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"From now on... don't recognize people clearly. Not everyone can be your friend."

Crush his mind and crush her fantasies as well.

Under the umbrella, the boy suddenly laughed.

It's just quite funny.

It was the first time that Song Yanqing could apply the words "unable to recognize people" to himself.

Yes, he has many friends, Cheng Xuran is one of them, but everyone knows that she is more than a friend.

The finger bones rubbed against the lighter so hard that the joints turned green and white. He lowered his head and bit the cigarette to light it. The scarlet between his fingers flickered, and his eyebrows became more and more sick and tired: "Cheng Xuran."

The rain came in thick sheets.

"This has happened. Don't mention it again. I'll pretend it didn't happen."

The sourness suddenly choked her heart, and her eyes were hot. Cheng Xuran should be thankful that it rained heavily that night.

"I can't pass." Cheng Xuran said, "It's too tiring to be your friend, Song Yanqing."

"Actually, I've been saying this for a long time. The boy I like is polite, modest, and sincere. He's not like you. He's really - really annoying."

"It's not even suitable for us to be friends."

In the end, everything turned into determination.

Don't let me see you again became the best farewell.

Separated by a window.

Song Qishan stared at them, smiled lightly, and said to Father Cheng, "You have a good daughter."

The first time Song Yanqing bowed to him was to plead for Cheng's father.

An accomplice in a kidnapping case who is about to kill him and suffers from hydrophobia.

"Dad, do you want me to ask Yanqing to come back?" Song Huaijin came from behind, half of her face was illuminated in the unclear shadow, she straightened her tie and said politely, "The cake hasn't been eaten yet."

"Need not."

Father Cheng has been honest all his life.

His daughter is quite measured. Also good.

Let Song Yanqing suffer a hard time and understand what the gap is.

What happened next was like an accelerator. Song Yanqing had repeated fevers for more than a month and was hospitalized before returning to school.

He got eighth in the midterm exam and was in bad shape. It was the first time in three years of high school——

The name Song Yanqing fell from the top of the grade list, and many people laughed at it. The teachers took turns talking to Song Yanqing.

Cheng Xuran held the book and calmly read the transcript, then turned and left.

In that midterm exam, she took the Grade 3 exam.

Back in class, a group of boys in the back row of the class were chatting happily on their mobile phones.

A group of people headed by Han Pengyue made the classroom a mess.

From the third year of high school to the latter part of high school, teachers have completely given up on some children who don't study at all. They can't manage them and don't have the energy to do so. They don't even care about their mobile phones.

"I thought Song Yanqing was so awesome? Didn't he come back and get eighth place in the exam? How many places did he get thrown out of the first place? Haha——"

Han Pengyue's sarcastic voice reached Cheng Xuran's ears clearly from the noise.

She walked into the classroom, clenched the textbook in her hands, exerted force every inch, her face was calm, and she returned to her seat and sat down.

Han Pengyue raised his eyelids, glanced at Cheng Xuran meaningfully, and laughed, very harshly.

"It's still more than a month before the college entrance examination. I guess it will be difficult for Song Yanqing in his current state, not to mention China Southern Airlines, even the engineering university..."

"Deserved it."

Han Pengyue stretched out and kicked the boy's chair in front of him: "Go and buy me a drink."

"I still want..."

"Go the hell!" Han Pengyue dug his ears and shouted impatiently, "You didn't hear what I said!"

Cheng Xuran couldn't bear it anymore and turned around: "If you have something to say to the teacher, what's the point of showing off behind your back?"

Han Pengyue looked at her with a malicious smile on his lips: "Who are you standing up for, school committee?"