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In a boy's life of seventeen or eighteen years old, there have been too many colorful people. His sky is high, his sea is broad, and his youth is turbulent and extremely flamboyant.

She was just that ordinary passerby, even too dull and tasteless. No one would remember her even if she poured a glass of boiled water over the years.

Yes, Cheng Xuran understood.

Without Cheng Jiaoxiao, she and Song Yanqing would never have known each other in the first place, let alone have any intersection.

Ask yourself, would a boy like Song Yanqing notice her at first sight without being introduced by a friend?
will not.

He will find it boring and she will stay away from him.

From the beginning, Cheng Xuran deliberately kept a distance from Song Yanqing, perhaps because he was afraid of his subsequent attraction.

But as he got closer, Cheng Xuran became a little confused and couldn't tell when his heartbeat started.

The training days were very hard. The dark papers and the pressure of competition made me breathless. I faced countless mistakes and collapses and woke up at four o'clock in the morning. But it is still worth remembering.

Because there was his presence in the study room at four o'clock in the morning, instructions to teach her how to do the questions, Wangzi milk and bread on the table, and his profile sleeping on the desk.

That's probably the closest they've ever been.

Cheng Xuran once cried bitterly because of a sloppy and minor wrong question on the test paper. Collapse is often the last straw. He sat on the steps and sobbed continuously.

He didn't say anything at that time, he just stood by and watched her cry quietly, staying with her, like a casual person who knew the details.

The sky was gray.

The morning is quiet.

The stone steps with only two people on them were also quiet and covered with damp moss.

When she was tired of crying and it was almost dawn, he took her to watch the sunrise, asked her to look up, and asked her how she felt. Cheng Xuran sobbed and said it hurt her eyes.

He smiled, said nothing, and taught her how to do the questions under the sunrise light. He solved the wrong questions in different forms over and over again until she knew how to do it.

He was so close.

The profile of the face is blurred.

Your body will always smell clean.

Later, in an international mathematics competition, Song Yanqing won the first prize for No. [-] Middle School, Cheng Xuran won the second prize, and two senior high school students won the third prize. The principal of No. [-] Middle School was overjoyed.

Cheng Xuran walked out of the examination room. He and his friends were waiting for her, in their prime and high spirits.

I remember he asked her how she did in the exam.

Cheng Xuran raised his eyes and said thank you.

The young man raised his hand and pointed, his eyebrows were far away, his eyebrows were raised and he smiled, his voice was eloquent and powerful.

He said.

The light boat has passed the tens of thousands of mountains.

Outside the noisy examination room, with students coming and going, Cheng Xuran heard his own roaring heartbeat, so intense that he even had tinnitus.

It's like a train passing by the railroad tracks, and the sea breeze passing through the barbed wire, heading into the distance, boundless freedom as far as the eye can see.

Despite those stressful days, the road ahead is long and bright.

To this day, Cheng Xuran still cherishes that time.

This state lasted until the third month of the first semester of high school, when they became much closer. They would do questions together at school, share notes, help each other carry things to and from school, eat together, and watch movies together.

But after leaving school, it was difficult for Cheng Xuran to integrate into his life and adapt to his rhythm.

Song Yanqing once told her, with a lazy smile on his lips: "Cheng Xuran, do you people like you only like to play with good students?" (End of Chapter)