Like saying something;

He couldn't hear clearly, but he didn't want to hear clearly because he had to rush to work.

Probably someone he was talking to on the phone? He thought after walking by.

Feng Wuli said goodbye to Shi and went back to school.

There is a snack street in front of the school. Opposite and next to it are the aromas of various breakfasts, and the smells are very mixed.

The school gate is not very grand, but a gate is opened under the tile-colored wall under the shade of a row of trees. It is more like the entrance of a community, and there is a security booth next to it.

Unlike universities, which have large iron gates dozens of meters long and vaulted school gates, this kind of school gate under the shade of trees can shorten the distance between students and the school, and they will not feel that they are here to do business.

It's the feeling of coming back as a master.

He followed the blue and white crowd in.

Go back to the classroom and read Chinese early. If he is not good at Chinese, he will stop reading.

Taking advantage of this little time, he could do a few questions.

This way he will feel less guilty about wasting three days on vacation.

He looked at the empty seats next to him and felt a little strange why Jiang Nao's seat was so empty.

She emptied all the books? There’s no need to empty the drawer just to put them away for the Mid-Autumn Festival, right?

Moreover, she usually arrives very early, then sits up straight and goes about her business without looking away. Her inner self-cultivation and temperament are as calm and natural as a noble and elegant black cat.

Then he greeted him with a smile.

But today he came back and saw an empty table. The brand-new table top was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the bright golden sun coming in through the window.

Although it is also very beautiful, without her, I always feel that a lot of things are missing.

asked for leave?

Why didn't you tell yourself?

Thinking about it this way, it seems that she never sent herself a WeChat message on the second day of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Feng Wuli was writing the paper on the table, and his eyes drifted to the empty table from time to time.

I always feel like something is not quite right, and I can’t put my finger on it.

He looked back at his papers. There was a lot of noise in the class, saying it was morning reading time, but without the teacher patrolling, the scene would have been very chaotic.

It's just that the chaos won't last long. By this time next year, everything that happens here will end with the sound of the English winding up bell that afternoon.

I was so caught off guard that I couldn't react at all, as if I was pushed away by something, pushed out of the school gate, maybe until the beginning of the university, I saw boys and girls in school uniforms waiting for the bus on the street, and suddenly I was in a trance. It was obviously the same summer, that day

In an instant, it seemed as if he was already far away from himself.

Feng Wuli is writing the steps of mathematical geometry. This kind of problem-solving step is generally flawed. No matter how you look at it, the two lines are parallel, and you have to prove more than ten or twenty lines.

It's not enough if you don't write. Sometimes it's a bit perverted and you have to fill a piece of paper.

As I was writing, the pen suddenly lost color.

I drew on the scratch paper, and the lines I drew were intermittent.

Subconsciously, I wanted to ask Jiang Nao to borrow a pen.

Then I suddenly realized that everything was normal this Tuesday morning, except that the quiet little girl beside me was no longer there.

"What are you thinking about? You look so worried?" asked the fat man who was pretending to copy PPT on the podium but actually playing Minesweeper.

Feng Wuli glanced at him: "I'm thinking about something very important."

"What?"

"This world is increasing in entropy. If this continues, the world will one day experience heat death. I'm very worried..."

"Are you a fool for riding a horse?"

Feng Wuli stood up and went over to watch him play Minesweeper.

"Wait a minute, the teacher is coming." The fat man disliked him for being in the way. After all, the two people copying the PPT were too suspicious.

"What's the fun in clearing mines?"

"And Spider Solitaire."

"This is thunder."

There was no flag-raising ceremony on Tuesday, so I went down and did a lap of exercise. When I came back, I was mostly exhausted. Fatty and Lu Zhisheng asked him to play shuttlecock.

This recess lasts twenty minutes.

A dozen or so people formed a large circle under the senior high school teaching building. Actually, there were several large circles. The main activity was to play shuttlecock.

There are also those who have just finished running and don’t want to go back to the classroom, so they stay down there, or they sneak into the canteen during exercise. Now walking back, there are several junior high school students who are freshmen and sophomores coming to look for someone, and there are also some who have just arrived at school.

The teacher passed by.

There were quite a few people lying on the guardrails on every floor upstairs. Those from downstairs were shouting and those above were watching.

"By the way, have you seen Jiang Nao?"

Feng Wuli asked after kicking the shuttlecock.

The fat man caught the shuttlecock, but he asked something that Feng Wuli thought was a bit ridiculous.

"Who is Jiang Nao?"

Jingle Bell--

The preparation bell for class rang.

Feng Wuliang went up to question the fat man, but the people around him looked at him strangely. Those who were more familiar with him would smile and ask which sister it was.

He seemed to be carried upstairs by the atmosphere. In that atmosphere, he felt that the doubts he wanted to say would be weak.

Who is Jiang Nao?

really?

The stairs were crowded with people. He looked around, looking up and down the stairs. He was surrounded by familiar faces. Their expressions and movements seemed to be frozen. He seemed to be able to push away the crowd, sometimes squatting, sometimes jumping up, and all stopped.

The people who came down were looking for something.

But he didn't find the girl he was looking for.

He went upstairs noisily.

Feng Wuli looked at the still empty table and gritted his teeth. The atmosphere was a bit depressing.

In the class that was about to quiet down, a certain boy suddenly stood up. He was about to run out of the classroom, but was stunned when he saw the two people at the door of the classroom.

He scratched his head and sat down again.

The class was still a little noisy, but it became quiet now.

I saw Sister Shang bringing in a very beautiful girl with long straight black hair, wearing their school uniform. Although there was no expression on her face, in two-dimensional terms, she should have three attributes, and she was very thorough, and her eyes were all

It's like there are no highlights.

Feng Wuli had seen Jiang Nao like this on the first day of school in the first year of high school.

Although he didn't know her at that time, she was so beautiful after all. If you said you didn't notice her at all, you would be deceiving yourself. Jiang Nao was the same way at that time. He had his own enchantment and was incompatible with the surrounding atmosphere.
Chapter completed!