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Chapter 31 Qualitative Change
The surroundings are silent, except for the sound of the wind.
The kittens who used to sleep on the eaves all got into the owner's house to keep warm, and now they couldn't hear their meowing.
Because of the mindless running just now, Xia Zhuo's chest heaved and panted unevenly, as if some kind of consciousness had been quietly awakened in the ambiguous atmosphere, and his heartbeat didn't seem to be entirely due to running.
Xia Zhuo looked at him, silent for a few seconds, then shook his head lightly, "You won't."
She just believed him.
He is not someone else, he is Lu Fenghe, she is not sure what other people's intentions are, but she knows that Lu Fenghe will not.
Lu Fenghe could see the innocence in her eyes, she really believed him.
Threats don't work.
The corners of Lu Fenghe's mouth deepened, and he nodded his chin, "I'm kind, but others may not."
He stepped back and opened up some distance. This girl is not good enough, so he really can't do anything about it.
I can't really do anything to her.
Lu Fenghe glanced at her, and lazily said, "Let's go."
It's only two or three hundred meters back to Tongzilou from here, Xia Zhuo trotted a few steps to keep up with him, he didn't speak, his face was cold like the cold-faced killer in the movie ten steps to kill one person.
If someone came to meet him in the alley at this time, he would probably think that he was the gloomy villain.
Xia Zhuo wanted to find a topic, and happened to have something to ask, "Lu Fenghe, are you serious about taking the university Yu exam today?"
Lu Fenghe glanced at her indifferently, with a helpless expression.
You coax me up and down, Squad Leader Xia, don't you see that I have written the word "unhappy" all over my face?
After a moment of silence, he said, "Seriously."
The tone was still very light, but it was obvious that he couldn't hold back anymore.
The two of them walked a few more steps, but no one coaxed them, so Lu Fenghe had to smooth out his hair, "Xia Zhuo, you will die if you reply me a message on the phone. I listened to Chen Chaoyang talking about today's Dharma all night, and I was really worried."you."
He knows that he has a bad temper, and sometimes he has a young master's disease. He is used to it by his parents. Since he was a child, he has been coaxed by others when he is unhappy. Even if Lu Yuanjiang slapped him last time, he finally apologized to him.
No matter how big things he exposes, there will always be someone who will cover him up. He has an absolute sense of security.
Also because of this, he lives a little too selfishly, he can do whatever he wants, and sometimes he accidentally ignores other people's feelings.
He never cares about what others think of him, let alone worry about others, and his emotions are rarely affected by others.
He always comes first in his heart.
But it seems that since the beginning of the year, this state of mind has quietly changed. Almost all the sources of his emotions come from her.
Xia University squad leader.
Listening to Chen Chaoyang's stories about those girls who lost their footing at night, and suddenly he couldn't find her, that kind of emotion called "worry" appeared in him very rarely, took root and sprouted, and intensified.
After sending a few messages in succession, he put on a coat and went out, facing the cold wind, waiting on the messiest street.
Xia Zhuo took out his mobile phone from his pocket and looked at the seven or eight messages he sent on it.
And "I'm waiting for my dad" from her side, preceded by a red exclamation mark.
Failed to send.
At that time, Xia Zhuo was waiting for Xia Jianjun at the door of the house. When she saw Lu Fenghe's message, she had just finished typing half a sentence when Xia Jianjun arrived. She casually sent the half sentence, put the phone back in her pocket and thought about returning to him later, but went back to the houseI searched for something, and when came out, forgot about it.
Xia Zhuo slowly raised the phone and whispered, "I'm back, but the internet is not good."
He glanced at the screen, then looked away and said, "You're lucky."
With some helplessness in his voice, he slightly raised his hand, his knuckles slightly bent, and tapped her forehead resentfully.
"Xia Zhuo, don't let me not find you next time."
Before going out, Chen Chaoyang asked him to help bring a piece of bread, or anything else, because he was not full and hungry at night.
As a result, Chen Chaoyang was drowsy after waiting, looking forward to the stars and the moon was like looking forward to his return, but he saw that he was empty-handed.
"Where are my things?" Chen Chaoyang asked without hope.
"Forgot." After he mentioned it, Lu Fenghe remembered, and turned around as soon as he entered the door, "I'll go down and buy."
Chen Chaoyang waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it's too late, why have you been here for so long?"
"What do you want to send to me on your phone? I'm hungry too." Lu didn't stop walking, and didn't say a word about what he was doing.
Chen Chaoyang said, "Ice cream, the most expensive kind."
Lu Fenghe closed the door, this sloppy eye was successfully fooled.
Since Xia Zhuo confirmed to him that day that he wanted to take the university Yu exam, she seriously made a detailed study plan for Lu.
Including endorsement and brushing questions, every day's schedule is fully arranged.
The next day, Lu Fenghe got those schedules and looked at them from top to bottom, thinking that even animals wouldn't dare to do that.
But when looking at Xia Zhuo, he changed his euphemism, "Are you serious?"
Xia Zhuo's eyes were more serious than his actions, and he asked him sincerely, "Didn't you say that you want to take the university Yu exam?"
"Yes." He smiled suddenly, collected the few pieces of paper, and pressed them under the book.
Young Master Lu, you have to start getting serious.
Qin Jue, who is suspected of being "Wan Wan Leiqing" in literature, did come to Xia Zhuo to ask questions. Liberal arts students don't have much to ask, and they should ask more about mathematics.
Coincidentally, Lu Fenghe still bumps into her every time.
He would always take this job for Xia Zhuo, saying, "Student, come find me next time."
Although his total score is probably not as high as Qin Jue's, but in the subject of mathematics, he really can't fault him.
Qin Jue was convinced, and after asking several times, few people came.
Lu Fenghe looked down on him even more now, so he wouldn't ask about it if he was a different man.
I don't know if it's for seeing her happy, or for his uncertain future, during this time Lu Fenghe really followed the plan given by Xia Zhuo and seriously implemented it.
In the evening, Chen Chaoyang lived with him, so he seldom talked nonsense.
Because every time Chen Chaoyang raised his head, Young Master Lu always had a look of irritability that he couldn't memorize the book. Although he stumbled, he never cut corners for a day.
Lu Fenghe has always been like this, he will do what he promised.
That night at the alley, Xia Zhuo seemed to be suffering from a strange disease, a disease that "likes watching Lu Fenghe very much".
When Lu Fenghe first transferred to the class, many people said that he was so handsome. Xia Zhuo saw his face was painted and the band-aid was wrinkled.
Even a little gloomy.
She can't escape the law of Zhenxiang, and recently her eyes are always attracted to him from time to time.
Sometimes saw him walking with Chen Chaoyang after class. His school uniform was always well-groomed, and he could be used as a template for his school appearance when photographed, but the careless laziness on his body permeated from the bones of a young man.
His back is tall and thin, his steps are loose, and the schoolbag on his shoulders is always light, as if he doesn't put anything in it.
Chen Chaoyang sometimes hangs his arms on his shoulders, and when he's in a good mood he doesn't say anything, and when he's in a bad mood, he slaps them off mercilessly.
Xia Zhuo watched a lot of people, and would occasionally be spotted. Lu Fenghe was writing things down in his notebook, and without stopping, he suddenly asked, "What are you looking at?"
"You look so good-looking."
This is the truth.
The pen in Lu Fenghe's hand stopped, and he coughed uncomfortably.
From Xia Zhuo's point of view, he saw that his side face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
She seemed to find this phenomenon strange, and moved closer, "Lu Fenghe, you are blushing."
He became more and more uncomfortable. As soon as Xia Zhuo approached, he felt that half of his body became stiff for a moment, and his face became hotter.
Lu Fenghe, when did you become so thin-skinned?
something is wrong with you.
In front, Chen Chaoyang's ears seemed to grow on the back of his head, and he wanted to join in the fun at any time. He turned around to see his expression, was stunned, and directly touched his forehead with his hands, "Why is your face so red, do you have a fever again?.”
Lu Fenghe lightly raised his eyes to look at him, pretending to calmly slap his hands away, "No, it's too hot."
Seeing that he was fine, Chen Chaoyang said "oh", and turned back again. She looked at it and didn't say anything, just sat quietly and wrote a few questions.
After more than ten minutes, Xia Zhuo's illness of "like to watch Lu Fenghe" fell again. He unconsciously glanced this way, and sighed, "Why is your face still so red?"
Even if there is something wrong with him, he will not say a word. Last time he was hit by Qin Jue's bicycle, he didn't say anything. Xia Zhuo was not at the scene of the accident, and it was a bicycle that didn't do much damage. She defaulted to it as lightJust a touch.
Later, heard from Chen Chaoyang that Lu Fenghe had a big bruise on his waist, and the skin was torn.
Just now Chen Zhaoyang raised his mouth like that, Xia Zhuo was also a little suspicious, if he really had a fever, he wouldn't say it.
The girl's eyes are very big, especially when she looks at people, her eyes are sincere, and there are fragments of light shining in them.
Lu Fenghe looks like Lin Daiyu's upper body today, and he doesn't know why he is so shy, the most he has heard is that others praise him for his good looks, but when these words come out of Xia Zhuo's mouth, his taste changes.
At the moment, his ears are hot, but he is still copying things like a dog. After all, he is talking small talk in the evening self-study. Xia Zhuo can't be too loud, so he leans closer and asks, "Hey, is your waist healed?"
Lu Fenghe's knuckles holding the pen holder were slightly retracted, and she was almost unable to pretend anymore, so how did she know if someone's waist was really alright?
On the surface, he still had that reserved and dignified appearance, as if he glanced at her inadvertently, and said in a low voice.
"very good."
The weather in Dong Jiang is getting warmer, and some trees in the campus are sprouting leaves, and the green buds are sprouting up in a certain morning, and now it is really spring.
A new banner was hung on the top of the blackboard, so that people could see it as soon as they raised their eyes. Even if they were drowsy in the afternoon, seeing the inspiring slogan would temporarily fill their blood.
In the lower right corner of the blackboard, the countdown to the college entrance examination, which is updated daily by the students on duty, is decreasing day by day. They are buried in their books, only knowing that the college entrance examination is approaching, but they ignore that after the college entrance examination, the separation is imminent.
On the day when the one-model exam was over, Lu Fenghe felt that he did well in the exam. When he came back to work and saw Xia Zhuo was on duty, he might be in a good mood, or he might suddenly have a sudden whim, a little tricky, and called her out, "Xia Zhuoshining."
There are three or five people around who are answering each other, and his voice is not low at all.
I'm afraid people can't hear the same.
Xia Zhuo turned back to look at him, and then looked at those who answered correctly, but fortunately, those who answered correctly did not pay attention to this side at all.
Lu Fenghe walked over slowly, stood beside her and called again, "Xia Zhuozhuo."
The lazy accent is superimposed on the last words, which is inexplicably confusing.
His tone was very slow, as if he was savoring the charming charm of these three words, but he couldn't taste it, except that it was disgusting, Lu Fenghe asked directly, "Do you like it when I call you that?"
"I don't like it." Don't bark next time.
Xia Zhuo was serious about sweeping the floor, but he seemed to be deliberately making trouble. Wherever she went, he followed her lingeringly, "Then why did Qin Jue call you Xia Zhuozhuo?"
Xia Zhuo held the broom and negotiated terms with him, "You just wait and let me finish sweeping the floor, and I'll tell you."
"Success." He put his hands in his pockets and stood still leaning against a table.
Xia Zhuo sighed silently, how could this person be so childish.
Primary school students?
Without him making trouble, Xia Zhuo quickly finished sweeping. When he went downstairs to take out the trash, Lu Fenghe took the trash can, as if he was afraid that she would forget, "You can tell me now."
Xia Zhuo saw him carrying the trash can with one hand, and went downstairs eloquently, she said frankly, "The list was wrongly written in the report in the freshman year of high school, and all the things related to the name after I entered the class were wrong., there is one more word, Xia Zhuo Zhuo, I didn’t know each other when I was in high school, and many people called me Xia Zhuo Zhuo.”
"The teacher didn't know it at first, so he called it that way. Some people even got used to it and couldn't change it."
Qin Jue belongs to the one who is so used to it that he can't change it.
When they arrived at the place where the garbage was put out downstairs, Lu Fenghe went over to take out the garbage, and asked inexplicably, "Then how did you and Qin Jue know each other?"
Is it because he looks a bit like me?
It was too narcissistic for him to say it.
"People in the same class have sat at the same table, so we know each other naturally."
Xia Zhuo didn't understand why he was so curious about Qin Jue all of a sudden.
He was carrying a trash can. This kind of unattractive thing in his hands did not affect his personal temperament in the slightest. After a few detours, he asked directly, "Do you think I resemble him?"
Xia Zhuo looked at him, carefully traced the young man's handsome eyebrows and eyes, thoughtfully, "It seems, it does look a bit like you, a bit like you before, but not now."
Her expression was ignorant, and Lu Fenghe instantly accepted the thoughts of "Wan Wan Lei Qing".
He tilted his head and coughed dryly, feeling a little ashamed of what he had just thought.
Don't be too narcissistic in life.
On the day when the grades came out, Xia Zhuo was more worried than himself, as if she had hope, she looked at the grade sheet from top to bottom.
But along the way, saw him near the end.
531 points, 36th in class, Lu Fenghe.
The scores of all subjects are similar to last time, 148 in mathematics, two points less than last time.
The plan she made for Lu Fenghe can't be wrong, she has to improve it somewhat, maybe seven or eight points.
But in terms of scores, he only had one point more than last time.
As soon as the results came out, Xia Zhuo, Lu Fenghe and Chen Chaoyang were silent at the same time, and they both felt that it should not be done. Lu Fenghe did memorize a lot seriously, and wrote down everything that should be copied and memorized, but with little effect, can be said to be negligible.
Xia Zhuo looked at Lu Fenghe staring at the papers with a depressed expression, and comforted him, "Maybe the time is too short, wait for the second model, and there will be improvement."
Quantitative change leads to qualitative change, hard work will not lie.
Lu Fenghe couldn't figure out why, so he could only think about it first, blamed the short time, and continued to follow the original plan, conscientiously, this was the first time he was willing to put in so much effort for something.
Ms. Song would be very pleased if she found out.
It was probably some kind of telepathy. Ms. Song, whom I hadn’t seen for a long time, went to Tongzilou that night, carrying two insulated boxes in her hands, put them on the table when she entered the door, and said, “I heard that you have been studying very hard recently. I made some food at home..”
Yang Zhao likes to post everything to the parent group, probably because he posted some inspiring chicken soup, which Ms. Song saw.
Ms. Song is different from others. Other parents are eager to encourage their children to work harder, but Ms. Song only gives him food and drink, and then says, "Take a break when you are tired. Parents don't ask for that. It doesn't matter if you do well in the exam or not.", don't tire yourself out."
He had been living his life before, and he had never felt that time passed so quickly. One month seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.
When the results of the second model came out, Lu Fenghe was not in the class, Xia Zhuo squeezed into the crowd to look at the score, she didn't even bother to look at her own, and looked for Lu Fenghe in the list, expecting his efforts to be rewarded, but at the same time worriedIf it was the same as last time, would student Lu, who has been titled a "genius" for many years, feel deeply shocked?
She looked down nervously and carefully, for fear of missing his name, her gaze finally fell on the three words Lu Fenghe. This time his ranking remained the same, and his score rose a little, with a class score of 36,540.
Lu Fenghe happened to come in from the front door of the classroom, saw Xia Zhuo was here, so he came over to take a look.
He first glanced at Xia Zhuo, who was always number one, his score was still far ahead in this class, he looked down, and found himself in that quite back position, and his score that hadn't changed much.
Last time he could use the tight time as an excuse, but this time it was a real month, he did everything he thought he could do, and now the score is so mercilessly in front of him.
He suddenly realized.
Maybe it was really too late and he couldn't catch up.