In the candidate list, Shengxia found a familiar name: Lu Youze.

This name is not often duplicated, and she was almost certain that it was her junior high school classmate.

But when Lu Youze came on stage to speak, she almost didn't recognize him. In her impression, Lu Youze was a little fat and not very tall. But now he looked like a willow branch with branches. Standing next to Fu Jie, he was a head taller than her and looked like a tall and thin man.

Lu Youze has an elegant appearance, but he speaks in a grand manner when recommending himself. The poetry he improvised fits the theme and is not at all artificial or exaggerated.

He was the vice chairman of the school's Youth League Committee in junior high school. He presided over the flag-raising ceremony every week, and small occasions such as speaking at the podium were naturally no problem for him.

Shengxia was a little envious of such people, and couldn't help but look at him a few more times. She thought that he wouldn't notice her because there were so many people around, so her eyes were a little direct. Unexpectedly, Lu Youze ended with "I hope everyone will vote for me" and smiled at the back row.

To others, he just gave a friendly smile at the end, but Shengxia met his gaze and knew that he was politely responding to her gaze and greeting her, as if saying: Hi, old classmate.

Shengxia realized her own impoliteness and quickly lowered her head.

In junior high school, she and Lu Youze were not familiar with each other. She was taciturn and rarely participated in any group activities, while Lu Youze was a good helper to the teacher and a model of all-round development in moral, intellectual, physical and aesthetic aspects. The only interaction between the two was that their essays were posted side by side on the bulletin board after each exam. They were classmates who had hardly spoken to each other.

Shengxia finally voted for Lu Youze, not because he was the only one she knew, but because he spoke really well.

Xin Xiaohe glanced at her note and said, "I also chose Lu Youze. He writes very well."

"He was my junior high school classmate," Sheng Xia praised, "He was very good at Chinese in junior high school."

Xin Xiaohe was surprised: "Are you from No. 8 Middle School?"

"Um."

Xin Xiaohe: "Me too, how come I've never seen you before? Which class are you in?"

Shengxia: "Class 20."

"Oh, that's probably too far away. You guys are on the sixth floor, and I'm in the third shift, on the first floor," Xin Xiaohe said with a sigh, "I think we haven't even met, otherwise how could I have no impression of such a beauty?"

Her tone rose, like a playboy flirting with a decent woman. Shengxia felt a little embarrassed by the compliment, so she smiled slightly and did not respond.

Xin Xiaohe added: "There are many people from No. 8 Middle School in our school. There are quite a few in our class alone."

Shengxia nodded to show that she understood.

No. 8 Middle School is one of the key junior high schools of NUST. Every year, at least 200 students are admitted to NUST Affiliated Middle School.

In addition, No. 8 Middle School is not only a focus, but also because of its location in the prime location of Nanli University, it has almost become synonymous with an aristocratic school. No. 8 Middle School students have an extra layer of superiority wherever they go. Once graduated, No. 8 Middle School students are very united and quickly form alliances in the new school. Even if they have never met in junior high school, they can quickly become familiar with each other by saying "I am from No. 8 Middle School".

Xin Xiaohe seemed to be getting closer. She leaned over the table and approached Shengxia, whispering, "Then you remember those big guys who used to dominate the No. 8 Middle School. They are all in the Affiliated Middle School now, and they are all in the experimental class. But they are all suppressed by the guy from Zhenzhong in our class and can't even raise their heads..."

As he spoke, Xin Xiaohe raised his eyebrows and pointed to the right.

Shengxia knew that she was talking about Zhang Shu.

No. 35 Middle School is in the suburbs. Before the expansion of Nankai University, it was a rural area. It is not wrong to say that it is the town center.

Shengxia's table shook again. She was used to it. It was Hou Junqi who turned around again. However, he was not looking for Shengxia. Instead, he stared at Zhang Shu behind him and asked with a smile: "Ah Shu, who do you choose?"

Zhang Shu shook the note in his hand and looked indifferent: "It doesn't matter who you elect. It's not like you're electing the president."

Hou Junqi took a step forward, grabbed Zhang Shu's note, and read: "Lu Youze, you chose him? That's pretty selfless!"

Zhang Shu took back the note and gave Hou Junqi a cold look.

Hou Junqi clicked his tongue twice and sat back.

Xin Xiaohe leaned over again and whispered to Shengxia: "Zhang Shu and Lu Youze are rivals in love."

The depth of this topic...Xin Xiaohe has probably already listed her as an ally of No. 8 Middle School.

"A confusing love triangle! The heroine is a school beauty, so bloody!"

Xin Xiaohe's voice was very soft, and Shengxia was sure that only the two of them could hear it.

But she clearly saw from the corner of her eye that Zhang Shu turned his head and glanced at them.

She guessed "glance" because she couldn't see his expression from her angle, but he definitely glanced at them.

Shengxia felt as embarrassed as if she had been caught saying bad things about someone behind his back, and the half of her face facing him felt slightly hot.

Lu Youze was elected with an overwhelming advantage. He quickly took up the post and began to lead the reading.

The sound of reading aloud instantly extinguished the little flame of gossip.

After morning reading, there were two Chinese classes. Chinese was Shengxia's strong subject, so she was quite familiar with it. However, she found the last two physics classes a bit difficult. She understood everything heard, but she was very slow in doing the examples and could hardly keep up with the pace.

The teacher usually starts to talk when she sees that most people have stopped writing, but she always finishes at the right point.

She quietly observed Xin Xiaohe.

Although she usually looked a little out of tune, Xin Xiaohe was very focused in class and didn't even notice Shengxia's gaze.

And Zhang Shu.

He likes to spin the pen. The pen spins flexibly from left to right under his fingertips. When he presses his thumb to stop the spinning, it means he is about to start writing. He writes very quickly. When the pen stops with a few rustling sounds and he throws it on the table, it means he has finished writing.

That pen must be some kind of magic pen. I can find the solution to the problem by changing my thinking.

There was an exercise booklet under his textbook, and while the teacher was explaining the examples, he was already doing the corresponding exercises.

I looked up from time to time and listened to a few words.

He wore glasses when attending the class. It turned out that he was nearsighted, but probably not too far.

He was as unfocused as ever, with his long legs seemingly nowhere to go. They were never placed neatly under the table, but would either leisurely step on the bar under the chair or stretch out toward the aisle.

Then his canvas shoes were dangling at the foot of the table in midsummer.

As soon as the school bell rang at noon, the crowd poured out like dumplings.

"You are not active in your work and have ideological problems. Get out!" Xin Xiaohe picked up her schoolbag and rushed forward.

Yang Linyu followed him and said sarcastically: "You are still active. Eat slowly, okay?"

Xin Xiaohe sneered at Yang Linyu again: "Did I eat your rice?"

The noise of the two people's quarreling gradually faded away.

Dormitory students usually eat in the cafeteria. If you go too late, there will be nothing delicious to eat. Only day students are not in a hurry.

In summer, I am used to cleaning the desk and putting all the books back to their original places before leaving.

Hou Junqi and Zhang Shu remained motionless and showed no intention of leaving.

Zhang Shu was still writing in his exercise book. Shengxia caught a glimpse of him turning the page and he was almost finishing today's homework.

He was neither hurried nor slow, and he did not look bitter or resentful about his homework, nor did he have an expression of accomplishment as if he was immersed in the ocean of knowledge. He acted as if he was doing a job on an assembly line, skilled, comfortable, and without emotion.

Hou Junqi sat in front of Zhang Shu, leaning against the wall, with his legs resting on his own chair, playing games with his cell phone screen facing horizontally.

It seems like he is waiting for Zhang Shu.

Sure enough, the top students work hard when no one can see. Shengxia thought, why don’t he come an hour earlier in the morning? Why should he delay eating?

If you are not active in doing things, there is something wrong with your thinking.

Shengxia felt that she was becoming more and more ridiculous, actually worrying about other people's affairs. She patted her head, packed her schoolbag and prepared to leave.

"midsummer."

Suddenly she heard someone calling her and raised her head.

It’s Lu Youze.

Lu Youze walked towards her with his schoolbag on his back, but was blocked by Hou Junqi's crossed legs. Hou Junqi seemed not to see him and stood still, even crossing his legs and swaying leisurely.

Even Shengxia could see that this was just a deliberate attempt to find fault.

Lu Youze didn't care and was too lazy to argue. He walked around to another corridor and came to Shengxia without saying a word.

“I wasn’t sure it was you yesterday,” Lu Youze said. “Your hair has grown longer.”

Shengxia chuckled softly: "You have changed a lot."

Lu Youze also laughed: "Isn't it that Xiaobai has become fatter?"

He is fair-skinned and some people in his class called him that when he was in junior high school.

"It's still quite white." Shengxia didn't like calling people by nicknames, so she didn't know how to respond and just answered casually.

"No matter how fair I am, I can be fairer than you." Lu Youze asked in a rhetorical tone, with a hint of familiar teasing, bringing the awkward conversation with Shengxia back on track, "Are you going home at noon?"

Shengxia said, "I have booked a lunch care center at the North Gate."

The lunch care was arranged for her by Wang Lianhua.

Wang Lianhua's workplace is not close to her home, and the lunch break is only an hour and a half, so she has no time to go home to cook. In the past, living on campus in the hot summer saved her the trouble, so Wang Lianhua arranged for a daycare near the school for her two younger sisters, which included lunch and nap.

This time, she had already found a place for Shengxia before school started, saying it would provide after-school care, including lunch and dinner, because the affiliated high school only had an hour and a half in the afternoon before evening classes, and it would be too tiring for her to go home.

Wang Lianhua said that the boss of the after-school care center is the parent of a student from the affiliated high school, and her children also eat there, so she is absolutely assured of the ingredients used.

I don't know why, but as soon as Shengxia said this, I felt that the atmosphere around me was a little off.

Hou Junqi's eyes swept across the fast-paced fighting game screen, and with an ambiguous smile on his face, he glanced at her briefly and then looked at Zhang Shu.

Lu Youze's smile also looked a little unnatural.

Shengxia politely asked, "What about you?"

Lu Youze said, "I'm going home to eat, so I'll leave first."

Shengxia: “Okay.”

A row of shops along the street in Beimen Wenboyuan forms a small business district, with bookstores, stationery stores, restaurants, supermarkets, fruit stores, and milk tea shops. The second floor of the shops is almost entirely occupied by training classes and cram schools, and there is also a lunch care institution.

The meals at the lunch care center are all reserved in advance, so it doesn't matter if you arrive early or late. When Shengxia arrived at the store, there were not many people. It was her first time there, and the boss lady was waiting for her to register and apply for a meal card.

When Shengxia first saw the proprietress, she couldn't take her eyes off her.

The proprietress was about 30 years old, with an oval face, a pair of extremely beautiful eyes under thick eyebrows, and a beautiful nose and lips. This was the only woman Shengxia had ever seen in real life who could be described as "beautiful".

Even though she was dressed simply, her long hair was just tied low at the back of her head and her face was not made up.

Wang Lianhua once said that the meals for this after-school care center are all prepared by the proprietress herself.

Shengxia is not a very curious person, but at this moment she couldn't help but sigh: Such a beautiful woman is actually a chef?

This doesn't look like the child is already in high school?

"Well, from now on, just swipe your card every time you come here. Our number is on the card. If you want to eat anything special, you can call us in advance, but we can't guarantee that we will make it."

Shengxia was a little infatuated, and only came back to her senses after hearing the voice. She took the meal card and said, "Okay."

"Your mother said you weren't taking a nap here, right?"

Shengxia replied: “Yeah.”

"This card is both a meal card and a door card. There is a bed upstairs. I'll keep it for you even if you don't want to stay there. You can sleep here if you're pressed for time."

Shengxia: “Well, thank you.”

"The little girl is really well-behaved. Let's go and have dinner."

The meal consisted of two meats, two vegetable dishes and one soup, including braised spareribs, braised pig's trotters, stir-fried beans, cauliflower, and a bowl of shrimp and mushroom soup.

Really rich.

It was the first day that Shengxia came. The auntie who served the food didn’t know how much she could eat, so she reserved a full plate for her. She was full before she ate half of it, but she couldn’t bear to waste it, so she ate slowly.

In the end, she was the only one left in the restaurant, and the two aunties had already started wiping the tables and cleaning.

An auntie asked the boss lady while clearing the dishes: "Xiao Jin, Ah Shu didn't come to eat today?"

The lady boss didn't even take her eyes off the notebook in front of her. She said nonchalantly, "I'm not coming anymore. I want to be self-reliant and eat coarse food."