Along the way, the boys and girls just ran silently until they stopped at a deserted bus stop.
Su Xiangli turned his back to Lu Zhengkang, which gave him a sense of déjà vu.
The glass-like city, the gloomy and hot late summer, the steel platform under the shade of the trees, the boy in red and the girl in denim suspenders, seemingly apart.
Why does it seem like I'm watching a literary youth movie? And I'm actually the male protagonist.
Lu Zhengkang broke his boring illusion and reached out to pull Su Xiangli over. She originally had her head lowered, but now she raised her long neck and looked directly at him. Her face was cold, reflecting her plain cheeks.
Delicate eyebrows, thick eyelashes, and delicate lips that glow a pink glaze after applying lip balm.
Why is the sense of déjà vu in youth movies getting stronger and stronger?
Lu Zhengkang was very speechless, and what he said next made him even more ashamed, "I have tried it, and I don't have that feeling with anyone else, only you."
A dark brown bus stopped beside them, its body blocking the irritating sunlight. The door opened, but no one got on, so the bus drove away silently.
When the pale light shone on the two of them again, Su Xiangli's stern expression suddenly disappeared. She even narrowed her eyes and showed a narrow smile, "Great Zhu, forgive the stupidity and ignorance of the person in front of you.
,Why does our bad guy Lu Zhengkang think I’m jealous?”
Only then did Lu Zhengkang realize that he had been teased. He suddenly became angry and held her face in his hands and began to rub it. He complained forcefully: "Don't speak in such a translator's voice!"
Su Xiangli hesitated and couldn't speak, but just laughed.
Lu Zhengkang was shocked by her smile, and he was quite discouraged. He took two steps back and leaned against the stop sign. He looked at the empty street, with only a few pedestrians and traffic, "It seems that we missed a bus just now.
"
[Lu: It’s still a bit annoying to miss a train.]
"It's so early. I don't want to go home."
[Su: I just continue to practice dancing when I go home. I might as well go for a walk with you.]
"Then let me take you to see Ninghu Campus. By the way, has your admission notice arrived?"
[Deer: They must be in the same class.]
"Here it is, it was sent last night. Ninghu Middle School, Junior High School, Class 1 (1), who are you?"
[Su: Will they be in the same class?]
"I haven't read it yet." Lu Zhengkang took out his phone and opened his mailbox. Sure enough, there was an email, "Same as you, I'm in the same class."
[Deer: That’s great.]
"Of course, there are only two in the top class, half and half."
[Su: That’s great.]
Su Xiangli's words brought back Lu Zhengkang's memories. He had said similar words to her when she was assigned to the same class in Chun Yaxin Kindergarten.
[Deer: Did you really say that? Or maybe it was just an illusion.]
[Su: I’ll give you this sentence again, hum.]
Su Xiangli gently touched her left shoulder. It really didn't hurt at all. She smiled and said to Lu Zhengkang, "You will be my royal masseur from now on! Remember to massage me every day."
Lu Zhengkang looked away, "No, it's very troublesome."
"Please give that Zhang Ke a massage!"
"Eh? Are you jealous? No, how do you know his name is Zhang Keshi?"
"You are obviously jealous!"
"You are jealous! Why should I be jealous?"
The two little kids muttered "You're jealous" while walking side by side on the street, intending to take a train at the skytrain station two intersections away, and then transfer the train to the Luoshan District at the train station.
Lu Zhengkang suddenly asked, "Do you have to practice dancing every day at home?" He was actually 100% sure that he couldn't tell it before. Now that he has a deep understanding of the structure of the human body, he can fully understand what Su Xiangli is doing behind his back.
Hard work.
"It's okay." Su Xiangli didn't say directly, "Don't ask me about my family affairs. Tell me something else."
Lu Zhengkang can understand the feeling of hard training. Any skill requires talent and hard work. Even if he uses comprehension points to learn knowledge, it only improves efficiency. Every time he spends 100,000 painful hours in the learning space, that is
Eleven years, this is no joke, it can really drive people crazy.
What makes Lu Zhengkang most psychedelic is that the eleven years he spent in the fantasy world are just a moment to others, and the feeling of being separated from the world is very terrifying.
However, he would not feel superior to others because of this. After all, in a lonely world invisible to outsiders, everyone is actually experiencing torture.
Lu Zhengkang knew that although he understood the pain of studying that Su Xiangli went through, he could not comfort her. This was her own battle.
"Ahem, I agree."
Su Xiangli was confused: "What did you promise?" She suddenly smiled.
"I'm just going to be your, uh, give you a massage, I agreed."
Su Xiangli pretended to be disappointed, "Thank you, but."
"But what?" Lu Zhengkang felt ashamed of being led around.
"But it seems we can't meet every day, and after we get to school... you can't give me a massage alone in front of everyone, right? Besides..."
Lu Zhengkang: "..."
Su Xiangli put her hands on her hips dissatisfied, "Hey, are you listening to me?"
Lu Zhengkang coughed and said, "The bus is here, let's get on it."
There was silence between them and they changed the subject.
Su Xiangli said, "Zhou Ping has also entered Ninghu, and he is also in the same class."
"His grades don't seem to be enough, right?"
"I heard that I asked his uncle for help. By the way, Zhang Yingxuan went to Class 4. Although he was also in the top class, he was separated from us."
Lu Zhengkang smiled, "Maybe he can find some relatives to help and transfer him to our class."
At three o'clock in the afternoon, they finally arrived at Luoshan District. It was very troublesome to switch between buses and EMUs along the way. They chose scooters for the last part of the journey, which were free of charge.
This kind of car has only one spherical tire and is self-balancing. It looks like a short white pier from the rear. Its cross-section is rounded and shaped like a water drop. There is a depression for people to sit on. The rudder is on the tip of the water drop.
It's a long black pole, like a mug handle.
Although the transportation tool is quite silly, when it is driven, there is a refreshing breeze, which takes away the heat to a certain extent. Compared with the air-conditioned and cool car, it has a unique and comfortable atmosphere.
On such a large street, they walked side by side in the sparse traffic. The world without exhaust fumes prevented them from being disgraced, and they were very happy.
They drove more and more freely and entered a long tree-lined avenue. There were two railway tracks here. The short low-speed sightseeing train moved slowly. Lu Zhengkang was on this side of the track and Su Xiangli was on the track.
Over there, when the train passed by, they all looked at each other who was covered up. After the train passed by, they felt relieved when they saw each other again.
We walked all the way to the train platform, but there were indeed a lot of tall buildings near here.
There is an electronic notice board that is not very conspicuous on the platform. It is the junior high school of Ninghu Middle School.
It turned out that they had already arrived at school, and the train just now was used by students to rush to class.
