Return trip.

Shengxia followed Zhang Shu, about two or three meters away, and he would look back from time to time to make sure she was still there.

Shengxia was somewhat grateful for the wind tonight; her tears dried up quickly, but she was not sure if her eyes were still red.

When she reached the corridor, she stopped. Zhang Shu turned around and saw that she was not leaving.

"You go back first," she said slowly, "I'll be back later."

Zhang Shu ignored him and sat down by the corridor. "You go back first, I'll be back later."

Shengxia also sat down nearby, about four or five meters apart. She insisted, "You go back first. My eyes are a little..." red.

Before he could finish his words, the voice-activated lights in the corridor went out with a click.

Shengxia felt a little panicked subconsciously.

Because their conversation was so slow and quiet, it was apparently ignored by the voice-controlled light.

Zhang Shu coughed violently, stomped his foot hard on the ground, and the lights came on again.

"I'll wait for you," he said.

Shengxia lowered her eyes, and the sour feeling surged to the tip of her nose again.

Did he know that she was afraid of the dark?

Since it was a farewell, why couldn't you be a little cruel? What was the point of giving her hope?

However, she didn't say much.

The two of them just sat there quietly, no one spoke, not even playing with their phones.

Ten minutes passed in silence in the night.

The reason why he could judge so accurately was that the voice-controlled lights in the corridor went out after 3 minutes, and Zhang Shu had already knocked three times.

When midsummer was hesitating whether to leave first, the bell rang for the end of class.

The teaching building was in such a bustle that there was no need to worry about who left first and who left last.

"Let's go." Zhang Shu spoke first.

Shengxia stood up and walked past him.

Perhaps because the excitement caused by the power outage had not yet worn off, the classroom was filled with the sound of lip syncing and singing.

Apart from the classmates around them, not many people noticed the disappearance and return of Zhang Shu and Shengxia.

Zhou Xuanxuan's eyes moved between Zhang Shu and Sheng Xia.

One of them entered through the back door and the other entered through the front door, and both looked a little strange.

It was usually quiet in midsummer, so it was nothing special. However, when Zhang Shu sat on the chair, he looked as if he was daydreaming, which was a bit strange.

It looks like the atmosphere is wrong.

Did these two have a fight?

Throughout the second evening class, Shengxia didn't know what she was doing. No matter which subject she was studying, her mind would wander in the end. She gave up struggling and took out a collection of essays to read. The essays were scattered in form but not in spirit, but Shengxia was still "scattered" and didn't understand any "spirit".

The class was almost over and Shengxia wanted to leave. There was nothing she could do here.

As soon as I packed my schoolbag, Xin Xiaohe ran over and said, "Xia Xia, do you want to go to the North Gate for a midnight snack?"

At the beginning of last semester, I said I wanted to go experience the "culture" of Beimen, but I haven't done it yet.

"Go." Shengxia agreed.

Xin Xiaohe was flattered, "Wow, hurry up, there will be the most students at the beginning of the day, and there will be no seats left in the milk tea shop soon."

I seldom walk through the North Gate on a midsummer night, but seeing the lights everywhere and the huge crowds of people, I almost thought I was at a food street.

The usually quiet alleys are now filled with mobile stalls selling everything from spicy chicken feet, grilled cold noodles, stinky tofu, grilled pig's trotters, fried chicken fillets... It's noisy and bustling, full of the atmosphere.

"Eat whatever you want!" Xin Xiaohe shouted angrily, and then whispered in Shengxia's ear, "This time it's my turn to treat you, woo woo."

Shengxia was curious: "It's a turn?"

Xin Xiaohe answered as a matter of course: "Yes, they are all out, and they are still paying one by one. It seems disunited!"

Shengxia nodded and remembered one of the "cultures".

She suggested, "Then I am the new member, so wouldn't it be more appropriate for me to invite you?"

"No, no, no, next time, next time."

"good."

They first sent someone to reserve a seat at the milk tea shop, while the others wandered around the stalls along the alley, buying their favorite foods.

The milk tea shops, board game bars, and script-killing shops along the street were all crowded at this time.

There are several milk tea shops, both chain and independent.

Xin Xiaohe whispered in Shengxia's ear again: "This is the one that's the hardest to get a seat at."

Black door, very cool.

Shengxia asked: "Is it delicious?"

"No," Xin Xiaohe said mysteriously, "Because the three bosses are handsome guys!"

midsummer:……

There is an aisle at the entrance of the milk tea shop, and next to the aisle are two rows of booths, all with high-back chairs, separating each other.

It feels like a coffee shop.

On the booths, some were studying with books under the desk lamps, some were playing cards, some were chatting, and some were...hugging and kissing each other.

In the midsummer, look away and don't look at anything inappropriate. Uh, it's part of the culture.

When ordering, Shengxia saw the three legendary handsome bosses.

They were all very young, probably in their early twenties, dressed fashionably, and looked really good.

The business attitude is very Buddhist, even a little cold.

The one who carries himself is arrogant.

But Shengxia feels that their style is different from Zhang Shu's. Their style has a sense of pretentiousness, while Zhang Shu's style is more casual.

Zhang Shu is also better looking, maybe more than a little.

Hey, why do I think of him? Stop it...

Xin Xiaohe ordered a mango smoothie. Shengxia frowned and stopped her, saying, "Xiaohe, your period is coming in two days, so you should not eat ice cream, right?"

Xin Xiaohe tilted her head and thought for a while, "Yeah, I forgot about it."

"Well," Shengxia suggested, "why don't you drink hot water?"

Xin Xiaohe: ...Wuwu, I never drink hot drinks, OK?

"Can you live longer if you listen to fairies?"

Shengxia said seriously: "It should be possible."

"OK."

"Um."

The people playing cards in the booth burst out laughing and curiously poked their heads out to look at the girls in the room discussing their periods.

The three grim faces behind the counter also twitched and looked up to see what this person who so naturally admitted that she was a fairy looked like.

After ordering and sitting down, Shengxia noticed that Xin Xiaohe's friends were all looking at her with a bit of - shyness?

It made Shengxia's ears turn red.

"Midsummer..." one of them murmured, "I like staring at you, don't panic."

midsummer:……

"Me too."

Xin Xiaohe: "Hahaha, they have been coveting you in the dormitory for a long time."

It's a bit embarrassing in midsummer.

With Xin Xiaohe around, the awkwardness disappeared in no time. Everyone shared the roadside stall together, sipped milk tea and chatted about gossip, from celebrities to classmates, from classmates to teachers.

Occasionally we also chatted with a few people from other schools.

Shengxia felt like she was listening to a foreign language, as if she had entered a new world: It turns out that if she was famous, people from other schools would really know about her?

On the contrary, it is the people around you who are too familiar to gossip about.

I wonder how many milk tea shops like this have had Zhang Shu become the subject of discussion?

Shengxia almost choked on a mouthful of milk tea. What's going on? Everything I do reminds me of him. How can I still live my life?

The topic finally turned to someone Shengxia knew, and someone asked, "Xiaohe, Yang Linyu hasn't come back yet?"

"Maybe next week."

Shengxia was curious: "Where did he go?"

I haven't seen anyone during the remedial class.

Xin Xiaohe: "I went to attend the self-recruitment winter camp of Heyan University of Science and Technology."

Shengxia: "Will I miss my classes if I'm away for so long?"

Xin Xiaohe's roommate said: "At this stage, there is nothing new. Score is far less important than self-recruitment. Henan University of Science and Technology is worth it even if I miss a month!"

Yang Linyu is also ranked around 20 in the class, and Shengxia can be almost as good as him if she works harder.

Another girl looked at Xin Xiaohe: "But if he went to the river banquet, wouldn't you be there too?"

"It's none of my business," Xin Xiaohe said nonchalantly, "I want to apply to Tokyo University!"

A few girls were chatting when suddenly a girl appeared at the booth. She was wearing a long sweater, a duckbill cap, and shorts, a bit like Chen Mengyao. She put a basket of snacks on the table and asked Shengxia, "Classmate, my friend wants to add you on WeChat. Is that okay? He's treating you guys to a meal."

As he spoke, he glanced towards the booth on the diagonal right, where sat a tall, thin boy. It was not a cold day, but he was wearing a pointed woolen hat, revealing a few strands of yellow hair.

Dressed in the same style as those bosses.

It's a pick-up!

Several girls made eyes at Shengxia.

Sheng Xia declined: "Sorry, I don't have WeChat."

Unexpectedly, the other party laughed and said, "QQ will work too."

midsummer:……

It's like falling into a trap.

Shengxia was a little embarrassed. Xin Xiaohe muttered to the side: "You don't even dare to approach me, why should I give it to you, the emperor?"

The sound was neither loud nor soft. Over there, the yellow-haired man turned his head, stood up and came over.

Shengxia: ...My good friend, this is not the time to use provocation.

"I think it's easier for girls to talk to each other," the boy said as he came to the table. "So, classmate, let's add each other on QQ?"

Xin Xiaohe's roommate asked: "You are not from our school, right?"

"From Yingjie's department." He replied, his phone already switched to QQ scan mode.

Xin Xiaohe's roommate subconsciously said, "A senior in high school?"

"No, I'm in the third year of high school." The yellow-haired man replied.

Xin Xiaohe raised her eyebrows and whispered in Shengxia's ear: "The senior students in the Yingjie Department are either second-generation rich or third-generation rich. If they are not third-generation rich, they are Nth-generation rich..."

midsummer:……

Does she think she's quiet?

Huang Mao really heard it, laughed, and said, "No, I just want to study."

The atmosphere is a bit tense.

Huang Mao said: "We have actually seen it before."

Look up in midsummer.

"At the school sports meet."

Oh, I thought it was some kind of adventure.

It has come to this, if he doesn't add it, he will probably have to stand here and blend into their group of best friends.

Shengxia called up the QR code and added it.

One more person lying down.

"You guys chat." Huangmao was quite tactful and went back to his seats with his female friend.

Outside the store, Zhou Yingxiang, who wanted to watch the show after seeing his classmate being hit on, finally uttered a Chinese curse - WTF!

He carried several cups of milk tea and walked briskly back to the board game bar.

In the private room, there were still those familiar people.

Hou Junqi was playing PUBG, making a lot of noise; Wu Pengcheng was watching short videos, and even when a beautiful woman twisted her body, he would smile foolishly; Han Xiao was holding his chin to study which hand of cards to play, and he was talking to himself as if he was studying development strategies; Liu Huian was watching a football game, and the shouting was one after another.

Very noisy room.

Only Zhang Shu was leaning back on the sofa, as if he was asleep.

A group of people were waiting for Zhou Yingxiang's milk tea.

"I'm coming. I'm coming."

"I'm almost done eating chicken, wait a minute..."

"I want lemon tea."

“I watched the whole half.”

"Hit Unlock?"

Zhang Shu sat up straight on the sofa, tore off the straw wrapper, picked up a cup at random, and without caring what it was, he put it in and took a sip.

Zhou Yingxiang was surprised. It was the ice cream tea he bought for himself. It was sickeningly sweet.

Zhang Shu frowned, "What the hell?"

"I see midsummer."

As soon as Zhou Yingxiang finished speaking, everyone, whether they were playing games, looking at beauties or watching the game, looked over.

Zhang Shu slowly opened his eyelids and stared at Zhou Yingxiang.

"Really? I'm next door, with some girls." Zhou Yingxiang probed.

Hou Junqi suddenly felt weak, "Xin Xiaohe and her close friends, right? Too bad, Xiao Shengxia won't understand a word they say if she follows them. Don't let her be led astray."

"I also saw her being approached by a classmate of ours."

“…”

"She also agreed to add me on QQ."

Hou Junqi closed the game and stood up. "Do you know what it means to get to the point when speaking?"

"Who wants to undermine the wall?"

"The Yingjie Department is idle."

Everyone was still chattering when a figure flashed past them. When they looked at the sofa again, there was no trace of Zhang Shu.

The door of the private room banged against each other and finally remained half open, showing how anxious and rough the person who had just opened it was.

Everyone shook their heads.

But the next second, Zhang Shu pushed open the door and came back, sat back on the sofa, rested his elbows on his knees, and just sat there, thinking about something with his head down.

Several people looked at each other.

Han Xiao spoke first: "Brother Shu, don't you want to go and take a look?"

Zhang Shu picked up the cup of iced black tea again and took a sip.

It's so sweet, but I don't find it offensive at all at this moment.

Zhang Shu asked: "Just chatting?"

Zhou Yingxiang was stunned for a moment: "Yeah, yeah, I asked for QQ and left."

"Yeah." Zhang Shu stopped talking and did not take any further action.

Hou Junqi whispered: "What's going on?"

He felt that Ah Shu and Sheng Xia were acting a little strange recently, but he couldn't tell exactly what was wrong.

Wu Pengcheng asked: "Did you have a fight?"

Zhang Shu said calmly: "We broke up."

"What?" Several people were stunned.

Zhang Shu: “Not really.”

A few people relaxed a little.

Zhang Shu: "We were never together, so how could we break up?"

"What?" More unified and louder than before.

He is not qualified to manage.