Across the street is the supermarket."Our group has someone on leave."

  "That can't be helped, let others share the burden then. Or see if others are willing to help."

  Fu Wenfei was a handsome boy and also the vice class monitor. His grades were much better than Guan Xiaoye's. He nodded slightly, with a hint of disgust in his eyes towards Guan Xiaoye.

  Guan Xiaoye is a thin and short old-fashioned girl, like she walked out of a book from the Republic of China era. She doesn't look great either, after becoming class monitor, she always likes to give orders.

  Fen Wenfei was a boy who had many grievances in his heart.

  When most of his classmates had left, he asked the fifth group to clean up. There was a classmate in their group who was on sick leave, and cleaning the classroom and moving desks was originally hard work, so naturally the other classmates were not willing to help.

  There were seven people left, and Meng Ting was among them.

  There are also Zhao Nuancheng, Liu Xiaoyi, and Hong Hui, who sits at the same table as Meng Ting.

  A few people first had to move the table upstairs.

  "Good grief! Listen, there are thirty tables in total. We have seven people moving them, so at least four tables per person. From the second floor to the fifth floor, just thinking about it is driving me crazy."

  The desks in Class Seven were made of heavy wood and some of them had lost their varnish that year, with blotches here and there, looking very ugly.

  Meng Ting also felt a bit worried, she comfortingly smiled at Zhao Nuan and said: "It's okay, take your time."

  A group of people had just finished sweeping and dust was flying everywhere. Zhao Nuanju and Meng Ting came to fetch a watering can to sprinkle water.

  Liu Xiaoyi coughed a few times, fanned herself with her hand, and suddenly pulled Meng Ting's ear very brightly.

  Meng Ting turned his head back and Liu Xiao Yi excitedly said: "Meng Ting, look outside, are they Fu Wen Fei and Shen Yu Qing?"

  Fu Wenfei was completely different from Guan Xiaoye, who was facing the dead board. His clear face was full of blushes, and he came back to take out his notebook and handed it over to Shen Yuqing.

  Shen Yuqin smiled brightly like a flower, and didn't know what she said, but Fu Wenfei's face turned bright red.

  Liu Xiaoyi said with a smile, "Shen Yuqing is really charming, she even won over our class's bookworm. Fu Wenfei isn't usually so easy-going, right? But wasn't Shen Yuqing's ex-boyfriend Jiang Ren? Just the other day she was still stuck on him, and now she's already gotten together with Fu Wenfei."

  Meng listened with a smile and shook his head, the big move of desks in class had already begun.

  Each girl had to move four tables.

  Liu Xiaoyi thought of this and didn't even have the mind to gossip. She resignedly picked up a table and stumbled upstairs.

  The wooden table was heavy, and Meng Lie was panting with exhaustion after moving one back and forth.

  His deskmate, Hong Hui, also looked unwell, it was too heavy, and they still had to go up to the fifth floor. The boy felt particularly exhausted and couldn't help but complain about the group member who was absent.

  Zhao Nuan was sulking and didn't want to move the table, but there wasn't any rule that said girls shouldn't help. There was too much work, so everyone had to pitch in together.

  It was mid-November then, and the seventh school had been dismissed for forty minutes. The campus was quiet, with only a few birds chirping occasionally, their clear and pleasant sounds filling the air. The ginkgo trees had turned yellow, and a few fallen leaves floated gently to the ground.

  Meng Ting moved the table up for the second time and when he put it down and caught his breath, he saw an unexpected person.

  Jiang Ren lazily leaned against the corridor of the third floor smoking.

  The wind blew through his silver hair, carrying a faint scent of smoke in the air.

  Meng Ting didn't know why he was here, so she pretended not to see him. She grunted with effort as she lifted the table and continued upwards.

  She has a slender figure, with a kind of pitiful frailty.

  He couldn't help but smile, extinguished the cigarette butt and casually threw it into the trash can. Then he walked a few steps to her front, single-handedly easily took over the heavy wooden table, Meng Ting's hand suddenly felt light.

  "Where are we moving to?"

  He shouldered the table with a relaxed expression, as if it had no weight.

  The young man with silver hair spoke loudly, with a somewhat arrogant tone: "Speak up, good student."

  Meng Ting had a few anxious thoughts: "I'll go myself."

  Jiang Ren furrowed his brow: "Be honest with me, you've got your eyes on the fifth floor, haven't you?"

  Someone with long legs is carrying a table upstairs as if it were a plastic bag.

  Meng Ting followed behind him.

  There was a faint smell of smoke on him. Due to his irascibility, it was hard for him to quit smoking. Whenever he had mood swings, he would smoke to calm down.

  Meng Ting didn't know how Jiang Ren would end up moving a table for her. If someone saw them, she wouldn't be able to explain it even if she had eight mouths.

  When they reached the fifth floor, Jiang Nian stopped and put down the table. The gentle breeze blew through her hair, Meng heard that he didn't say a word and had already moved everything up, so she softly said: "Thank you."

  She wanted to move into 508 herself, but before she could bend down, Jiang Nian sneered: "Men do the work, women watch. Go aside."

  He's clever and even though Meng can't hear or speak, he figured it out by looking at the empty tables piled up in which room.

  Jiang Ren moved one away, her breathing didn't become disordered, and asked her: "How many more are there?"

  Meng Ting felt a little nervous, she would rather move herself.

  Can Jiang Nian stay away from her for a bit?

  She didn't speak, afraid of being seen, turned around and thought about going downstairs.

  Jiang endured the humiliation and smiled.

  Damn it, you don't know what's good for you.

  He grasped her wrist, his palm wrapping around her slender and soft wrist.

  Afraid of being seen? Forget about going to class, I'll wait for you at the staircase on the second floor and move over there.

  He slightly raised his chin and pointed Meng to another road. From there, although it's a bit far, classmates in the class won't bump into each other.

  "Let me go, I can move it myself." Meng Ting's face turned red with a mix of shame and anger.

  November's gentle breeze lightly caresses her forehead, her soft and pale little face glowing with a faint cherry blossom color.

  He smiled and said rudely: "Don't mess with me, I'll wait for you there. If you don't come, I'll go to your class to find you."

  Meng Ting was so angry she cried. She didn't do anything or provoke him at all.

  Meng Ting met Hong Hui when he went downstairs. Hong Hui's face was pale, and he put down the table heavily, rubbed his eyes, panting heavily, looking like he was about to collapse from exhaustion.

  Take a few steps and pant a few mouthfuls of air, panting like pulling a bellows.

  Zhao Nuanju followed behind him, saw Meng Ting and cried with a sad face: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die. There are still two tables left, this is simply inhuman work. My legs are trembling, is it okay?"

  Meng Ting: "......"

  She went to the classroom and moved out the desk, turned her head and saw Jiang Ren's figure at another staircase.

  Meng turned his head back, in the classroom, vice class monitor Fu Wenfei was chatting and laughing with Shen Yuhua, Shen Yuhua sat at the edge of Fu Wenfei's desk, flipping through his notes.

  Jiang Ren isn't joking, if she doesn't go, he really will come.

  If he comes...

  Tomorrow, the whole school will be talking about Shen Yuqing, Jiang Ren, Fu Wenfei... and some messy things about myself.

  Meng Ting gritted her teeth and had no choice but to move the table to the stairs.

  Go ahead and move it then, exhaust this unreasonable bastard to death.

  Jiang Ren smiled lightly and walked away with the desk on his shoulder, looking very relaxed.

  The young man has plenty of energy.

  When he finished moving both, his face didn't change. Zhao Nuanju and the others hadn't returned yet, the air was refreshing, on the balcony a black ant was busily advancing forward.

  Meng Ting sat on the stairs, his hands resting on his knees, feeling both ashamed and humiliated.

  Her classmates were working hard, while she...

  Jiang Ren stood in front of her: "Anything else?"

  Meng Ting shook her head, she raised her eyes and thought, let's go quickly. The corners of his mouth rose: "How can I thank you, good student."

  Meng Ting thought he was shameless.

  "I didn't ask you to move it, I can do it myself."

  His eyebrows sank, and his sharp eyes gave off a fierce aura: "What, don't you admit it?"

  She thought of Jiang Ren who was chasing after her car and feared he would hit her.

  He was unreasonable from the start.

  Meng Ting stretched out his hand and touched into his own pocket.

  Then she took out a five-yuan note and said softly, "I'll treat you to a drink of water." She was usually very poor, with only five yuan on her.

  He looked down at the five dollars with a lowered gaze.

  The hand holding it was very beautiful, slender and fair, with faintly visible pale blue veins. It seemed so fragile that he could pinch it to death.

  "Are you trying to shoo away a beggar with just five bucks?"

  Meng Ting felt a bit wronged.

  Five yuan is a lot, it can buy five one-yuan ice creams in a year. You can also eat a portion of dumplings.

  He snorted and squatted down in front of her, shouting with a smile: "Meng Ting."

  "Hmm?" She raised her eyes to look at him.

  "Don't bring money, come watch me play ball on Friday after school," he said. "Did you hear?"

  On Friday, there was a basketball league match, and all high schools in H City participated. Because Licheng Vocational High School is the largest and newest, the competition venue was set up there.

  Meng listened tightly to his five dollars, did Jiang Ren lack powder and go crazy?

  She doesn't like watching basketball either.

  "I have an exam on Friday."

  The smile in his eyes faded away, and his tone turned cold: "After the exam is over, the competition is not yet over. Our school will also participate."

  She looked at him with suspicion.

  He said: "So, I have to come."

  No matter who you want to cheer up for, just come.

  He's come to take on those bookworms from Qi Middle School and see how they'll fare against him.

  As she clearly heard this familiar voice, her heart skipped a beat and she instinctively turned around and tightly grasped the girl's hand.

  Shulan almost screamed: "Sister, it hurts, let me go!"

  Meng only then realized that something was amiss.

  Everything before her eyes was a dull gray, as if the world had been shrouded in a layer of curtains.

  Meng listened absent-mindedly and reached out to touch her own face, where a pair of sunglasses perched on the bridge of her nose, her eyes feeling dry and sore. The Shulan in front of her looked like she was sixteen or seventeen years old, with a voice that was also softer and more childish. Shulan glanced at her warily and asked, "You've promised me, you won't go back on your word, will you?"

  Regret?

  Meng Ting glanced around with pained eyes, they were in a very dark place, the music from the front desk echoed to the back and became a very vague melody. Meng Ting lowered her head to look at her own hands, her pale and slender hands were beautiful and delicate under the dim light, completely without the hideous scars after the burn, she couldn't help but be distracted.

  Shulan saw that she was not feeling well, and her heart skipped a beat. She feared that she had discovered something, so she lowered her voice: "Sister, this is a very important assessment. If we don't pass, what if Dad finds out about the illness..."

  Meng turned his head to look at her, she wanted to ask Shulan: Why did you loosen that rope and let yourself die in the landslide?

  She knew she was already dead. However, after the terrible weightlessness, when she opened her eyes again, she returned to five years ago. The Shulan in front of her was tender and the scene was very familiar. Meng Ting remembered this matter, that year she was in high school, and Shulan had asked for her help with the art exam.