Chapter 13:

The students who finished the physics exam were not happy for a few days, and the monthly exams followed one after another.
During the lunch break, many people chose to stay in the class, and everyone gathered in twos and threes, talking in low voices.
"Eh, Chu Chu, do you want to drink milk tea?" Rosie pulled at the corner of Cheng Chu's clothes.
"Okay, can I order takeaway?" Cheng Chu replied.
Rosie nodded, then turned to Zhou Ran who was at the back table and asked, "Would you like milk tea? Me and you, Chu Chu, are just in time for the price."
Zhou Ran helped his eyes: "Okay."
Luo Xixi immediately opened the takeaway software and began to choose.
At noon, the curtains were closed in the classroom, and the warm sun in the afternoon shone in along the gaps in the curtains.
Cheng Chu looked at Gu Miao's empty desk and said, "Cici, please help me order two glasses."
Rosie asked strangely: "You drink two glasses alone?"
Cheng Chu pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "Give Gu Miao a drink too. The three of us drink it alone. It's not very good. Wait until I transfer the money to you."
"Are you going to invite him?" Rosie narrowed her eyes.
Cheng Chu said: "In the group discussions these days, he helped us a lot. It's okay to ask him to drink."
Rosie nodded: "What you said makes sense."
I don't know when, the cold like ice boy also started to join their group discussion, although it was usually when they asked, he stumbled to answer.
Zhou Ran also said to the side: "Yes, others are actually quite nice. I asked him questions these days, and he answered very patiently."
"Really?" Rosici wondered.
She was always flustered with Gu Miao, let alone talking, she didn't dare to look at it.
The afternoon time always makes people drowsy. When Gu Miao came out of the fan shop, his mind was still a little drowsy. He checked the time and found that it was only ten minutes before class.
He carried his schoolbag and ran to the classroom.
He and his boss applied for a shift a few days ago because of sanitation at night, so he must make it up at noon this week.
The wind and cold in winter were so cold that Gu Miao felt that her face was a little bit painful.
When he stepped into the classroom, the preparation bell just rang.
When he removed his chair, he found a cup of hot milk tea on the table.
Gu Miao touched the wall of the glass, and the warmth spread across his fingertips instantly. He turned his head in some doubt and asked Zhou Ran, "This, this is?"
Zhou Ran was looking down at the book. Hearing that, he raised his head and said: "The three of us just ordered milk tea takeaway. Buy three and get one free."
This is what Cheng Chu told him. The young man has a lot of self-esteem. If he asked him to drink, he would not accept it.
The warmth at the fingertips was like a small stream, slowly spreading into his heart.
Gu Miao pursed her lips and said, "Thank you, thank you."
"Hey, thank you." Zhou Ran patted him on the shoulder.
After a few days of getting along, he found that this gloomy teenager was not as indifferent as he thought.
He is like a small flame burning slightly, and only those who are willing to approach him can feel the weak but powerful temperature.
A trace of guilt rose in Zhou Ran's heart. He thought that when Gu Miao was insulted by Yu Yin before, he just stood behind indifferently and chose to watch with cold eyes.
He is not a very enthusiastic person, and he will not stand up without fear like Cheng Chu and accuse those injustice and bullying.
But if it is his friend who is being bullied, he is willing to put away his indifference, stand up his chest, and summon the courage to stand up.
After the monthly exam, the atmosphere in the class not only didn't relax, but it became more and more tense.
Today is the day to post the results, and Cheng Chu came to the classroom early in the morning.
She didn't expect to return to the key classes, so she didn't feel nervous about the results.
But other people are different, especially those who often appear in the top three of the class. Whoever enters the first sixties of the year means that they have won the ticket to enter the key class.
There was a cold wind blowing outside the window, and Cheng Chu was not feeling cold while wearing a thick down jacket.
There was a soft footstep behind him. Cheng Chu turned his head and saw Gu Miaozheng bending down and putting his schoolbag on the seat.
In the bright morning light, the young Qingjun's face was a little pale. He was only wearing a thin coat, and his breath seemed to have a cold outside air.
Cheng Chu quickly got up, closed the window, turned his head and greeted him: "Good morning."
"Morning, good morning." Gu Miao was a little cramped.
He raised his eyes slightly.
The girl's smile was bright, like the warm winter sun outside the window.
Gu Miao pursed her lips arduously, and her lips were a little torn because of dryness, and there was a slight tingling.
He knew that today was the day to post grades, as long as she entered the first sixties, she would leave.
The time spent with her is a short dream, illusory like a rainbow in the sky after rain, but the beauty is fleeting.
And now, it's time to wake up from the dream.
People like him should be born in the gutter, slowly rot and smell, and calmly wait for the end.
The dazzling sun in the sky is not something he can expect, maybe even walking in quietly will be burned by the heat.
But he is like a moth to the fire, willingly, without complaint and soul.
Gu Miao's dark and sky-free heart gave birth to a dark delusion in vain
If she fails the exam, will she not return to the key class?
His fingers were slightly clenched, and his heart was slightly relaxed because of this shameless fantasy.
But the next second, he wanted to slap himself.
She is such a kind and warm girl, who never laughed at him for his shortcomings, but always wanted to help him.
On the other hand, because of a few private thoughts, I have such a disgusting and dark thought.
Gu Miao felt that her heart had never been so cold, and the overwhelming sense of self-loathing was like a gray net, which locked him tightly.
He seemed to be caught in his throat by a heavy and heavy net, and his breathing became fragmented.
After a long time, he lowered his head somewhat evasively, staring at the empty table in a daze, motionless.
The front door of the classroom was pushed open from the outside, and the class leader walked in with the report card.
The people in the seats swarmed up, blocking the water around the aisle.
Gu Miao sat in the seat, her eyes fixed on the distant crowd, her dark eyes were cold and cold.
The squad leader shouted loudly from the crowd: "All back to their seats, I will post the scores one by one."
In an instant, the noisy classroom quieted down, and everyone sat in their seats obediently, waiting for the distribution of the results.
Cheng Chu hadn't moved since the beginning. She knew that the exam was not good, at least it was a thousand miles away from her previous self.
Rosie, who was next to her, had also been sitting right from the beginning. She was a standard scumbag, and she couldn't even think about entering the key class.
Rosie glanced at Cheng Chu curiously and asked, "Chu Chu, are you not curious about your grades?"
Like the class with good grades, they surrounded them early in the morning.
Cheng Chu shook his head: "I will always know anyway."
"Hey, yes." Rosie's mouth was flat.
I don't know who opened the window silently, and a slight cold wind blew into the classroom.
When the squad leader came to Cheng Chu, the bangs were slightly blown up.
He stretched out his hand to adjust his bangs, bowed his head and glanced at Cheng Chu's achievements casually, his eyes filled with surprise.
"Here." The monitor handed her the score sheet, pursed his lips, and added unnaturally: "Don't be sad."
Cheng Chu didn't speak, but looked down at his own results.
The eighth class, one hundred and thirty years old.
She had never been in the top 30 of the year before, and her worst grade was the 28th year.
Cheng Chu silently put the score report into his pencil case, and calmly said to the monitor: "Well, it's okay."
Rosici wanted to ask curiously, but after hearing what they said, she didn't dare to ask, but her eyes were still curiously turning.
The air stagnated for a moment, and the squad leader didn't know what to say, so he could only walk backwards silently and followed Zhou Ran and Gu Miao with the two remaining scores.
Gu Miao took the score sheet, glanced casually, and put it aside.
He clutched his heart tightly and stared at Cheng Chu's back without blinking.
The girl hung her head down and said nothing.
Is she sad because she failed the exam?
Gu Miao's black eyes flashed.
For a moment, he became even more disgusted with his sinister intentions.
Why, things are going in the direction that he hopes, but he is not happy at all.
The heart seems to have been inserted into a knife, the knife is not very sharp, even somewhat blunt, but it is slowly grinding his heart.
He felt his heart being rubbed slowly, gradually oozing blood, becoming inflamed, cold wind seeping into the wound, and it hurt and astringent.
He suddenly realized that what he didn't want to see more than the girl's leaving was that she was sad.
He wanted her to smile forever, like a bright and dazzling sun.
The sound of rustling discussions gradually sounded in the classroom, and Gu Miao vaguely heard Luo Xixi's cautious voice.
"Chu Chu, don't be sad, you can't go back this time, and there is another time."
"Well, I'm fine." Cheng Chu's voice was faint, but Gu Miao felt that she was pretending to be strong.
His heart hurts even more.
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