Dear Mr Sheep

The last class on Friday afternoon was self-study, and there were less than half of the girls in the senior rocket class. Lumian does not follow stars, and rarely watches TV dramas and variety shows. She can count all the famous stars in the entertainment industry on one hand, so it is hard to understand their behavior of skipping the self-study class and going to see the stars. Students, two months before the college entrance examination, shouldn't you immerse yourself in the sea of questions? ! Lu Mian shook his head and sighed, his eyes fell on a big question on the paper, and he began to write the steps to solve the problem. Today, walking in any corner of the school, you can hear the enthusiastic discussion of the students. A production crew will come to the school to shoot, I heard that the male lead is the most popular star recently. I don't know how red cotton is, and it's none of her business. The crew came to the school in the morning, and in order not to disturb the students' normal classes, they used the laboratory building as the main shooting site. The girls in the first and second years of high school used the break time to run over to see, their senior year is more miserable, yesterday and today are having the monthly test once a month. They just finished their last English exam twenty minutes ago. There was no teacher in the class for this self-study class. The teachers were all busy marking papers in the office. The representatives of each subject brought the reference answers of the monthly exam and distributed them to the students for them to answer. It's been like that on every monthly test lately. Because the time before the college entrance examination is very short, it is impossible to explain every question in detail, so the students check the answers and count the most wrong questions by the class representative, and then report to the teacher, who will focus on the class. We used to sit in class and evaluate answers, evaluate grades, and talk about mistakes. However, this time, while the teacher is not around, the girls in the class can not resist, sneak out to chase stars. Lu Mian fu looked up and saw another girl running out of the class. She's the biology class rep. Girls with shoulder-length short hair, wearing thick glasses, usually in the class belongs to the type of students who study hard. Now she had dressed herself up, her loose hair tied into a bun, her lips painted with red lipstick, and her little red face hunched behind the desk as if she were afraid to be seen. Lu Mian widened her eyes in surprise. No way! Even little bookworm Xu Wenyue is a star follower? At the same moment there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor outside, accompanied by a quiet discussion among the girls. "I heard it's a school drama for teenagers? Really? Really?" "Nonsense! Of course it's true. Otherwise, why would I come to a high school campus? When I watched my brother s costume drama, I was hoping that he would be able to act in a modern drama. I never expected that my dream would come true so soon. The point is that he shot in our school, round up, my brother and I are alumni!" I heard the sound of the stool rubbing against the ground. My deskmate Song Song bent over to run out. Lu Mian dropped his pen and grabbed her back clothes to stop her escape plan: "Song Song, even you are going to see the big stars?" Song Song footsteps a meal. "Wayan, I am a fan of stars, but I don't follow Eddie Jiang." She turned helplessly and grinned at her. "You forget? I am the heart flower." She put her hands under her chin and her wrists together, as if she were holding a flower. The heart flower? What is it? Mian Lu looked puzzled. Song Song's expression became more helpless. "I'm a land fan, and we Brother Lu's fans call it 'Heart flower' because Heart flower is angry with (Lu) Fang." Fandom rules, each star's fans have a uniform title, and most of these titles are associated with the star's name. There is also a small part that has to do with the star's preferences or other aspects. Represents the close relationship between fans and idols. After listening to her explanation, Cotton understood: "Then what are you going out for?" Song Song took out the things in the pocket of the school uniform, quite a little speechless: "Quickly let go of it sister, don't let go of too late!" Lu cotton dropped his eyes, she saw a corner of pink sanitary napkins in her pocket, guess she wants to go out to do, immediately let go of his hand. Song Song was rescued and rushed out of the classroom to the toilet at the end of the corridor. She would have leaked if she had waited a little longer! Lu Mian glanced back, the girls in the class almost disappeared. Some girls, afraid to go through the front door of the classroom, sneak out through the back door. Patting her forehead, she settled down to write the paper. Suddenly, someone poked him in the back with something hard. She turned to look at the boy at the back table. Jiang Nighthang picked up the monthly exam math paper, with the tip of the pen to the last fill in the blanks, asked: "This question how to calculate?" Fill in the blanks with no specific steps, just a number. Lu Mian stared at Jiang night, surprised that he asked questions. And math problems that Jiang Xueshen can't do? "Hey, you don't have to look at me like that." Jiang Night Hang with the end of the pen to poke the forehead, smiling to reveal a row of neat white teeth, "road outstanding students, this problem I really won't." Clearly he is learning God, but also call others excellent students. Laughing, Cotton leaned over and pulled a draft book over to his desk to write the steps for the fill-in-the-blank problem. Grade on the big list, the name of the road cotton and Jiang night hang never fell out of the first three, the throne of two people take turns to sit. Seriously counted up, Jiang night travel than the road cotton won the first number of times more. Compared to the road cotton low-key, Jiang night in the attached name can be said to be loud. Because he is not only a student of God, but also a school grass. The boy is tall and legs are long, the face is clean and handsome, the temperament is outstanding, always warm and polite when speaking. No matter who asked him questions, he would tell them patiently. There are many girls in the class by asking questions, want to talk to him more than a few words. Not only the girls in my class, but also the girls from other classes passing by the classroom would sneak a peek at him at the back door and then excitedly pull their partners to discuss. Even if they were not in the same building, girls would take a detour to peek at the school god. Jiang Nighthang droop eyes looking at the girls writing the question, her hand on the draft, the right hand holding the brush to write, there is no pause in the middle, as if the problem of the solution steps in the chest. The girl wore a ponytail, a few strands of hair hanging down the side of her face, her eyebrows and eyes were low, and her long eyelashes were thick and curled, like two small fans, tickling the heart. Eyes black and bright, beautiful like glass. Because focus on writing questions, pink lips lightly pursed. Her skin was white and clean, and in the dim light, she looked more clear and radiant, like a gardenia after a rain. The breeze blew, the hair swept on the face, may be a little itchy, Lu Mian raised his hand to scratch the face, carefully finished the inscription: "Done." The fill-in-the-blank question was really difficult. It took her a few twists and turns to find some ideas. She spent a long time in the examination room. In the words of a math teacher, it's almost a big problem. Take back the eyes, Jiang Nighthang eyebrows drooping, looking at the book on the steps to solve the problem, the finger points one of the next step: "this formula how to come?" "You don't know? That day Zhang teacher talk topic when derived a formula, can be used directly." 'What day? If he had told you this formula, he wouldn't have been impressed. Lu Mian put her head on one side and thought for a moment. Then she showed an Epiphany: "Oh, I remember, it was the day you went to participate in the math contest. Teacher Zhang told us a super class problem and used this formula. Jiang nightwing holding the forehead: "It seems that I missed, lost five points in vain." "It's not the gaokao. It can be fixed." Lu Mian found his notebook and handed it to him, "I have written down the derivation of the formula, you can have a look." "Thanks." Jiang took the thick notebook, but instead of looking at it immediately, she looked at the half-written summary paper on her desk: "It's just the end of the exam. How can you start to write questions?" She didn't seem to care that the other students were calculating their grades against the reference answers. On second thought, there is no suspense in her achievement, either the first or the second. "I wrote this paper by myself the night before the exam. I started the exam before I finished it. I can't give up halfway." "Said Lou Mian. Jiang nodded and smiled. Lu Mian turned to continue writing questions, outside the door of the corridor heard a rush of footsteps. "Ahhh! So excited so excited, do you think we can see An? I heard there was a security cordon on set." "We'll just stand outside the police line and have a look. You want to get close to your brother?" "Dare not, my friend is crazy with jealousy when she hears that An is filming in our school. If I go near my brother, she will beat me!" Needless to say, they must also go to see the big star. Lu Mian looked up at the countdown at the front of the classroom. On it, written in red chalk, was 61 days until the exam. She shook her head "tut" and just wanted to ask if you could have some sense of being a senior. Looking down at the papers on the table, she did not like to give up halfway. After a moment's thought, she took a book, put the papers in the book, took a pen, and got up to go out. Noticing her action, Jiang said incredulously: "You are going to see that what ginger male god?" "Not at all." Lu Mian held the book in his arms. "I'll find a quiet place to write my paper. It's too noisy here." There was a rush of footsteps outside the door and a lively discussion in the corridor, and it was difficult for her to settle down to work. Plus today Friday, is the day to go home, everyone agitated, class also noisy. Lu Mian left the classroom, went downstairs and walked on the avenue of the campus. The concrete road is lined with plane trees, which are in full bloom in April. The sun fell down, through the branches of the gap on the road, light and shadow mottled, as scattered a ground broken gold. The road ends at the artificial lake. It's usually the place where the campus sweethearts hang out, but it's school time, so there's supposed to be no one there. Lu Mian went to see that he was wrong. From a distance, she could see a schoolboy in school uniform sitting on a stone bench with a silver-white headset around his neck. He was holding his mobile phone with both hands horizontally, his thumbs sliding rapidly on the screen. What grade is this, out of class, playing video games? But it was nothing to do with her. She sat down on another stone bench, laid the book flat on her lap, drew out the papers inside, spread them out, and wrote the questions carefully. The boy was immersed in the game, unaware of the extra person on the stone bench beside him. After balancing a chemical equation, Cotton breathed a sigh and looked to one side, a little distracted. Her eyesight is very good, a glance can see the boy next to the mobile phone screen, is the game interface of King of Glory. Although she could not play the game, her cousin was a good one. She often watched her play and was impressed by the pictures in the game. The line of sight up, is the boy's quiet side face, even if it is slightly dark shade of the tree, still can clearly see that the face is very bright and handsome. Somehow, the face seemed familiar to Mian, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but for a moment he could not remember exactly where. She shook her head, suggesting that she was bored, that she went to the same school, and that she might have glimpsed somewhere on campus. Perhaps Lu Mian's eyes are too anxious, the boy finally sensed, turned his head to look at her. Their eyes met in the air. Lu Mian was stunned. She remembered who he was. Eddie Jiang! Countless girls are crazy about the hot actor Eddie Jiang! More than half the girls in the class are his fans. She has seen his pictures. But why is he here? Aren't you supposed to be filming? Jiang never expected that he would meet a girl from this school after hiding in such a remote place during the intermission. I immediately thought, get out of here before this girl screams. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the paper on the cotton leg flew up. Without realizing it, she stood up and reached for it. The wind blew the paper farther and farther, and she ran after it, not noticing that she trod on a stone and stumbled and fell, tumbling down the steep slope of the artificial lake. "Splash!" and by the time she knows, she has fallen into the artificial lake. Fortunately, the shallow water on the shore was not enough to drown her, but her trousers were still half wet, and she was in the worst possible mess. Her paper was blown to the surface of the water, further and further away. Witnessing the scene, Eddie Jiang said: "..." His first thought was, is this kid a bit of a fool, diving into the water to save the paper? After a three-second pause, he put away his phone, walked to the shore, bent down, and held out a hand to her. "Come on up." In April, the lake was cold. Lumian stared at the man. He was tall and thin, wearing the same blue and white school uniform that she wore, presumably from one of his plays. The zipper was open, and underneath was a white cotton T-shirt. The school pants were too short for him, showing a bony ankle. "Not yet?" "Mr. Jiang patiently repeated. Cotton blushed and put her hand hesitantly on his palm. The man's palm was warm and dry. He gently held her hand, and a pull pulled her to the shore. "Yan! Why are you here? The vice director is calling you. Ready to shoot!" A young man in his twenties ran up and waved. Jiang Shiyan nodded: "Got it." He followed the man's steps forward. After two steps, he thought of something, stopped, turned around, looked at the girl standing where she was, and pointed his finger on his forehead. Cotton winked. What did he mean? No, he's saying she's crazy, right?