There is a green vine in everyone's heart

  Jian Tong had lunch with Xi Yao in the afternoon and then returned to her dormitory.

  The students in their fourth year have all gone out to work and intern, the entire corridor is quiet. The wind from outside blows through, causing a stack of white paper on the desk to rustle softly, like a song singing in loneliness.

  Jian Tong buried her mobile phone under the pillow. This way, if there was a call coming in, she could pretend not to hear it.

  But after a long time, there was no sound on the phone. Jian Tong hesitated for a moment, then picked up the phone again and held it in his palm - still silent.

  Despair was like a poisonous vine that instantly wrapped around her heart. Mei Xuan had indeed forgotten to send her text messages every day at noon. Jian Tong sat on the bed, stunned, and finally steeled herself to delete Mei Xuan's number from her address book, one digit at a time.

  Then took out the supplementary examination roster of Computer Class 2 from the bag. At this time, work is the most effective medicine for healing wounds.

  Jian Tong flipped through the list, maliciously wanting to try hard to find Jing Lanquan's name - wouldn't the young master usually be a bookworm?

  Jian Tong finished reading the whole book and rubbed her eyes - there was no mention of Jing Lanquan's name!

  Jian Tong let out a sigh of disappointment, thinking that if he needed to take the make-up exam, it would definitely appear this weekend. But in the end, nothing showed up.

  She could only pick up her phone and resignedly dial Jinglan Quan's number. If she still couldn't find that kid, she would really have no way to explain it to Teacher Zhou.

  Unexpectedly, the phone connected. Jian Tong tried to sound gentle, "Jing Lanquan classmate? Hello, I'm your agent advisor Jian Tong..."

  "Proxy guide? A kind of proxy server?" came a lazy voice over the phone.

  "...". Jian Tong silently cursed "stupid kid", but could only say more kindly, "Jing Lanquan, you should come back to school before the weekend and report. It's already been two weeks since school started, your teachers and classmates all miss you..."

  "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

  What kind of answer is that? Jian Tong was at a loss, and could only hastily shout into the phone, "A man's gotta keep his word; if you don't keep your word, then you're not a man!"

  On the other end of the phone, the slender fingers were originally going to hang up the phone, but unexpectedly, just as the phone was about to be hung up, a string of words burst out from the speaker.

  The man was stunned and stared at the phone for a long time.

  For some reason, he suddenly thought of the little thing in the bar. When she was anxious, her words were also fast, like small shells, bursting and making him unable to respond.

  "What's on your mind again?" The tender model Angel, who was currently popular in the city, leaned softly against his shoulder. "You've been absent-minded all day today, whose soul has been hooked away?"

  It turned out that Jing Lanquan was actually Second Young Master.

  Jing Lanquan narrowed his eyes to gaze ahead, under the clear blue sky, a dozen or so Harley motorcycles were lined up in a row, their modified exhaust pipes emitting a deafening roar.

  "Second Brother, shall we cruise around the Third Ring tonight?" Shen Lingyan, wearing a bright red racing suit, walked over and patted Jing Lanquan on the shoulder.

  Lan Quan shrugged his shoulders, "Harely Davidson three rings? The highest speed can only reach 230. Next time play Bugatti Veyron, they just broke the record for the fastest car speed, 431."

  Shen Lingyan spread his hands and said, "Still, playing motorcycle is more enjoyable."

  Lan Quan smiled, "Alright, next time we'll switch to the Daqi Battle Axe. Speed exceeds 600, best choice for self-destruction. A light touch - crunch, gone in an instant."

  "Haha......" Shen Lingyan burst out laughing, "Second Young Master, I understand why we can never win against you - it's mentality. We get nervous as soon as we accelerate, but you seem to not be afraid of losing control at all."

  "We're playing with cars, but you're playing with your life."

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  Good kids should collect articles, O(∩_∩)O~. Thanks to Little Blue for another 8888 big red envelope.