forward to cooperating." Zhu Yu'an replied calmly. Judging from Shao Hui's tone, he should also know Yi Muyang's approximate location. This matter couldn't be concealed from Ting Lan, so he told her t...The words once written on the last page of her notebook explained that she understood.
This semester, Zhu Yu'an has figured out that a good girl like Tinglan wouldn't respond to him in high school. Her goal is very clear, and her main task is to study hard.
What he likes is his own business, and he will also make an effort to restrain himself and not disturb her studies. After all, there is still a long road ahead in life, so there's no need to rush.
However, while waiting for the flowers to bloom, he dared not be careless. He needed to plant a seed in her heart and nurture it slowly, providing nourishment from time to time. At the very least, he had to make sure she understood his feelings.
So he chose this subtle way, choosing a way only she could understand to silently confess and guard her.
She is becoming better, and he is also trying his best to become better. Besides his studies, he keeps learning and developing his own interests and hobbies.
The only Friday he missed doing the program that year was June 29th. He was abroad, queuing all night on unfamiliar streets in a foreign country to buy the latest released phone.
That was the fervent dream of youth. Having seen introductions to the product in some magazines, he knew its arrival would bring about a revolutionary change in people's lives.
A youth's passion for love and dreams are the same, burning fiercely within him whenever he thinks of them.
Crossing thousands of miles, lining up all night to buy back a phone from overseas, Lu Ku thought he would lock it in the cabinet and worship it like a treasure. As a result, after Zhuo Yu'an researched its various functions and software for a week, he calmly disassembled the phone.
A pile of spare parts lay on the table, Lu Kuo was heartbroken.
"Don't give it to me!"
He replied calmly, "Wait until I research and assemble it, then I'll send it to you."
Like a Frankenstein's monster.
It was also that day that Lu Kuo sincerely said, "Zhuo YUAN, you will surely realize your dreams in the future."
"I know."
Such confidence took Lu Kuo aback. But seeing the light in his eyes, Lu Kuo also reflected on himself for the first time. Compared to Zhuo Yu'an, he seemed to have no goals in life and no passions. Could it be that he should also strive and work hard
but what he said when he opened his mouth was:
"When you become successful in the future, brother, I'll rely on you to support me."
Zhuo Yuan was really heartless, not knowing what a joke was. He assembled his phone while seriously answering, "I'll only raise a wife and children in the future."
As soon as he said that, his hand trembled holding the chisel because the first face that flashed in his mind was Shu Tinglan's. His heart skipped a beat.
Honey
Before this, he had never even considered it. What high school student would think about this
But once the thought popped into his head, it took shape, becoming inexplicably certain that it was her. His ears flushed red again.
Lu Kuo looked through him: "Just chatting casually, you can even think of inappropriate pictures for children"
"Get out!" Zhu YUAN said tersely.
Tell him to scram, but he won't budge: "I'm waiting for you to be well so you can send me my phone. You can think whatever you want, anyway, I can't see it, go ahead and think."
Zuo Yu'an really thought about it for a while and then asked him, "Are you sure you're going to take humanities or science next semester"
Lu Ku directly answered: "I majored in liberal arts, you should..."
Not interested Listen to Lan Bao's humanities.
"She chose literature" Zhuo Y uan paused his actions, a little surprised. Because from the high school first year grades, she wasn't worse at science than literature.
Lu Kuo gave him a positive answer.
Tinglan did indeed apply for the humanities stream. For this, she even had a fight with her parents. It was the first time that the always obedient girl stood so firmly behind her own choice.
Mom didn't have many opinions, just that she suggested she study STEM subjects. That way, she'd have more professional choices when applying to universities and a wider range of job options in the future.
On the contrary, it was her father who insisted that she study science. He even went so far as to find out her exam scores from the first and second terms of high school and helped her analyze her direction.
"Look, you always score a bit higher in math and science than in humanities. So studying STEM is definitely your strength."
Mom also chimed in, saying, "Your dad is right. In terms of physics, you really opened up after high school and now you're learning very well."
Tinglan: "You only see my scores in science subjects, but you don't see how much effort I put in behind the scenes. I don't like physics, I even hate physics."
She knew she wasn't truly understanding the material. This semester, she had relied on cramming and memorizing solutions to every type of problem. She would then try to apply those patterns during exams to barely scrape by with high scores.
She doesn't like physics at all.
"Lanlan, no one's high score is achieved by chance. It takes relentless effort. Even many people, even if they try hard, may not achieve a high score, which means you have the talent in this area."
Tinglan: "No matter what you say, I won't go to the science class."
She didn't want to say any more, and locked herself in her room.
裡。
In the second year of high school, students will be divided into arts and science classes. The school will merge classes 2 and 3 to form the arts and science classes.
As far as she knew, Wen Jian and Zhuo Yu'an had both reported to science classes. If she also reported to science, she would inevitably be in the same class as them. She didn't want to be compared to Wen Jian again, in any aspect.
Moreover, she has a preference for the humanities herself, so this time, her attitude is very firm.
In the end, parents had no choice but to give in to her.
After entering high school sophomore year, Tinglan seemed to truly begin adapting to high school life. She was no longer so chaotic and troubled, no longer feeling so oppressed and pained. In the humanities class, she thrived and adapted very well.
And many things, once truly let go of, she emanates a joyful and confident light from within and out.
The campus radio, like clockwork every afternoon after school lets out, would always arrive. Most of the time she wouldn't really listen to it. The music was more like a background soundtrack for the campus, just like the sunset glow in the sky, there every day, and if nothing special happened, she wouldn't pay it any particular attention.
Only on Friday, because she couldn't figure out a math problem and had to ask the teacher after class, she was a little late leaving. That's when she heard a familiar voice coming from the radio.
"This song "Love Transfer" is for you."
That was a song that swept across the country, familiar to everyone.
...
Love keeps traveling, heading towards forever.
How brave you need to be >
To transfer the warmth of one person to another's chest.
...
Eason Chan's deep and soulful voice permeated the entire campus. Listenlan couldn't help but stop and listen, only to realize that she had been silently weeping at some point.
...I haven't heard this song before, she can even play it and sing it, only now...
The weather outside is particularly melancholy, unusually so.nishing the exams, Lan felt a little unsure of herself. She thought she might have gotten two questions wrong. While looking through her book for answers, she suddenly remembered that there seemed to...