Chen Rang stuffed the straw into Qi Huan's hand, not expecting her to have any attitude, nor did he insist on her speaking. After just a few short sentences, he walked out of the convenience store and returned to the first middle school with Zuo Junhao and others, with no difference between his back and the usual.

Yan Shulong leaned over to her: "How about Sister Huan, are you still angry?"

"..." Qi Huan pinched the cup slightly hard, filling his palms with enthusiasm. He didn't make any jokes with them and went to the scene to learn.

The evening self-study teacher called Qi Huan to the office and asked her to help organize the information sheet. There were so many things and messy things, and the workload was large, so it took a lot of time to handle it. The homework for the day was completed quickly in the last class.

The next day during class, Qi Huan was called to be a coolie again, and there was no time to run to Yizhong.

In the afternoon, after finally taking a breath, Zhang Youyu ran over and asked, "Sister Huan, can you have dinner together tonight?"

"Have you been having dinner together these two days?" Qi Huan lazily flipped the book.

"No. If I don't eat with everyone today, I have to go home." Zhang Youyu said, "My cousin is here. He is studying in Bacheng, and the school is on monthly leave. His parents are on a long trip. He is worried and asked him to come to my house to stay for a few days."

She was bored: "My parents are very irresponsible. They also said that it is difficult to walk with relatives at home except for the New Year and worship of ancestors. It is rare for my brother to come here to have a good hospitality, so he ran out again! He also insisted that I take my cousin to have dinner with me. How old is he, afraid that he will starve to death at home alone..."

Qi Huan said, "Then what food do you ask me to have with you?"

"Go to my house to accompany me. It's so boring to go back alone." Zhang Youyu spread her legs and sat on the stool in front of Qi Huan, facing her, "Please take a class leave for evening self-study. We can come to school later, without fear of delaying time. We order takeout, you can eat whatever you want!"

In a pleading tone, Qi Huan had no choice but to think that there was nothing to do, so she agreed: "Okay."

After school, I greeted Zhuang Mu and the others. Qi Huan was dragged by Zhang Youyu, who was extremely excited, and he was almost holding her up and leaving.

Zhang Youyu's family is far away from Qi Huan's family, which is really troublesome. Before entering the door, Zhang Youyu ordered takeout, changed into slippers and rushed straight in, tumbling the refrigerator to find something to entertain her. While flipping, he shouted: "Zhang Feimo, are you dead?! Are you at home?"

"I'm here." Zhang Feimo was her cousin, she looked white and very gentle. He was reading a book on the sofa. When he saw Zhang Youyu coming back, he closed the book and stood up to greet him.

Qi Huan heard Zhang Youyu say that he was only two months younger than her and was also in her second year of high school.

Zhang Youyu took out the drink and brought it over. The three of them sat down in the living room. Qi Huan greeted each other politely and glanced at the book he placed on the coffee table: "Is this the auxiliary teaching material you use over there?"

"Ah, yes." Zhang Feimo nodded, "Bacheng uses this set."

"It's different from the one in Hecheng."

"It's different, and the auxiliary teaching materials for primary and junior high schools are also different." He said.

Zhang Youyu interrupted and pointed out that Zhang Feimo, "He used to study in Hecheng, but later moved there."

"That's it." Qi Huan nodded.

Zhang Feimo didn't talk much, and compared with Zhang Youyu who was too lively, he looked like two extremes. After drinking half a cup of drink, he picked up the book and sat on the rocking chair beside the bed in the living room to continue reading. Qi Huan and Zhang Youyu were much more relaxed, leaning cross-legged on the sofa, holding the pillow and teasing the sky.

"Are you still angry with Chen Rang?" Zhang Youyu gossiped, "What did you talk about because of the post bar? He has bought you milk tea, but you are not angry yet. It's so serious?"

"Why didn't I know you are so easy to raise. You can get rid of a cup of milk tea." Qi Huanbai paused and said, "I'm not angry."

Zhang Youyu leaned against the sofa back pad, looked at her and laughed, touching her legs with her toes: "To be honest, Chen Rang is already very different to you. I was scared when he stuffed milk tea into your hands that day."

Qi Huan lowered his eyes. Before he could speak, his cell phone rang. It happened that it was the object of their conversation.

Chen Rang sent her a photo of the milk tea shop, three words:

【Do you want to drink it?】

I really can't talk about people during the day. Qi Huan looked at it for a while and replied to him with a string of ellipsis.

【…】

Zhang Youyu leaned over, stared at the screen, laughing and twitching.

"Don't you drink?" she raised her eyebrows, "I want to drink. Do you ask Chen if I can drink?"

Qi Huan raised her hand and pushed her forehead away.

Pussed his lips and edited a text message to him: [I will go to school later in the evening and can't arrive before class.]

I can’t go to the school before class, I can’t go to the convenience store, and I can’t get it if I buy it.

This sentence has a bit of polite rejection.

Qi Huan pressed his phone to standby mode. In more than ten seconds, the black screen lighted up, and Chen Rang replied with almost the same content.

【Yes, do you want to drink it?】

Through the screen, you can even imagine his usual tone.

She scratched the screen with her fingertips and drew for a long time. Finally, she clicked on the dialog box.

——【I want the flavor of red dates.】

Zhang Youyu's chuckle became louder. Qi Huan put away his phone and reached out to scratch her itchy flesh.

"No, no, I won't laugh anymore...oh..."

She was afraid of itch and kept begging for mercy.

"What you said-"

A sudden sound came from the corner.

Qi Huan and Zhang Youyu both stopped and looked back. Zhang Feimo swallowed his throat, his face hesitant and a little unnatural.

"...Are you talking about Chen Rang from the former No. 14 Middle School?"

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"Why isn't it going to be better yet?"

Zuo Junhao sat on the roadside railing, twisted the drink bottle, raised his hand and threw the empty bottle into the trash can not far away.

Ji Bing turned his head and looked at it. Chen Rang had not come out yet in the milk tea shop in front of him.

"It's time to buy a cup of milk tea."

Zuo Junhao shook his legs and said, "I used to be fake, but I'm not going to be a fall. He's just trying to save face and pretends to be nothing. Judging from this attitude, I'm afraid he'll call his little ancestors soon."

Ji Bing smiled, "Just forget it if you mutter in your heart, and say in front of Chen Rang, be careful that he won't give you good fruits."

Zuo Junhao pretended to sneer: "Would I not know? With his personality, he fell into it head-on and would never admit it if he didn't force it to the end. He bought milk tea today, and after the night, he would still be on the air tomorrow. He would have eaten Qi Huan's kind-hearted attitude to death."

The two of them made fun of each other until Chen Rang came out.

The three of them walked towards the school, and there was a section of the road construction, and most of them were sealed off. All kinds of cars and motorcycles were blocked, and the tricycles were blocked, and the water was blocked.

They changed the route and took a walk around the long alley. Zuo Junhao jumped over small puddles after small puddles, and occasionally stepped into the pits, splashing Ji Bing's trousers and feet.

Ji Bing frowned and spat: "I'll go, your uncle, jump to your sister!"

"How do you speak?"

Zuo Junhao stepped on it heavier, and he became more and more intentional, aiming at the puddle and jumping up. The mud and water splashed, and neither of them fell into pieces.

When they reached the entrance of the alley, Zuo Junhao and Ji Bing were still attacking each other for the puddle, and a laugh came from you.

"Yeah, who do I think it is? Aren't these the leaders of No. 1 Middle School?"

When Zuo Junhao and Ji Bing saw the person they were talking clearly, their expressions changed immediately, and a chill appeared on their faces, wrapped in sharp and resentful aura that was rarely seen in normal times.

A small car was parked at the entrance of the alley, and a man in a black cotton coat sat in front of the hood. A few squatted on the ground next to him, all smoking. All of them had a buzz cut, and they were also a careless temperament, which was essentially different from Zuo Junhao's usual inappropriateness, and it was hard to hide the flow between his eyebrows and eyes.

Li Mingqi got off the hood, put his trouser pockets in his hands, and smiled at Chen Rang.

"I met again, fate."

Chen Rang looked at him with a deep expression.

...

“The dish at this restaurant is really not very good today.”

"I'll change my family next time, who told you to choose there?"

Walking on the side of the road, Yan Shulong and a group of Minxue people talked about the supper they had just had. Qi Huan went to Zhang Youyu's house, and Zhuang Mu returned home with something and was not among his peers.

Yan Shulong was not interested in chatting with a few people around him, and his expression was a little boring than usual. He half-closed his eyes, but he felt that the road was too long and he was so bored that he felt sleepy while walking.

"Hey? That's-" One hand pulled him violently, causing him to stagger. Before he could scold him, the person who pulled him pointed at the front and asked him to look at him: "Brother Yan, look!"

"What are the East..." Yan Shulong frowned, looked in the direction he pointed unhappily, and was stunned.

"Is it from No. 1 Middle School? They were blocked into the alley. Did they encounter numbness..."

Yan Shulong frowned and interrupted: "Don't you know who is from No. 1 Middle School? It's from Zuo Junhao, right? No matter what! Everyone is good, hurry up and call the people from No. 1 Middle School to come!" After saying that, he rushed and greeted, "Come with me and take a look--"

.

The living room was silent.

Qi Huan sat on the sofa in a daze, her legs were numb, and the discomfort spread, and she was completely unaware of it.

Zhang Feimo and the two of them faced each other, and there was a look of panic on their faces across the coffee table. The book I read before was lying quietly beside the windowsill.

“Don’t I say this?”

He moved his throat with difficulty, and seemed a little uneasy: "Chen Rang... How are Chen Rang doing in the past two years?"

Zhang Youyu did not answer the latter question, but just comforted him: "It's okay, it's okay. Tell me what's the matter? I'm your sister, and you haven't talked to others everywhere. Don't think so much."

"Youyu."

"ah?"
To be continued...