"Which class is this? They're marching in formation quite well."
"Principal Zeng, this is Class 1 (4) of Senior High School."
"Class 1 (4) of Senior High School? Why does it sound familiar?"
"It's... He Sui's class."
A certain leader whispered this, and Principal Zeng suddenly understood.
"Oh~ no wonder, it's really good."
"Look at that spirit, those arms, how neatly they swing, their heads held high, they're walking out with the aura of our No. 1 Middle School!"
After school, the three grades staggered around rehearsing the opening ceremony on the playground.
The principal of No. 1 Middle School was surrounded by several leaders and passed in front of the rostrum.
Looking at the energetic students, he clapped his hands with satisfaction and said hello several times.
"Coming toward us next is..."
On the rostrum, a man and a woman stood side by side.
The men are gentle and elegant, with extraordinary bearing, and the women are beautiful and gentle, with an oriental beauty that all girls find beautiful.
They are the two hosts of the opening ceremony of this sports meeting and the two hosts of the freshman ceremony.
They are all school celebrities and come from the school radio station.
Still the familiar formula, familiar faces.
"Fang Xun, that class just now was pretty good."
Jiang Nanqiao put down the microphone, shifted her weight towards the boy next to her, and had a sweet smile on her face.
Her skin is very white, the kind that makes people envious.
As smooth and flawless as a beautiful jade.
When most students changed into long school uniforms and trousers for autumn, she was still wearing a black pleated miniskirt, revealing her beautiful white, straight and slender legs.
Occasionally, it would shiver in the cold autumn wind and run behind the person next to it.
Fang Xun had a smile on his face and looked very gentle.
My eyes followed a small figure on the far right of the first row of Class 4.
Class 4 had all walked past the rostrum, but she was still waving her thin arms vigorously and raising her legs.
The loose school uniform was a little ill-fitting and was blown up by the occasional autumn breeze, making it look like a Japanese sumo wrestler.
She rolled up her long trouser legs a little.
She didn't stop until she reached the edge of the track, and stood aside obediently listening to what her head teacher and physical education teacher were talking about.
He chuckled, "Pretty serious."
After Jiang Nanqiao finished broadcasting the next class, he came over again.
"Huh? Who are you talking about? What's serious?"
Then he smiled and raised his chin, "Are you secretly praising me?"
"Fang Xun, if you want to praise me, just say it out loud. I don't mind. After all, there are so many people who praise me."
Fang Xun lowered his eyes and looked back at the manuscript in his hand. He smiled faintly and said, "I'm just being ridiculous. I just saw someone I know."
"Oh, I see."
Jiang Nanqiao pursed his lips.
She thought he was praising her for being serious!
I've been his classmate for more than a year, but I've never heard him praise anyone. Who is so lucky?
And who is the acquaintance he just mentioned?
She stood on tiptoe and glanced in the direction he had been looking, but didn't see anyone she knew.
When did Fang Xun get to know someone she didn't know?
"Coming toward us below is..."
Fang Xun held the microphone with an indifferent expression. The smile on the corner of his mouth was very shallow and distant.
His voice was very nice and could be heard in every corner of the playground through the microphone.
Every girl who heard his voice was excited.
Jiang Nanqiao could feel that there were many pairs of eyes secretly watching her from the podium - Fang Xun beside her.
The smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly turned bitter.
He is such a dazzling person who can easily attract all attention no matter what he does.
Let the people around him serve as a foil.
She has been proud since childhood and never admits defeat, but she has fallen into trouble again and again with Fang Xun.
Whatever he did, she followed suit.
She just didn't believe that someone could be so perfect without a single flaw!
It turns out that Fang Xun might be a monster, proficient in everything and no fault can be found.
Over time, she was willing to be his green leaf, setting off his red flower that could only be admired from afar.
It is said that companionship is the most lasting confession of love. One day, will he be able to take a look at himself beside him?
Although she herself didn't quite believe it.
Oh, why think so much? It’s good enough that we can be friends!
She comforted herself in this way.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and she shivered from the cold and huddled up.
It’s really beautiful and “freezing”!
"Hiss, Fang Xun, please block the wind for me. This damn weather is too cold."
She naturally dodged behind Fang Xun and kept a polite distance from him.
Fang Xun turned slightly sideways, his gaze drifting towards the small figure in the crowd.
"I told you to wear more clothes when you came out, but you didn't listen. Now..."
He suddenly stopped talking midway.
In the crowd, He Sui walked behind Cong Nian and put his arm on her shoulders.
The intimate gesture made him narrow his eyes slightly, and he himself did not even notice his cold expression at the moment.
"What now?"
Jiang Nanqiao looked at him puzzledly.
What's wrong with this person? Why does he always like to say half and leave the other half?
Fang Xun came back to his senses, surprised at his distraction, but he didn't show it at all.
"Oh, I was just thinking that it's autumn now and you should wear your school uniform."
"After all, you're a celebrity admired by many younger students. If you lead them to not wear their school uniforms, the dean will criticize you again."
Jiang Nanqiao smiled and poked his arm with his elbow.
"Hey, Fang Xun, are you worried about me?"
Fang Xun raised his eyebrows.
"This is my basic concern as a classmate, and..."
The slender finger pointed at the class that was sitting in the podium in a slightly awkward position. They had already walked to the podium, but the host had not yet announced their class name.
Fang Xun's voice was a little cold, just like the autumn wind.
"It's your turn to read the script."
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