Has the scumbag actor confessed?

Every year before the college entrance examination, the bulletin board of the high school department will post a big red list, which announces the names, classes, and recommended universities of all recommended students.

The students in No. [-] Middle School look at it every year, hoping that they can be on the big red list every year.

Last year, the person who liked the dormitory even made a bet in front of the bulletin board, saying that next year there will be a favorite name on it.

Actually planted on this.

Who would have thought that Shen Xifeng, who hadn't come to school for thousands of years, would notice such a small detail?

Zhong Yi glanced at the bulletin board, the lie in his mind hadn't formed yet, Shen Xifeng hurriedly asked again: "What happened?"

"No." Zhong Yi quickly denied, her eyes were hidden under the mottled tree shadows, very calm.

He even bent the corner of his mouth: "After visiting the school last time, I felt that it didn't match my direction, so I gave up."

"Your direction?" Shen Xifeng stared at Zhong Yi, "Your major hasn't been decided yet, where is your direction?"

"My... life's general direction," Zhong Yi couldn't make it up anymore, and pretended to smile relaxedly: "Hey, I just don't want to go, there's nothing to say. I'm used to picking others instead of being picked by others. You live Are you done? Didn't you say it will take an hour?"

"Zhong Yi!" Shen Xifeng growled unbearably.

He was wearing a crisp white shirt, with a tie knot hanging loosely in front of his neck, and his brows were frowning sullenly, already somewhat masculine.

The wind blows and the leaves move, and the unique smell of camphor tree hits faintly. Against such a heroic young man, it has the charm of a sketch painting.

Zhong Yi turned his eyes away uncomfortably, the tie around his neck made his breathing difficult.

Zhong Yi stretched out his hand to untie his tie, and said, "If I don't broadcast the live broadcast, I will leave. I also want to take the college entrance examination, so I have to go back and study."

Zhong Yi wants to take the college entrance examination!

He must have known this news before he came to Nanjing, and he actually spent a week practicing singing with himself after learning the news.

Thinking of this, Shen Xifeng felt his heart tremble. He stood there in a daze, clutching his phone desperately, unable to say a word.

Zhong Yi is still wrestling with the tie, he hangs his head and pulls it with both hands in a disorderly manner.Seeing Shen Xifeng, he subconsciously walked towards him, just as he raised his hand halfway, Zhong Yi suddenly tore open the tie knot and took it off around his head.

Zhong Yi caught sight of Shen Xifeng's hand from the corner of his eye, but turned his face away, turned and walked towards the teaching building without saying a word.

In the evening at the beginning of May, colorful fire clouds rose from the sky, covering the whole campus with a layer of warm yellow filter.

Shen Xifeng looked at Zhong Yi's back stretched by the setting sun, and walked away from him step by step, the blood in his body became cold bit by bit.

When Zhong Yi turned a corner and disappeared from sight, his heart seemed to stop.

Some students who left school walked out of the teaching building in twos and threes with their schoolbags on their backs. When they saw Shen Xifeng, they couldn't help whispering, and couldn't help but turn around and take out their mobile phones when they were far away.

Only then did Shen Xifeng gradually come back to his senses.

He wiped his face with his hand, turned on his cell phone and called Jing Mingchu. "Zhong Yi didn't go to University B, you should find out what's going on."

Letting Shen Xifeng know about this before the college entrance examination was indeed outside Zhong Yi's plan.

His mind was also in a mess, and he didn't know how to comfort and resolve it.

As long as he thought of that fool's proud appearance of being a recommended student of B University, his heart would ache a little.

It is estimated that Shen Xifeng was most affected by this incident.

It's really distressing for a scumbag to be distracted by a top student when the college entrance examination is approaching.

Zhong Yi picked up her phone several times and opened the WeChat dialog box, but she didn't know what to write.

He sat in the classroom from sunset to the end of evening self-study, and a set of physics test papers still stayed on the third multiple-choice question.

On Saturday night, only a few boarding students stayed in the classroom for self-study.

After the get out of class bell rang, they all got up one after another, told Zhong Yi to turn off the lights and close the door, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhong Yi sat for a while, checked that the time was approaching 11 o'clock, and got up to leave.

When passing by the TV next to the podium, Zhong Yi suddenly remembered that today is Saturday, and the program "Listen" has already started!

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhong Yi decisively turned on the TV and tuned to Jiangning TV.

On the screen, the two of them were singing to the chorus part, with the constantly changing images and dazzling lights, it looked quite similar.

This is the first time Zhong Yi sees himself through the screen, and the singing and dancing figure makes him a little strange.

He still remembers that he was very nervous at that time, thinking about the last time he answered the microphone every second.

Fortunately caught!

Zhong Yi smiled, took out his phone and took a picture of the TV screen.

He opened the dialog box with WW in WeChat, typed a few words, then deleted them all, and only sent a picture.

At this time, their singing was over.

Shen Yu on the TV put her arms around her and raised her voice to interact with the audience. When she said "I don't like it, I don't give it to me, I'm a top student", Shen Yu had a natural movement of turning her head.

Zhong Yi knew that it was him rubbing his cheek against his hair.

This is Shen Xifeng's habitual action when he hugs himself, like some kind of beast that marks its possessions by scent.

Zhong Yi's throat tightened, and he couldn't bear to watch.

He turned off the TV, locked the door, and went straight to the bedroom.

Shen Xifeng didn't reply to the message that night, and when he woke up the next morning, he still didn't reply.

In the dormitory on Sunday, apart from Zhong Yi, there is another Wan Fan who doesn't like to go home.

Both of them got up late, missed the breakfast in the cafeteria, and each had a carton of milk to make up for it.

Zhong Yi looked at the phone for a long time, and suddenly called Wan Fan: "You blocked me on WeChat."

"Ah?" Wan Fan rolled his eyes, "Why? Are you going to abandon our scumbag relatives? The oath of never forgetting the rich and the rich is still in my ears, how can you..."

"Don't be long-winded, block it first and let me see." Zhong Yi glared at him.

"Oh." Wan Fan resignedly picked up the phone to operate, and suddenly thought of something, "Are you suspecting that you have been blocked by someone? Who, you dare to block our big monitor!"

Zhong Yi didn't say a word, and just sent an emoji to Wan Fan at random, and saw a red exclamation mark appearing in front of the dialog box, and it showed "The message has been sent, but it was rejected by the other party."

It turns out that there will be such a reminder.It seems that it should not be blocked.

"Who the hell?" Wan Fan glanced at Zhong Yi's phone, guessed a few people's names, and finally said suddenly, "Could it be Shen Yu?"

As soon as these words came out, Wan Fan smiled and shook his head: "How is it possible, he sent a Weibo message to thank you last night."

"Did he post Weibo last night?" Zhong Yi was taken aback, and hurriedly quit WeChat.

"Yeah, you didn't see it? You didn't see it when you were so affectionate?"

Wan Fan found it inconceivable: "Don't you pay attention to him? Didn't I say you are the youngest? I've been someone else's tutor for so long, and I don't care much about my classmates' career and life. Go and see, is there anyone in our school who doesn't care about you?" Pay attention to Shen Yu? The official Weibo has followed him!"

Zhong Yi didn't have time to listen to his nonsense, so she opened Weibo and searched for Shen Yu.

His top Weibo has been changed, from the previous advertisement to a picture with six words: "The liver and gallbladder hole, the hair grows." [Note]

The Weibo comes from the iPhone client, and it has been known for a long time that only this kind of client is the Weibo sent by Shen Yu himself.

And that picture is a half-body profile of Zhong Yi. He is raising his right hand to adjust his ears, his palm covers most of his face, and the faint background light just illuminates his eyelashes.

This should have been captured shortly after he took the stage, when he was showing tension from every pore.

Zhong Yi's eyes turned back to look at the six words "with gallbladder hole, hair bulging", and a slight smile appeared, "Does he know what it means..."

"I know!" Enthusiastic Wan Fan helped him click on the message under Weibo: "Look, fans are all popularizing which poem this is, and even I know it!"

Zhong Yi glanced at the messages, except for the large-scale science popularization site, half of them were praising Shen Yu's literary quality, and the other half were confessing to the class leader Xueba.

Those straightforward declarations such as "I want to give birth to a monkey for the monitor" and "Let me die in Zhong Yi's eyelashes" simply made Zhong Yi unbearable to read carefully.

Zhong Yi noticed that the sending time of this meager message was after the WeChat message she sent, so that means it's nothing serious, maybe she just doesn't want to talk to herself?

It's fine.

Zhong Yi felt relieved, grabbed her schoolbag and went out.

Wan Fan knew that he was going to the classroom for self-study, so he tidied up in a hurry, and chased him along.

No one is qualified to be a college entrance examination candidate in less than a month!

The post-review at this time is all done by brushing the questions to check for omissions and fill in the gaps.

There are no weak subjects in Zhongyi, and formally studying the questions is to study all subjects. After doing a whole set, you can stay still for three or four hours.

At lunch, I seemed to hear someone calling him, but at that time he was writing an English composition, and he didn't even lift his head.

When he finished the last question of the comprehensive theory and put down his pen to take a breath, his mobile phone, which had been quiet all day, started vibrating.

Zhong Yi's mind was still stuck in the topic, looking at WW on the screen, a bit dazed.

After about ten seconds, he grabbed the phone in a hurry.

"..." After a brief silence, Shen Xifeng spoke first: "Can I come in?"

Come in?

Zhong Yi looked up suddenly, and saw that the classroom was empty.

He stumbled up and ran outside the classroom, only to see Shen Xifeng leaning against the wall by the door.

Shen Xifeng still maintained the posture of talking on the phone, when he heard the sound, he raised his eyes to look at him, then lowered his eyes, and softly said "Is that okay?"

Zhong Yi hurriedly put down the phone, took a breather, and said, "This is your classroom too, and I don't need my permission to enter."

"I see you are working on a problem, so I dare not disturb you." Shen Xifeng bent down, picked up the backpack and takeaway box on the ground, turned and entered the classroom.

Do questions?

Don't dare to disturb?

Zhong Yi suddenly recalled that someone had called him before. At that time, it was probably lunch time?

He looked down at his phone. It was already 3:[-] in the afternoon. Did this idiot wait here for more than three hours?

Shen Xifeng went straight to Zhong Yi's desk, and on the empty desk next to him, opened the bag containing the takeaway boxes, and took out everything.

After getting half of it, Zhong Yi came over and looked at him blankly.

Shen Xifeng's subordinates paused suddenly, and suddenly thought of something: "Well, it took a long time to bring this, the food is probably cold, I will..."

"No need." Zhong Yi hurriedly took a lunch box, quickly opened it, and sat down: "I'm hungry, so I came just in time."

Shen Xifeng gave him a complicated look, found out the convenient chopsticks from the bag, and handed them over.

In Zhong Yi's hand was a box of fried rice with eggs. He was chewing on the rice grains that had lost its temperature. Seeing that there were three other takeaway boxes on the table, he looked up at Shen Xifeng: "Have you had your lunch yet?"

"Huh? Oh, no." Shen Xifeng replied truthfully. "Then let's eat together."

Zhong Yi pointed to the table with his chin: "Aren't there still so many?"

Shen Xifeng sat down as he said, opened a lunch box casually, and ate along with him.

The teaching building on Sunday afternoon was so empty that it made people panic, and the occasional sound of tables and chairs being pulled downstairs made it even more quiet.

The two sat face to face on the desk by the window, eating without saying a word.

It was a silent and awkward meal, neither of them ate much, and one was more distracted than the other.

When Zhong Yi went to the corridor to throw out the garbage and came back, Shen Xifeng was leaning over and looking at the questions he had just done.

The afternoon sun slanted into the room, caressing his brows and eyes softly, and reflected a perfect silhouette on the table next to him.

Zhong Yi couldn't help raising his eyebrows, can you understand?

That's a comprehensive paper.

"You're here...to have dinner with me?" Zhong Yi stood by the desk and asked a little funny.

What's wrong with ignoring people all night, but now rushing to deliver food?

Shen Xifeng put down the test paper in his hand, turned his head to look at Zhong Yi, stretched out his hand, and signaled him to sit opposite him.

Then, Shen Xifeng began to take out things from his backpack.

There were four or five folders, which were bulging and filled with documents. Shen Xifeng opened each folder one by one, took out five red-covered certificates from inside, and placed them on the desk.

Zhong Yi glanced at the certificates curiously, his eyes hurt instantly from the golden national emblem, and the words on the certificates gave him even more headaches.

The five certificates are all about the same size and size, with gold letters on a red background, shining brightly, and you can feel the gleaming aura of local tyrants from three miles away.

Those are five "Real Estate Ownership Certificates of the People's Republic of China".

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[Note] From "Six State Getou Youth Chivalry" Song He Zhu