Chapter 7: 7th

Shen Wanying didn't know how to describe it. She always felt that Huo Cheng, who said this, seemed to have something to say. +++Mobile phone reading visit m.EbookFREE.me but she couldn't tell me what it was.
Maybe she just thought too much.
Huo Cheng re-arranged the table and chairs that Shen Wanying had just hit, and went to the seat to pick up his schoolbag: "It's almost the same, let's go."
"Okay." Shen Wanying also carried her schoolbag and walked out of the classroom with Huo Cheng.
By this time the students had already walked almost together, the campus was empty and quiet. Shen Wanying walked beside Huo Cheng and occasionally said a few laughs to him. This picture looks like a little couple in love.
"Did you say that Missy is in love with Huo Cheng?" asked a girl who was walking with them the same night.
Answering her voice tended to growl: "Shut up! Don't tear down my turkey cp!"
"...But Missy and Huo Cheng also seem to be pretty good?"
"..." After a while. "you're right."
Huo Cheng and Shen Wanying in the distance have already walked out of the school gate, because there are not many cars left at the school gate because they come out late. Shen Wanying saw him picking up his car at a glance and stopped to talk to Huo Cheng: "My car is over there, I will go first."
"Huh." Huo Cheng nodded.
"see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow." Huo Cheng watched Shen Wanying get in the car before walking towards his car.
That night, Shen Wanying had a nightmare.
I wonder if it was scared by the wasp during the day, or what Huo Cheng said to her affected her subconsciously. Shen Wanying had a huge wasp in her dream all night.
The wasp has been chasing her and running around the school. Its spitting venom has dissolved the teaching building and scorched the flowers in the garden. Shen Wanying has no way to hide.
After awakening, Shen Wanying's beating heart
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took a while to calm down.
Because of the nightmare at night, Shen Wanying's spirit was not particularly good during the day, and she yawned while sitting in the bus to school. Fortunately, the first two lessons today are reading lessons, which can be a little easier.
The Chinese teacher specially keeps two consecutive lessons every week to organize everyone to read in the reading room. The library and reading room in the middle school are naturally inferior to the university, but they are still very beautiful, and as long as they do not attend the class, the students (gangan) are happy with everything.
Under the organization of the branch representative, everyone quietly began to select books when they arrived in the reading room. Shen Wanying stood in front of a row of bookshelves and looked for a while. Before deciding which one to take, she saw Huo Cheng, who was next to him, holding a copy of Mauve's Veil.
In the reading class, many students would secretly bring in their own books to read, and those who did not bring in private books would rarely pick up the masterpieces to read. There are not many like Huocheng.
"Do you like Maugham?" Shen Wanying asked softly.
Huo Cheng looked at her and said to her: "I can't talk about it. My mother read this book to me when I was young."
Shen Wanying was a little surprised. Will parents generally read this book to their children?
"Your mother is very different." Shen Wanying smiled at Huo Cheng. "Most parents should choose "Moon and Six Pence."
"My mother was recovering from illness in the villa, and I went to see her, and she had this book on her desk." Huo Cheng lowered his voice deliberately, but because the reading room was quiet, the voice fell into Shen Wanying's ears and became clearer. Too. She was stunned and asked Huo Cheng: "Your mother is sick? Is it serious?"
Huo Chengdao: "I'm sick..."
Going home the other day, he heard his grandpa and aunt mention his mother. Speaking of his returning to China for so many days, he has been busy with school, and he has not had time to visit his mother.
He said half of it, opened the book in his hand, and read out a paragraph in a low voice: "I know you are stupid, frivolous, and empty-headed, but I love you. I know your attempts, your ideals, your snobbishness, Vulgar, yet I love you. I know you are a second-rate product (color), yet I love you."
Shen Wanying next to him kept the smile on his face: "This paragraph is a famous sentence."
She understands the truth, but if someone confesses to her, she would not be happy anyway. :)
"The idea of ​​this book is actually quite avant-garde, can it be regarded as a feminist pioneer?" Shen Wanying said, "Although the ending of the story is a tragedy, the hostess realized the awakening of female self-consciousness and was redeemed. "
Huo Cheng inadvertently (gougou) his lips and looked at Shen Wanying: "It's you."
Shen Wanying: "..."
Was Huocheng just talking to her? Did he just smile?
She gave a stunned smile and took the book back to her seat. Zhao Yimeng was sitting next to her, and when she came back, she put a suffocated face towards her.
Shen Wanying is unknown so: "What's wrong?"
Zhao Yimeng said: "You're honest, are you empathetic? Don't fall in love? You can talk to Huo Cheng for so long with a book, it's really you!
Shen Wanying: "..."
Isn't she busy with Huocheng and Ji Yao's cp, how can she still have the mind to control her?
"Read a book." Shen Wanying lowered her head and opened the book on the table.
Zhao Yimeng pouted and stared at the book on the table with his chin.
After two reading lessons, Shen Wanying's spirit was much better than in the morning. She had finished the rest of the morning mentally, and after lunch she went back to her bedroom to make up for a sleep.
Fearing that (sleeping Shui) would be too long and would not be able to (sleeping Shui) at night, Shen Wanying got up half an hour earlier and took the book out of the bedroom.
There were other classmates in the bedroom (sleeping Shui), she did not make any movement, she walked to the (cao) field alone, there was no one in the stands.
The place is breezy, and there is a shade on the head. The key is that it is empty enough, and the whole stands only sparsely stand a few students.
Shen Wanying faced (cao) the field, leaned gently in front of the railing, and opened the book in his hand.
There are boys playing football on the football field, and several students in the stands are watching football there.
Shen Wanying stood alone on the other side, reading books quietly.
Some classmates found her, and whispered to the companions around her, "Look, it is Missy, she looks so elegant in reading!"
The companion echoed: "Yes! Do you think everyone is knocking on seeds like you?"
"...What happened to my knockout seeds? I haven't thrown it again, have you seen it, garbage bag!"
The male student playing football on the court also found Shen Wanying. Hong Hong greeted Fang Yichang for the first time: "Brother Chang, Miss miss came to see us play football!"
Fang Yichang looked in the direction of the grandstand, and really saw Shen Wanying standing there: "Really."
As he said, he glanced at Hong Hong beside him: "What is it to see us, it is to see me."
"Yes, yes, look at your old man."
Fang Yichang raised his chin and ran again on the court: "Brothers, this game must win today, you know!"
"understood--!"
The boys played harder.
Although Shen Wanying in the stands did not pay any attention to them.
On the other side of the stand, the female students who ate Gu Zizi were not interested in watching the game, but studied Shen Wanying: "Well, what book are you talking about?"
The companion pushed the glasses and said to her: "The book cover seems to be Tagore's "Asuka Collection" or the original English version."
"Wow, it's worthy of Missy. But your eyes are so good."
"Thank you, the glasses just came."
"..."
A light breeze blew across the grandstand, and Shen Wanying turned a page with a smile on her face. The wind blew her long hair and skirt. The other end whispered that her classmate had taken a photo secretly with her mobile phone and exclaimed to herself: "I took this photo beautifully. I will take this photo and sell it. And Ji Yao’s photos sold poorly."
"Is that your picture taken? That's how Missy looks good."
"It's all the same."
Huo Cheng was also in the bedroom at noon (sleeping Shui) for a while. On the way to the classroom, he saw Shen Wanying standing in the stands from afar. The steps under his feet paused, naturally changing direction and walking towards the grandstand.
At this time (fuck cao) there are already more students on the field than before. Most of them are in the first class in the afternoon. Shen Wanying still stood alone. At first, some classmates talked about herself. She heard it faintly, but she didn't care. At this time Huo Cheng's name came up frequently, and Shen Wanying looked up sensitively.
Huo Cheng had walked under the grandstand. When he saw Shen Wanying, he stood there and looked up at her: "Are you reading here?"
"Yeah." Shen Wanying closed the book in his hand with a smile, and said to him, "In the dormitory (sleeping Shui) for a while, the head is a little heavy, thinking about coming out to breathe, and blowing it will be awake."
"Huh." Huo Cheng responded, ""Flying Birds Collection?"
Shen Wanying subconsciously brought the book in her hand to her arms: "Well, I like Tagore's poetry collection. Why did you come here too?"
"Look at you coming here." Huo Cheng still looked up at her. "After a while, there will be classes, don't be late."
"Well, I'm going to the classroom."
Huo Chengdao: "Then let's go together."
"Okay." Shen Wanying took the book in her hand and walked down from the side of the grandstand.
On the football field, since Huo Cheng chatted with Shen Wanying, Fang Yichang kept looking at them. Seeing that he was absent, Hong Hong also looked in the direction of the grandstand.
He was already unhappy with Huo Cheng. It was even more unpleasant to see him and Shen Wanying together at this moment: "⺪, is Huo Cheng very close to Miss Guan?"
Fang Yichang pursed his lips and didn't answer. Hong Hong knew that he liked Shen Wanying, and he was even more upset: "Chang brother, is this Huocheng deliberately against you? Others can't be held accountable, but Missy, we can't let what!"
"Fang Yichang, what a surprise! Watch the ball!" A roar of a male student came on the face. Fang Yichang, who was distracted, didn't even notice the football flying towards him. Fortunately, Hong Hong responded quickly and flew a kick to kick the ball away: "How do you guys kick the ball! Say hello to Chang Ge's face?"
"How did you play football!" Fang Yichang saw the football flying out toward the stands and shouted loudly, "Shen Wanying, be careful!"
Shen Wanying just walked to the edge of the stand and was startled by the sudden sound. Huo Cheng hugged her and dragged her aside before she could figure out the situation.
The football banged on the railing and bounced off again.
Huo Cheng didn't care about football, only frowned at Shen Wanying: "Are you all right?"
Although Shen Wanying was taken aback, Huo Cheng pulled her away in a timely manner and there was no injury: "I'm fine, thank you."
Realizing that the two of them had a somewhat ambiguous posture at this time, Shen Wanying stood up (shen) and took a step back.
As soon as I distanced myself from Huo City, I heard a click and the book in my arms fell to the ground.
After landing, the cover of the book was opened, and the book cover was exposed.
This is not Tagore's "Flying Birds Collection" at all, but an English novel called secrets.
It doesn’t really matter what it’s called. What’s important is that the cover of the book is two handsome boys, one of them (little ai) opened the collar of the other vaguely, biting down on his collarbone.
The author has something to say: Shen Wanying: I was terrified. :)
Author: Hahahahaha, Miss Madam is really brave, dare to cover up with Tagore's cover and dare to engage in yellow (color) in school [doge]
Shen Wanying: You are a personal speaker. :)
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