In the last semester of high school, the entire atmosphere in the high school teaching building of the first high school at the Affiliated High School became different.

Compared with the first and second year of high school, there are three major football matches and school activities such as Ningshan Yixing this semester, the goal of senior high school students this semester is only one.

That is the college entrance examination.

In front of the blackboard of the classroom in Class 8, Ying Chanxi was standing here, holding a piece of chalk in his hand and lifting his toes with difficulty.

After erasing the "91" of the 91 days of the college entrance examination countdown in the upper right corner of the blackboard, she planned to change the number to "90".

This is the time for morning self-study.

Although Yingchanxi has already had a famous flower master on its surface, it is their great squad leader.

But at this age, many men still can't resist the attraction of girls like Ying Chanxi.

Looking at Ying Chanxi's slim back who struggled to raise his toes, even if he was completely wrapped in a blue and white school uniform jacket, it was still difficult for people to look away.

But when everyone watched the "91" on the blackboard being wiped off and their eyes fell on Ying Chanxi's back, they subconsciously brought a layer of loneliness.

This represents a white moonlight of youth. There are only 90 days left, so I will say goodbye to them. After all, Class 8 is just an ordinary class. Although due to the reform of the college entrance examination, some students from key classes were transferred when they were divided into second grades before.

But most students still cannot keep up with Ying Chanxi's footsteps. Qianjiang University's score threshold is like a natural barrier for them.

Maybe in another 90 days, they will never see this figure again in their lives. This bright figure that once left behind in their youth.

And just then.

A figure walked in through the front door of the classroom.

As soon as he finished using the toilet, his hands were a little wet. He walked behind Ying Chanxi and wiped her school uniform like a joke.

Ying Chanxi felt something, turned his head and found that this guy used his clothes as banknotes, but he was not angry on his face.

Instead, he glared at him quite angrily.

Such a scenery is really cute.

A girl who is serious and serious in front of others on weekdays, the deputy class monitor of Class 8, former student union president, and the first student god in the grade, will only reveal this cute little emotion in front of this boy.

The two of them interacted on the classroom podium for a small movement, and Ying Chanxi whispered something.

Maybe he didn't interfere with himself and went back to his seat as soon as possible.

But as Ying Chanxi turned around again and raised his hand to continue to make up for the "90".

Li Luo, behind Ying Chanxi, did not leave. Instead, he completely covered Ying Chanxi's petite body with his tall back and blocked the boys' self-light.

Then he raised his hand, turned his head and glanced outside the classroom. He didn't see the teacher, so he continued to raise his arm and easily held Ying Chanxi's delicate little hand.

The reciting of morning self-study in the classroom became much lighter in an instant.

The girls also looked up at the podium.

Male classmates like Liu Shaowen or Shao Heqi couldn't help but grit their teeth and looked envious and jealous.

Ying Chanxi was startled by Li Luo's actions, then his cheeks flushed instantly, and he whispered: "You, what are you doing?

Everyone is watching.”

"What's wrong?" Li Luo chuckled in her ear and said, "I think you can't reach it, so I just help you. The deputy class cannot do well, so I have to wipe my butt."

"Who wants you to wipe your butt?" Ying Chanxi's face turned red and she let out a slight mouthful, but she did not resist Li Luo tightened her hand. So under the joint efforts of the two, the handwriting of the "90" on the blackboard was deep, not as thin as the previous "91".

But this is not the point.

The boys looked at this scene and thought to themselves that this horse is youth.

The girls fantasized in their minds that if they could also show off their doggy food on the podium with the person they like—·

It's a mistake!

Very shy.

Sure enough, Ying Chanxi put down the chalk and turned toward his seat. His cheeks turned red, looking bright and charming, making people unable to see them.

But the next second, Li Luo's finger hit the podium, coughed and reminded him, "Don't be lazy, Teacher Kong will come in a while."

Everyone came to their senses, and many people looked at their own squad leader speechlessly, thinking to themselves who was lazy?

But when Kong Junxiang's figure "came" and "just happen" to walk in through the front door, the reading sound in the classroom immediately rose several levels.

Everyone returned to their passionate state.

Kong Junxiang glanced at the students in the classroom and then at Li Luo on the podium.

Seeing this, Li Luo greeted Kong Junxiang, and then immediately walked back to his seat. "I read through the texts I said yesterday this morning. When there are five minutes left in the morning self-study, I will come and check the silence." Kong Junxiang said this. When he passed by the podium, his eyes raised unconsciously and looked at the countdown to the college entrance examination on the blackboard.

After morning self-study, Kong Junxiang glanced around the classroom and then said, "If you write the dictation, you won't correct it. You can see where there are any mistakes. Pay attention next time."

After saying that, he no longer delayed the students' time of get out of class and turned around and left the classroom.

And at this moment, a voice stopped him.

"Teacher Kong." Ying Chanxi took the lead and ran behind Kong Junxiang.

Yan Zhusheng and Li Luo also followed her. When Kong Junxiang turned around, he stood in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Kong Junxiang glanced at the three little guys and asked in confusion, "What else is there?"

"That's right." Ying Chanxi took the initiative to speak, "We have something to do at home tomorrow, so we want to take a half-day leave, so we can tell Teacher Kong in advance and open a leave note."

"Is there something at home?" Kong Junxiang blinked and was about to ask what was going on, but his eyes fell on Yan Zhusheng. Thinking of Yuan Wanqing's identity, he turned to ask, "Do you have something at home?"

"Yeah." Yan Zhusheng nodded.

"I'll call your parents to confirm later, is there no problem?" Kong Junxiang asked again, "If there is indeed something wrong, I will give you the fake note in the third Chinese class later."

"Yeah, thank you for your hard work, Teacher Kong." Ying Chanxi nodded and said.

Friday morning, March 10th.

Zheng Xin, a front desk staff member, was working in the Civil Affairs Bureau north of Ningshan, Yinjiang District. He was just working on the preparations very seriously.

The old female aunt who had worked in the Civil Affairs Bureau for ten years next to her, rushed to check in at the junction, and after sitting down, she did not forget to take out her breakfast.

"Sister Meng, the director said yesterday that he should not bring breakfast to the work station for food." Zheng Xin reminded kindly, "If someone comes to do business at this time, it will be ugly."

"Who can there be someone early in the morning?" Sister Meng was eating breakfast indifferently, "The director came at nine o'clock, what are you afraid of?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau was pushed open.

A man and a woman walked in from outside the door, followed by three young people.

Seeing this, Sister Meng quickly pushed the breakfast deep into the counter and covered it with the horizontal cabinet above.

Although she said she was not afraid, she couldn't bear to be complained by a customer who came to handle the business.

At this time, Zheng Xin had already smiled and said to the person walking towards him: "What business do you want to handle?"

"Apply for a marriage certificate." The man said calmly, and while taking out the corresponding materials from the briefcase he carried with him.

The woman wearing sunglasses and a mask on the side also took off all the objects on her face.

Zheng Xin subconsciously glanced at the woman's face and felt that she looked quite young, but if you look closely, you can tell that she is not young anymore.

What does it mean? It looks familiar.

Zheng Xin thought so, but it was impossible for him to keep staring at him. After taking the corresponding materials from the man, he lowered his head and started handling the business.

Sister Meng, who was standing aside, also stood up to help, handed over the "Marriage Application Registration Statement" and asked the two to fill it out.

"Ying Zhicheng—Yuan Wanqing—" Zheng Xin glanced at the ID cards of the two, and compared the information of the household registration book.

Confirm that is correct.

At this time, a girl who was originally following behind leaned over at the counter and asked curiously: "Does the marriage certificate only require an ID card and a household registration book?"

Zheng Xin had just graduated from college and was stunned when he looked up and saw Yan Zhusheng's delicate face. Then he reacted and nodded and said:

"We also need to provide three 2-inch photos, of course, we can also take photos on our site."

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng nodded, his eyes secretly landed on the household registration book brought by his mother, and lingered for a long time.

I don't know what I'm thinking about.

"The materials here have been verified. Do you need to go to the oath platform to take photos as a souvenir?" Zheng Xin looked at Ying Zhicheng and Yuan Wanqing and asked.

"Well, take a photo." Ying Zhicheng nodded, "We brought the camera ourselves and borrowed the venue."

"No problem, then I'll take you there." Zheng Xin nodded with a smile, then looked at his colleague next to him, "Sister Meng, please get your marriage certificate."

"I got it, you go."

Sister Meng waved her hand, took the information that Zheng Xin had just processed, and turned to make a marriage certificate.

But just when she confirmed whether the information on her marriage certificate was incorrect, she suddenly became stunned.

"Yuan Wanqing?"

"This name is a bit familiar."

Sister Meng was thinking about this name and looked at the photo provided by Yuan Wanqing. The more she looked, the more she looked familiar.

After a few seconds, she suddenly yelled, as if she had thought of something, and quickly took out her cell phone to check it out.
To be continued...