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Chapter 50 "Not changing for now."

On December [-]th, Friday, when Fang Wenze came to school, the thick layer of plaster was finally gone on his leg.

He finally lost his crutches, but he was still not very agile in walking, moving forward slowly and bit by bit.

Song Boyang arrived at the classroom before Fang Wenze, and he quickly noticed Fang Wenze's leg, "You have removed the plaster cast, congratulations."

Fang Wenze grinned slowly, using his usual two words that almost became mantras, "Thank you."

He said, "Thank you for bringing me meals this month."

The bell for the morning reading class rang very quickly, and the brisk songs were covered by the intertwined readings of the students, and the classroom was soon full of noise.

Because the class was filled with the sound of morning reading, Song Boyang didn't hear the sound of high heels, and didn't realize her arrival until Sun Huiyun stood in front of the two of them.

Sun Huiyun: "You two come to my office."

Song Boyang was startled, "Teacher, are you going now?"

Sun Huiyun nodded.

So the two left with Sun Huiyun through the back door of the classroom in full view.

It was almost mid-December, the weather was already horribly cold, and the heater was turned on in the office. They rushed forward and surrounded the two of them, but the coercion brought by the teacher's power was always there.

This feeling is more obvious in Fang Wenze, because he is an omega who is often in a weak position, and he doesn't know whether it is coercion or pheromone suppression, and he is uncomfortable anyway.

"I asked you two to come to the office to talk about something."

Song Boyang nodded, already had a premonition in his heart, maybe it had something to do with the seat.

But Sun Huiyun first asked Fang Wenze in a concerned tone: "How is your leg?"

Fang Wenze replied immediately: "Basically it's healed, and I can walk."

"You can't go to physical education yet, can you?"

"Probably not yet."

"Then your physical education class this week and next week will stay in the class to recuperate."

"Ah."

The subject changed again, and Sun Huiyun continued: "I'm still very grateful to Song Boyang for helping Fang Wenze bring meals this month. I know this matter is very troublesome, and Song Boyang has to run an extra flight of stairs."

It was rare to hear the word "thank you" from Sun Huiyun, and Song Boyang felt both strange and flattered.

Fang Wenze whispered from the side: "There is also Zhou Chiyu...he also helped me bring meals for me several times..." Turning his gaze to Song Boyang, "I really thank you all..."

Song Boyang: "You're welcome."

He kept watching Sun Huiyun's reaction as he spoke.

After all, Sun Huiyun could thank herself for Fang Wenze, so would she also thank Zhou Chiyu for that?

It turns out that Song Boyang was thinking too much——

Sun Huiyun turned a deaf ear to this sentence, she continued: "Now, there is a question about the seat."

Fang Wenze immediately stated, "If Song Boyang wants to change back, then go back. I am very grateful that he can help me this month."

Sun Huiyun nodded lightly, expressing her agreement, "So, the choice is in Song Boyang's hands."

But she didn't ask Song Boyang immediately, but told Fang Wenze, "Go back first."

After finishing speaking, she asked again with concern: "Can you walk back alone? Do you want me to find someone to take you back?"

Fang Wenze shook his head quickly, "No need, no need. Thank you teacher, I can do it by myself."

The office door was pushed open, and then gently closed again.

So only Song Boyang was left to face Sun Huiyun alone.

"I want to tell you something." Sun Huiyun said.

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In physical education class, Song Jiang went to play badminton as usual on Wednesday, and he was sweating profusely when he came back.

Zhou Chiyu took a step ahead because of urgency.

On the way from the stadium to the classroom, only Song Boyang and Jiang Jun were left wandering slowly, gradually falling to the end of the team.

Song Boyang turned his head and glanced behind him, and found that there were no students from Class [-], Grade [-], so he asked, "Walking so slowly, will it be too late for class?"

"Never mind him." Jiang Jun smashed the can, "Anyway, I can't run anymore."

Song Boyang smiled, "All right."

Jiang Jun over there began to sigh again, "I sweat so much, I have to take a good shower when I go back."

Song Boyang agreed, "Me too."

Then it's about talking about some very fragmented topics.

When he was about to reach the door of the classroom, Jiang Jun suddenly remembered a big event, "By the way, Brother Song, will your seat be changed back next Monday?"

Song Boyang's footsteps paused for a second, and he was distracted for a rare moment.

"Hey, I'm talking to you." Jiang Jun stretched out his hand and waved in front of Song Boyang's eyes, "Answer me quickly, don't be distracted."

Song Boyang's somewhat empty eyes slowly focused, and he silently glanced at Jiang Jun, but he still didn't say anything.

Jiang Jun continued to ask loudly in Song Baiyang's ear——

"is not it?"

"Is it true?"

"why do not you talk?"

Song Boyang pursed his lips, glanced at Jiang Jun again, and then slowly uttered a few words, "Not changing for the time being."

"why?"

After a while, Jun Jiang's voice raised his voice, "I see, it was Sun Huiyun who forced you and Fang Wenze, right! I knew she would do such a thing! Why! When changing, Fang Wenze's legs were inconvenient, Asking you, the squad leader, to help him and come back when his legs are healed, and now he is going back on his word and asking you to continue to be at the same table with him is unreasonable!"

After the yelling, Mr. Jiang realized that there was no response from the other side.

Look at each other.

Inexplicably, the two of them had a strange moment of silence.

Song Boyang lowered his eyes, but still broke the silence, "She didn't force me."

"what?"

"Sun Huiyun didn't force me."

Jiang Jun turned to stare at the other party and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I chose to stay."

"Why?!" Jiang Jun asked.

Song Boyang's lips fluttered, and he finally sighed, "I'm sorry, I can't tell you."

Jiang Jun's voice was a little higher, "Why can't you tell me?"

"I'm sorry—" Song Boyang struggled, as if he wanted to say something else.

The school bell rang again.

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After the third period, Jun Jiang bumped into Zhou Chiyu in the corridor outside the classroom, and the former grabbed the latter.

Jiang Jun frowned, "Do you know why Song Boyang chose to continue to be at the same table with Fang Wenze?"

Zhou Chiyu was stunned for a moment, "What?"

"Didn't Fang Wenze remove the plaster cast today? I asked Song Boyang if the seat will be replaced next week? He said no."

Jun Jiang took a deep breath and continued, "I thought Sun Huiyun forced him to not change him, but he said he chose not to change it."

Zhou Chiyu frowned slightly upon hearing this, "Why?"

"I asked him that too, and he said he couldn't tell." Jiang Jun took another deep breath, "So let me ask you, to see if you know the inside story of this matter?"

Zhou Chiyu was silent for a while, then slowly shook his head, "I don't know about it at all."

Jiang Jun wrinkled his whole face in pain, "What's the matter with Song Boyang? Have a relationship with Fang Wenze? Can't bear to change?"

Zhou Chiyu didn't speak, but his eyes darkened when he heard a certain keyword.

Jiang Jun was still complaining in his ear, "I can't figure it out at all? Why don't you suddenly want to change it back? What is the reason why you can't say it mysteriously?"

"I don't know either." Zhou Chiyu left without saying a word.

The last class in the afternoon is Sun Huiyun's class.

In class, she analyzed the results of the joint entrance examination a few days ago. The process was nothing more than making an overall evaluation first, and then individually commenting on individuals. When evaluating, she was nothing more than omitting Zhou Chiyu, who was the first in the class, and the other party, Wenze Dakuat boast.

Zhou Chiyu felt that his ears were almost hearing cocoons, so he just picked up a Chinese book and started to memorize it without listening to a few words.

However, Sun Huiyun's voice reached Zhou Chiyu's ears relentlessly. Zhou Chiyu's strong anti-interference ability in the past did not know why it has repeatedly failed and failed repeatedly today——

"In order to praise the students with excellent grades in this joint examination, the school asked the head teacher of each class to choose ten excellent papers, print them out, and post them on the bulletin board downstairs in the teaching building. You can see who the students with good grades are. How to write the questions, how to answer the questions, how to write the layout..."

Zhou Chiyu closed the Chinese document in front of him expressionlessly.

If you can't carry it on, you should just be in a daze.

After finally getting out of class, Zhou Chiyu quickly packed his schoolbag, threw it on his back, and said to his deskmate, "Excuse me."

Then squeeze through the narrow aisle formed by two rows of tables.

The moment he walked out of the teaching building, Zhou Chiyu inexplicably remembered a certain sentence Sun Huiyun said in class.

Temporarily changing the plan, Zhou Chiyu walked towards the bulletin board for the second grade of high school standing on the side of the green lawn, about 20 meters away from the teaching building, diagonally opposite the stairs.

Zhou Chiyu took a closer look, and soon found the page belonging to Class [-], Grade [-].

There are ten people in total, and each person has a two-inch photo on the left, and the corresponding answer sheet on the right.

From the beginning to the end, I really didn't have myself.

Although the total score is the first in the grade, but he does not have himself.

Thinking of this, Zhou Chiyu smiled sarcastically.

But soon, the smile slowly faded away and disappeared without a trace, as if it never existed before.

Because Zhou Chiyu suddenly discovered that Song Boyang was ranked sixth, the first one after the new line, and Fang Wenze was already ranked first, the first one in the first line. Next to each other, like their seats.

No.1 originally belonged to me, but was taken away by Fang Wenze.

Now Song Boyang seems to be taken away by Fang Wenze.

Why?

He did nothing wrong.

Suddenly, bean-sized raindrops fell from the gray sky at the same time, and a few drops were hung by the wind to the tip of Zhou Chiyu's shoes, staining a deeper color.

It's raining.

Zhou Chiyu turned around silently.

Looking down, I saw that the colored stone bricks had been smashed by raindrops one after another oval shape with lower brightness than the original color.

He has always hated the rain.

I hate when the rain hat can't stop the rain that is slanted by the wind when I go home, and it blurs the glasses he must wear when riding a battery car. I hate the wheels running over the water on the road. weather.

"Zhouchiyu."

Someone was holding an umbrella and waving at him, greeting him from a distance.

"Have you brought an umbrella?"

You don't need to look up to know it's Song Boyang.

But Zhou Chiyu still raised his head, and in his sight, Shan and Song Boyang were standing together in the rain curtain.

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