She was too lazy to clean up, so she washed up and lay lazily on the bed.

It is summer and the weather is hot.

The air conditioner has been turned on long ago.

At this moment, the air conditioner was combined with the "rustling" wind, and the "buzzing" sound from the mechanical operation filled the entire room.

The temperature in the bedroom is suitable.

It makes people unconsciously become clear-headed.

Ying Xi held her chin and began to think about the exchange student project.

During the day today, Chen Yaya reminded her.

When Xu Huili asked her to go abroad, she was indeed unwilling to do so.

But now I think it would be a good thing to learn more and make your resume beautiful.

Moreover, the engineering majors of Ying Xi and others are more old-fashioned in German universities, and exchanges are also heading towards Germany.

Ying Cheng is an art student, most of whom he wants to go to France, Britain, Italy, etc.

Although European countries are close, it is completely impossible to accompany Yingcheng and take care of each other as Xu Huili thought.

There is no financial pressure from their family.

Even if you can't get a free quota, it's okay to pay a part of it yourself.

As long as there is this opportunity.

Ying Xi thought about it carefully for a while and thought it was feasible.

Not a herd mentality.

She has always had no plan for life. At this moment, she needs to slowly explore and find a way out from her ignorance. She is always inevitable to refer to some opinions.

If it makes sense, keep it.

Very normal.

...

Before going to bed.

Ying Xi received Song Qianhe’s WeChat.

He asked: [Ying Xi, are your exams over?]

Ying Xi raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Generally speaking, most of them chat with each other are more common in small groups.

Song Qianhe has a calm temper and is definitely more taciturn than Ding Zhiming. Not to mention that he has almost never had a private chat alone, he responded in the group, but he is also concise and concise.

Ying Xi didn't think about it carefully, and just thought he had something to ask her for it, and immediately typed and replied: [Yes, I've been home after the exam.] Song Qianhe: [How was the exam?]

Ying Xi:【It should be quite smooth.】

Song Qianhe: [Where is a high school mathematics? Can you pass it? I remember that your mathematical thinking was OK when you were in high school.] Ying Xi smiled.

After thinking about it, he replied: [It seems that only you two will praise me like this. You must be able to pass it.] A few talks.

Finally getting into the whole.

Song Qianhe: [Our team won the ACM school championship and can play in the regional qualifying competition.] Between the lines, it is a bit subtle and smug.

It's rare to look like a big boy.

Ying Xi was very supportive and quickly replied to him: [Congratulations, friend!] Click and send.

In a flash.

She suddenly remembered that after hearing Zhou Wei said that Xie Caizhou also went to participate in this competition.

I don't know, how did he end up?

This thought only flashed for a moment.

Ying Xi sneered and skipped it straight away.

What does Xie Caizhou have to do with her?

At best, she is just a melon-eating crowd. As a student in the same school, learn about the trends of celebrities on campus.

There is no difference between Zhou Wei and Chen Yaya.

...

However.

Perhaps it was because I suddenly thought of Xie Caizhou's name.

Ying Xi was soon rewarded.

It's past one o'clock in the morning.

She just fell asleep in a daze.

The phone suddenly vibrated violently.

Ying Xi closed her eyes, fumbled around the pillow for a few times, touched the phone, but didn't open her eyes to see it. She ticked a few times and picked up the phone.

“……Um.”

No one spoke on the other end of the phone.

Ying Xi's brain has been short-circuited and his consciousness is not very clear.

I couldn't wait for the voices, and soon, I fell asleep again.

I forgot to hang up the phone.

The earpiece was silent for a long time.

Only the sound of breathing sounds sounded in my ears, like a hypnotic music.

a long time.

There was finally a sound from the other end.

He sounded drunk, but he didn't seem to know that Ying Xi had already fallen asleep.

He said: "Xi Xi...I'm sorry."

The tone is unusually low.

In the night, the room is left with loneliness.

Unfortunately, the person he wanted her to hear did not respond.

It seems to be said a thousand times and ten thousand times.

All are nothingness.

The author has something to say: Good morning.

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