On the morning of May 7th.

The outside of the window was still very quiet, with only the sound of a car honking.

After breakfast, Zhou Li picked up his bag and sat at the door to change his shoes. The door was wide open, and Huai Xu walked outside first and stood there.

Aunt Jiang walked from behind with a paper bag in her hand, looking down into the bag as if checking if she had brought everything.

What's wrong, Aunt Jiang

I fried some crispy meat for you and brought it to school for lunch

Crispy meat

Zhou Li took the paper bag and it was heavy. He could already smell a fragrance.

Jiang's fried crispy meat is usually made with pork tenderloin, which is pure lean. She doesn't like to use pork belly. After marinating, the meat is wrapped in starch and fried twice, making it crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Then evenly sprinkled with pepper powder. Zhou Li and Zhu Shuang both love to eat it.

He hesitated for a moment and then said, "But it's too troublesome to be so early. We still have enough to eat at school

What nutrients are there in the school food? There's no oil or water. "In fact, the food at Yancheng Middle School is okay, but Aunt Jiang thinks it's not nutritious." You consume so much every day now, and I heard online that some high school seniors get hungry in the third class of the morning. How can you do it if you're hungry and have nothing to eat

That doesn't need so much, does it

Zhou Li lowered his head again and saw a large glass food box filled to the brim, along with two boiled eggs, two boxes of milk, and a few biscuits. He estimated that he wouldn't be able to finish them all for lunch.

Aunt Jiang is very tactful: "It's okay if you can't finish eating, can you share it with your classmates

Okay, then I'll go

Slow down on the road

Hmm

Zhou Li went out and closed the door. The more he thought about it, the more wrong it became. He was sure that Aunt Jiang, Zhu Shuang, and even Old Zhou were ordinary people, otherwise he would have suspected that Aunt Jiang had prepared a copy for Huai Xu.

What's wrong? "Huai Xu asked.

It's nothing, Aunt Jiang has prepared a lot of food for me. I can't finish it, so you can have some first

That's so funny

While it's hot

Okay, okay, let me take a look, really, you can't even finish this little! "Huai Xu struggled.

When Zhou Li walked into the community, the crispy meat was already one-third less, and he was still holding an empty milk carton and a pile of eggshells in his hand.

Huai Xu smashed his mouth and said, "It's really delicious

Zhou Li nodded and said, "Aunt Jiang's crispy meat is just delicious

Can you do it

I won't

Not long after taking a few steps, he saw the two little demons again - they were still squatting under the peach tree, guarding the fruit, as if waiting for the green peaches to ripen every day.

The sky is brighter than a few days ago.

When she arrived at the classroom, Zhou Li was surprised to find that Nan Ge had already arrived. She was sleeping on the table, with a small tuft of silly hair standing forward.

Zhou Li walked over and sat down.

Perhaps startled by the sound of him pulling the chair, Nan turned his head towards Zhou Li and ran to the side that Zhou Li couldn't see. She muttered, "I smelled the smell of crispy meat

My aunt fried it for me, would you like to try it

Is it delicious? It smells so fragrant

Delicious

Then I'll taste it, "Nan stood up straight and saw Zhou Li take out the glass box from the paper bag. She said," My mom supervised me to memorize my essay last night and even took away my three phones. She woke me up early this morning, and now I feel like I don't have any strength all over... It's so hot

Just blown up, slow down, "Zhou Li habitually looked up.

Wow, it's really delicious

What time did you sleep

I don't know, I didn't look at my watch. "Nan Ge was full of energy at this moment.

You just need to go to bed early, "Zhou Li felt that Li Nan's current life was actually the daily routine of the majority of high school seniors.

How can you sleep without a phone

Just get used to it

Zhou Li crossed over Li Nan and looked outside. Huai Xu kept jumping and swaying by the pond, as if catching a bird or something. San Zheng stood next to him, curiously staring at him.

The cicadas chirped outside the window, but they were already very noisy before they could even make a sound.

The sound of reading gradually echoed in her ears, and the closest to Zhou Li was Nan Ge's random recitation of crooked poems, which were often seen on the internet and used by her to polish her skills.

Gently gather, slowly twist, wipe, and pick again, the Peng Gate is now open for you

Men should strive for self-improvement and have yellow stickers on their mirrors

There is a way in heaven, I won't walk. The sea of learning knows no bounds, and I have to endure hardships to build a boat

Suddenly, her voice stopped.

Zhou Li turned his head and saw that she was holding a slender neutral pen in her mouth, with her hands raised behind her head and her hair held up. This posture inevitably made the little girl's figure more prominent, although Nan Ge's upper body was not very attractive.

Suddenly, she quickly withdrew one hand, took out the pen from her mouth, and inserted it into her hair behind her head, completing a high school version of her hair bun.

Zhou Li thinks it's so magical.

What are you looking at? "Nan turned his head, and a few strands of hair emerged restlessly, landing on her clean and white neck.

It's nothing

Hurry up and recite your book, it's been half an hour

Mmm, good

That's better than your random thoughts.

Time passes day by day in such mundane and boring trivialities. Strangely, even though we have been suffering every day, when we look back after it, we feel that it has passed very quickly.

In the blink of an eye, only the last week of high school is left.

For almost a month, Zhou Li watched helplessly as Nan Ge withered away——

Previously, Nan Ge was a carefree little flower who freely entered and exited the school gate every day without being stopped by security guards. However, now she has been devastated by her English teacher and her mother.

The atmosphere in the classroom has noticeably become much more dull, and now students are studying hard except for eating and going to the bathroom once. Brushing questions, asking teachers, and asking classmates greatly reduced the frequency of Wu Yuanliang's backward gaze.

In the last ten minutes before school, Zhao's mother stood on the stage and looked down, saying earnestly, "Only the last few days are left. Everyone, calm down and work hard

After Zhao's mother left, a girl stood up in front of Zhou Li and turned around to shout to everyone, "The last week is for our Wu Yan group to sweep the floor. Since there are only a few days left, there will be no rounds. The day after tomorrow, everyone come and sweep it earlier and clean it up. Then whoever comes earlier can pick up the obvious garbage in the classroom when no one is around

Zhou Li reminded Li Nan next to him, "He will come to our group to sweep the floor again the day after tomorrow

After finishing packing his things with a weak aura, Nan put on his bag and said, "I've been coming early these past few days

Zhou Li nodded.

This grouping is based on seats and was originally mainly used for studying, checking homework, memorizing texts, and sweeping. Now it has almost completely become a sweeping grouping. Li Nan used to not sit here. She was in the endurance group, but because she couldn't bear the boredom of studying, she always had to talk to Jiang Han, so she was transferred to the side of Zhou Li and naturally belonged to the Wuyan group. At first, she often pretended to be ignorant. When she was supposed to sweep the floor, she insisted that she was from the endurance group. When she was supposed to sweep the floor from the endurance group, she said that she had now been transferred to the endurance group, and everyone had no way to deal with her.

Fortunately, in the third year of high school, only the classroom was cleaned and there were not many people left.