Senior Sister Salt Department is Only Sweet To Me

Looking at each other for only a few seconds, Meng Han looked away, sweat dripping down her temples and jawbone, she quietly raised her hand and wiped the large towel on her body, then wiped it from her feet. He picked up the thermos cup that he brought with him, unscrewed the lid, and drank silently.

The wet forehead hair, the slender fingers grasping the wall of the water glass, and the bulge at the throat of the raised neck when swallowing, the whole person suddenly revealed a hint of green **** from the cold Ruolian.

The picture suddenly quieted down. Since people already have water, it's not easy for fans to move forward.

After a few minutes, he came over, Meng Han tore off the big towel he was wearing, and greeted the side, probably her friend or something, and the group of four walked away chatting and laughing.

Admirers appreciate the perfect face and then dissipate.

Guan Moran took Shen Muyang and walked back to find Zhu Yu, who was abandoned by them.

The absent-minded Shen Muyang realized it later, recalled that look, sighed and mumbled silently, "I knew I would buy water too."

When Guan Moran heard her words, she was very moved and relieved, and the movement of holding her arm was changed to swaying, and she giggled, "Xiao Yang, you also like Senior Sister Meng Han, right? I'll just say, not only does she study well, She can be your goal, she is good in all aspects, and her personality is infinite. As a new member of the Chilling Legion, I will take you to see her play tennis in the future, and I will make sure you lie down. In fact, every time Tuesday's physical education class overlapped with theirs, but it was a little far away, we had to climb over three teaching buildings and go to the playground of the high school."

"The Chilling Legion?" With another chance to meet every day, Shen Muyang naturally had no problem, she was just curious that it sounded like a fan union? Then why would some fans think about comparing themselves to a bug. "Who named this?"

"That's right! Use this to represent the big family of students that we like Meng Han." Guan Moran shook her head, "I just got up, how is it, isn't it super airy and charismatic?"

. long overdue.

Math class on Tuesday afternoon.

In fact, there are very few classes that really explain new knowledge now. Most of the subjects will be completed in the second year of junior high school. Entering the third year of junior high school is to do paperwork in one class, and then talk about paperwork in the next class.

Review your own deficiencies and omissions in the continuous sea of ​​questions, improve the speed of answering questions, and meet the high school entrance examination with the confidence of the sea of ​​questions.

This class is the turn to do the papers.

It was probably because the recent questions were easy and everyone got good marks. The teacher guessed that they could go further, so today the difficulty suddenly dropped by at least two stars.

The multiple-choice fill-in-the-blank questions in front of Shen Muyang went pretty smoothly, but when he got to the big questions, the speed gradually slowed down.

"My God, Xiao Yang, don't you even need scratch paper to do the previous questions?" Guan Moran, who was struggling with a fill-in-the-blank question, glanced at the same table in annoyance, watching the progress of the people and the whiteness on the scratch paper. A clean piece, the world view is a bit broken.

Shen Muyang has completed the second major question, and is reading the question silently, extracting valid information, her eyes are not diverted from the question, her index finger is lightly placed on her lips, signaling her not to speak.

Guan Moran was stunned for a moment, seeing the girl beside her who was doing the questions seriously and quietly for a moment, she became dazed.

The warm autumn sun came in lazily outside the window, and Shen Muyang, who was by the window, was bathed in this golden color.

Supporting his head in one hand, holding a pen in the other, he scribbled on the paper from time to time and circled his thumb a few times from time to time, with a slight lock between his eyebrows.

Even the school uniform is dyed with a thin layer of bright and soft.

When did it start?

It was this semester. The girls said from the beginning that they wanted to target Senior Sister Meng Han. They sounded like a cold joke. Later, they really began to listen to classes and do quizzes. The small test scores were getting better and better. Still a child, his temperament is more lively than before.

But it is different. The whole person is full of energy from the inside to the outside, sunny and gentle, serious and tenacious.

Beautiful and soft makes people want to sigh about youth, want to cherish time, and want to live up to their youthful time. Whether it is having fun or learning hard, it should become the most memorable years in memory.

Guan Moran walked silently for a while, her heart became calm as never before, and she turned her head to read the question carefully.

She didn't want to set such a great goal like Xiao Yang, but the first hurdle in her life - the high school entrance examination, driven by the atmosphere of studying at the same table beside her, she also wanted to take it a little more seriously.

Of course, more importantly, the next class is physical education.

At this time, she slowed down Xiao Yang's progress in doing the questions, and she didn't finish it. With Xiao Yang's intoxicated state of study, she was afraid that she would forget to see Senior Sister Meng Han's agreement, and she would fight the paper to the end here.

After solving the big questions in front, only the last question is left, which is generally the final question. For ordinary students, it can be equated with the additional questions. Most students can only ask three or four small questions. the first two questions.

Shen Muyang let go of the pen, pinched the back of his neck with his fingers, twisted his neck, and took a breath.

Prepare to take the last hurdle in one go.

The first two questions were solved step by step in two minutes, no need to use your brain, very routine and standardized question types, and I don’t know how many similar questions have been done.

By the time of the last two questions, it was a little difficult to write.

Moreover, the two questions are closely linked, so if you can't do the third question, you can't write the fourth question.

Shen Muyang frowned and looked at it for a while, then replaced the water-point pen with a pencil, and tried to start drawing auxiliary lines.

After wiping off several strips in succession, no matter how she drew it, she was still very patient, and she was not discouraged or impatient.

No way, this kind of perverted questions are all prepared for geniuses to score points. They have to rely on IQ. With hard work like her, plus the accumulation of previous lives, they can only meet the average standard and want to catch up with the real academic masters. , and more work.

"Ding bell ding bell~" The bell rang after class.

Shen Muyang was disturbed by the sudden sound, and frowned.

Guan Moran put down the test paper that was written on the third major question, and looked sadly at her deskmate who was wandering in the sea of ​​questions, sure enough.

"Xiao. Yang." Guan Moran whispered tentatively, but hesitated, wondering if it was immoral for him to disturb a well-behaved baby who loves to study.

"Huh?" Shen Muyang raised her eyes and glanced at her because of the weak voice, and was startled to realize that all the classmates had already got up and moved, and the classroom was very lively.

She remembered something, neatly folded the unfinished paper in half and stuffed it into the desk, put on the pen cap, threw the pen into the stationery bag, zipped up the zipper, and stood up.

The whole process was smooth, windy and hot, and there was no dawdling at all. It was meticulous from the one who just sat there, as if the person who was inseparable from the title sea was not alone in this life.

Guan Moran was stunned, her mind was a little bit unable to turn around.

"Come on, why are you standing still? Isn't the next session a physical education class? Let's see Senior Sister Meng Han!"

Tennis practice in weekly physical education class is an unstoppable sport for Meng Han.

High school is a lot of work, so there is only so little time in the week to do something I like.

Several of her friends can play tennis, but they are only limited to the superficial level of "knowing", which is not at the same level as her semi-professional.

But in physical education class, only classmates attend together, so she can only make do with friends, usually in wheel battles, she picks the other three.

As usual, after abusing the three friends, he also sweated profusely, and his whole body became transparent. Meng Han pulled a towel and followed his friends to find a corner with few people to rest.

There was the sound of the soles rubbing on the rubber playground, and just after sitting down for a while, the army of water delivery arrived as scheduled.

This is just an ordinary physical education class. Except that there are one or two classes in each grade, most of the students in other classes sit in the classroom, so the army is not mighty today, and Shen Muyang and Guan Moran also Just like ten people.

From a distance, Meng Han saw the girl, holding another little girl beside her. The orange sunset was behind her, dimming her outline with gentle hues, and she looked so cute and soft.

In a crowd of people, it is very dazzling.

She really had a crush on that girl for no reason.

"Hey, there's really ice water for you. That water is so unpopular and expensive. It's only a prodigal lady like you who likes it. It's a must." Lu Junxi, who was sitting next to him, suddenly raised his arm and bumped her.

The water delivery army rushed to her, the girl's bright smile, with shallow pear eddies on her cheeks, stretched out her soft white arms, Meng Han looked in a trance, and almost reached out to take it.

Hearing this, he paused for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at the water in the girl's hand. In the eyes of others, it was the hand that was hanging down and turned over to change the face. No one would think that Meng Han would really pick up the water. This is unprecedented. .

Then Meng Han saw the corners of the girl's raised lips, pursed slightly, and fell little by little.

On his face was the unmistakable disappointment and the smile that soon reopened.

My heart felt as if it was lightly stung by something, and it was fleeting like a dragonfly, but the pain left behind was long and long.

The sour pain, mixed with the bitterness of unknown regret, filled the entire chest, as if the calm lake surface was rippled by the breeze and spread from the center of the lake.

The author has something to say: Meng Han, I'm afraid I'm not poisoned, this elementary school girl's smile is so melancholy, with a tail tone and a back tone?