty moving.

Zhang Shu smiled and said, "The first class in the afternoon is physical education. I will take you to class."

When Shengxia sat in the back seat of Xiaobai's car after a long absence, the wind rustled past her ears. As the car sped up, she slowly came to her senses - it was too crazy.

Class!

She had never missed a class in all her years of study, even though it was just a physical education class, and even though she didn't have to attend it because of her leg injury.

However, this was still considered a series for her lifetime, and she could not ignore the frantic beating of her heart and the rush of blood when she heard the proposal.

The desire to break free from the constraints and shackles made her forget everything else.

He seemed to see through her, and without waiting for her to agree, he rubbed her head and said, "Go get the key."

In front of her, the boy had a broad back and bare arms. His school uniform jacket was now on her, and he was only wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt, which was very thin.

Or the one with only one rivet.

The rivets lead up to his neck and the back of his beautiful head. His fluffy hair was flying all over the place, but it always kept a nice shape.

Good-looking people all have such obedient hair.

Shengxia couldn't help but reach out and poke the rivet.

Zhang Shu straightened his back and tilted his head, "What are you talking about?"

was discovered.

I thought he wouldn't feel this slight touch.

Unable to hear the voice behind him, Zhang Shu asked, "Are you cold?"

"Not cold." His clothes were all on her, so how could she be cold? "How about you? Are you cold?"

Zhang Shu slowed down the car and turned his head slightly. "It's quite cold and there's a strong wind behind us. How about you hold me?"

Shengxia's body stiffened.

What on earth was he talking about! Was he taking advantage of the wind to act like a hooligan? Did he think she couldn't hear him because his voice was so soft?

Her responsive heartbeat gave it away, and she heard it clearly.

There was silence at the back.

Zhang Shu laughed briefly, stopped provoking her, and said, "It's not cold, we'll be there soon."

Almost there?

"Where are you going?"

"You'll know when you get there."

"oh."

The car turned into Binjiang Park and drove slowly along the riverside trail.

Zhang Shu's breath was filled with the fragrance of an unknown flower. He was just about to ask an encyclopedia what flower smelled so good when he heard a girl's soft voice behind him, "I'm holding a cane, so I can't block the wind for you..."

At the same time, he felt his clothes being pulled at his side. He looked down and saw the girl's tender hands tightly grasping the corner of his clothes...

The wind could not enter his clothes.

Zhang Shu smiled silently, feeling that the whole world was filled with fragrance, making his whole body feel comfortable.

What is this thing called "not being able to block the wind for you"? Who really wants her to block the wind?

The car stopped at the small square on the riverside.

Shengxia knew this place, but she had only glanced at it a few times when passing by on the bridge and had never been there.

There was once a plan to build a riverside concert hall here, and a floating stage was also planned to be built next to it. Now the floating stage is floating on the river, but the concert hall has not been built. The municipal government has changed it into a stepped viewing platform, which retains some of the ruins, giving it a bit of the feeling of a Roman Colosseum.

She once heard Sheng Mingfeng say that if this place could be revitalized, it would become a new landmark of NNU, but due to the complicated historical entanglements, attracting investment was a huge problem, so the plan was eventually abandoned.

Zhang Shu helped her out of the car, and the two of them found a clean place to sit down by the stairs.

This place is only visited by some old men and women dancing at night, and is rarely visited during the day.

The river breeze was blowing, bringing a cool breeze. Shengxia returned his coat to him and said, "I'm not cold."

Zhang Shu didn't answer and said calmly, "I'm not cold either, you can put it on your legs."

Shengxia didn't listen to him and wanted to put it on him from behind.

She sat on his left side, and naturally moved closer to his right shoulder. Zhang Shu noticed her movements and turned his head to refuse.

The tip of his tall nose brushed lightly across her smooth cheeks, and both of them were stunned.

There was total silence and time stood still.

Zhang Shu stared at the delicate face so close to him. The white, dense hair danced in the afternoon sun.

Shengxia was completely frozen.

His nose was incredibly close, standing straight up like the back of an iceberg.

Everything about him seemed particularly vivid, with a unique sense of power and sharp aggression - the bridge of his nose, Adam's apple, jawline, and the sharpness in the corners of his eyes.

She stood still, her eyelids slightly raised, unexpectedly meeting this sharp edge.

She met a pair of close, playful eyes.

With a "bang" sound, it was as if something like a hot water bottle exploded in my heart.

The outside is intact, but the inside is in disarray.

She quickly let go, and the coat fell loosely around his shoulders.

"Ahem." Zhang Shu coughed, turned his head, and said calmly, "My father died here, at this construction site."

Shengxia suddenly looked up at him.

Is his father gone?

Zhang Shu seemed to have predicted the girl's reaction. "You don't need to look at me like that. I wasn't born yet, so I don't have any feelings. To be more ruthless, I didn't even know him."

Shengxia just looked at him steadily.

She once mistakenly thought that he had a bad temper because he was spoiled by his family.

"I've never met my mother either. She said she left after giving birth to me. My sister raised me. How old was my sister then?" Zhang Shu looked Shengxia up and down, and measured on her head. "She should be the same age as you are now."

He spoke in his usual casual tone, without any ups and downs, but Shengxia's heart was tossed around like on a roller coaster.

"I told you not to look at me like that!" The young man took a glance and saw that the girl's eyes were dark and gloomy. He raised his hand to rub her head and said helplessly, "It seems that I didn't get to the point well. You are even more unhappy?"

Shengxia didn't expect her involuntary reaction. He was paying attention to her. She slowed down and said, "Although they are gone, they must have loved you very much, so they named you Shu."

"My parents are not well educated. This name must have been given by my sister."

“…”

"Then your sister loves you very much too. To her, you are timely rain and a blessing from heaven."

Zhang Shu was a little surprised. "You are the first one around me who knows the meaning of this word. Have you looked it up?" He looked as if he understood it. "Yes, it's not surprising that you know it, as an educated person."

Shengxia: ...Should she thank him for the compliment?

Zhang Shu didn't wait for her to respond, and continued: "My sister has never married, so I have always hoped that she can have a good home. The premise is that I can manage myself well and have my own way in the future. But before, my grades were not good because I didn't like to study. Studying was really hard. Later, when I wanted to study, I looked back and found that I had fallen behind. So I was the same as you at the beginning. I was too goal-oriented and too far-reaching. At that time, I stagnated because my mind was too confused and a mess."

Shengxia listened quietly without saying a word.

Recall that Wang Wei also said that Zhang Shu’s academic performance was not good when he entered school, so he was placed in a parallel class.

"So I understand your current situation. You put too much pressure on yourself. You want too much proof that you can be strong." He stood up, walked to the next step, and then looked back at her. "That day in the hospital..." He seemed not good at talking about this aspect. He stopped and chose to skip it. "You are living and studying with two contradictory educational methods and two completely different expectations..."

In midsummer, my hands clench and my eyelashes tremble.

I had only met her parents once. No, I hadn't even met them in person. I just heard a few sentences of their conversation, and they hit the nail on the head.

Is he really only seventeen years old? The Zhang Shu in front of him seemed completely different from usual.

There were many emotions in her eyes. Zhang Shu paused and suddenly hesitated, not knowing whether to continue the conversation.

But the girl whispered, "Then what should I do?"

What to do.

In fact, Zhang Shu didn't want to talk too much about truth with her, but she seemed to need it.

"Putting aside these two completely different expectations, what about your own expectations? Which university do you want to apply to?" Zhang Shu asked.

Shengxia shook her head, "My ability is limited..."

"My abilities are limited. I don't know which university I can get into, or which major I can study?" He interrupted her and continued her conversation.

Shengxia looked at him in surprise.

"I'm not a roundworm. You said that last time in the bookstore," Zhang Shu smiled knowingly. "Look, you have such a far-reaching goal and want to leave something in this world, but you don't even have the university you want to go to..."

Shengxia lowered her head again, "Because this is not something I can decide. This is not just my business."

"This is your business alone," he said firmly.

“Even if it is not true, you should still treat it as such. It is your own business. Which university you go to, how many points you get in the exam, which difficult knowledge point you overcome, are all your own business and have nothing to do with other people’s expectations. Only by doing your own thing and controlling your own steering wheel can you find the clearest path.”

Shengxia said: "If it was really just me, I would have studied liberal arts. I probably don't have a brain for science."

Zhang Shu stared at her for half a second: "Perhaps liberal arts is indeed more suitable for you, but this is helpless, it is a foregone conclusion. Moreover, I don't think that those who study science are smarter than those who study liberal arts. Textual logic is the most basic logic in the world. The earliest expression of all logic is text, and the ultimate of all sciences is philosophy. The logical structure in your text is so clear, and your thinking is extremely active, sensitive and precise. Who dares to say that you are not smart?"

No one has ever told her that she is smart.

Shengxia's heart trembled slightly.

"How can you boldly study science if you have the assumption that you are not suitable for it?" Zhang Shu looked into the helpless eyes and tried to speak from her "cultured" perspective: "It is true that you should look ahead when walking, but that is only for tall people. If you can only crawl at the moment, then just look at the road within arm's length. Grab the handholds wherever there are. After passing this muddy section, stand up again in front."

"Arm's length away..." Shengxia murmured.

"Just do the questions in front of you and read the books in front of you. No matter whether it is science or liberal arts, no matter what relationship it has with your long-term goals, I must know how to do this question, I must remember this knowledge point, and I must master this method. Don't worry about other things... what system, what basics, what key questions, what cost-effectiveness of improving scores, these classifications and theories are not suitable for you to think about, and you don't have to be obsessed with the gains and losses of a single subject and a single exam."

Yes, she always worries that her foundation is not solid, and thinks that she should first consolidate the previous knowledge points before going deeper; sometimes she is too obsessed with systematization, and wants to figure out the reasons for each subject. She draws many mind maps densely on the notebook, and will panic if one link is missing. When she actually has to do the questions, how can she remember these systems...

Come to think of it, it's really just self-admiration, it's useless.

How does he know everything?

"Will I still be in time?" she asked almost unconsciously.

Zhang Shu said: "I can't give you chicken soup. You have to stay absolutely sober at this time. You have to believe that you can do it, but you also have to accept that you may not be able to do it. You have to understand that it won't work every time, but you have to firmly believe that it will work next time. No matter what happens today, wake up and it will be a new morning."

Shengxia looked at him. From this angle, she had to look up slightly. The boy looked lazy, but there was light in his eyes.

She seemed to finally understand why he was so strong, and he should be so strong.

Zhang Shu: "In fact, these are just lofty talks. The most important thing is that you should be happier and more casual. If you don't understand, just ask and continue learning. It's just a test paper. Don't take it too seriously. Learning can also be pure."

"Really?"

"Really," Zhang Shu nodded, "You have sorted out the wrong questions very well, but you didn't look at them carefully. It's impossible to improve your score overnight. This is the first time that the math exam covers all the content of the three years. The knowledge points are numerous, scattered and detailed, so the average score is low. It's not that you haven't made progress. You are so smart and work so hard, you won't have a bad grade."

Two seconds later he added: "I meant the end."

The tone is light and the words are sharp.

She looked a little dazed, and after a long while, she murmured, "I kind of believe that when Han Xiao approached you to chat, he was completely devoted to you..."

Zhang Shu was stunned. He didn't expect her to react like this. He smiled and said, "Really? I often feel like I'm a philosopher."

midsummer:……

He just said that philosophy is the ultimate of science.

The light disappeared, and a narcissist emerged from the black hole.

Zhang Shu saw that she was finally relaxed and smiled, "Where did you hear all this? What else did you hear about me?"

I also heard about the unspeakable things between you and the school beauty.

Of course, Shengxia didn't say it, she just lowered her head and grabbed her pants.

Zhang Shu laughed, took a step forward, stepped onto the step where she was sitting, and suddenly came in front of her, looking at her straight in the eyes, "So you are also devoted to me?"

Pipe, pipe, pipe——

The river water crashes against the shore with overwhelming force.

In midsummer, I stared at the cunning eyes so close to me. My heart was just like the river water, its coming and going, direction, and strength were all in my control.

Oh no, she could no longer stop her crazy heartbeat by saying "enough of the chatter".