Every September 1st day is a big day for students, with the second year of high school becoming a third year of high school, the first year of high school becoming a second year of high school, and then a group of young and handsome guys come to the first year of high school.

Qi Fei looked down in the corridor on the second floor early in the morning. Zhang Ganggang had moved the books back and forth several times, but he turned around and found that he was still there.

"What are you looking at?" Zhang Ganggang came over.

Qi Fei hooked his neck with a mysterious expression: "I heard that a big beauty came in in the first year of high school. Come on, let's take a look with my brother."

Zhang Ganggang said disdainfully: "What's wrong with the big beauty? She must be less beautiful than Rouru."

Qi Fei: "Come on, who knows whether your Rourou is a cow or a pig, just you think it is a fairy."

Zhang Ganggang's heart and eyes are full of his family Rourou, and he doesn't care about Qi Fei's stinky mouth: "Then have you found that beauty?"

Qi Fei sighed and sighed: "In the past, Boss Ji would not lean over at any time..."

Zhang Ganggang refused to comment. He saw Xie Meng holding the book and was about to go upstairs, and immediately shouted: "Xie Meng!"

The boy raised his head, and Ji Qinyang, who was walking beside him, also stopped.

"Boss!" Qi Fei said deliberately: "Let's go play basketball in the afternoon!"

Ji Qinyang did not answer, and he turned to ask Xie Meng: "Are you going?"

Xie Meng nodded and said with a smile: "I haven't played together for a long time."

The academic pressure of the second year of high school gradually became heavier, and many students began to provide targeted tutoring to lay a solid foundation for the next semester of liberal arts and science.

Ji Qinyang and Xie Meng did not talk about such topics, and they did not know whether it was indifferent or subconsciously avoiding them.

However, Qi Fei mentioned it privately in Chinese class: "I heard Maitreya Buddha say today that Xie Meng is going to participate in the arcane competition and go out to study with other schools in a few days."

Ji Qinyang moved his eyebrows. He didn't speak, he had earplugs on his left ear and held a pen to write. The Chinese teacher was analyzing ancient poems, and Ji Qinyang's paper was still a template.

Qi Fei secretly glanced at him: "Are you sure about liberal arts, right?"

Ji Qinyang didn't say yes or no. His eyes fell on Xie Meng in the front row, and the boy's hair was a little longer. He lowered his head, revealing his beautiful curved neck.

"Zhang Ganggang wants to take the media exam, and he has also settled for liberal arts." Qi Fei said softly: "I asked Zhuo Xiaoyuan. If you study medicine, you are sure it's reasonable."

Ji Qinyang's pen was gone, so he lit it hard a few times and threw it into the desk impatiently.

Qi Fei sighed: "Don't do this. Even if you are divided into classes, you will disappear. You can still play together in normal times."

Ji Qinyang didn't say a word, but simply stuffed earplugs into both ears. When he saw Xie Meng turn around and look here, the two of them slightly touched the air.

Ji Qinyang looked away first.

"?" Xie Meng looked at Qi Fei, who shrugged innocently.

Xie Meng did not refuse the arcane competition, and he found an opportunity to talk to Zhang Ganggang.

"I wonder if Rourou will go." Zhang Ganggang said longingly.

Xie Meng: "If it's an international class, he should go." After that, he saw Ji Qinyang happen to come in through the front door.

"Ji Qinyang." Xie Meng waved.

Ji Qinyang glanced at him lazily, deliberately took off the headphone cable and asked, "You call me?"

Xie Meng was so amused and crying: "Yes, I'll call you."

Ji Qinyang curled his lips and walked over slowly.

"Do you want to come to my house today?" Xie Meng smiled with a good temper: "I have something to give to you."

After hearing this, Zhang Ganggang immediately said, "I want to go too, I want to go too! I haven't been to your house for so long!"

Xie Meng was about to say the next time, when he heard Ji Qinyang suddenly say.

"Okay." He glanced at Xie Meng: "Let's go together."

Compared to Zhang Ganggang's excitement, Xie Meng and Ji Qinyang seemed much silent on the road. Ji Qinyang held his head and listened to the music intently. Occasionally, Xie Meng played several beats with the music. After watching him, he was ignored several times.

No matter how slow Zhang Ganggang was, he found something wrong. He leaned into Xie Meng's ear and whispered: "Have you quarreled with Ji Yimei?"

Xie Meng hesitated for a while and shook his head.

Zhang Ganggang patted his shoulder with an expression of understanding: "Get reconciled quickly, I'll create a chance to be alone later."

Xie Meng: “…”

Obviously, Zhang Ganggang completely forgot that the so-called opportunity to be alone had long been destroyed by him...

Zhang Xiujuan is going to the Senior Citizens University to study Chinese painting in the afternoon. There are soaked fruit tea and mung bean soup in the refrigerator. Xie Meng invited Zhang Ganggang and Ji Qinyang into the house and went to the kitchen alone to get a cup.

The walls outside the old-fashioned villa are covered with ivy. The living room is very dark. The wind is passing through the hall and the moisture of the soil in the yard. Xie Meng's home is clean and neat. There are two black and white portraits hanging on the wall. The desk below is filled with fruits and incense burners.

"That's my parents." Perhaps afraid of embarrassment, Xie Meng took the initiative to explain. He brought out the tea and was taken over by Ji Qinyang.

"I'll do it." Ji Qinyang said lightly.

Xie Meng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Thank you."

Three people sat down at the Eight Immortals Table in the center of the living room. Zhang Ganggang looked at the portrait and couldn't help asking: "Uncle and aunt...what happened to me?"

Xie Meng lit the incense and inserted it into the incense burner: "My parents were one of the earliest free reporters. When I was 6 years old, they went to the Palestinian and Israeli side... they died in the war." He looked at Zhang Ganggang: "Don't you like taking photos? There are many photos taken by my parents in my room. Do you want to see it?"

Of course Zhang Ganggang wanted to see it, but he was embarrassed to bother Xie Meng, so he hurriedly said, "You sit down and I'll get it myself."

Xie Meng told the story to Zhang Ganggang to flip, and only he and Ji Qinyang were left in the living room.

The smell of silk fragrance gradually filled the whole room. Ji Qinyang took a sip of tea and looked at Xie Meng's face intently.

"...Is there something on my face?" Xie Meng rubbed his back of his hand against his cheek in confusion, and did not touch the dirty thing.

"By the way." Xie Meng suddenly remembered: "I have a gift to you."

Ji Qinyang watched the other party stand up and took out a box from the chest of drawers at the back.

Xie Meng's expression was a little nervous: "I will attend the arcane training class in a few days. I may not have time to give it to you on your birthday, so I will prepare in advance."

Ji Qinyang opened the outer packaging of the box and opened it and found that it was actually a SONY headphone inside.

"I don't know which one is better, I asked a lot... This one is recommended by the salesperson." Xie Meng looked at Ji Qinyang and smiled: "But whether it is easy to use, you have to decide whether it is good or not."

Seeing that Ji Qinyang did not respond, Xie Meng could only continue with his teeth and said, "This is the manual, and it can be used with your MP3. I didn't throw it away. The warranty period is within 2 years. If you can't use it..." Xie Meng only felt a hot lips, and all the remaining words were blocked back.

Ji Qinyang's face was close at hand, his eyelashes were long and curly, and his eyes were filled with smiles.

Xie Meng: “…”

"What if I can't use it?" The touch of the lips was not clear, and Ji Qinyang had already retreated to a safe distance. As if nothing had happened, he plugged the headphones into the MP3.

"..." Xie Mengganbaba said: "Yeah... it can be exchanged with □□."

"Is that true?" Ji Qinyang put on his headphones and smiled: "But what you gave him, how could it be bad?"

The students participating in the arcane were divided into two classes, with only 15 people in one class. They trained from 2 pm to 8 pm every day. The progress of the two classes was fast and slow. Xie Meng was the only non-S high school student to enter the fast class.

When Han Dong saw him on the first day, his expression was not surprising: "Long time no see."

Xie Meng smiled: "Long time no see."

One after another, he had met Zhisheng classmates whom he had known came to say hello to him. Xie Meng responded one by one with a cold expression.

"After Lin Hengjing's matter was handled, the Academic Affairs Office seemed to have contacted your grandma to discuss helping you transfer school." Han Dong glanced at him: "But he was rejected very simply."

Zhang Xiujuan had never mentioned this to Xie Meng, but he could also imagine his grandmother's tone at that time.

"I stayed well in W," said Xie Meng.

Han Dong glanced at him with disgust: "I'm not blind, I can tell that you are very moist in your body now."

Xie Meng: “…”

After class was over at 8 o'clock, Han Dong and Xie Meng exchanged notes. While discussing the topic, they walked out and met a slow-class student who was off at the same time.

Lin Weixin stood at the back door with a pingting look.

"Xie Meng." The girl greeted her with a sweet smile.

Han Dong chuckled, and he poked Xie Meng in the arm: "You are so lucky."

Xie Meng glared at him helplessly and looked down at Lin Weixin: "Why don't you go back?"

Lin Weixin naturally stroked her long hair that fell to her shoulders and her eyes seemed to have a light in her eyes: "I'm waiting for you... go back together?"

It was almost 10 o'clock when Xie Meng returned home. Zhang Xiujuan's room door was closed, and the Pingtan tune played by an old radio came from inside. Xie Meng gently washed up and went back to his room, lying on the bed but couldn't sleep for a long time.

He turned over, opened the bag and took out the letter from Lin Weixin. He leaned closer and smelled it and found that he had actually applied perfume.

"..." Xie Meng smiled bitterly and threw the letter back into his bag.

There was a cool white blooming on the table. Xie Meng had just poured himself a cup when he saw Zhang Xiujuan tearing the mask on her face while humming "Daughter Love" out of the room. She was shocked to see her grandson.

Xie Meng: “…”

"Why don't you call me when you come back?" Zhang Xiujuan threw away the mask and complained: "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

"I will do it myself when I'm hungry, so you go to bed early." Xie Meng urged her,

Zhang Xiujuan yawned and touched his head: "Then I'm going to sleep, don't do it too late."

Xie Meng nodded, he took a sip of water, thinking that Lin Weixin's head started to hurt again.
To be continued...