It's midsummer in June, and dusk is just right.

Jiang Zhiyu quietly packed up the books on the desk. The sunset shone on her falling hair, and a layer of light gold was plated. Under the hair, the skin on her cheeks was dazzling white.

This is the third month she has transferred to Quancheng No. 1 Middle School, and there are still five days left before this year's college entrance examination.

Outside the window, senior high school students were either happy or sad, walking together in groups of three or three, ready to welcome a new and free life.

What a pity, she has to wait another year.

"Hey, transfer student, the director is looking for you."

The person who called her was Yu Xichen, the class's study committee member. She was small and wearing black-framed glasses that were standard for academic masters. The contempt in her eyes was well concealed.

The fish in the river is ripe and ignorant of this.

This is not the only one who looks down on her.

To be precise, most peers in the school treat her like this.

After all, on the day of school, her father Jiang Dachuan discovered that his daughter's new director was actually the target of "infidelity" of his deceased wife. It was really rare in this key high school.

"knew."

Restrained his thoughts, Jiang Zhiyu put all the books into his schoolbag, and put his shoulders on his back with some difficulty, walked through the corridor, came to the office, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Enter."

Director Wei Ran is a middle-aged man with a gentle face. Out of her childhood friendship with her mother, she did not impose the absurdity of that day on her.

"Do you want to go to your grandmother's house during the exam for the senior high school students? I'll take you there after school."

There was no outsider in the office. Jiang Zhiyu had a timid face and called "Uncle Wei". Although his voice was small, he was very firm:

"No need, it has caused you a lot of trouble. It's just a week. I'll just review my homework at home."

The 17 or 18-year-old boy and girl are at the age of being extremely sensitive to gossip, and she knows how those people discuss her behind their backs.

He said she was the illegitimate daughter of the director of teaching, and said she was synonymous with unfaithful marriage.

But the man in front of him never clarified. He was still trying to be her backer even though he was at the forefront.

She cannot be insatiable.

Wei Ran seemed to have guessed the answer long ago, sighed softly, and said helplessly: "But your family..."

Jiang Zhiyu's white and indifferent little face had a faint smile: "It's okay, I've been used to it for a long time."

As for grandma's place...

She was already tired of those unwilling words that made the elderly feel at ease.

To the contrary, he said how happy he lived at home, how kind the stepmother of the mistress was, how sensible the younger brother was, who was not related to blood.

It was an insult to her mother, she didn't want to, nor did she want to.

The road after school is still lively, and the river fish passes through it and comes to the platform alone.

The schoolbag was a little heavy, and she walked around her hands and tried to hold it so that she could suffer less on her shoulders.

The roar of motorcycles roared in my ears, which brought the dust piled up by the roadside sanitation aunt, and instantly caught her eyes.

Someone behind her hit her hard again. Her tallness made her center of gravity lower, and her body shook back and forth, and she was about to fall.

This is not the first time that he has made a fool of himself in public. Jiang Zhiyu's first reaction is to cover her head. As soon as her arm is lifted, someone grabbed her from the front of her left, and leveraged her to stabilize her body.

"It's a good little girl, it's not good if she's broken. Xiao Yang, ride a bike and watch the road."

The voice is the favorite thing for girls. It is a bit slutty and a bit bad. It clearly doesn't say anything that makes people think too much, but it gives people the illusion of being teased by him.

"Brother Si, aren't you in a hurry to pick you up? Oh, don't worry about this girl. Your family is already waiting and get in the car."

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes were still uncomfortable, and the foreign object sensation made her unable to see the person in front of her. She could only feel the hand on her arm retracted. The skin he had scratched was slightly itchy under the evening breeze, and the familiar faint fragrance of soap beads floated across the tip of her nose.

Time seems to be frozen at this moment.

until--

The roar of the motorcycle in his ear sounded again, Jiang Zhiyu narrowed his eyes and looked up following the sound.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Letting the sound disappear at the end of the long street, she rubbed her eyes, which had already shed physical tears, and tried to open them.

There were people coming and going on the street, but they were still the same, as if the episode just now was just a dream she imagined.

"Hey, transfer students, are you getting on the bus?"

Song Ke, a male classmate who was in the same class along the way, saw her stunned, which made the whole bus people wait for her, and couldn't help but remind her.

Jiang Zhiyu withdrew his gaze, got into the car, swiped the card, and squeezed to the car door to stand, with an abnormal red look on his eyes.

This is the only car that goes straight to the county town below this point. There are as many people on the car as ever. The sound of conversation and laughter are accompanied by the smell of sweat floating in the air, which is cramped and unpleasant.

She has to take this route once a week, but she has never been like this now, and she is obviously unbearable but happy.

She knew that this was brought about by that dreamlike encounter.

Subconsciously, I hugged my schoolbag into my arms and opened the innermost mezzanine. Here I hid the most grand secret in her tiny youth-

A small and square school card, but not hers.

It belongs to the person just now.

From Class 1 of Senior 3, Shen Si.

In the reduced version of the photo in the lower right corner, the boy has a clean and delicate face, and his slightly narrowed eyes are a bit impatient.

This was the look of a year ago that I was worthy of beating.

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"Mom, why haven't Jiang Zhiyu come back yet? I'm almost starving to death!"

"Wait a minute, your cheap stepfather made another money today, saying that he would have a good meal for the whole family. If you follow him, maybe he would send you to a key middle school in the city when he was happy."

Jiang Zhiyu, who was holding the key outside the door, seemed to have not heard it, and opened the lock and pulled the door with an expressionless face.

"The fish is back?"

Stepmother Xu Shuyi came up differently, took out her slippers, and even acted to help her get her schoolbag. Jiang Zhiyu avoided her slightly, "I'll do it myself."

After changing his shoes, he walked towards the bedroom, and his step brother Jiang Yunfeng did not hide his disgust for her at all:

"I'm just trying to help you get something. Do you really think that I'm a princess? I don't know if it's my father's kindness."

This sentence again, Jiang Zhiyu's mouth slight sarcasm appeared.

If she had listened to it normally, it would have been fine, but who made her feel good and just taught him how to curse people.

He paused, turned around and turned around, and the ponytail swung sharply as her movements. Jiang Zhiyu had a small face, and said the most ironic words in the gentlest voice without any expression:

"Oh, then you are my dad's plant? I wonder if Aunt Xu can wear this hat that made my dad a three-year-old affair."
Chapter completed!