On the rooftop, Ye Haoran put the finished garbage into bags, and Fang Hui put away his lunch box.
Ye Haoran, who was going to read quietly for a while, took out his headphones out of habit.
Just as he was about to put it on, he found Fang Hui looking at the instep of his feet in a moody tone.
At a young age, he doesn't have much to think about, and whatever thoughts he has are written on his face. Seeing Ye Haoran preparing to wear headphones to listen to music, Fang Hui, who has no chance to speak, will naturally appear a little depressed.
"Do you like listening to music?"
Ye Haoran handed an earphone to Fang Hui.
Fang Hui looked at the earphones, her disappointed mood swept away, revealing her standard four small white teeth. Although she didn't say anything, she happily put them on her ears.
'Inexplicably, I just like you,
'Falling in love with you deeply,
'No reason,
'No reason,
...
..
Ye Haoran sat on the high platform and lay back. Fang Hui, who was led by the headphones, also lay down with Ye Haoran.
Listening to the songs played on the tape in the Walkman, I watched "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea" quietly.
Occasionally, accompanied by the whistle of pigeons from Sijiucheng, a group of pigeons will pass by.
The two people lying together are not completely lying together. The 2 centimeters between the two school uniforms shows the reserve and reservedness of youth.
"Ye Haoran, does the Nautilus really exist?"
When Ye Haoran heard Fang Hui take the initiative to chat, he put his hands on his chest and turned around to see that Fang Hui was staring at him.
So he laughed and said: "When Verne wrote this book, there was no such thing as a submarine. It was Verne's advanced fantasy of the future world. There were submarines, submarines, moon landings, etc., the first in the world." A submarine was named after the Nautilus."
"Is it true!" Fang Hui asked in shock, eyes widening: "Has Verne been able to predict the future?"
"Lyautey, academician of the French Academy, commented: Modern technology is just the process of putting Verne's predictions into practice."
In this age of limited information, many things are unknown, especially some unpopular knowledge.
Fang Hui couldn't help but sigh: "It's so amazing."
The longing little eyes look towards the sky with longing.
Ye Haoran smiled and said: "It's not a prophecy. The progress of science starts from people's imagination."
"You know so much."
The look in Fang Hui's little fangirl's eyes made Ye Haoran feel a little uncomfortable.
Accidentally gain +1 fan value.
'Click,
The tape reached the end and the play button popped out.
"It's time to go to class, let's go back."
"Um."
Ye Haoran put away his Walkman, picked up his schoolbag and walked down the rooftop with the garbage.
Back in the classroom together, Lin Jiamo stared at Ye Haoran with her angry little eyes, her cheeks almost bulging with anger.
Unable to take advantage of Ye Haoran, he turned to Xiang Fang Hui and asked, "We agreed to publish the newspaper together, where have you been?"
"I...No, I just stayed on the playground for a while."
Naturally, she couldn't tell Lin Jiamo about the things she did secretly.
Seeing that Fang Hui refused to tell the truth, Lin Jiamo had no choice but to give up temporarily. Her big eyes rolled around a few times, wondering what she was planning.
After a few more classes, as soon as the school bell rang, a crowd of people rushed out of the class, and soon only a few people were left. ….
Today it was Ye Haoran's turn to clean up, while Fang Hui and Lin Jiamo continued to report on the drawing board.
Qiao Ran continued to use his style to help.
As for Zhao Ye and Chen Xun, they immediately ran to the basketball court.
A blackboard newspaper can be finished in about two days, and there is nothing too complicated. She glanced at Ye Haoran's side and saw that he was packing his schoolbag after cleaning.
He turned to Lin Jiamo and said, "How about we just finish here today, and the rest can be finished tomorrow."
"Okay, I'm hungry, let's go home and eat."
As for Qiao Ran, he had no say.
What is white moonlight? It just shines but doesn't speak.
Fang Hui hurriedly followed Ye Haonan to the parking shed. Lin Jiamo was chirping, and Fang Hui occasionally chimed in.
As soon as he pushed the bicycle out, Fang Hui froze on the spot, the tire was flat.
"What's wrong?"
Ye Haoran looked at Fang Hui in a daze and asked casually.
Fang Hui glanced at the bicycle with some embarrassment and was embarrassed to speak. She had never troubled others, so she was naturally at a loss when encountering difficulties.
Ye Haoran lowered his head and glanced: "Did you offend someone?"
Fang Hui was stunned for a few seconds, then quickly shook his head, his scattered hair flying as fast as those of those who danced at the disco.
"The valve core has been pulled out. It's either a prank or revenge on you. Just push it away. There is a car repairman at the door."
School is a troubled place, and valve cores are lost almost every day.
Most of them happened on the teacher's bicycle.
In some schools, teachers' bicycles are kept separate from students' bicycles, just to prevent naughty students from inflating the teacher's bicycles.
Smart teachers usually keep a valve core in their pockets. Even if it is pulled out, they can just spend a few cents to refill the valve without delaying their return home.
Ye Haoran accompanied Fang Hui to replace a new valve core before going home.
As soon as I got home, the nanny happened to have the food ready.
After dinner, I looked at Liu’s beautiful picture frame and placed it on the cabinet of the study table with satisfaction.
The next day, Saturday, the weather was fine.
Ye Haoran slept in. When he got up at around 9 o'clock, the food was still hot in the jar.
Mother Liu is cleaning up the kitchen.
"Haoran is up, hurry up and eat, I will bring it out to you right away."
"Okay, thank you, Mother Liu."
I rubbed my eyes and went to brush my teeth. As soon as I came out, the landline phone was ringing. I rubbed my hair with a towel and picked up the phone with my other hand.
"Um?"
"Ye Haoran, are you busy today? I want to go to Yuyuantan Park to paint."
I don’t know how much courage Fang Hui mustered up to dare to ask Ye Haoran so directly.
Since the girls had already proposed, he naturally had no reason to refuse.
"Go in the afternoon. The light in the morning is too hard for painting."
"and you..."
"I'll wait for you downstairs at your house at twelve o'clock."
"See you."
Listening to the voice on the phone, I shook my head and sat down at the dining table to start eating breakfast. After a while, it became lunch.
After finishing the meal, Liu's mother packed up the bowl and quickly returned to her home.
Ye Haoran took a pile of materials and rode his bicycle to the bank.
Sitting in front of the counter, the manager frowned and looked at a pile of materials and Ye Haoran's household registration book.
"At your age..."
"Sister, you see, I am the head of the household, there is no one else in the family, and I have the ability to repay the loan. Doesn't the country promote independent career choice? Besides, I only have one year left before I turn 18. You see..."
After much hesitation, the manager decided to handle the business for Ye Haoran.
That's right, Ye Haoran is applying for a loan, and it's not a small amount.
As for minors getting loans.
It’s a joke. There are policies and countermeasures, and in this era, no one is strictly investigating. As long as the task is completed, anything can be said.
If your qualifications are good enough, green channel, brother units, etc. can all arrange it for you. .
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