Chapter 311 Before the Spring Festival

The next day.

New Year’s Eve.

Zhu Jiajun’s flight was at noon. He flew from S city to a neighboring city and then took a taxi back to the town. He expected to arrive in the evening.

Although everyone was happy to go to the airport to pick him up, he didn't want to cause trouble to everyone. He knew that our senior year's winter vacation was short and precious, so he just asked everyone not to pick him up.

In the evening, let’s all get together and have dinner.

At two o’clock in the afternoon, Anting went shopping with Song Ci, who had a cold.

Before going out.

After much hesitation, Song Ci put on a light gray pleated skirt, paired with semi-invisible flesh-colored pantyhose, a pair of short boots, and a white sweater jacket on her upper body. Her hair, like a black waterfall, spreads freely, looking pure and elegant.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that Song Ci doesn’t like wearing skirts, it’s the lack of security brought about by a single-parent family, plus her appearance is so good that she’s often stared at, so she I don’t wear skirts much.

In terms of character setting, Song Ci has a very strong girlish heart.

Maybe you like skirts.

First floor of Bauhinia Street.

When Anting saw Song Ci wearing a short skirt, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Although she was shy, Song Ci was satisfied in her heart. She was very satisfied with the young man’s reaction, so she preemptively said: "On a whim..."

"Oh..."

Although he knew that this girl was getting more and more lively, the boy was still very surprised by the sudden appearance of a short skirt.

“Does it look good?” Song Ci asked.

An Ting showed a helpless smile and said, "Asking knowingly."

Pretty or not.

With an appearance and figure like Song Ci’s, they look good, mainly because they are novel and rare.

“Let’s go then.”

“Yeah.”

For locals, shopping is nothing more than in Beicheng District or Nancheng District. The two chose the City Square in Nancheng District, where there is a commercial pedestrian street.

The Spring Festival is coming soon, and many migrant workers are going home to celebrate the New Year.

The buses seemed deserted.

"There are not many people around."

Anting responded: "There is still half a semester, and we may not even have the opportunity to take the No. 29 bus."

Song Ci said sadly: "Well, because I am going to college."

Actually...

There are other reasons.

Anting is reaching adulthood and no longer needs to take the bus, and can drive by himself.

　Somewhat reluctant to give up.

In the youth born in the 80s or 90s, there should be a bus that runs throughout. What is worth remembering is not the bus, but the old times with you.

For teenagers and others, bus No. 29 is such an existence, carrying countless good memories.

Song Ci seemed to notice something, stretched out his hand, gestured to the boy's head, and said: "An Ting, have you grown taller?"

Anting shook his head. Shaking his head, "I don't know. I was too busy studying and doing other things to pay much attention to these trivial matters."

　"Really, you don't care about your own affairs at all!"
< br />　“Find a pharmacy and measure it later.”

 In fact.

An Ting’s current height has exceeded that of his previous life.

In his previous life, he was 18 years old and 1.8 meters tall. He has not changed much since then, which may have something to do with his corrupt private life; now he is 1.83 meters tall.

 Immediately afterwards.

Song Ci noticed the boy's cracked lips and said helplessly: "No matter how many times I tell you, you are still the same. You always don't like to use lip balm. Look, you are bleeding."

　“Hmm...forgot.”

An Ting has always been such an unkempt person, especially in winter, when his hair is messy and his whole person is hazy.

Song Ci took out a lip balm from the small bag, hesitated and said, "Can you use mine?"

"I don't mind, but..."< br />
Song Ci immediately understood what the other party meant, "It's okay, it's okay, this one is old. I'll buy a new one later. If you have used it, I won't use it."

"Oh."

Song Ci may have been bored, so she took the initiative to help the boy apply lip balm; the latter was a little helpless, she was not a child, and she looked eager to try. , still obeyed her.

“You really like strawberries.”

This lip balm is strawberry flavored.

Song Ci replied: "Well, I just love strawberries!"

When Song Ci applied lip balm to Anting, the two of them leaned against each other.Very close, my lips are moisturized and my heartbeat is speeding up.

Song Ci stared at Anting’s lips...

Anting stared at Song Ci’s eyes...

If you like this kind of thing, even if you cover it Mouth, it will also flow from the eyes.

Perhaps Anting was too narcissistic, or perhaps it was a shameless delusion, but his inner intuition suddenly told the boy something - this girl seemed to have a different kind of affection for him.

Sensing the young man’s gaze, Song Ci stopped what he was doing and just stared at him.

If...at this moment, the bus driver made an inertial drift, the two of them would have kissed.

However, that is something that only happens in youth romantic comedies.

The reality is...

"Hey..."

Song Ci had not recovered from his cold and sneezed at close range.

An Ting was sprayed with a little saliva and snot.

The girl smiled and apologized, "Pfft... I'm sorry..."

An Ting rolled his eyes and said helplessly: "Still laughing... If I catch a cold during the Chinese New Year, It's your turn to take care of me!"

"Well, I will be responsible."

Half an hour later.

The two got off the No. 29 bus.

Nancheng District is different from Beicheng District in the industrial area. The atmosphere of life here is more intense, especially near the city center, which is very lively during the New Year and festivals.

The section of the pedestrian street is packed with people and it’s almost impossible to get through.

Before entering, Song Ci took the initiative to grab Anting's hand, smiled brightly, and said: "Don't get lost, little brother."

"Yeah."

When Anting and Song Ci appeared on the pedestrian street, they were destined to be the center of attention and very eye-catching.

The two had a very pleasant time.

　…

That night.

Anting and Song Ci returned to Bauhinia Street in their hometown town carrying large and small bags. As soon as they walked to the food stall at the corner of the street, they saw their friends, Bao Weiwei and Qiao Liang. , Lin Yong, Gao Fei and Shen Huanyue.

There is also Zhu Jiajun.

This kid...is finally back.

After not seeing each other for a while, Zhu Jiajun has changed a lot.

On the outside.

When I left, I was 1.67 meters tall; now I feel likeTwo centimeters long and one meter sixty-nine meters tall.

My skin has improved a lot, I have permed and dyed my hair, but my weight is still the same.

Become more handsome.

The handsome guy here is compared to his past self. Strictly speaking, he cannot be called a handsome guy, and he is not comparable to Anting and Gao Fei.

In terms of temperament.

He is more confident. He has fans after all, so how can he always be submissive.

While Anting was sizing up Zhu Jiajun, the friends all noticed Song Ci wearing a small skirt. They were all shocked. Except for a few art performances, it was the first time they saw Song Ci wearing a skirt. Song Ci's skirt is still a short skirt.

“Song Ci, it looks great.” Bao Weiwei said excitedly.

Gao Fei gave a thumbs up to express his affirmation.

Qiao Liang pounced directly on Song Ci and gave her a slap in the face.

Song Ci said shyly: "I suddenly wanted to give it a try... Qiao Liang, don't get close to me, I have a cold and I will infect you."

"It doesn't matter. I am protected by the sweet-scented osmanthus tree fairy, and I am immune to all poisons."

An Ting rolled his eyes, "What the hell is the protection of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree fairy!?"

Immediately afterwards.

When others were making a fuss, Anting still focused on Zhu Jiajun and teased: "The whole person is different."

" Well, it's not that exaggerated." Zhu Jiajun touched the back of his head, still a little unsure.

Quantitative changes will eventually lead to qualitative changes.

Zhu Jiajun has always been changing, and there is still a certain distance between him and his true transformation.

However, Anting was originally very worried about Zhu Jiajun and still didn't know whether it was a wrong choice for him to drop out of school and pursue a career. Now it seems that he should let go of his worries.

That’s good.

He is working on his profession, we are going to school, and we gather together during holidays.

In the spring game before the Spring Festival, each team actually only played one or two games, and his GT team only played two games, winning two consecutive games, winning against a strong team + a strong team. Weak team, there is no need to discuss results for the time being.

"How long will you stay?"

Zhu Jiajun replied: "I will go back on the seventh day of the new year."

"What is the goal?"
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"World Champion..."

Witnessing the light in Zhu Jiajun's eyes, Anting was hangingI finally felt relieved, "Come on, young man."