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Chapter 77

At the beginning of September, the scorching sun was in the sky.

Vehicles and pedestrians come and go under the shade of the trees. The morning air is filled with the smell of siu mai and pancakes. The asphalt road is scorched by the sun, and various bells and noises are intertwined.

Wen Ji Nian has not walked this road for a long time, everything is so familiar and yet so strange.

Wearing a white short-sleeved school uniform, black trousers, and the old dark schoolbag on his back, he walked into the campus with a large number of bicycles.

Today is the day of the report, the gates are crowded with students and parents, and the traffic/police at the intersection are dispatched collectively to maintain order.

The full name of Lanjiang High School is actually the No. [-] Middle School of Lanjiang City. In order to distinguish it from Yiming Middle School, another old high school in the city, people generally call Yiming Middle School "Yizhong" and call it "Yiming Middle School" instead. Lan Gao" or "Lan Zhong".

These two schools are both one of the best in the city center, and there is only one block between them.

When Wen Ji Nian applied for the exam, he was scrambled by these two schools. In the end, he chose Langao because the tuition and miscellaneous fees are all free here.

He had almost forgotten which class he was in. After all, he hadn't set foot in school for five years. He still found the way after asking two girls.

The two girls blushed when they saw him, gave directions shyly, and then followed him, talking softly as they walked towards the teaching building.

"This is Wen Jinian from Class 2, right? He looks so white and handsome."

"Of course the school grass is handsome, and he is also very tall, probably 1.8 meters."

"The boys in the science class are all tall, and Zhong Xingran in their class is the tallest in the whole grade."

"My god, don't mention Zhong Xingran, I heard that he will read a self-criticism at the opening ceremony..."

They thought their voices were very low, but Wen Ji Nian listened to most of the conversation.

He just remembered that there seemed to be a time when Zhong Xingran had to go to the stage to read a self-criticism because of a fight, but he didn't write a word, and rushed to work on the report day.

When he was secretly writing madly, Qian Yang, the class teacher, came over and asked him if he was ready, and he said confidently that he was ready.

However, at that time Wen Ji Nian didn't know that he hadn't finished writing, and accidentally knocked off his textbook in front of Qian Yang, revealing the self-criticism book pressed underneath.

On that blank A4 paper, there were only two lines:

"Review"

Dear teacher, dear students...

Qian Yang and Zhong Xingran looked at each other, grabbed him by the ear and carried him to the office on the spot.

After returning, Zhong Xingran immediately fought with Wen Jinian, the fight was earth-shattering, three desks were broken, and half of the graders all ran out of the window to watch the excitement.

After the fight, the two were called to the office again.

All in all, Wen Ji Nian's first day of school was a mess.

After waking up this morning, he thought carefully for a long time, and decided not to tell anyone for the time being that he came back from time travel five years later.

First of all, no one would believe him, and everyone would think he was crazy. After all, who would have imagined that five years later, he would become the hottest actor in the entertainment industry.Secondly, Zhong Xingran should hate him very much now, wishing to draw a ten-meter-long [-]-point line with him. If he said to Zhong Xingran, "We will love each other in five years", it is estimated that three more tables will be damaged. .

Out of various security considerations, Wen Jinian decided to hide this matter first.

He walked to the third floor and saw the familiar class number.

From far away, I heard voices coming from inside.

On the first day of school, everyone was frantically making up homework and correcting answers.During the summer vacation, all subjects were handed out thick papers, and the teacher said that they would collect them for correction, so everyone wanted to read the answers before handing them in to improve the correct rate.

As soon as Wen Ji Nian entered, he received a warm welcome from the first row.

"Ah, ah, Ji Nian, you are finally here! Please borrow your math paper!"

"Brother Wen, Brother Wen, I asked you to borrow your physics homework in advance on Q yesterday, let me check it out."

"Fuck off you, I made an appointment half a month ago, I'm the first to agree!"

The students in the first few rows rushed forward, and before Wen Jinian returned to his seat, they divided up all his homework.

Wen Ji Nian was already used to it, when he walked to his seat, he saw Zhong Xingran who was concentrating on self-reflection.

Zhong Xingran heard the movement and looked up at him.

He was sitting by the window, the sun was shining through the transparent glass, and the mottled reflection was reflected on his face.

Unlike five years later, there was no highlighted hair, no makeup or clothing, he was wearing a simple school uniform and shirt, his hair was cut very short according to the school's standard, revealing his handsome facial features.

His brows and eyes are sharp and immature, and his dark eyes are filled with the unique vigor of a young man. Coupled with his arrogant expression, it seems that Wen Ji Nian was hit hard in the heart.

Zhong Xingran's expression was very strange, first he looked at his face in a daze, and then complex emotions welled up in his eyes.Like surprise, like stubbornness, and like mixed with a lot of unspeakable emotions.

Wen Jinian's heart was pounding, and he didn't notice the change, so he subconsciously looked away and sat down in his seat.

He remembered that in the past, whenever he looked at Zhong Xingran more often, he would look at him with a little disgust.

Five years later, he has grown a lot, but his ability to bear has regressed. He can't see Zhong Xingran looking at him with such eyes, because he knows how much he likes him.

The surroundings were chaotic, and no one noticed the undercurrent surging between the two.

Wen Jinian took out the remaining Chinese textbook from his schoolbag, and suddenly heard a voice from beside him.

"You came from home?"

He raised his head in astonishment, and saw Zhong Xingran looking at him unnaturally, obviously talking to him.

Wen Ji Nian wanted to nod at first, but on second thought, the self five years ago probably wouldn't be nice to him, right?

"Otherwise." He said coldly.

A bit of annoyance appeared on Zhong Xingran's face, as if he was regretting asking such a stupid question.

He took out a bag of something from the hole in the table and threw it on Wen Jinian's table.

Their tables had always been separated by a sky moat, and when the thing was thrown over, Wen Ji Nian smelled a scent of burning wheat, which was exactly the same as the one he had just smelled on the way here.

Zhong Xing said with a stinky face, "I bought too much breakfast, so I'll give it to you."

Wen Jinian grabbed the plastic bag. If he calmed down a little, he would find that the bag had never been opened.

But he thought of another thing—when he was at school, he almost never had breakfast.Because his aunt didn't know how to make it for him, and he didn't have any extra money to buy it, he would occasionally take a cold steamed bun from the kitchen that his uncle brought back last night.

It was many years later that he mentioned it to Zhong Xingran as a joke. He remembered Zhong Xingran's distressed expression for a long time.

Wen Ji Nian smelled the smell of burning wheat and felt a little hungry.

But instead of opening the plastic bag, he threw it back with his backhand, "You must be sick."

This is normal.

Zhong Xingran: "..."

After a while, Qian Yang walked in, and the class was instantly quieter.

He asked the representatives of each subject to collect the papers. Wen Ji Nian was the representative of the mathematics department, so he naturally got up to collect the homework.

After almost half an hour, all the homework was collected one after another.

Qian Yang asked the class monitor to take everyone to the playground, and in 10 minutes, the opening ceremony was about to begin.

When Wen Jinian returned to his seat, he found that Zhong Xingran had disappeared.

He frowned, thinking that this guy must be a cigarette addict, and told Jia Baiyan where they hid in a corner to smoke.

Zhong Xingran's desk was full of books, which looked messy. Wen Jinian looked through it and found the self-criticism he hadn't finished.

The students in the class walked out one after another, and the monitor called him, "Ji Nian, what are you still writing? We're going to the playground to gather."

Wen Ji wrote without raising his head, "You go first, I'll be here in a while."

He deliberately distorted the writing, trying to prevent Zhong Xingran from discovering that it was him who wrote it, and added almost [-] characters crookedly.

It was not until 2 minutes before the opening ceremony that he hurried to the playground.

The squad leader sat in the last row and whispered to him to sit next to him.

Wen Jinian looked around and asked strangely, "Where is Zhong Xingran?"

The squad leader was even more at a loss than him, "I don't know, isn't he still studying for self-criticism?"

Wen Jinian took out a paper full of words and gave it to him, "I forgot to take his self-criticism, you can give it to him later."

The squad leader took the piece of paper and sighed, "You really have a big heart. I thought that when you picked up his self-criticism, your first reaction was to tear it up for him."

Wen Ji Nian: "..."

Surprisingly, Zhong Xingran did not show up until the end of the opening ceremony.

The host called his name three times on the board, the playground was full of laughter, everyone was talking about eating melons, Qian Yang was so angry that his face turned green, he went to the monitor, and asked him to go back and call Zhong Xingran to him office.

Wen Ji Nian's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, what the hell is this kid doing?

He clearly remembered that he went up to read the self-criticism before, although he was full of nonsense, he did not run away on the spot.

After the meeting, he returned to the classroom with the class monitor, and saw Zhong Xingran sleeping on the table as soon as he entered the door.

The squad leader patted him cautiously, not daring to offend the King of Hades.

Zhong Xingran opened his eyes impatiently, and after seeing Wen Ji, the irritability on his face dissipated a little.

"The head teacher asked you to go to his office to ask why you didn't go to the meeting just now." The monitor said cautiously.

"Oh." Zhong Xingran stood up lazily, without answering him at all, and staggered out through the back door.

The squad leader muttered: "I'm really afraid that he will get angry when he wakes up, and he will punch me too."

Wen Ji Nian remained silent, because Zhong Xingran in high school was indeed such a dog-tempered person, and it was not until many years later that he was abruptly reversed.

He sat down on the seat, reached into the table hole to get a book, but encountered a limp plastic bag, which had the same tactile feel as the previous bag containing siu mai.

He pulled out the bag suspiciously, and found that it was a bag of pancakes, and there was also a bag of soy milk that was hot enough to touch.