Throughout the evening self-study, Li Miaoyu never spoke to Wei Qingfan again.
Of course, she hadn't spoken to him much before.
After the evening self-study, Wei Qingfan ran two laps on the playground before going home. He had breakfast the next morning and went to the classroom as usual.
In the first morning reading class, Jiang Changjun walked around the classroom, then left the classroom and came to the office of grade director Peng Haigang.
"Director Peng."
Peng Hai had just arrived in the office and was writing something. He looked up and saw Jiang Changjun. He couldn't help but be a little surprised. He smiled and greeted: "Teacher Jiang, sit down."
Jiang Changjun sat down on the stool next to him, and Peng Haigang poured water again. He quickly declined, and then said: "That's it, Director Peng, there is something I want to discuss with you."
Peng Haigang nodded, "Well, you say."
Jiang Changjun considered his words and said: "Regarding the essay competition, there is a classmate in our class who wants to take the initiative to sign up."
"This is a good thing."
Peng Haigang laughed and asked, "How are his grades?"
"It's pretty good. Our scores are in the top five, and Chinese is also very good. Last time we scored 59 points in the composition."
"Then that's totally fine, just let him go."
Peng Haigang was a little surprised, "Each class has a quota."
Jiang Changjun showed a troubled expression and said with a wry smile: "He waited until I announced the quota for our class before he asked me to sign up..."
"That means you have already announced to the class who you want to go?"
Peng Haigang understood what he meant and said nonchalantly: "Then let's change someone else. If someone takes the initiative to sign up and his grades are good, let him go. It won't dampen the enthusiasm of the students..."
At this point, he looked at Jiang Changjun's expression, as if he realized something, paused, and asked, "Who did you originally want to go?"
"Li Miaoyu."
Peng Haigang stopped talking for a moment, then took a sip of water, coughed, and his tone changed a little, "Teacher Jiang, in principle we definitely welcome and encourage students to actively sign up, but this is related to the school's honor, and
Student Li Miaoyu’s grades are better, and she’s in the top ten in grade, so that’s it, let’s let student Li Miaoyu represent your class to participate.”
Seeing Jiang Changjun's expression a little embarrassed, Peng Haigang couldn't help but frowned. It was a bit strange. He was just a student. He just refused. Is it necessary for Jiang Changjun to be so entangled?
Jiang Changjun lowered his voice and said, "This classmate said that his uncle works in the County Education and Sports Bureau..."
Peng Haigang was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "What's his name?"
"The last name is Wei, the prefix is grass, and the name of the reed is Wei Qingfan."
"The surname is Wei..."
Peng Haigang seemed to have thought of something, nodded slowly, and said after thinking: "Then let's all go. After all, with such good grades and active registration, we still can't dampen the enthusiasm of the students, right?"
…
The first class was Chinese. Jiang Changjun called Wei Qingfan out after class, and then said in an understatement: "We will go back to the composition competition. You can go with us."
The tone is as if this is a trivial matter that is not worth paying attention to.
"Thank you, Teacher Jiang." Wei Qingfan showed a grateful smile and thanked him sincerely.
When he returned to the classroom, he did not publicize the matter. When he returned to the classroom, he saw Cao Ze lying on the table catching up on his sleep and Xie Yao was not in his seat, so he sat down in Xie Yao's seat.
Li Miaoyu, who was sitting inside, turned his head and looked at him.
Wei Qingfan pointed at Cao Ze who was lying on the table, and then smiled at her.
Li Miaoyu said nothing, lowered his head and continued to preview his homework.
Wei Qingfan looked at the snow-white and slender neck and whispered: "Don't lower your head all the time. You have to move occasionally, otherwise the cervical spine may be injured over time."
Li Miaoyu didn't look up and said softly "Oh".
Wei Qingfan stopped talking, took his thick copy of "Das Kapital" and continued to chew on it.
Not long after the meeting, Xie Yao came back, and Wei Qingfan stopped being polite. He stood up, patted Cao Ze awake, and went back to his seat to continue reading.
This class was physics. He listened carefully to the class. After class, he stood up, stretched and moved his body, but did not leave the classroom.
After sitting down again, he sat back down and took out his milk and bread from the hole in the table as usual. Then he saw Li Miaoyu coming back from outside and sat down in front.
She took out a book, spread it out on the table, and read it seriously, but she didn't get milk or snacks like she used to.
Wei Qingfan waited again and saw that she still hadn't eaten, so he took out a carton of milk and a piece of bread from the hole in the table.
When he brought milk and bread to the classroom on the first day, he brought double portions. After that, he brought one portion and ate one portion every day, leaving one portion on the table.
Although it is still far from the expiration date, for psychological reasons, he always eats the same portion he brought yesterday.
That’s why I brought the second one today.
Wei Qingfan took the milk and bread and touched Li Miaoyu's shoulder with the milk box.
She turned back expressionlessly, saw the milk and bread handed over by Wei Qingfan, and then looked at him with her clear and pure eyes.
Wei Qingfan gestured to her with the milk and half-eaten bread in his hand.
Li Miaoyu looked at him quietly for three or four seconds, then bit her lower lip gently, reached out to take the milk and bread, her voice was clear and soft, as if the breeze was blowing over the lake wrapped in the fragrance of lotus leaves, "
Thank you."
The word "you" at the end seemed a bit hesitant and hesitant, but I added it anyway so that the meaning of thank you could be expressed more clearly.
Wei Qingfan smiled, lowered his head and continued to read and eat.
Li Miaoyu turned around with the milk and bread, tore open the straw and inserted it into the box, took a slight sip, then tore open the wrapping paper of the bread, biting it slowly and slowly.
During this process, she continued to look at "The Ordinary World" open on the table. This was her favorite novel. She had read it four or five times, and she read it carefully every time.
However, this time, the words that originally attracted her seemed a bit erratic and vague, and she couldn't see into her heart at all.
As she watched, she pursed her lips slightly, but still couldn't control her expression. The corners of her mouth curved slightly, revealing a joyful and sweet smile.
Xie Yao did not come back, but she still buried her head lower as if she was afraid that someone would see her. Then, as if she remembered something, she raised her head again, and then took a sip of milk.
The liquid in her mouth was smooth and slightly cool, and slowly slid into her belly. It seemed to be digested and decomposed immediately, turning into a warm flow of heat that penetrated every corner of her body, making her feel light and warm all over.
It's not that she hasn't experienced care and kindness from other people, but because of this, she can more clearly understand the care and consideration behind the simple action of passing the milk and bread just now.
She has been in the habit of eating between classes since she was a child, and this was not the first time she had forgotten to bring her food, but it was the first time someone had expressed such concern in such a simple and ordinary way that it was easy for people to ignore it.
Thinking back to his words last night that were a bit too direct and rough, almost like a "confession", it seemed that there was no such panic and instinctive resistance anymore.
"Huh?"
Xie Yao returned to her seat. She glanced at it subconsciously, but then seemed to notice something was wrong. She looked at Li Miaoyu carefully and asked curiously: "Why do you drink the same brand of milk as Wei Qingfan?"
"Um."
Li Miaoyu responded vaguely. She used to bring imported milk for her family to drink, but the milk box Wei Qingfan gave her had the name of a domestic brand printed on it. The difference could be seen at a glance.
Xie Yao looked back at Wei Qingfan again and saw that he was also drinking milk and reading a book seriously with his head down. Without thinking much, he opened the book and started to preview.
She has always felt that Wei Qingfan seems to have some intentions towards Li Miaoyu. This is not surprising. If she were a boy, she would secretly have a crush on Li Miaoyu.
Strangely, Li Miaoyu's attitude toward Wei Qingfan seemed a bit weird, or rather subtle, which made her always wonder if there was something going on between the two that she didn't know about, but there was no evidence.
However, no matter how you look at it, the two of them are far from being able to share food and drinks in the classroom.
If so, it is more likely that Miaoyu forgot to bring food in the morning, and Wei Qingfan gave his share to Miaoyu.
But then Wei Qingfan himself would be gone, which is obviously inconsistent with the current situation.
It's impossible for Li Miaoyu to tell Wei Qingfan in advance that he won't take it with him today and ask him to take it for him, right?
This is unrealistic.
Or maybe Wei Qingfan just happened to bring two copies, or maybe he had always prepared two copies, just waiting for the day when Wan Yu forgot to bring them so he could show his courtesy... This is also unrealistic.
The probability of the former is too low, and the probability of the latter is even lower.