After being on trending searches, I became the cinnabar mole all over the internet

"Don't tell others, this is my own family matter."

Cheng Jiaoxiao agreed to her. He was always very carefree, but he was very careful about such matters. He paused and asked, "Why don't you think that everyone will help you get through this difficult time together?"

"Some things are your own."

and--

Cheng Xuran didn't want to influence anyone.

Whether he cares or not.

To some extent, intertwined with self-esteem.

It was also at that time that I don't know which grade department the rumor came from.

It was said that there was a girl in the liberal arts class who always walked with Song Yanqing from the science class. They often had lunch together. Did they fall in love? After all, both of them seemed to have been approached by the teacher before.

Then someone else said no, and they didn't talk about it, but she knew that girl, and she most likely liked the monitor of Class 1.

Passed on, it reached their ears.

A well-respected girl from the liberal arts class was quite curious. When she passed by Cheng Xuran, she said hello in a high-pitched voice, which was not malicious: "They said you like people from the first class, is that true?"

Always cryptically, silently, in the name of friends.

Being exposed like this, I was caught off guard.

"No." Cheng Xuran stopped and replied in a deep voice. Knowing that they wouldn't believe it and knowing the nature of rumors, he paused for no more than two seconds and calmly added, "I have someone I like."

By then it was exhausting.

She didn't have the heart to think too much, and she was blank when asked. She was afraid of losing her mother and family, and she didn't want to ruin a friendship at this time.

As long as we stay like this, we will be friends.

She didn't dare to risk gambling at all, before the college entrance examination.

In fact, everything has been thought out. Wait until I am admitted to Jianghang University, wait until the wind blows.

"Crack!" was the sound of a book being slapped on the table. Lin Weizhen was anxious to help Cheng Xuran: "Are you done yet? Isn't it interesting to pay attention to other people's things all day long without looking at how many points you got in the exam?" The girl who asked the question sneered: "How dare you accuse me? You, an art student, take shortcuts and still look down on us?"

"Who takes shortcuts?"

Tit for tat has a strong smell of gunpowder.

"Dong, dong——" Two knocks on the door.

"What's the fuss about? Let's talk to the Academic Affairs Office."

A clear and distant voice sounded in the silence.

The boy in school uniform was holding a computer in one hand and leaning against the door with a cold expression.

Those eyes were dark and narrow.

Cheng Xuran's heart beat fast, not knowing how much he heard.

The next section is English. The English teacher likes Song Yanqing's spoken English very much. He is here to deliver a computer, and he is probably new here.

"It's nothing." The girl who just started the trouble said with a smile, "I just heard that you are in love with someone. I asked out of curiosity. It turns out that you two have someone you like. That's okay."

Song Yanqing didn't recognize her, and his expression was quite indifferent. He put the computer on the podium and said in a medium voice, "Classmate, we are in the same class. Be polite. Don't believe anything you shouldn't believe."

The girl nodded and returned to her seat.

Less than a minute after Song Yanqing came in, the English teacher came in behind and patted the boy on the shoulder, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Song Yanqing said, "You go to class."

"Remember to bring over your last English speech and I will show it to everyone." The teacher said.

"Show your class representative. She has good handwriting." Song Yanqing was too lazy to take it and glanced at Cheng Xuran.

"You two can't run away." The English teacher emphasized the pronunciation of the words and pointed at Song Yanqing.