Host, You're Targeted

Maybe it was too immoral to jump in the queue to grab coke in a fair manner. Xia Zifeng failed to meet Sheng Yinzhou in the next few weeks. Even in the physical education class on Friday, he couldn't meet Sheng Yinzhou. He didn't know whether he was hiding from him or not.

However, this sense of loss did not last long, and she was forced to indulge in learning after the first monthly examination.

The time of the first monthly examination was set on the third Wednesday, Thursday and Friday after the beginning of school, which just washed out the PE class of class 1 and class 9.

As the monthly examination is also the school's bottom examination, so the whole grade one of senior high school has no examination room, all in their own classes.

After nine examinations, Xia Cifeng felt that he was going to be promoted to heaven. The degree of ease in doing the test could only be summarized in one word: cool.

Sure enough, there is nothing more happy than learning in this world.

After the test on Friday afternoon, the weekend will be released. Xia Xifeng and Zhou Tianshi have made an appointment with the students in the class to go to the basketball court to play after the test.

For Xueba, this simple examination is nothing. The end time of the exam is 4:30 p.m., but when the paper can be handed in at 4:00 p.m., Xia CI Feng, who has been lying on the table and has been sleeping for a while, must wake up on the spot and rub his eyes to make sure that it is time to hand in the test paper in advance. He raises his schoolbag and goes out of the examination room to eat The canteen is rubbing against the air conditioner and waiting for everyone to hand in the paper.

Xia Cifeng yawned and walked slowly past class 2 and class 3. He swayed down from the fourth floor, went to the first floor and stretched out. Just about to yawn again, he saw that the front had already descended to the Shengyin boat on the main campus road.

Sheng Yinzhou is a typical good student. No matter how hot the weather is, Sheng Yinzhou is a typical good student. No matter how hot the weather is, the sleeves of his school uniform coat are regularly attached to his wrist, and they will never be pulled up. The zipper is always buttoned and pulled to a little place under the clavicle, and it will never open. Some long school coat hems are rolled up by him and pasted with navy school uniform pants. The whole person looks like he is Smart and regular.

It's the look of the elder in Xia CI Feng's mind - warm and kind, without the wanton publicity of young people, but the charm of green and immature simply can't be stopped.

When Xia Cifeng thought of this, he was surprised that Sheng Yinzhou had disappeared. He quickly pulled down his schoolbag and chased after him.

Fortunately, Sheng Yinzhou just turned a corner in the direction of the canteen, and his figure could be seen across the fence outside the basketball court.

Sheng Yinzhou's goal is very clear. He walked into the canteen and came out within a minute. When Xia Zifeng just caught up with the door of the canteen, he had already gone away with a plastic bag.

"So fast?"

Xia Zifeng trotted to catch up with him, keeping a distance not far away from him, and carefully looked at what was contained in the plastic bag he was carrying.

After careful identification for a while, Xia Zifeng was stunned, because Sheng Yinzhou only bought several bread, several bottles of milk and several bags of instant noodles, and several pieces of chocolate were under the big bag.

Xia CI Feng has an idea out of control: is this Sheng Yinzhou's dinner?

Isn't tomorrow a weekend? Isn't it a holiday? Why don't you go out for a good meal just after the exam? Although we haven't arrived at the canteen for dinner, it's not good to eat such shabby things for dinner, right?

One question mark after another pops up in his mind. When Xia Zifeng reacts, he finds himself standing outside the boys' dormitory.