The preliminary examination room for the English competition is located in another school, only forty minutes away from Fenghan.
The school has prepared a bus to pick up and drop off the students. The preliminary test lasts for two and a half hours, starting at 1:30 pm and ending at 4:00 pm.
Song Siqi and the others had lunch in advance and set off.
On the day of the competition, the sky that had been raining for several days suddenly cleared up. Song Siqi prayed in the classroom before setting off: "I hope this has a good meaning. Don't say too much, at least let me make it to the finals. Otherwise, I will have a lot of trouble." Shameful."
Meng Yao listened to her muttering and smiled. Before Song Siqi set off, she said to Song Siqi: "I hope you can all achieve good results."
Song Siqi looked at her sincere eyes and said with a smile: "I hope I hope."
When they set off, the fourth period had not yet ended, and Meng Yao sat by the window and looked out.
In fact, nothing can be seen from this angle, not even Song Siqi or the others, nor the bus at the school gate.
But Meng Yao couldn't help but look.
The sunshine in mid-November was very weak, with only a tiny ray of light shining through the thick clouds.
Shen Heyi, who was in class on the podium, noticed her distraction and slowly walked off the stage holding the textbook. While analyzing ancient poems in a soft voice, she tapped Meng Yao's desk with her fingers.
Meng Yao suddenly came back to his senses and turned to look at Shen Heyi. He couldn't calm down after being caught on the spot. His eyes were a little panicked. Because of his guilty conscience, he hurriedly lowered his eyes to read the textbook.
In the following class, Shen Heyi looked in her direction several times, paying attention to her state. Meng Yao was stared at by Shen Heyi, and she no longer had any other thoughts.
The students who participated in the competition did not have to go back to school after the competition. The seat next to Meng Yao during evening self-study was still empty. Her mobile phone was turned in at the end of the holiday. There was no way to care about Song Siqi's competition.
The next morning, Meng Yao saw Song Siqi in the classroom. Although she looked sleepy, she seemed to be in a good mood and brought a bottle of milk to Meng Yao.
Meng Yao took it and said thank you, put down her schoolbag and sat down on her seat, then turned around and asked her softly how was the competition yesterday.
"It's not bad." Song Siqi rubbed her eyes and said, "Anyway, I tried my best."
"That's good."
Song Siqi was not so optimistic. She sighed and said, "Everyone should have done well in the exam this time. It's really not certain whether I can make it to the finals."
Meng Yao didn't understand why she said that, so he made a questioning "huh?"
Song Siqi explained: "We didn't have to study in the evening yesterday. It was still early to come back from the competition. It was only around five o'clock. Xi Rou, Xu Yao and Zheng Hua and I are in the same class, and we will participate in the competition together this time. , it was dinner time when we came back, so a few of us gathered together and made an appointment to have a meal together. Although we are not in the habit of answering questions, judging from the state of things, everyone is quite relaxed."
"Especially Xu Yao and Xi Rou."
These two names were connected together, which made Meng Yao's heart tighten.
Song Siqi didn't notice it at all and just complained: "One of them behaved leisurely and the other was lively and lively. They didn't look like they had just finished participating in a competition. They were as relaxed as if they were on a day trip to some scenic spot."
"On the contrary, Zheng Hua also mentioned a few things related to the competition."
Meng Yao couldn't answer the question.
In the scene described by Song Siqi, Xu Yao and Xi Rou seem to be very similar in temperament.
What Song Siqi said that day still echoes in her ears. At that time, Song Siqi said that it is easier for a girl like Xi Rou to pursue Xu Yao than others. To be fair, Meng Yao felt the same way.
After all, the moon and stars appear in the same night sky.
Compared to chasing and looking up, the most pleasing sight is the two equally shining people standing together.
Meng Yao turned his head and unconsciously looked at Xi Rou on the other side of the classroom.
She was also talking to her deskmate, smiling brightly.
This seems to be the vitality that a girl in her school days should have.
Meng Yao looked at her carefully, with a hint of envy in his eyes that was not easily detectable by others.
When the morning self-study bell rang, Song Siqi subconsciously took out her English book and put it on the table. It took her a while to realize it, and muttered, "I'm in a trance. The preliminary round is over, so I won't let myself go." With that, she hurriedly put the book on the table. The English book was stuffed back on the table and replaced with a Chinese book.
When Meng Yao heard her movement, he withdrew his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth. But my heart is sour.
It seems that from this day on, Meng Yao began to pay attention to Xi Rou's every move uncontrollably.
Like a despicable clown in the corner looking enviously at the heroine in the center of the stage.
*
Autumn is too short and fleeting.
After mid-November, the weather has become colder and colder, the cold air is floating in the air, and the breath of winter is blowing against our faces.
Meng Yao sat in the classroom, his limbs cold. On the podium, Luo Yiping turned his back and was writing the steps to solve a math problem on the blackboard. Meng Yao, relying on his recent improvement in math scores, turned his head indifferently and looked out the window - a vast expanse of white. The fog was so thick that the clouds were almost invisible. The leaves of the tall beech branches outside the window turned yellow, and when blown by the cold wind, they swirled on the branches, trembling, and soon fell to the ground.
Next to her, Song Siqi breathed into her palms, glanced at Luo Yiping on the podium, tremblingly wrote on the draft paper, and then gently pushed it to the side.
Meng Yao's arm was touched, and he looked away from the bleak scenery outside the window. He looked down and saw Song Siqi writing on the draft paper: Meng Yao, do you still have any baby warmers?
At the end of the words, a crying expression was painted quite vividly.
Meng Yao didn't start writing, but just reached into the inner pocket of his schoolbag, took out the last piece of warm patch and handed it to Song Siqi.
Song Siqi took it under the table, mouthed it with a smile, and silently said "love you" to her.
Meng Yao smiled.
Song Siqi got the Nuan Bao Patch and her life was saved, so she started to care about her: Is your cold feeling better?
Meng Yao lowered his eyes and glanced at the draft paper, then picked up a pen and wrote below: Much better.
Song Siqi: That’s good.
Affected by the weather, Meng Yao has had a cold these days. I had a fever two days ago, and later I didn't attend the evening self-study. So I was taken home by Song Lan to see a doctor.
The Nuanbao Patch was bought at that time. In order to reduce the fever as soon as possible, Song Lan took her to a clinic near her home for an injection. The potion was also cold in winter. When Meng Yao was getting the injection, the doctor handed her a Nuanbao Patch to cover her hands. Meng Yao's physical condition is not very good and she is extremely afraid of the cold. There is no air conditioning in the classroom, and she is suffering from a cold and is more afraid of the cold than usual. After the injection, when the doctor prescribed medicine for her, Meng Yao didn't say anything. She took the medicine and followed Song Lan back home. The next day, she went to the clinic alone and bought ten Nuan Bao patches.
After using it with Song Siqi for the past two days, it was consumed quickly.
Meng Yao was planning to buy some after school today. When he came out of the cafeteria after lunch, he was dragged directly to the infirmary by Song Siqi.
Song Siqi said as she walked: "I felt your hands were so cold just now. Have you run out of thermal pads? I'll go to the infirmary to buy some."
She held Meng Yao's hand, transferred the heat from her palm to her, and muttered: "You still have a cold, don't catch another cold."
Meng Yao opened his mouth and looked at her profile, suddenly not knowing what to say.
Song Siqi often seems careless, but she is also very careful.
When they arrived at the infirmary, Song Siqi asked Meng Yao to stand outside the door and wait for her: "A lot of people have colds during this period. The infirmary is full of germs. You'd better not go in."
Meng Yao was left outside the door and waited in the cold wind for about two minutes before Song Siqi ran out.
"Someone bought medicine and was delayed for a while." She explained, opened the plastic bag, took out a piece of Nuanbao and gave it to Meng Yao.
She didn't feel relieved until Meng Yao tore open the package and held it in her hand.
"I bought a lot. I will put one piece on your clothes when I go to the bathroom later," Song Siqi said.
Then, she casually mentioned: "Oh, by the way, I just met Zheng Hua and Xu Yao in the infirmary."
Meng Yao paused and subconsciously turned to look at the infirmary.
The doors and windows were closed, so nothing could be seen.
She was a little flustered and anxious, but she suppressed her emotions, pursed her lips and asked, "Who has a cold?"
"Yes." Song Siqi smiled gleefully, "Zheng Hua has a cold. I see that he has been taking out paper to blow his nose."
"Not to mention how ugly it looked, it's a pity that I didn't take a photo with my phone." Song Siqi looked regretful.
Although this idea was wrong, Meng Yao felt relieved when he heard that the person with the cold was not Xu Yao.
Then she felt ashamed of herself for thinking this.
Song Siqi complained in her ear: "I really don't know what these boys are thinking. Is there something wrong with their senses? It's winter, and they still wear so little, as if they can't feel the cold."
Song Siqi said uncertainly: "Or is it just to look cool?"
Meng Yao didn't see Xu Yao just now, but he could imagine it.
Because she saw Xu Yao playing ball on the playground a few days ago. He was really wearing very little, just summer short-sleeved shirts. He was like a gust of wind when dribbling. He jumped up in front of the basket and put the ball in his hand steadily. In the basket, it hit the ground with a thud, and then he laughed, injecting vitality into the silent winter.
Meng Yao looked at him from a distance for a while until they left. Xu Yao drank the water, threw the water bottle into the trash can, put on a thin black sports jacket over his short sleeves, and gradually walked away before Meng Yao looked back.
Meng Yao hadn't recovered from her cold, and she couldn't help but feel sleepy since the afternoon. She forced herself to write part of her homework during evening self-study, but later she felt a little groggy and just wanted to sleep.
After the evening self-study, she walked slowly outside the school carrying her schoolbag. The cold wind blew against my body, and I felt a little more awake.
Meng Yao put her hands in her coat pockets. According to experience, if she walked home from school, her hands and feet would be warm in about five minutes if she walked faster.
Meng Yao walked out of the school gate. There were many cars parked at the school gate. They were all parents who came to pick up their students after class. People passed by one after another, getting into the car with joy or tiredness.
But these have nothing to do with Meng Yao.
Meng Yao just lowered his head and looked at the road under his feet intently.
Until a trumpet sounded in her ears, and then someone shouted her name loudly.
Meng Yao turned around and saw a familiar car under the streetlight not far away.
The driver's window rolled down and someone waved to her.
Meng Yao blinked and finally confirmed that the person was Meng Yuanshan.
