One shift.Song Jingwan watched in silence as An Feiran packed up her things.She pursed her lips, "Are you really going to the third shift?"
”Hearing this, the boy who lowered his head by the window to clean up his textbooks raised his head and smiled shyly, "Yes, I thought about it carefully, maybe I'm still not suitable for the first class."
Everyone's grades are so good, and I'm also holding everyone back in the first class.It might be better to go to the third class and work hard with everyone. ”He had a gentle voice and some bruises on his cheeks.Although the dress is ordinary, it is also generous and clean.The light fell on his short black hair, which made Song Jingwan notice for the first time, it turned out that An Feiran was not as ordinary as she imagined.There was a lot of buzz about that day."
Actually, it's not necessary," Song Jingwan put her hand on the textbook, "Class 3 is a recognized poor grade, and you will be affected if you go." ”"So you think so?"
An Feiran packed up her textbooks, picked up her schoolbag, and smiled slightly."
I'm sorry, Jingwan, I can't agree with you this time.Maybe in my eyes, grades can only be grades, and they don't represent anything.And the students in Class 3 are all very united people - "It is the friend he has always dreamed of and wanted."
Previously abroad, then in the first class, none of them materialized.And what about this time?
An Feiran began to look forward to it."
In that case, then whatever you want, good luck."
Song Jingwan lowered her eyes, opened the textbook casually, and said in a cold tone."
That's right, the squad leader has left you, it's really shameless!""
Hurry up and get out, don't let us see you in the future, otherwise we will hit you once we see you!"
An Feiran didn't seem to listen, and he finally glanced at the classroom where he had been for half a year.Finally, his eyes fell on Song Jingwan's body, and he said softly: "Jingwan, goodbye." ”Then he turned around and strode away without the slightest nostalgia.Everyone in the third class was assigned several 53 books, and the atmosphere in the classroom was sluggish for a while, and they didn't know whether to cry or be happy.After all, 53 is quite expensive!
At this moment, Wang Zhongyun came with a boy.The boy had scars on his face, a warm temperament, and obediently followed behind with his schoolbag."
Ahem!"
Wang Zhongyun stepped up to the podium, "Be quiet, let me introduce you to our new classmate, An Feiran!"
”"Hello everyone, I'm An Feiran!"
An Feiran bent over hurriedly, her voice nervous, "Please give me more advice in the future!"
”His face is quite recognizable, and as long as he is not amnesia, his face is at least familiar.Soon someone recognized him."
It's a class of boys!""
I can't figure it out so much, come to our third class?""
You can't be a spy sent by a group, right?"
In the face of everyone's doubts, An Feiran's cheeks were flushed, and he waved his hand anxiously."
No, it's not!
I volunteered to change classes!
I think everyone in Class 3 is a very good person, and I hope to be friends with you!
”"Cut~ Go back and go back~ I thought we were collecting garbage in the third shift!""
Don't you know that we have a grudge against the first class?!""
Hey-" Wang Zhongyun glared, "You children!
How to speak?
”An Feiran was at a loss, feeling sad and a little dazed at the same time, is it really right to choose to return to China?
A small hand reached out to his eyes, "Today's gift is not enough, let's make it up to you another day." ”"It's you!"
An Feiran suddenly raised his head, and his eyes seemed to fall into starlight.