Meng Yao entered the classroom on the right foot.
Song Siqi waved to her from her seat. When Meng Yao walked over and sat down, she quickly turned her eyes around, lowered her head and asked in a low voice, "Why have you been here for so long?"
After the school bell rang, the classroom returned to silence.
Meng Yao also answered her softly: "It took me a while to find the book."
"Oh." Song Siqi was not suspicious.
Meng Yao placed the book on the corner of the desk.
This was a math class that she was not good at. Normally, Meng Yao could force herself to listen calmly, but probably because of her uneasiness today, the class became extremely long and boring.
She seemed to hear a loud whistle on the playground.
Meng Yao stopped looking at Luo Yiping, who was holding a piece of chalk and chattering on the podium, and subconsciously turned to look out the window.
She couldn't see the scene on the playground, but she couldn't help but imagine Xu Yao in physical education class.
It is said that the gust of wind set off by a young boy running can blow into a person's heart.
Meng Yao could almost imagine his strong posture when running and the smooth arm lines when he raised his hand to shoot.
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When he got home that night, Meng Yao put down his schoolbag, thinking about making a video call with his father.
Song Lan had just taken a shower and was cleaning her clothes. Meng Yao walked over and asked her for her mobile phone. Song Lan said without raising her head that she would charge the battery in the bedroom and asked her to get it by herself.
Meng Yao nodded and walked to the bedside table in her bedroom. When he reached out to pull out the charger, he saw another mobile phone placed in the corner of the bedside table.
Meng Yao stretched out his hand and tapped on the screen of the phone. There was no response. It was turned off.
Outside the door, Song Lan opened the washing machine and was bending over to stuff clothes into it. There are a few strands of white hair scattered on the back of the head, which are particularly conspicuous under the light.
Meng Yao remembered that when she was a child, Song Lan would always be praised by her classmates every time she went back to her school to participate in parent activities. She didn't know when, but the years had left many clear traces on her body.
Meng Yao looked at her quietly for a while, then looked back. Without touching the other phone, he pulled off the charger, took Song Lan's phone and walked out.
Song Lan's cell phone lock screen password is Meng Yao's birthday.
Meng Yao returned to his room with his cell phone, found Meng Yuanshan's phone number, and dialed it.
After waiting for a short time, the call was connected.
Meng Yao held up the phone and was the first to call out: "Dad."
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The call lasted nearly half an hour.
After hanging up the phone, Meng Yao looked at the time at the top of the screen. During this period, Song Lan never stepped into her room to disturb her.
She knew very well that Meng Yao was getting closer to Meng Yuanshan.
Meng Yao opened the door to the room. Song Lan was sitting on the sofa watching TV. The sound of the TV was turned down very low. She held her head and looked sleepy.
Meng Yao walked over and handed the phone back to her. Song Lan looked at the call time and asked casually: "What did you talk about with your dad?"
Meng Yaoying: "We didn't talk about anything. I asked about my studies and asked me to obey at home."
After hearing this, Song Lan looked at her and suddenly sneered, then nodded and commented: "It's okay this semester. I don't know how you got into trouble last semester."
Meng Yao opened his mouth, originally wanting to say something, but finally swallowed his words, not wanting to argue.
"Okay." Song Lan didn't want to look back on those hectic days anymore, so she stood up from the sofa and turned off the TV and said, "After you finish your homework, wash up and go to bed early."
Meng Yao stood there and softly said "hmm".
Meng Yao used two days of spare time to review the information, wrote a first draft, and then improved the details. He went to the office before lunch break on Friday and handed the article to Shen Heyi.
Shen Heyi read it carefully, but didn't make any comments. He smiled and said, "Let's wait for the results. There should be a lot of hope of getting on the list."
Meng Yao had a normal attitude about whether she would be on the list, but she was really relieved after completing the task. She slightly bent her lower lip to Shen Heyi, returned to the classroom and finally lay down on her stomach and took a nap.
The study in the second year of high school has entered a tense atmosphere, and Meng Yao devotes more time to the courses.
She had another monthly exam to take before the National Day holiday. After the article was submitted, she didn't spare the slightest energy to care about the follow-up.
It wasn't until one day in the Chinese language class that Shen Heyi announced in public that she had won the first prize in the essay contest held by the school, that Meng Yao knew that the results had come out.
This matter only took up a few minutes of class time and was revealed to a round of applause.
After lunch, Song Siqi came out of the cafeteria. On a whim, she said she wanted to go to the school's public notice board and took Meng Yao for a detour.
The bulletin board has been changed to a National Day patriotic theme, and the top three essays in this essay competition will all be honored.
Meng Yao didn't want to read her article in public. She felt something weird and refused to come forward. Song Siqi tried to persuade her a few times but she still didn't want to get closer. She reluctantly let go of her hand and said, "Okay, I'm alone." To appreciate it.”
She muttered in confusion: "Isn't this quite an honorable thing? If it were for me, I would have to take pictures from various angles and show them off."
Meng Yao smiled.
Song Siqi jumped to the public notice board in a few steps, looked at it for a while, then suddenly said "Hey", turned around and waved to Meng Yao: "Meng Yao, come here."
Meng Yao asked: "What's wrong?"
Walk closer to her.
Song Siqi pointed to an article on the bulletin board through the glass and asked: "Isn't this written by Xu Yao? He also participated in it?"
Meng Yao was startled, and looked in the direction of her finger with some surprise. The word "Xu Yao" was clearly written in the column where the work was signed.
Meng Yao stared at it, shook his head and said, "I don't know."
She really didn't know that Xu Yao's Chinese teacher in the office said that he was unwilling to participate in this essay competition.
Song Siqi wanted to say something else, but turned around and noticed that Meng Yao was staring at Xu Yao's article on the bulletin board, her eyes unblinking, and she was very absorbed in reading.
She was stunned by Meng Yao's focused attitude, and thought that Meng Yao was studying a competitor's article. While sighing in his heart about the academic master's desire for knowledge, he withdrew his gaze and concentrated on appreciating Meng Yao's article.
The original article is posted on the bulletin board.
Xu Yao wrote about the changing times. From historical development to scientific and technological progress, the majestic revolutionary power is revealed between the lines.
He said: The fire is burning in the original place, but it cannot go to the nearest place.
We all have a mission to pass on from generation to generation.
The young man's responsibility is to create countless new miracles in this long road ahead.
We stand at the corner of the times and must work hard towards our dreams.
Meng Yao stared at this article for a long time. For a long time, Song Siqi finished reading what she wrote. When she turned her head, she saw that her eyes were still on Xu Yao's article. She couldn't help but wonder and leaned over to study: "Xu Yao wrote so good?"
"Isn't he still below you in the ranking?"
As soon as she spoke, Meng Yao seemed to be awakened. He fluttered his eyelashes and muttered in a panic: "He writes very well."
"So you are studying this." Song Siqi suddenly realized.
Her attention was easily diverted: "It's very well written. I've heard of it before. It seems that Xu Yao has been practicing calligraphy since he was a child."
"Really?" Meng Yao looked at his handwriting. It was powerful, bold and very beautiful.
He seems to be excellent in every aspect.
After Song Siqi finished appreciating Meng Yao's article, she seemed to be honored, her face was filled with pride, and she was not very interested in anything else. She didn't want to spend time staying there, so she quickly pulled Meng Yao away.
The weather was hot, and Xu Yao and his group had no appetite to eat. They played a ball game in the playground and decided to go to the third floor of the cafeteria to eat a bowl of noodles to cope with the problem.
Zheng Hua had excellent eyesight. As he walked past the administration building from the playground, he glanced at the brand-new bulletin board and nudged Xu Yao with his elbow.
"What are you doing?" Xu Yao tilted his head and asked, his pupils dark and shining brightly in the sunlight.
Zheng Hua raised his chin in the direction of the bulletin board and teased: "Another honor on the list."
Xu Yao glanced at the bulletin board.
His eyes were very light.
A friend traveling with me asked out of curiosity: "When did Xu Yao participate in another event?"
Zheng Hua said, "He wasn't originally interested, but Lao Xu came to ask for it himself."
"I wrote it in one day and easily won the second prize. How awesome are you, Brother Yao?"
"Awesome." The friend nodded repeatedly, and asked after a while, "No, Xu Yao is the second prize, who can surpass him?"
Zheng Hua really didn't pay attention to who won the first prize. Hearing this, he looked at the bulletin board: "What's your name...Meng Yao?"
"Meng Yao?"
The friend shook his head: "I haven't heard of it."
Zheng Hua felt familiar and searched carefully before remembering that it seemed to be Song Siqi's friend whom he had met at the canteen that day.
He read Meng Yao's name twice more in his heart before he realized how familiar it was.
"Let me tell you." He muttered, "Meng Yao and Xu Yao are quite similar."
He asked Xu Yao beside him: "Do you still remember her?"
Zheng Hua described it in detail: "That day at the canteen, she was standing next to Song Siqi, the one with fair skin and good-looking face, and you even invited someone to eat ice cream."
Of course Xu Yao remembered.
He has always had a good memory.
But that time at the canteen was not the first time he and Meng Yao met.
"Good" was not his first impression of Meng Yao.
As early as a rainy night before, he and Meng Yao had a relationship. At that time, she was squatting and crying.
Xu Yao's eyes fell on the bulletin board, and where he looked was the girl Juanxiu's handwriting, which was neat and elegant.
He glanced at ten lines, and finally landed on the sentence "The mountains of China should last forever."
Zheng Hua didn't hear a response for a long time and bumped into him in confusion: "I'm asking you, do you still remember?"
Xu Yao looked at the bulletin board and did not answer directly. Instead, he answered the question inappropriately: "She writes well."
Zheng Hua: "..."
Time flew by to the end of the month.
Fenghan Middle School has always implemented class-based examinations in its monthly exams. This is the first monthly exam for the second year of high school, and it is also the first monthly exam after the separation of arts and sciences. Teachers in the entire grade attach great importance to it.
Because of the difference between comprehensive arts and comprehensive sciences, the examination rooms for liberal arts students and science students are also different.
Song Siqi was not in a good mood ever since she moved the tables and set up the examination room. On the day of the examination, she was still depressed. On the way to the examination room, she was still complaining to Meng Yao: "What do you think the school thinks? Why don't we just take a vacation immediately after the examination?" I have to go to class for two days, and when the results are out, how can I spend the holiday happily?"
Meng Yao was also a little absent-minded today. Her and Song Siqi's examination rooms were adjacent to each other on the fourth floor of the teaching building. After going up the stairs, she stopped outside the door of the first classroom next to the stairs. She looked up at the class sign and suddenly felt deeply. Take a breath.
When Song Siqi heard the noise, she stopped complaining and turned to ask her, "Are you nervous?"
Meng Yao said honestly: "A little bit."
Song Siqi thought she was worried about her partiality, so she comforted her with a few words. Meng Yao pursed her lower lip and said "Come on" to her.
Song Siqi went to the next class to find her seat, and Meng Yao stepped into the classroom of Science Class 1.
This was her first time stepping into this classroom. It seemed no different from her class downstairs, but it seemed a little different.
Meng Yao's eyes moved around the classroom several times. The classroom had been set up as an examination room, and the table tops and drawers had been cleaned. She had no way of knowing where Xu Yao's seat was in the classroom.
But when she thought about Xu Yao sitting in this classroom on weekdays and looking at the same blackboard as she was looking at now, she felt inexplicably that time and space overlapped.
It was as if the distance between her and Xu Yao had narrowed at this moment.
Meng Yao found his seat number, took out the stationery for the exam, and placed it on the table.
Other candidates came into the classroom one after another. After everyone found their seats and sat down, it didn't take long for the invigilator to come in holding a thick stack of test papers.
The first test was Chinese. This test took a long time. Because it was a subject that Meng Yao was good at, she had no pressure and the test time was very generous for her.
It was almost noon when the Chinese language test ended. After collecting the papers, Meng Yao packed his things in his seat. The next test was scheduled for the afternoon. After lunch, everyone had to go back to their original classes for a lunch break.
Meng Yao waited for Song Siqi to return to class to put things away, and then went to the cafeteria together.
After the lunch break, Meng Yao was no longer so comfortable in the math field.
Mathematics for liberal arts students is easier than science, but Meng Yao is too partial to subjects and still suffers a bit when it comes to writing test papers.
She bit her lip and immersed herself in writing formulas on the draft paper. Time passed by minute by second. When she finished all the questions and looked up, she saw that there were only ten minutes left before finishing the papers, but she hadn't started checking yet.
Meng Yao sighed in his heart.
She turned over the paper. Taking into account the time issue, she did not check each question from the beginning. She was more careful in doing the questions and was not careless, so she only picked a few questions that were more difficult for her and she was not sure about. Read it again.
After doing this, there are only two or three minutes left.
Meng Yao relaxed all over. She usually liked to look out the window, so she changed the classroom to take exams. After she relaxed, she did this subconsciously.
Through the transparent glass window, she saw a thin figure outside the classroom.
He stood by the partition wall of the outer corridor, with his hands on the low wall, looking in the direction of the playground, his eyes distant.
Meng Yao instantly realized that it was Xu Yao.
She didn't know when she had developed the ability to distinguish Xu Yao from the crowd, or to identify him just by his back.
Or maybe many people in adolescence have the same abilities as her.
The students in the classroom were all looking at the test papers on the table, but she was the only one who was looking at the boy outside the window intently.
Meng Yao didn't know how long he had been standing there. He was silent and did not disturb their exam.
Before the winding bell rang, Meng Yao's eyes stayed on him.
After the bell rang, Xu Yao turned around. While he was winding up the papers in the classroom, he leaned against the wall, a little lazily.
All the test papers were handed to the invigilator, the front and back doors of the classroom were opened, and the students walked out of the classroom one by one.
Meng Yao sat on his seat, slowly packing away his stationery and used scrap paper, but still looking out the window out of the corner of his eye.
The invigilator walked out of the front door of the classroom with the test paper in his arms. Meng Yao heard him shout angrily: "Xu Yao, you handed in your paper early again!"
Meng Yao stopped packing the items and looked over. Xu Yao smiled particularly brightly in the sunshine.
