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"Jingle bell--”

The shrill bell rang, and the silence on the campus was suddenly broken. After a while, the invigilators walked out of the classrooms in the teaching building holding the test papers.

The last course of the final exam is over.

In June, the sun was blazing overhead, and the plastic runway on the playground was scorched. The sound of cicadas was clear and loud, and it was instantly submerged in the noisy campus.

Shen Shiyin packed up his schoolbag, walked out of the examination room along the crowd, and went from the third floor.

At the door of the first floor, Yan Zhao was standing by the steps with a black schoolbag on his shoulder, with his head lightly on one side and his eyelids down, staring indifferently in the direction of the stairway, watching the crowd go back and forth in front of him, as if waiting for someone. Posture.

Shen Xiyin walked over and slowed down as he approached him until he stopped. Yan Zhao stuffed a bottle of ice coke into her hand, looked at her expression, and smiled: “It seems that you did a good job in the exam. ”

“How about you? ”

He still looked like he didn't care much: “It's okay. ”

The cold body of the can moistened the palm of his hand to dispel the heat caused by the weather. It seemed that it had just been taken out of the freezer. Soon, Shen Ciyin held it and asked him, "Where did you buy it?" ”

“Commissary. "Yan Zhao said, “I handed in the paper a few minutes in advance." ”

The students on the side were crowded, and occasionally a teacher would pass by. The two of them didn't want to be too obvious in the school, so they didn't talk much. They got up and walked out of the teaching building, deliberately controlling the distance.

Shen Shiyin walked in front with a sunshade, and Yan Zhao fell about half a step behind her, following slowly. He lowered his eyes and looked at her ponytail swinging as she walked, and the shadow of the umbrella fell on her thin back, dividing a light and dark junction line.

In fact, Yan Zhao has little interest in most things, or it is difficult to maintain long-term interest.

His excellent background made him almost at his fingertips for everything, and Yanhui never restrained him, so he developed a completely arbitrary character.

Skiing, piano, tennis, horse riding... As long as it is something he is a little bit interested in, he can try it effortlessly. If he thinks it's okay, he will continue. If he feels bored, he will throw it away.

The same is true for shopping, no matter what it is, as long as he takes a closer look, someone will deliver it to his home the next day.

It's too easy to get, too easy to see through, and too easy to get started.

It's hard to find anything that can attract his attention, let alone make him have the idea he wants at first glance.

What about people? It seems to be the same.

When the sophomore year of high school first started, the most popular topic for people around was a beautiful transfer student from the fourth class of liberal arts.

It is said that it is very beautiful, and many boys will secretly run to the fourth class to see her on purpose. It's just that the personality is a bit boring, high and cold, doesn't talk much to people, and it's very difficult to get close.