The days of early autumn are still sunny, and the refreshing waves of bamboo forests in the distance are brought by the breeze, blowing across the playground that flattened a low mountain, and the ground is filled with dust.

The newly built teaching building has shiny yellow and white tiles, and the sound of majestic trumpets sounded. Teachers from all classes stood in the corridor of the teaching building, watching the young girls who were not honest when they lined up on the playground.

"The seventh set of national radio gymnastics for primary and secondary school students, start now, walk on the spot!"

Qin An's arms were stiffly swaying to the beat. With his psychological age, it was too childish and ridiculous to do such things, but he had to do it.

The standing positions of each class are separated by a row of boys and girls. The boys in Class 69 are next to the girls in Class 68. Qin An happened to be Ye Zhulan, who is not short among the girls.

Ye Zhulan started puberty a year earlier than Qin'an, but now Qin'an has also begun to grow taller rapidly during the summer vacation, slightly higher than Ye Zhulan.

"Ye Zhulan, I like you."

Ye Zhulan turned his head and his face turned red. Why did this guy go on a shift? He never said this before, what's wrong now? Is he serious or joking? He told himself whether he was waiting for his answer or was he talking to himself?

"I know, stop talking."

Ye Zhulan was afraid that others would hear him, so he quickly lowered his voice.

Qin An nodded, but his heart couldn't calm down at all, as if his heart was filled with a lot of heart, and suddenly he vented empty.

In his memory, he never confessed his love to Ye Zhulan, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to. He is just worried about gains and losses, worried about being rejected, worried about Ye Zhulan saying that students still don't want to consider these issues, worried about not even having friends in the future, worried about her saying that she always treats him as a good friend, and worried about her saying that she likes another person.

It turns out that she would answer her confession like this.

A question that has been suppressed in my heart for many years was simply answered.

The thoughts and soul of an adult confessed to a real thirteen-year-old girl, but Qin An did not feel unnatural or evil. In his memory, Ye Zhulan was like such a girl, entrenched in his heart. He grew up and matured, but the impression of Ye Zhulan has been like a statue of the eternal figure of those green years.

The two queues were close together, and the movement was very big. Qin An inevitably touched Ye Zhulan's hand. Every time Qin An could feel Ye Zhulan's shrinkage and dodge, and then lowered his head, not daring to look at Qin An.

Qin An felt that he had indeed fulfilled a wish, but he messed up something.

He has never forgotten Ye Zhulan for so many years, so he naturally feels happy with Ye Zhulan. He is very close to his relationship with Ye Zhulan. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a child. There is no physical contact with his limbs with a slightly larger amplitude. Sometimes the two people will look at each other and smile, with sweetness in their eyes and a slight sour taste of heartbeat, but this will not happen like this.

"Qin'an, concentrate on doing exercises."

On the other side, Sun Sun frowned and said words full of majesticity. As the class monitor, she has the right to supervise classmates who do not do serious exercises.

From the beginning, Qin An did not do the exercises well. He either had exaggerated movements or was not in place. He was often half a beat slower than being someone else. After someone finished one quarter, he was still doing it, or he was just too fast. After someone finished five beats, he finished eight.

Qin An was sighing that if you want to live again, there will be omnipotence and others know everything. It seems that it is just a pure imagination. At least now, Qin An has suffered a stutter in eye exercises and radio gymnastics. Who knows what else?

After the break, Ye Zhulan and her best friend He Yu left with the classmates from Class 68. Sun Sun and the sports committee member sorted out the formation of Class 69, and Qin An followed slowly at the end of the class.

"Qin'an, wait."

Qin An raised his head and saw a charming young woman in front of him. It was former class teacher Liao Yu. His standard pebbled face shape will become a trend of Korean style chasing in many years. His soft and long waves are long, his breasts are particularly plump during breastfeeding. His slightly plump waist is full of flesh, but there is no fat, but it is even more attractive. His huge pelvis makes the hip line exaggeratedly seductive and perky. He wears high heels at a height of 168 cm, which sets off his slender legs. Standing on the steps, Qin An can only look up at this time.

Liao Yu was secretly angry. She had a moment of illusion that the child just looked at her and looked at her in a certain way, and she looked very much like the male colleagues in the school who were swallowing their saliva. Although there was no other meaning on the blatant point, this way of appreciation had already surprised her a little.

"What are you looking at?" Liao Yu said angrily.

"It's nothing... Teacher Liao recovers well after giving birth. Pay attention to exercise, eat more fiber-rich grains, do more waist-twisting exercises, and maintain your figure better. The autumn wind is blowing, and the remaining poison has not dissipated. The baby pays attention to detoxification and reduces fire, and puts some fire-clearing treasures in the water." Qin An was always angry with Liao Yu. Later, when he was old, he naturally no longer cared about him. But when he saw her again, he somehow had a frivolous and casual tone.

"Haha, you know a lot!" Liao Yu laughed instead of anger, "You might as well put these thoughts on your studies. I want to see how great it is to transfer to a class!"

"I won't bother you to worry about this." Qin An said calmly. It was this teacher who drove him out of Class 68. In addition to the frustration and shame of being swept out, Qin An felt that he might still need to thank her. If it weren't for changing classes and continuing to hang up with Ye Zhulan, who was heartless and heartless, whether his grades in the third year of junior high school would be like a rocket. It would be unknown.

Qin An remembered that when he first came to Class 69, Qin An ranked 150th among more than 200 people in the grade, but by the midterm exam, he had already entered the top ten in the class. At the end of the semester, he was the 50th in the town and the top ten in the grade.

At that time, Qin An's best grade was fifth in the grade. His father, Qin Huai, had stepped down as class teacher because he was teaching English in multiple classes and was appointed as Chinese teacher Deng. What made Qin Huai feel proud was that Liao Yu actually asked Qin An to transfer back to Class 68, but was naturally rejected by Qin Huai.

Qin An felt that since he could have made such a thing as a salty fish turning over and turning a rocket into a rocket in the past, he was even more capable now, mathematics, foreign languages, no obstacles, physics, chemistry, and a little bit of it, those things will come back. As for politics and history, it is nothing more than rote memorization. He didn't worry much. The remaining Chinese language in the end gave Qin An a headache, but Qin An won't say that he got the full score, with a total score of 4o, and it would be absolutely fine to get more than 35.

"Don't harass Ye Zhulan anymore. That child works harder and sprints, he can still go to the first grade. As for you, it would be great to be able to go to vocational high school or technical secondary school." Liao Yu was finally angry by Qin An's attitude. She had never seen such a student who disrespects the teacher and ignores the teacher's majesty.

Qin An shook his head and no longer paid attention to Liao Yu. Although she was a teacher, she was not her class teacher. Her father would not spoil her, but she would protect her shortcomings. It was nothing to offend Liao Yu. Anyway, after her term, her father would be suspended from payroll and stayed at the prescribed trajectory and began to embark on the road of establishing a private middle school. She would not work with Liao Yu.
Chapter completed!