As long as he forces himself not to think about the future of his untimely death, this past week will be the happiest week Xiao Yao has had since he came to the Magic City.

Every night, he could spend time alone with Yu Luying.

After returning home in the evening, he always wanted to talk to Shen Tianyun, but he couldn't find anyone for several days.

"What time will she be back? Could it be that she stayed up all night?" Shen Jie asked him in the text message.

"I don't know...it shouldn't be possible, right?" Xiao Yao replied.

"This is not possible. We need to figure it out." Shen Jie said.

Yes, every day during the day, he devoted a considerable part of his energy to texting and chatting with Shen Jie.

The capacity of the inbox is limited and it needs to be cleaned every day. Xiao Yao needs to make difficult choices.

"By the way, don't you usually attend classes?" Shen Jie finally asked him on Thursday afternoon.

"Yeah, it doesn't sound good." After Xiao Yao typed these five words, he deleted them and changed them to "Listen."

"Really? Then you...I also want to attend the class?"

Xiao Yao frowned, did this mean to end the conversation?

It was rare that before he could reply, the second message came.

"And I sent you a message at night, but you were very slow to reply."

"Ah, I'm sorry, that's because I've been making up lessons recently," Xiao Yao thought for a moment, deleted the word "make up lessons" and replaced it with "enhanced learning": "The teacher didn't allow me to touch my mobile phone while I was studying."

To be fair, not a single word of this sentence is false.

When Yu Luying, a good student, was a teacher, she was a typical example of someone who failed to achieve her goals - that is to say, she was good at discipline but not good at developing the potential of stupid students.

However, the situation seems to have changed recently: it has only been two nights, and Xiao Yao already feels that he is beginning to understand the lectures, which is simply unscientific.

Why didn’t the tutors grandma paid for in the past not have this effect?

"Of course I teach well." Yu Luying said at that time.

"Actually, I'm quite smart, but I don't focus on studying. Don't look at me like that. This is what Teacher Yao said, the exact words."

No matter what, now that I have gained the key for the first time, it means that there is still hope for repeating the grade.

At the same time... I always feel that the relationship between myself and Yu Luying has improved somewhat.

Once the relationship with Shen Jie is... confirmed, Yu Luying probably won't feel like she has given up.

In that case, it would be natural to be the buddies we were before.

That is to say, when love and friendship have been harvested, what else will you be dissatisfied about? In what way is my wife inferior to Yu Luying?

Xiao Yao said to himself, looking away from Yu Luying's back in the front row to see if Shen Jie had replied to the message.

The next class was history, which was Xiao Yao's favorite subject, so he naturally listened carefully.

"Martin Luther posted the Ninety-Five Theses on the door of All Saints Church in Wittenberg, Germany on October 31, 1517..."

Teacher Jiang is a very skinny old man who looks like an intellectual at first glance.

He took off his reading glasses, hung them around his neck, and looked across the entire scene.

"Then, I will let classmate Yu Luying...and classmate Ou Yuqin, who looks drowsy in the back row, answer, what kind of movement is this starting from?"

"..." No one answered.

"Classmate Ou Yuqin?"

"Teacher Jiang," the girl with long wavy hair slowly stood up: "Teacher, my name is not Ou Yuqin, please call me Ouyang Qianqian, thank you."

There was a burst of snickers and whispers in the class, and Xiao Yao also raised his head and looked at this "Ouyang Qianqian".

This girl wore a modified school uniform and had a manicure. When people saw her for the first time, what they felt was not the surprise of her beauty, but a liveliness and comfort like an elf dancing on her fingertips. Her

Her skin is not the traditional aesthetic white, but a gentle light brown - different from the rough skin that is generally considered to represent dark colors, her skin shows a light, like coffee milk appearance.

There was even some chocolate beans added to this cup of coffee and milk - she had some acne on her face that was neither too much nor too little, nor too deep or too shallow. It should have been a big taboo for girls of this age, but it was not covered up at all.

Her beauty actually added a different kind of charm and style to her. Xiao Yao remembered that before she dyed her hair, it would still show a light yellow color in the sun, and she had inward-curled bangs on her forehead.

Today she wore a pair of large round glasses, which made her already not small eyes look even bigger. Under her small and upturned nose were bright red lips: they were as red as flames even without lipstick, which matched her

The skin produced a strong contrast.

"So, classmate Ouyang Qianqian..." Faced with this unruly face, Teacher Jiang reluctantly put on his glasses again.

"Religious Reform." After Ouyang Qianqian finished speaking, he sat down.

"Okay, then let's continue talking..."

His words were interrupted by the sound of music on the radio.

Before the history teacher said get out of class was over, the classroom started to become noisy, and some people started packing their schoolbags.

As soon as Teacher Jiang went out, the head teacher, Teacher Yao, walked in behind.

"Don't leave yet! I have something to say," Teacher Yao said loudly.

The class teacher's majesty was still there, and the classroom instantly became quiet.

"For the physical examination, our shift is tomorrow," Teacher Yao looked at the watch on his hand: "Don't eat breakfast, and then...and...it's gone. The students on duty will stay, and the others..."

--Dividing line--

After school, church reception room.

"You must be sick, the same thing happens with the teacher..." Yu Luying complained.

"Hi, you're a middle school girl." Xiao Yao responded while immersed in writing papers: "It's not the first day she's been like this. When she introduced herself at the beginning of school, didn't she just stand on the podium and say: I don't like myself.

My scientific name is, please call me Ouyang Qianqian."

"I don't like my name yet."

"Why, Yu Luying sounds so nice," Xiao Yao raised his head and glanced at her: "It means that when I was in junior high school, I actually thought about picking one for myself..."

"A pen name is a pen name, hers is different. Also, can the last name be changed?"

"We have to be reasonable about this, people are just..."

"Ah, I almost forgot again, you are her godbrother." Yu Luying pretended to be surprised: "Just talk to her."

"Oh, don't be angry..." Xiao Yao put down his pen and poked her arm.

"Don't touch me!" Yu Luying twisted.

"Okay, okay, you bastard Ou Yuqin, do your best." Xiao Yao rotated the exercise book in front of him 90 degrees: "I proved this question, can you see if it's right?"

"The wrong formula was used here..." Yu Luying took a sip of water and returned to her normal appearance.

After finishing this topic, Yu Luying seemed to suddenly think of something.

"By the way, tomorrow is Friday, our band has to rehearse in the evening. I can free up Saturday during the day, so the progress..."

"Saturday? Is Sunday okay?" Xiao Yao was startled: "I might..."

Yu Luying shook her head: "No, there is Sunday mass on Sunday, there are choir rehearsals, and there are a lot of things going on in the church. You know - you have an appointment with someone?"

"Hmm...ah."

Yu Luying didn't ask who it was, she just folded the test papers in her hands neatly and touched them upright on the table: "That's it for today. My uncle will be back soon."

Hearing the words "little uncle", Xiao Yao was a little nervous again: "Ah, okay... By the way, Yu Luying."

"Huh?" Yu Luying lowered her eyelids.

"Let me show you something." Xiao Yao took out the composition paper again.

"What is this? A poem?" Yu Luying unfolded the composition paper and read it carefully.

…

"...you...why are you crying?" Xiao Yao hurriedly found a tissue. He felt that his eyes were a little wet. It must be an illusion, right?

"Abandoning my wife and daughter," Yu Luying wiped her eyes with the back of her hand fiercely: "Go to hell!"

"Abandoning wife and daughter?" Xiao Yao was a little confused. How did she know it was a "female"?

"I'm sorry," the girl calmed down and said softly, "I'm so out of character."

"It's okay," Xiao Yao said haha: "We are all so familiar with each other."

Yu Luying didn't say anything, she just folded the composition paper again, pushed it gently to Xiao Yao, and took out half a pack of tissues from her schoolbag.

"Did you write this?" Yu Luying wiped her eyes.

"No, it was written by a... friend of mine. I just want to know what happened."

"Isn't this very obvious?" Yu Luying was a little surprised: "No wonder you couldn't pass my Chinese test."

"That's also second in the class..." Xiao Yao laughed: "No, that's not the point. Do you think her father is not dead?"

"Death?" The girl's eyes widened and she reached for the folded paper: "Wait a minute, I'll look at it again."

"As long as she's not dead, I'll be relieved," Xiao Yao leaned back in his chair and said to himself, "I know her father, and her father is definitely not that kind of person."
To be continued...