Song Ranran accompanied Xu Yijia to wait for the bus at the bus stop.

Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School does not provide dormitories for the first year of high school. Only in the second year of high school and third year of high school will they be forced to live in the school.

Xu Yijia is not a native of Jiangcheng. Her parents work in the imperial capital, so she is left to live with her relatives. The relatives' home is a distance away from No. 1 Middle School and it takes about half an hour to take the bus.

The car came soon, and Xu Yijia greeted Song Ranran: "See you tomorrow, let's listen together in the morning self-study."

Song Ranran waved her hand, watched her get in the car and leave, and turned to the intersection leading to the Blue Sky Internet Cafe.

The community near the Internet cafe has not been repaired yet, and the sound of excavators is rumbling and loud.

Song Ranran walked to the big camphor tree in the alley behind and squatted down.

"Gray..." she called in a low voice.

"Meow~" The little gray cat poked its head out from behind the camphor tree, then slowly walked out in elegant cat steps, and was next to Song Ranran's feet, with its tail swept a small detail of the thin white ankle exposed by Song Ranran.

"What's behind the tree? Do you always run there?" Song Ranran felt a little itchy, smiled and hid to the side, took out a plush cushion from her schoolbag, picked up the cat and placed it on it.

The cat rolled around and found a comfortable position to lie down, staring at her with curious eyes.

The mat is gray, and the cat is also gray. The two are stacked together, and there is no difference at all. Only the shiny eyes are faintly shining with golden light, as if reminding Song Ranran: It is still on it, don't read it wrong.

Song Ranran was stunned for two seconds, and couldn't help laughing: "I thought the gray was resistant to dirt at that time, so I bought it. I really forgot that you are the same gray."

"Meow?"

Song Ranran scratched its chin and took out the cat food and drinking water that had been prepared from her bag.

The cat used its paws to pull the cat food for a while, and it seemed that it was a little interested.

"There are no dried fish today. The pet shop owner said that you should not eat snacks frequently, otherwise you will be picky about food..." Halfway through the words, she suddenly stopped. She withdrew her hand and put it in front of her. She looked at the dried fish powder on her fingertips, and was a little surprised: "Is this yesterday? Or has someone fed you today?"

The cat licked his paws on his own, and then buried his head in another bowl of drinking water.

Judging from the clean blanket yesterday, there should be another person taking care of it, so Song Ranran didn't find it strange, so she just touched its little head and said, "I'm going back today, I won't be with you. If I don't get there tomorrow, I'll see you again."

Then he went back as the same way.

After her figure disappeared at the entrance of the alley, the person behind the camphor tree showed his body and walked to the cat, holding a half-dished small fish in his hand.

"Meow~" The cat looked at him with his head raised and rubbed his pants' legs.

Ji Shixue carried the plate behind her: "Listen to her, eat cat food, and eat less snacks."

The cat seemed to understand what he meant and knew that the dried fish could no longer be eaten. He buried his head in the cat's food bowl with his fate.

Ji Shixu squatted down, his fingers slashed across the plush pad, and gently stroked the cat: "Gray..."

When the cat heard his name, he looked up and said "meow" at him.

"I didn't call you." Ji Shixue rebuked it lightly, looked at the direction of the alley, and whispered: "I am really the representative of English class." All the names give it English.

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In Lanwan Community, Song Ranran returned home. As soon as she opened the door, Su Qinghan raised the two play tickets in her hand to her.

"Let's wait for the venue at 8 o'clock tomorrow night, Jiangcheng Grand Theater."

"Thank you, my sister-in-law~" Song Ranran changed her shoes, flew onto the sofa, and took Su Qinghan's arm and acted sweetly.

Su Qinghan is a biology teacher and a typical female science doctor. She actually doesn’t have much interest in dramas. She just pays more attention because Song Ranran likes it.

Most of the dramas rehearsed by Meilan Drama Club are mainly based on the history of dramas. The combination of official history and unofficial history, coupled with some wonderful ingenious thoughts of the screenwriter, makes the plot fluctuate and unique. The actors' performances are vivid and inconsistent, creating a good reputation that the drama club is commonly known for. Therefore, tickets are very popular, and it is even hard to get tickets when it comes to popular dramas and actors.

Su Qinghan got the ticket to the premiere of Jiangcheng of the drama club "Zhongzhu Biography" this time, and it was one of the best positions in the middle, and it took a lot of time.

Song Ranran held the computer and checked the general introduction of the premiere drama, which happened to be the background of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period that Mrs. Wu talked about today.

"My sister-in-law, this time the "Biography of Zhuan Zhu" is related to Jing Ke's assassination of Qin. I wonder if Gao Jianli will come out..." Song Ranran excitedly pulled Su Qinghan to chat, chatting endlessly.

Su Qinghan didn't feel bored either, and patiently listened to the unofficial and official history she gave to herself in popular science dramas.

As soon as the two of them talked, they were almost 3 a.m. They said good night before going to rest. The next day, they naturally got up late.

Su Qinghan only had classes in the afternoon, so only Song Ranran was late.

Song Ranran hurriedly washed her face and changed into school uniforms. She carried her schoolbag and ran to Su Qinghan's room door and slapped the door: "My sister-in-law, I'm going to school. Remember to get up and eat something."

A grunting promise came from the room. Song Ranran had no time to go to the refrigerator to get milk, so she ran to the entrance to change her shoes, and rushed to the shortcut to run towards the direction of Yizhong.

When there was still a distance from the road, Song Ranran stood at the red light entrance and saw the guard standing next to the passable side door from afar. He just waited for the boy in front to walk in and the door would close.

There are more than ten seconds left in the red light, and the traffic flows in front of me are endless. Song Ranran couldn't run away even if she wanted to run, so she could only shout: "Uncle, wait a moment!"

Through the flow of traffic, her voice mixed with the sound of the whistle and could not be heard at all.

When the boy finally came in, the guard pulled the door handle of the iron door and was about to lock it.

The boy took a step back and knocked the iron door open for a certain distance, stuck in the middle of the side door, motionless.

The old man was puzzled: "Classmate, why are you standing there? You're going to be late."

The boy turned his back to him and stopped in the middle of the door without saying a word. His headphones were hanging on his shoulders, but he still didn't hear them.

"Oh hey!" The old man was amused and patted the iron gate and asked him: "Classmate, are you deaf? Still stupid!"

The green light on the road next to it is on.

"That's great, I thought I couldn't catch up. Thank you, uncle, thank you, classmate." Song Ranran ran over, looked at the old man and the boy gratefully, hugged his schoolbag in his arms, and crawled into the gap next to the boy, and ran to the teaching building.

"Student, how long do you have to stand? Which class of you are from? Didn't you hear the bell ringing?" The old man put his hands on his hips and looked at the boy up and down.

"Class 7, Grade 1." The boy threw out four words and finally walked into the school.

"This class of students, alas!" The old man sighed heavily as if he was leisurely walking.

When Song Ranran ran to the class gate, the bell for morning self-study just stopped.

Xu Yijia was standing on the podium and was debugging the audio.

"Sorry, I'm getting up late today." Song Ranran put down her schoolbag, carried the chair, took the Walkman and walked up.

Xu Yijia shook her head slowly and gave up her position.

Song Ranran put on the walkman and sat down on the podium: "Everyone will find out the 1012 weekly report, we will start to play listening questions now."

She turned the sound of the speaker a little higher, and the prelude music of the weekly listening echoed in the classroom. Although the front and back doors were closed, people could hear it clearly even when standing outside the classroom door.

Ji Shixue stood against the wall, lowering her head to play Go games, and she had no intention of entering.

After smoking cigarettes, Ding Yifan and Zhang Xun came out of the stairwell of the U-stairs building opposite and walked towards the back door of the classroom with their arms around. Just as they were about to kick the door, someone called him: "Ding Yifan."

The two of them followed the sound and saw Ji Shixue leaning against the front door, they walked over and asked him, "Brother Shi, what are you doing? Don't you go in?"

"Wait until she finishes it."

"Ha?" Ding Yifan didn't understand.

"The representatives of the main class speak their listening skills, and the representatives of the deputy class maintain discipline and ensure quietness. It is indeed a match between men and women, so they are not tired of working." Zhang Xun glanced at the empty seat beside Xu Yijia through the window, shrugged, and leaned against the wall to play with his cell phone.

"What's the matter?" Ding Yifan was even more confused.

But seeing that both of them were in this posture, even if they didn't understand, they knew that they would do it. So they just lie on the railing to watch the sports students training on the playground.

The sound of the sound in the classroom became weaker, and there was a sound of reading English text. Ji Shixu put his phone back into his pocket and pushed the door in.

Song Ranran held a chair in one hand and a walkman in the other, English weekly newspaper and audio, and walked off the podium...

"Brother Shi, why don't you leave?" Ding Yifan followed behind and saw Ji Shixue stopping at the door, feeling inexplicable.

"You are late." Song Ranran remembered the agreement with Xu Yijia yesterday, raised her face and said, "I will listen to you again before lunch break. You will go back to the classroom after lunch."

The class suddenly became quiet, and almost everyone's eyes were anxious about Song Ranran and Ji Shixu.

Ding Yifan refused without thinking: "Student Ranran, there is no need to be so strict, Miss Wu has never cared about us. The class monitor used to care about his listening skills and didn't say he wanted to play it for us. You are too...well!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Xun covered his mouth from behind: "Say a few less words and keep your mouth for lunch."

Song Ranran ignored them, and continued to walk with the things in his arms.

Ji Shixu took a step and blocked her, took the chair and the speaker straight from her hand, and put it away.

Song Ranran was stunned for a second, and sat back calmly.

"Fuck, what's the matter!" Ding Yifan took off Zhang Xun's hand and couldn't help but swear.
Chapter completed!