Quitting My Studies, ‘coz I Want to Date!

The winter vacation lasts a whole month, and the homework assigned by the teachers of each subject is too simple for the students in the top class, almost equal to no difficulty.

The sadness that was about to be separated was also washed away by this good news, anyway...A winter vacation time, the time that should have been gone was also gone, and the students could forget each other very much.

This time the final exam results came out a bit slow, and the sub-subject list was required to be handed in the next day.

Of course Yao Yi wants to choose science, but she still called her dad politely to talk about it.

Dad Yao was obviously silent for a long time before he sighed: "You are older, and I can't hold you down. But in the future, you can't just ignore the world just because you are focused on those messy numbers, and don't forget your mother and me. "

"Oh." Yao Yi is not surprised to hear her dad's specious words.

Since she was a child, her parents hadn't waited to see Yao Yi's good grades. They didn't want her to have a good mind. They always had to exercise her self-care ability and attitude towards others. It was as if there was some shadow in their hearts.

The sub-subject list was handed in, and the head teacher began to announce the winter vacation in the class. Even the top class, everyone is so excited to mention the vacation.

"Classes officially start on the 16th day of the first lunar month, which is the second day after the Lantern Festival. Cherish it, this will be the last winter vacation for you and me in three years." Lao Han said with sympathy and self-pity.

The students below laughed.

Lao Han then turned and became serious: "I know that some of my classmates will be uncomfortable, so I won't take them. But I looked at everyone's results, and all of you went to the first class, that is, Teacher Zhou Hui took it. I am very relieved of her. She is a very responsible teacher. She also asks her past students to rest assured. After you come back, you can concentrate on studying and don't think too much."

Some students who did not enter the top 50 of the 100 list have already started to bow their heads and wipe their tears. When they came in, they were all gods, but the competition was too cruel, especially this year.

A total of 20 people in Class 1 and Class 2 chose liberal arts, and the rest are basically a recombination of Class 1 and Class 2, plus people from other classes.

The second class number remains unchanged, and all others are reshuffled. A class will become the best class in liberal arts when it comes to the Lantern Festival.

"Now everyone don't think too much. When you return to school, the bulletin board will post the class list. You can find your class according to the above arrangement." Old Han asked a lot of people before letting them go.

"Walk around! Let's go out for a meal today!" Li Ge suggested happily.

"No, I still have something to do." Yao Yi refused first, "I'll make an appointment again during winter vacation."

"Winter vacation appointment!" Han Jiaojiao couldn't wait to raise his hands, "Let's go find Yao Yi to play."

Zhao Qian and Li Ge looked at each other and said in unison: "Yes!"

Han Jiaojiao poked Yao Yi: "One by one, are you in Lugu Mountain during your winter vacation?"

Although they are natives of Yan City, Lugu Mountain does not go often. I heard that it is particularly beautiful in winter, and there is a chance to see the rime, especially the unusual beauty of the sunrise, which is famous all over the world.

"Yes." Yao nodded. The house in Lugu Mountain was one of her parents' favorite houses. If they lived in Mayor Yan, they would definitely live in it.

"Then we will go to play with you and live in your house." Han Jiaojiao immediately laughed. The locals can go, but they basically won't live there.

"Okay." Yao Yi agreed, thinking that her parents would be very happy that her friend came to play at home.

Back to the bedroom, Yao Yi stood at the door and looked at the bedroom for a long time before dragging out the pink suitcase full of gray from the corner, wiping it clean, and putting a few pieces of clothes and all the mathematical theory books in. Then rolled the quilt, put the bag on, and stuffed it into the closet.

The mat on the bed was also rolled up. The rope tied at the beginning of school was still there. Yao picked it up and tied the mat.

Except for his hair a little longer, his clothes a little thicker, and his suitcase heavier, Yao Yi walked out of the school almost as if he came to No. 1 High School in the first place.

Yao Yi is very eye-catching, after all, no one in the winter will carry a summer mat.

It was only ten o'clock when the class disbanded today, and it was only eleven o'clock after Yao Yi finished packing. To save money, she got on the transit bus to Fengyang Road.

Because of too much stuff on her body, everyone on the bus was one meter away from her. Obviously there were a lot of people in the car, but a vacuum belt formed around her.

Yao Yi was very calm and didn't care about the strange look. He wondered how many exercise books his leather suitcase could hold later.

The homework that the school issued and the homework assigned by the teachers of various subjects is definitely not enough. It is not enough for Yao Yi to pass half a month. She has to buy more copies.

After several turns, Yao Yi just arrived at Fengyang Road.

The bookstore owner was shocked when he saw Yao Yi's appearance: "Are you trying to escape?"

"It's a holiday, and I need to take everything home." Yao Yi put down the summer mat and slammed it on the smooth floor of the bookstore with a bang.

"Bring even straw mats?" The bookstore owner has always known that Yao Yi's books are amazing, but she didn't expect her whole person to be amazing.

"This is called a summer mat, not a straw mat." Yao Yi seriously corrected the bookstore owner's words.

"It's a summer mat." The owner of the bookstore tacitly went to show Yao Yi a special workbook, and handed it to her.

Yao Yi took it with both hands, put the mat on the door, squatted down to open the suitcase, and stuffed it desperately.

The bookstore owner watched her series of actions, and suddenly asked, "asprey?"

"Huh?" Yao Yi was sweating profusely, not understanding what the bookstore owner said.

"Your suitcase belongs to Aspery. It's... spoiling things." The bookstore owner looked at the scratched suitcase spread out on the floor with pain.

"Really? I don't know what brand it is." Yao Yi tried his best to pressure the box, and finally closed the zipper.

In fact, she took this box out of the room where her mother specializes in storing leather bags. Yao Yi spent many years specializing in reselling things in Lugu Mountain. No matter how good the quality and the luxurious styles are dragged around all the year round, they can only be reduced to the "broken skin box" in the eyes of outsiders.

The bookstore owner watched Yao Yi pick up a bunch of messy things and walked out of the store, and couldn't help shaking his head: I really don't know what kind of parents can raise such a... simple child.

Yao Yi is pulling a broken box, and holding the rolling mat in his arms, his schoolbag is not new, and normal people feel like fleeing from famine.

At least in Fu Chuan's eyes there is no difference.

Fengyang Road has a good environment and few people. Sometimes Fu Chuan would walk down and walk aimlessly. Today, I didn't expect to meet Yao Yi who was going home on the road.

"Good afternoon, classmate Fu Chuan." Yao Yi also saw Fu Chuan, and the greeting was very formulaic, without even an extra interjection.

"...Good afternoon." Fu Chuan replied.

It is different from Yao Yi who is still wearing a fat school uniform. At this time, Fu Chuan was wearing a knitted sweater, his figure was more upright, his long hair tied up, and his handsome face was indifferent. The long black hair should be a little strange, but under Fu Chuan's unique temperament, it blends into a strange beauty.

"Well... see you next year." Yao Yichong smiled politely and Fu Chuan continued walking forward with his head buried.

Fu Chuan walked forward for a few minutes, and turned his head to find that Yao Yi was standing at a bus stop not far away. He should be waiting for a bus.

Fu Chuan is not a nosy person, let alone Yao Yi and he are not even friends.

It's just... staring at the people on the platform, Fu Chuan frowned, she looked a bit miserable.

Anyone who sees a girl with a big schoolbag on his back, heavy and worn-out luggage, and a rotten mat in his hand will subconsciously sympathize.

Yao stood on the spot looking at the platform for a long time before turning around and walking towards her.

"Hey, Fu Chuan, do you want to take the bus?" Yao Yi originally lowered his head to observe the cracks on the road. He couldn't help but raise his head to look at the people coming when he was blocked by the light.

"But the bus will take a long time. You should let your family take you off." Yao Yi knew that Fu Chuan was picked up and dropped off from school, thanks to Li Ge's daily gossip indoctrination.

Do you know that Class One has to stand here for a long time? Fu Chuan's eyes were unclear.

"Why don't you take a taxi back?" Since her parents can be neighbors with him in Lugushan, the family financial situation will never be bad.

Isn't she not loved by her parents? Fu Chuan looked down at the slender Yao Yi, with a slight suspicion in his heart.

Soon Fu Chuan rejected his idea. Last time he met Yao Yi and her parents, and it seemed that their relationship was very harmonious.

"I'll go back to Lugu Mountain, and it would be very expensive to take a taxi from here." Yao Yi has developed a thrifty habit since he was a child. Coupled with this year's book entrusted to his neighbors, he has insufficient funds.

Fu Chuan looked down at the time. It was already 2:30 in the afternoon. If a single bus goes there, it will take two or three hours to reach the foot of Lugu Mountain from here, and it will get dark early.

"Gu Gu -" Yao Yi's stomach suddenly heard a loud noise.

"..." Fu Chuan raised his eyes to Yao Yi, wondering what she was thinking all day long.

"I, didn't have time to eat at noon." Yao Yi pursed her lips, she was also a little embarrassed. Coming out in a hurry, I rushed over to buy the exercise book, and left lunch behind me.

What Fu Chuan wanted to say, he was silent again, and finally said, "I also want to move to Lugu Mountain. You can go with me by car."

Yao Yi raised his head and looked at Fu Chuan on the opposite side. He was stunned, thinking that he seemed to be waiting for the bus just now, and finally agreed happily.

"I forgot to take something, you are waiting here." Fu Chuan seemed to think of something, and said to Yao.

"Oh." Yao nodded, watching Fu Chuan walk to the other side.

Fu Chuan is indeed going to Lugu Mountain, but not today.

When he returned to the apartment, Uncle Li was called out. He heard Fu Chuan speak well and couldn't help asking: "The young master didn't mean to go next week, why?"

"Suddenly I don't want to stay here today." Fu Chuan said lightly, "In addition, I ran into a classmate just now, and she was walking with us."

"Huh?" Uncle Li looked at the young master who walked into the kitchen. He didn't think about the friend who happened upon him at all. He only wondered that the young master didn't like the apartment on Fengyang Road.

Fu Chuan asked the chef to pack a box of dim sum, carried it out by himself, then returned to the bedroom, carried a bag at will, and went downstairs with Uncle Li.

When he arrived near the bus station, Fu Chuan got off the bus and walked towards Yao.

"Let's go." Fu Chuan wanted to take the suitcase in her hand.

"You take this." Yao Yi looked at Fu Chuan sincerely, "This is light, my box is too heavy."

"..." In the end, the broken mat fell into Fu Chuan's hands, and it didn't match his whole person.

Uncle Li stopped by the road, waiting for the young master to bring his classmates over. He didn't expect to see his own young master holding the straw mat and a girl next to him.

Uncle Li subconsciously took a breath, his hands and feet were messed up.