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"Oh, little ones, now the second typhoon is coming again, you still go to school today, it's really hard work."

"The second typhoon?" Wan Qing vaguely had some kind of bad premonition, but there are too few channels for obtaining information in this era, and the radio signal is not good in the morning, so that she and Zhao Jinyu didn't know about it.

"Yeah, don't you know? Hey, the front is almost here."

"it is good……"

The time is actually not too early.

But the school gate was empty.

The big iron gate was closed tightly, and there was no intention of opening it.

Zhao Jinyu glanced back at the taxi that had turned around and left, and opened his mouth as if to shout something, but in the end it turned into a whisper: "Wanwan...it's not really...not going to class today, is it?"

"If you don't have classes, you should be notified. Don't you have a landline phone..." Wan Qing pushed open the small door with a glimmer of hope, and saw the security guard who was drinking tea with his legs crossed.

When he saw the two of them, he was obviously taken aback: "Why are there two students here? Isn't today a holiday?"

"what?"

"It's a holiday today, it's a holiday, there's no class, didn't your head teacher inform you?"

……

What Wan Qing didn't know was that at this moment, the phone in her apartment rang belatedly...

……

42. Erology

The cold and desolate school, the sky full of haze.

The typhoon seemed to be approaching again, and the roar of thunder never stopped.

No word was written on the blackboard, and no one sat on the seat.

Wan Qing pushed open the unlocked classroom door, looked around, and found sadly that she might really have come in vain.

"Fuck!" She cursed in a low voice, "It's better to sleep in at home!"

"It seems that there is really no one, do you want to take a taxi back?"

"Wait a little longer... If there is no one, it's okay. Studying in an empty classroom may have more atmosphere."

"This is great! I want to try—" Zhao Jinyu was eager to try.

And there was another sound of footsteps in the corridor.

Looking back, it was the trio of buddies who were yawning.

"What's the matter... The security guard said that there will be no class today..." Jiang Xing scratched his head, and put his arm on Ye Chen's shoulder - this kid is just right for him.

"Is there any notice from the teacher?" Zhao Jinyu blinked.

But obviously, those who received the notification did not come, and those who came must have not received the notification...

So it's useless to ask.

The two stared at each other, feeling a little awkward with each other.

"You guys, what's going on, didn't the head teacher notify you?" The bald dean walked up the stairs with a pot of boiling water, just in time to see the crowd gathered together.

"Hello teacher……"

"Hello teacher~"

"Hello teacher!"

"Hello, old man." This sentence was said by Ye Chen, but with the smallest voice, only Wan Qing beside him could hear it.

"There is no class today, let's all go home." The dean waved his hand, "If you don't go back, there will be another typhoon later."

"Then will there be class tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is also off."

"I'm stupid, it's so cool!" Jiang Xing patted Yang Zeng's shoulder hard, and the latter staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Your sister, take it easy!"

The unhappiness of wasting time coming to school was swept away, and the four consecutive days of vacation immediately gave everyone the illusion that summer vacation had begun again.

Whoever let this typhoon come twice in a row, even if the wind stops at that time, the power on the school side may not be restored.

The road conditions are different for different students' homes. It is probably because the principal still has a bit of humanistic care, and he doesn't want everyone to face such a complicated situation, so he simply put it aside for an extra two days.

"Haha, let's go, go home and catch up on sleep!" Jiang Xing put his hands on the back of his head, looking happy.

Among the happiest things in the world, "I found out that today is a holiday after arriving at school" must be counted as one.

It makes people feel the joy of regaining something lost.

"I'm back, I'm going back to my home." Yang Zeng put one hand in his pocket, "See you on Wednesday everyone—"

"Well, let's all go back." The dean nodded, and walked to the office with his hot water bottle.

He lived directly at the school, and even when he was on vacation, he would go to the office alone, and he didn't know what to do.

"Little Yezi, are you going?"

"Uh—" Ye Chen glanced at Jiang Xing, then at Wan Qing, "Go back first, I'll talk about it later."

"Row!"

"Didi—" At this moment, the pager in Zhao Jinyu's pocket vibrated, and she took it out to see that there were several big black characters on the shiny green screen.

"School is on holiday today, I received a call back."

She turned another page, followed by a string of phone numbers.

"My dad sent it... I'll make a call!"

There is a public phone booth at the entrance of the school’s canteen. It was just built at the beginning of last year. Because the phone bill is expensive, there are not many people who usually use it. Basically, they just put a dollar into it, and temporarily tell their parents not to go home for dinner. It's just a matter.

The corridor, which was still somewhat lively just now, suddenly fell into silence.

Wan Qing and Ye Chen stared wide-eyed, as if they had forgotten how to speak.

"What are you looking at?"

"look at you."

"Look what I'm doing."

"……I do not know either."

"Hey..." She was amused, but she still kept a straight face, and threw the black coat she was holding in her arms, "Did you have fun yesterday? Here, take it, it's so cold and you're wearing short sleeves, I can't freeze you to death."

Ye Chen hurriedly grabbed the woolen coat that carried her body temperature, and felt that her hands and feet, which were still slightly cold just now, became warmer - she hadn't put them on yet.

The advantage of the coat is that it is loose, and after wearing it, it can cover half of the thigh.

If sitting on a chair, you can even curl up and use it as a quilt.

"How about... go back?"

"Where's your bike?"

"When the ride came, it stopped in the awning."

"Um……"

While chatting, there was another sound of hurried footsteps in the stairwell.

Zhao Jinyu supported the wall, exhaled slightly: "Wanwan, Xiaochen, I have to go home, today is my grandpa's birthday."

"Uh, can I get a taxi here?" Wan Qing knew very well that the home mentioned here should not be the apartment.

"It's okay. A relative will pick me up later. He lives nearby. It will take about ten minutes."

"Okay, so you're going back?"

"Well! You may not be in the apartment for two days. How about you, go back now?"

"We..." Wan Qing looked up at Ye Chen, who was a head taller than her, "Anyway, I'm learning everywhere, so why not go back after studying here for a while."

"That's okay... Oh, by the way, can I do the extracurricular exercises I bought myself?" She said, and quickly ran to her classroom. After a while, she took out a thick book from it, "The above are all comprehensive questions, including mathematics and science. You can just copy the questions and do it yourself. The answer is at the end. It is quite detailed, so you can compare it."

"Ah, thanks."

"The canteen downstairs is open. I'm going to buy some drinks. What do you want to drink?"

"No need." Ye Chen scratched his cheek.

"No need." Wan Qing smiled and shook her head.

"Okay, okay, then bring a carton of milk for each of you!" Then she ran down involuntarily, and when she came up again, she brought two bottles of warm sweet milk.

It is suitable to sip slowly with a straw in such a typhoon day.

By the way, there are two breads.

——It’s all the kind of big ring-shaped bread with some bean paste on it.

Yes, it's a garnish rather than a sandwich. The bean paste is basically just to prevent people from getting tired of the tasteless bread in two bites.

"It should be coming, I'll go out and wait, bye!"

"it is good……"

"It's really generous." Ye Chen turned the bread over, and there was a price tag printed on the wrapping paper, "You can send a piece of bread for one yuan..."

"Don't sigh." Wan Qing touched the warm big bottle of sweet milk, turned and walked towards the classroom, "Start studying, time is precious."

"I always feel...the college entrance examination is still far away."

"It's because you always think so." Wan Qing gave him an annoyed sideways glance, "That's why you failed the university entrance exam. If you don't make up your mind this time, do you want to do it again?"

"...Okay, study!" Ye Chen immediately cheered himself up.

The thick exercise booklet has beautiful binding and thick paper, with large and clear fonts and easy-to-understand illustrations.

Behind it is a lot of answer analysis, which seems to be even more detailed than what the teacher explained.

"This book is not bad...how about we buy one too?"

"Go to Xinhua Bookstore to have a look then."

As the two talked, they looked at the price marked in the lower right corner, and fell into an awkward silence before the big words "standard price: 30 yuan".

The gap between the rich and ordinary people has already widened.

……

"Ah—headache..." Ye Chen lay down on the table.

It was already noon at this time, but the weather did not show any feeling of noon at all.

It has been gray and windy.

It didn't rain, but that was probably just a matter of early arrival and late arrival.

Wan Qing unpacked the bread and took a bite. The sweet bean paste made her feel as if her brain had been nourished instantly: "Are you hungry?"

"There is bread." Ye Chen scratched his head vigorously, "Have a rest? What time is it?"

She chewed the bread and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and replied vaguely: "Eh, half past one (12:30)..."

"It's noon, it's time for a lunch break!" Ye Chen stretched his waist, obviously he was sleepy just now, but now he suddenly became energetic.

"Let's solve this problem first."

"Isn't it—"

"Write together and see who gets it right."

"Okay, okay, then, take a break after finishing writing...an hour?"

"Ok?"

"Half an hour..."

"Well, rest for half an hour."