Rebirth: I Have a Spiritual Spring

Chapter 41 Luo Jingyun, help Leng Ziyue

"My name is Luo Jingyun, remember, it's Luo Jingyun!" Luo Jingyun gritted her teeth and squeezed out her name word by word.

Zhang Wanwan hurriedly nodded and promised again and again that she would not forget. Only then did Luo Jingyun let her go. She returned to her gossiping attitude and chased Zhang Wanwan to ask Yan Zeyu. She made Zhang Wanwan look bigger than her head and two, and replied helplessly: " Well, I want to ask, we are only on the second day of school, how do you judge this school girl? "

"This is not simple. Yesterday, someone uploaded photos of our good-looking boys in the first year of high school to the school forum. This was a referendum! It is absolutely not mixed with water." Luo Jingyun immediately acted like a nymphomaniac when talking about this kind of thing. Zhang Wanwan was extremely speechless. Thinking of her deskmate, she muttered: "In terms of looks alone, Yan Zeyu is not the most outstanding one in the first year of high school. Yesterday, my temporary deskmate was prettier than Yan Zeyu. Of course, I am seeking truth from facts, and I don't pay attention to these things. !”

Zhang Wanwan promised again and again, but Luo Jingyun didn't listen at all and answered excitedly: "That's right! Did you find out that your temporary deskmate yesterday was absent from the military training today?"

Zhang Wanwan's pupils trembled slightly, and she quickly raised her head. Looking at the row of boys from beginning to end, she was surprised to find that that person was not really there.

Seeing her like this, Luo Jingyun once again shook her head in disgust, "What do you think I should say about you? If you have a top-notch handsome man as your deskmate, you don't notice him at all. Could it be that you are really just studying?" Stupid?"

Zhang Wanwan: "."

"Let me tell you, your deskmate Leng Ziyue is indeed the best in the world, but his temper is too cold. He can only watch from a distance and not play with him. This Yan Zeyu is different. Not only is he sunny and talkative, he is also a gentleman to girls. In addition, his appearance is like a prince among the toads in our first year of high school. If you don't choose him, who should you choose?" Luo Jingyun said, "I am seeking truth from facts."

The girls nearby who listened carefully with their ears all laughed, while the boys retorted dissatisfiedly, "What do you mean ****?"

As soon as these words came out, the girls who had been snickering reservedly before all laughed wildly.

Su Ranran, who was standing in front, glanced over and her laughter stopped abruptly. They all stood up straight and behaved as well as they wanted, as if the farce just now did not exist at all.

Military training in high school is completely different from that in junior high school. In the past, military training was just for fun. Now, military training actually involves instructors coming and asking them to stand in a military posture and walk forward in the bright sun. Boys are better, but girls only start after an hour. I'm wailing, but fortunately I have a living treasure like Luo Jinyun, Zhang Wanwan felt that the military training was not as difficult as expected. When they were tired, the instructor would let them take a rest. At this time, they could listen to Luo Jingyun's gossip. During the short break, they could also get to know some classmates in the class. Everyone asked about each other's news. As time passed, It was fast, and the week of military training passed in the blink of an eye.

On the last day of military training, each class began to take turns to practice and perform, and the top three selected would also receive certificates of merit. The students in their class were all the best students in the first year of high school. Naturally, they were unwilling to admit defeat in this, and they were all high-spirited. The posture seemed to be for fighting rather than performing. The instructor was so beautiful that his class won just by looking at the momentum.

Sure enough, after the performances of each class, the first class of senior high school received the certificate of first place in military training. They all cheered on the playground and received envious or jealous looks from other classes. The class teacher Su Ranran was almost lifted up by the boys.

Because tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are weekend holidays, most of the students in the dormitory have to go home. Zhang Wanwan walked around the school to avoid the crowds. It took about fifteen minutes before he went to the parking lot to pick up the car.

At this time, there were less than five bicycles left in the parking lot, and no one could be seen. She simply unlocked the bicycle and rode away. The security guard didn't say anything when she left the school gate. Zhang Wanwan was in a good mood, wondering if Go to Century Square to help Zhang's father and mother, or go to the market to buy vegetables and go home to cook a delicious meal for Zhang Boyan. Just when she was hesitantly stopping at the four-way intersection, she saw a person who surprised her from a distance—Leng Ziyue, her temporary deskmate!

Zhang Wanwan was a little hesitant to go over, but before she could figure it out, Leng Ziyue slowly slid down the street tree and curled up into a ball with a painful expression.

"Leng Ziyue!" Zhang Wanwan shouted, and as soon as the light turned green, she rushed towards Leng Ziyue. After the car stopped, Zhang Wanwan stepped forward and touched Leng Ziyue, and saw that he looked so painful and anxious that he was sweating. .

"You can't do this! Do you have a mobile phone? I'll call an ambulance for you." Zhang Wanwan wanted to dig through Leng Ziyue's bag in annoyance, but felt that it was rude and was in a dilemma when she heard Leng Ziyue's weak voice. He shook his head and said, "No need, it's an old problem. It will be gone in a while."

Zhang Wanwan:? ? ?

What's wrong with this?

The more Leng Zi saw that she was dumbfounded, he supported Zhang Wanwan to sit up with difficulty. This time it seemed that all his strength had been spent. Seeing him like this, Zhang Wanwan felt really uneasy. She bit her lips and took her water bottle. , while washing the lid, he explained: "This is the warm water my parents prepared for me. It is used for military training. Because the bottle is too big, I never finish it. I washed the lid. You use this to drink. Drink some water." It will be more comfortable.”

Zhang Wanwan handed the water to Leng Ziyue.

Leng Zi frowned slightly as he looked at the water. After hesitating for a moment, he still accepted Zhang Wanwan's kindness with a cold face. He put a glass of water into his mouth. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but the uncomfortable part of his body seemed to be slowly relaxing. The suffocating feeling just now disappeared quickly, and he recovered as before in less than a minute.

This realization shocked him extremely. His calm eyes seemed to have an inexplicable brilliance, and he became distracted while staring at the water in his hand.

"Then, do you still want to drink?" Zhang Yuanyuan asked tentatively.

Leng Ziyue nodded slightly.

Zhang Wanwan was stunned, and she was polite. She didn't expect this person to be so unreasonable. She had no choice but to pour another glass of water for Leng Ziyue, until Leng Ziyue drank all the water in her kettle. Zhang Wanwan Only then did I get my kettle lid back.

On the way home, she still looked confused. She clearly disliked her water at first, but ended up drinking all the water in her kettle for no reason. Could it be that she noticed that the water was different?

After thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't figure it out, so she simply shook her head and didn't think about it anymore.

When she arrived near her home, Zhang Wanwan first went to the vegetable market and bought a pork fan bone, a pound of fresh shrimps, a saltwater fish, and two more vegetables. She carried a bunch of things upstairs. When she looked up, it was not yet six o'clock. , Zhang Baiyan will arrive home at least around six or seven o'clock, and there is still time to cook now.

(End of chapter)