Suddenly being summoned by the head teacher, the head teacher Li Li put down the pen in his hand and hurriedly trot towards the office.

"Teacher Qiu." He pushed open the door and faced the head teacher's desk.

"Come here." Qiu Li beckoned to him, then turned her head and introduced to Tang Xiaonian, "This is Li Li, the monitor of our class. I'm not here for what happened that day, so you can ask him. Li Li, come and sit down," Qiu said. Li pulled a chair from the side, "This is the mother of classmate Tang Junhe. She came here specially today to find out what happened to Junhe's bruise. Do you know? If you know it, tell the truth."

"I don't know too well," Li Li stretched out his hand and scratched his head, showing confusion, "I wasn't there at the time, I was walking behind..."

"Don't you know anything?" Tang Xiaonian looked at him, "Even if you don't know the cause and effect, you will know something about the general process, right?"

Seeing that Tang Xiaonian was aggressive, Qiu Li wanted to protect Li Li, looked at him and said, "Say as much as you know."

Feeling the pressure from Tang Xiaonian's eyes, Li Li stammered: "It seems to be related to Feng Bo... Probably they made some kind of bet. Tang Junhe lost the bet, so he ran to the mountain to find a temple. I just listened Others said so, but I really don’t know the specific process.”

Feng Bo? Tang Xiaonian thought the name was very familiar, searched it in her mind, convinced that she had heard it from Yang Chengchuan, she asked sensitively: "Feng Bo and Yang Xuan have a good relationship, right?"

Li Li took a look at the head teacher, licked his lips, and said hesitantly, "Mmm..."

Tang Xiaonian turned his face away and sighed.

"Okay, you go back." Qiu Li stretched out her hand and patted Li Li's shoulder, "I'll settle the score with you after the class meeting for the camping matter."

"Wait," Tang Xiaonian grabbed Li Li's arm, "Student, I'll ask you again, has Jun He been bullied in class?"

"That's not true." Li Li flatly denied it.

"Will that isolate him?" Tang Xiaonian recalled the scene when those children went to his own home that day. It seemed that they obviously revolved around Yang Xuan, but they didn't pay much attention to Tang Junhe.

"Isolation...not at all," Li Li hesitated and said carefully, "To be honest, Tang Junhe is not very enthusiastic about us. Rather than saying that everyone isolates him, it's better to say that he doesn't like contact with us very much. As far as I know, Yin Cong and Ying Hui are pretty good to him, and they will call him when there are activities in the class, and it's definitely not possible to talk about isolation."

"That's it..." Tang Xiaonian half-believingly said, "Thank you, classmate."

"Auntie, you're welcome." Li Li secretly breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his head and walked out of the office quickly.

Seeing that Tang Xiaonian seemed to be in deep thought, Qiu Li just wanted to ask her to go back politely, but she suddenly raised her head and said, "Teacher Qiu, can you call Feng Bo over here, can I ask him again?"

Qiu Li's eyelids twitched, and a bad premonition welled up in her heart. Not to mention Tang Xiaonian's unrelenting appearance inside and outside of his words, just talk about Feng Bo's attitude of a **** who doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement. If these two people match up, maybe they will meet tomorrow. There will be no news that a student and a parent are fighting in the office.

Neither side is easy to offend. Qiu Li, the class teacher in the middle, raised her wrist and looked at her watch, wondering: "Mother Tang, the class meeting will start soon. I'm really sorry, I should go back to the classroom. Turn around I will definitely deal with this matter well, as for Feng Bo, if it really has something to do with him, I promise to give him a serious reprimand and let him write a review and send it to you, do you think it will work?"

According to Tang Xiaonian's temperament, she would definitely not give up easily, but she thought about it, Qiu Li, as Tang Junhe's class teacher, if she offended her, how could she trip Tang Junhe in class? manage? It is said to be a teacher, but a beast like Zhou Lin can sneak into the school to be a teacher. It is hard to say that this head teacher is some kind of gentleman... Thinking about this, Tang Xiaonian endured the anger in his heart, thanked Qiu Li, and returned to the school by himself. home.

After sending Tang Xiaonian out of the office, Qiu Li let out a long sigh. I have to say that even though she has nearly twenty years of experience as a class teacher, she is really scared from the bottom of her heart when facing the emotional Tang Xiaonian.

This is not the first time she has seen Tang Xiaonian. She couldn't help but look at Tang Xiaonian during the parent meeting last time. Unlike the imaginary "third party" and "vixen", Tang Xiaonian looks almost plain in appearance. She doesn't wear much makeup, and her long black hair is simply tied behind her neck with a rubber band.

Because of this, when Tang Xiaonian sat quietly under the podium to listen to the parents' meeting, she looked demure and gentle. It's not hard to imagine why Yang Chengchuan would marry such a woman to continue her marriage. But when she spoke, Qiu Li suddenly felt a strong sense of contrast in her heart.

Thinking of this, Qiu Li packed up the materials from the desk and walked quickly towards the third class of the science department. Walking to the door of the class, she frowned and took a deep breath—this group of brats, who are all in the third year of high school and haven't stayed at home to review, actually went camping on the eleventh? It's really the other way around. Is this what a graduate should look like? !

Stepping up to the podium, she looked around the class with a straight face: "It seems that everyone's Eleven is going well, right? You dare to go camping—" She just started, her gaze turned to the row of windows, At a glance, there was an empty seat - Tang Junhe was not there. She frowned and asked, "Where's Tang Junhe?"

No one made a sound, half of the people looked back, and the other half shook their heads numbly.

Qiu Li hoisted up in one breath, and then asked sharply, "Where's Yang Xuan?!"

"Basketball court..." Someone replied weakly.

"Zhou Qi, check to see if Yang Xuan is here on the basketball court." Qiu Li turned her head and said to a short boy by the window.

The boy stood up and walked to the window, looked at the basketball court with his head, turned his head and replied: "Teacher, Yang Xuan is training on the basketball court."

"Okay, let's sit." Qiu Li looked at the empty seat again, picked up the eraser and slapped the podium twice and said, "It's already a third year in high school, and you still go camping, right? Do you still skip class? You dare to skip the class meeting, Do you really think that no one can control you? Let me tell you, every year in the college entrance examination room, there are countless people who come out crying. No one can guarantee that you will be able to Normal performance, I have to emphasize the importance of the third year of high school hundreds of times?..."

No one expected that when Qiu Li was spitting all over the podium, Tang Junhe was sitting in a cake shop, watching the cake he ordered gradually taking shape under the hands of the baker.

"Aren't you going to school?" The baker was wearing a chef's hat and a mask, leaving only a pair of eyes on the whole face. He kept his hands on and asked Tang Junhe through the mask.

"Skipping class." Tang Junhe replied naturally.

"Huh?" The baker looked up at him, "Will the teacher not care?"

"My grades are good." Tang Junhe said. The words were awkward, but the tone was very ordinary, as if the person who said this was just stating a very ordinary thing.

The baker couldn't help but shook his head helplessly. After a while, he said again: "It's the last step, what do you want to write?"

"Write..." Tang Junhe tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "Just write 'Happy 17th birthday to brother Yang Xuan'."

"Give it to brother..." The man narrowed his eyes and smiled, "The relationship is so good, so your brother treats you very well?"

Tang Junhe nodded without hesitation. Seeing that he was about to start writing with a mounting pen, he suddenly said, "Can I write by myself?"

"Huh?" The man stopped, "Yes."

Tang Junhe jumped off the high stool, stood in front of the counter, took the mounting pen, and wrote down those words stroke by stroke.

His calligraphy was taught by Yang Xuan. When he helped him write matts when he was a child, Yang Xuan directed him to write. The characters are written horizontally and vertically, which looks childish, but not ugly.

After finishing writing, he handed the mounting pen to the baker, and waited for him to wrap the cake before he thanked him and left the cake shop with his hand.

This cake is his birthday present for Yang Xuan. From childhood to adulthood, except for Tang Xiaonian and Zhou Lin, who had no good intentions for him, no one celebrated his birthday, and he never gave anyone a birthday present. However, it was Yang Xuan's birthday, so he had to give a gift. But he couldn't make up his mind about what to give—Yang Xuan seemed to have everything, not only that, his things seemed to be of great value. What's more, the gifts his friends gave him were all kinds of gifts, and if he wanted to fight for gifts, he didn't have any advantage at all with the meager part-time salary he earned during the summer vacation.

After thinking about it, Tang Junhe felt that his only advantage was that he was close to the water. No one else could celebrate Yang Xuan's birthday with him on Monday night. Only he could. This is his unique advantage.

How about giving Yang Xuan a wish, Tang Junhe thought, as long as it was his brother's wish, he would try his best to help him realize it no matter what.

As soon as the school bell rang, Feng Bo walked to the edge of the basketball court with his schoolbag on his back, waiting for Yang Xuan to finish a practice game.

"Brother Xuan, why are you still training? If you don't join the provincial team, what's the point of playing again?" Feng Bo asked while Yang Xuan raised his head to drink water.

"Didn't you ask to enter the provincial team when playing basketball?" Yang Xuan said holding a mineral water bottle, "Didn't I say so?"

"What is that for..." Feng Bo asked puzzled.

Yang Xuan said calmly, "In order not to go to self-study."

"...Ah? Oh... Hey, brother Xuan, the last self-study class, who, unexpectedly skipped class, made the class teacher angry... I guess he will have a hard time tomorrow."

"Skipping class?" Yang Xuan picked up the school uniform on the basketball hoop, threw it on his shoulder, and walked towards the exit of the basketball court, "Where did you go?"

"Who knows, don't you think his whereabouts are weird?" Feng Bo said after him.

"Aren't you going to study by yourself at night?" Yang Xuan asked casually.

"I don't want to go anymore... The teacher in charge asked me to go to her office tomorrow between classes. It seems to be talking about camping. Who should I go with? It's annoying."

"That matter," Yang Xuan walked to the parking lot, bent down to lock the car, "you really went too far."

"But I..." Feng Bo defended, "I didn't expect him to run so fast. I didn't finish my sentence at the time, so he ran away. Brother Xuan, I really feel a little strange. You said he liked it. Ying Hui, he doesn’t seem to have anything else to show. If he doesn’t like Ying Hui, why did he react so strongly at that time? I felt it when I was climbing the mountain. He seemed to always look in our direction. You said If he doesn't like Ying Hui, he won't like you, will he?"

Yang Xuan glanced at him coldly: "What nonsense."

Feng Bo laughed a few times, and joked, "It might be because I like it, but I'm not sure." Seeing that Yang Xuan didn't smile, he said awkwardly, "No one can say for sure about his kind of person, you forgot The person who was hit to death? The look in that person's eyes at that time, when I think of it, I just..."

Yang Xuan interrupted him: "That has nothing to do with him."

"That's true..." Feng Bo thought for a while and said, when he looked up, Yang Xuan had already stepped on his bicycle and rode out of the school gate.

Tang Junhe carried the square cake box and took the bus back home. According to her usual experience, Tang Xiaonian likes to go shopping in nearby shopping malls after get off work, so she usually gets home after six o'clock. Before she got home, Tang Junhe could secretly take the cake home.

However, when he reached the door of his house, he took out the key from his schoolbag, and just about to unlock it, he suddenly heard faint voices coming from inside the door.

Although the voice outside the door was extremely weak, and the gender of the speaker could hardly be distinguished, Tang Junhe immediately judged that Tang Xiaonian had gone home—if Aunt Cook or Tang Xiaonian was at home by himself, wouldn’t it? There will be chatter.

Tang Junhe's hand holding the key froze, he was thinking about how to send the cake back to the room without telling Tang Xiaonian - if he went in now, there is no doubt that his mother Tang Xiaonian would come up to him immediately, Then you will doubt the origin and use of this cake. After all, Yang Chengchuan mentioned that today is Yang Xuan's birthday during dinner in the morning.

Where should I hide it? Tang Junhe stood at the door and looked around, searching for a place where the cake could be temporarily placed.

Turning his eyes, he saw Yang Xuan coming out of the elevator. Looking at each other, Tang Junhe instinctively hid the cake behind him.

Yang Xuan glanced at him, said nothing, took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, and was about to bend down to open the door, when Tang Junhe reached out and grabbed his wrist, and said in a low voice, "Brother, don't open the door yet."

Yang Xuan stopped and looked at him.

Only then did Tang Junhe slowly move the cake out from behind and hold it in his hands—obviously, with the size of the cake box, even if he didn't move it out, Yang Xuan had already seen the box of cake.

Yang Xuan stood up straight, looking at the box of cakes in his hand: "Give it to me?"

Tang Junhe nodded, looked a little embarrassed and said: "Well, but not now..."

Hearing this, Yang Xuan asked with a half-smile, "So...?"

"Brother, can you take it back for me first? I mean, it's still mine now, and it's just stored with you temporarily, and I'll give it to you later..." Tang Junhe explained incoherently, "However, if you If you want it now, I can give it to you now..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Xuan stretched out his hand, picked up the box of cakes in his arms, took a step back and said, "Come and open the door."