if time doesn't run aground

Luo Xia lay prone on the table, laying his face on the book in a daze.Wang Yuan behind her was in sync with her posture.

It's time for an exam.

During this period, Wang Yuan and Luo Xia often appeared on the same screen. At the beginning, all the girls in the class were gnashing their teeth, but after Wang Yuan's long-term thick-skinned and crooked by Luo Xia's side, the fans had no choice but to give up.

After all, she is the girl idols like.

Moog No. 3 Middle School is quite big, and for a road idiot like Luo Xia, she would get lost even if she wandered around, so she would often grab someone casually in the corridor, with an unstoppable smile on her face, "Student, freshman ([-] ) class how to go."

This matter did not change much after Wang Yuan followed her, it was just that the person who asked for directions became faster after Wang Yuan.So the hot topic on campus became "Did you meet it too? Wang Yuan took a girl around and asked Luye~ Is that his girlfriend~ Tsk tsk tsk, so beautiful, I have no hope~"

Until the end, this topic reached Wang Junkai's ears, and his classmates ridiculed more than once, "Take care of your Wang Yuan, don't be abducted by others."

Wang Junkai just curled the corners of his mouth and smiled mysteriously.

In the chorus of high-pitched screams from the girls, Luo Xia got up from the table.The young man's slender legs were vaguely visible in front of his eyes, and he took a closer look——Wang Junkai.

"I must not have woken up yet." Luo Xia was immersed in sleep again, but this time, his forehead hit the book heavily, making a "dong" sound.It hurts to hear.

Wang Junkai shook his head helplessly, and then grabbed Wang Yuan behind Luo Xia.

"Come on, let me tell you something."

Wang Yuan got up in a daze, put his arms around Wang Junkai's shoulders, relaxed his whole body and continued to sleep. "Come on, tell me, I'm listening."

"This picture is so beautiful that I dare not look at it. 』

So, Wang Junkai calmly dragged Wang Yuan away while the boys sighed and the girls blushed.

What a beautiful pair of mandarin ducks.

"Do you remember Luo Xia when you were a child?"

"Did I know her when I was a kid?"

"She is Mr. Luo's daughter."

"How did you know!"

"We met her before, and we went crazy together." "She has a bad memory, and you are infected too!"

Wang Yuan woke up, and he silently recalled that the girl's smile was indeed somewhat similar to Luo Xia's.

"...So, can you continue to pretend that you don't know...I like her."

"I can, but can you do it when you face Mr. Luo... He won't let his daughter get involved in the entertainment industry, let alone... agree with you two."

"...Xiao Kai, what should I do." Wang Yuan's eyes were filled with tears.He vaguely remembered being reprimanded for a long time after taking Luo Xia out to play as a child.

"Follow your heart." Wang Junkai gave him a warm hug.

In the classroom, the girls finally seized the opportunity of Wang Yuan's absence, and they tirelessly asked Luo Xia the same question, "Are you Wang Yuan's girlfriend!"

She also answered "no" countless times

"What are you talking about?" Wang Yuan squeezed through the crowd.

"Quickly explain to your dear fans that I am not your girlfriend. Otherwise, I will be killed by them."

"Of course you are my girlfriend." Wang Yuan was very calm.

"...can you stop joking?" Luo Xia was speechless.

The smirk that appeared on Wang Yuan made Luo Xia's skin crawl all over. He leaned over and leaned over to her flushed cheeks and whispered, "Could it be that you like me~"

And Luo Xia was such a character, she didn't hide, but moved closer, and whispered in his ear with a voice so soft that only he could hear, "Are you dreaming? Kid, it's time to wake up."

Wang Yuan was provoked and yelled "I'm serious"

Girls collectively cooperate with emotion

"Huh~~~"

For this kind of naked confession, Luo Xia gave him a blank stare, "Stop making trouble, hurry up and review, the exam will be the day after tomorrow..."

Wang Yuan sat back without saying a word, angry, annoying!

The sweet and warm current flows in Luo Xia's heart, like rippling electromagnetic waves, do you like it?

She doesn't know, and no one knows.

After the first monthly high school exam, Luo Xia realized that the third class of each grade is an art class, and the seventh class is a master class.The top [-] of the grade were basically all taken away by Class Seven.

There are 33 people in the seventh class.

The pale paper was spread out on the table, and Luo Xia didn't know whether to cry or laugh, Physics 71, out of 100; Chinese 146, out of 150.Until the moment when the results list came out, she was the eighth grade and the first in the class. She said to herself, "It's pretty good, and it's not easy." Added up, but still not a high level of Chinese.

Tragic feeling.

"Girls don't seem to do well in science when they reach high school." Wang Yuan pointed to the large blank space on Luo Xia's physics roll.

"Boys seem to be poor in liberal arts when they reach high school." Luo Xia took Wang Yuan's Chinese paper and laughed at his composition.

"Evened out."

"No, what's your number?" Luo Xia raised his eyebrows and asked intentionally.

"eighth"

"class?"

"grade."

"Impossible!!" Luo Xia checked out the report card again to confirm this matter.Unexpectedly, Wang Yuan was surprisingly good at science in high school.

"Has Master Kai given you tuition?"

"No, self-taught."

Luo Xia took a deep breath of relief to calm down her agitated and angry heart.In physics and chemistry class, Wang Yuan either eats snacks, plays with his mobile phone, or pokes her with a pen in the back to chat.

God are you sure you're not asleep?

or are you drunk

Luo Xia grabbed the paper and stuffed it into the table hole, put on the white earphones, and was isolated from the world of comparing scores. She seemed to be able to touch the sunlight at a distance of her hand. She closed her eyes and waited for school to be over.

Wang Yuan is leaning against the window, always keeping a calm back, which really resembles Wang Junkai.The loose ponytail swayed slightly on the delicate neck, and he stared at it, his eyes gradually emptied.

That summer she sat in the front and he sat in the back.

At the corner of the street, there was a figure that I always felt familiar with, but I had never seen it before.The little fragrance left in the memory is mixed with the blur of camphor, and I later realized that the dream, the fragrance, and the blur are called past life, front edge, and front source.