He is From Great Sea of Stars

School starts a week after camp.

After school started, Fang Xiazi officially became a busy senior.

The student union has to be withdrawn, and the art gala at the beginning of the semester cannot continue to be the host.

Her life is almost all learning, learning, learning.

And only studying without food or sleep can make her a little less immersed in the discomfort of breaking up with Han Yicheng.

As Huo Xingchao told her, her life is so busy that she is only allowed 4.44 seconds of sadness every day.

After returning from the summer camp, Fang Xiazi proposed to break up with Han Yicheng.

She spoke very decisively, pinching her hands behind her hurt, but her expression was still determined.

The boy sighed, nodded in agreement, then patted her shoulder with sincere eyes, "Xia Zi, I'm sorry, but I hope you can find someone who truly loves you in the future."

Fang Xiazi avoided his hand, gave him a cold look, and left without saying a word.

The moment she turned around, she wanted to cry very, very much, but she tried her best to hold back, leaving her ex-boyfriend with a handsome back.

Before the summer camp, she didn't know that besides her, Han Yicheng had a childhood sweetheart.

Because every time Sunflower came to learn the piano, she happened to go out to the piano room to learn the violin. They passed by countless times, but she always thought that the little girl with the smile on her face was just the student of the neighbor aunt.

She didn't even think about it, Han Yicheng confessed to her because of this girl.

But now, she guessed it.

So, two weeks after the start of school, the boy walked up to her again, apologized to her, hoped to get back together and save her, but there was a gloomy sadness in his eyes.

She knew it wouldn't be for herself.

In the school's parking lot, Fang Xiazi looked at her expressionlessly, "Han Yicheng, what exactly do you want to do?"

It's almost half an hour before the end of school. The teachers and students who can go home have basically left the school gate. In the dark night, there are only the two of them in the parking lot.

The boy Qingjun's face was half-brightened by the moonlight, his brown eyes contained a bit of sadness, and his tone was slow, "Xia Zi, I regret it now, shall we be together again?"

......

Yesterday, when Sunflower came to learn the piano, her eyes were swollen and she was absent-minded. She could play three out of ten notes wrong.

Han Yicheng felt wrong, was very worried about her state, and asked her what happened to her.

The little girl burst into tears and fell into his arms, tearing her heart to pieces.

"Brother Han, Huo Xingchao doesn't go abroad again, what should I do? He must have heard that you broke up with Senior Sister Fang before leaving the country. Brother Han, do you really want me to watch him and Senior Sister Fang together? I can't do it. arrive......"

......

Han Yicheng thought that the sunflower was his little sun.

His life from childhood to adulthood has been lonely, gloomy, and peaceful. Only her smile can make his world a little more sunny.

She was such a nice girl, and he couldn't let her smile go away.

So, he has to do something.

Fang Xiazi looked at his eyes. In the past, it was like a pool of clear and lingering landscapes, arrogant, cold, and aloof.

But at this moment, it has turned into a pair of silent stagnant lakes, and every line of the lake is sad when the wind blows.

It's a pity that whether it is silence or sadness, it can never be for her.

The girl curled her lips mockingly and said in a light voice, "What did Sunflower say to you?"

Han Yicheng paused, feeling her understanding and mocking expression, bowed his head in silence for a while, then raised his head,

"Xia Zi, for the sake of our friendship for many years, if I ask you one thing, will you give Xiaokui a chance?"

"I give her a chance?"

Fang Xiazi just thought it was absurd, "What chance can I give her?"

"Pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend with me."

Ignoring the girl's stunned expression, the boy's tone was sincere,

"Only you and I pretend to be boyfriends and girlfriends to make Huo Xingchao give up. Xia Zi, don't you like Huo Xingchao? This method can also get you out of his entanglement. It kills two birds with one stone, isn't it?"

......

"Han Yicheng, has your brain been turned into a telephone pole by the moon?"

"First, Huo Xingchao didn't pester me, I don't need to use this method of hurting others and not myself to make him give up. Second, I don't want to have anything to do with you, and there is no friendship between us, please don't do it for your sake. Xiao Qingmei is here to harass me, get out of the way!"

"Xia Zi!"

Han Yicheng resisted her handlebar, frowned,

"Why don't you share a little sympathy for Xiaokui, she is really a kind and simple girl, she doesn't need you to do anything, she just pretends, you don't like Huo Xingchao anyway, don't you? Xia Zi... "

... how ironic.

What a **** irony.

This is the first time that Han Yicheng has spoken to her so much since she realized it.

A word is a knife, and every word has a sharp thorn, pierced into the heart, and then blood is dripping, even breathing becomes difficult.

In fact, she used to really like Han Yicheng.

When I was in middle school, I started reading romance novels.

"The faint fragrance of the plane tree" and "The mint smell on the boy's body stops in the cold air", these hypocritical and warm sentences are like a shallow wave being pushed onto the beach, setting off white waves, leaving traces in my heart.

At that time, it was popular to use "clean" to describe boys, and Han Yicheng completely conformed to all the imagination of an adolescent **** the word "clean".

The figure in the school uniform wearing a white shirt is slightly thin, with fair skin, and his expression is always a little cold and melancholy. He has long fingers and can play the piano well. When he is close to him, he can always smell the faint scent of mint.

I don't know why, it seems that a flower grows slowly from the bottom of my heart, watering it with joy and anxiety.

The folds of the leaves reflect an unnamed fragrance that fills the heart.

Then he was heartbroken.

On a rare snowy day in the south, I secretly wrote Han Yicheng on my father's car, drew a heart, and then quietly painted it out.

Every time the monthly rankings are released, Han Yicheng, the first in the liberal arts, and Fang Xiazi, the first in the sciences, are very, very happy to see the two names side by side.

She studies hard for him, practices the violin, wears his favorite shirt, and knows all the backgrounds of every musical he loves to watch.

Every time a boy confesses to her, he thinks in his heart that he can't compare to Han Yicheng. When Han Yicheng confessed to her, he only felt that he was very good, and he would follow him from school uniform to wedding dress for a lifetime.

And when he stood in front of her like this, saying the other girl's well in a confident tone, hoping that she would retain the basic human sympathy, she suddenly felt particularly ironic.

"Han Yicheng, considering our shallow friendship, let me tell you something sincere."

The girl lowered her head, tried her best to open her eyes, blinked again to hold back the tears in her eyes, then raised her head and smiled,

"In this world, not everyone you like will like you, no matter how hard you try."

"So, even if Huo Xingchao doesn't like me, he won't like your little Kui just because he doesn't like me. Instead of begging me, you might as well beg Huo Xingchao."

......

"Xia Zi,"

The boy frowned, what more to say, but the phone ringing in his pocket interrupted his words, he took it out and looked at the screen, then glanced at the girl with a light expression in front of him, paused, or picked it up, Soft tone, "Xiao Kui..."

laugh.

Fang Xiazi held the handlebars of the car, snorted softly, got rid of his hand and walked around him, turning to the right.

A familiar figure drove by the corner.

The teenager stepped on the pedals, raised his eyebrows at her, rang the bell twice, the corners of his lips curved, his eyes bright, "Ding dong ding dong."

"Sister."

She nodded and said nothing.

As a result, just as she was about to step on the pedal, there was a sudden force on her shoulders, which was ruthless and merciless. She didn't respond, and she stumbled and fell off the car, her palm directly rubbing the ground, mercilessly. Draw a few marks.

Han Yicheng stepped on the pedals of her car, looking very anxious, "Xia Zi, lend me your car, I have something very important, thank you!"

Then he squeaked and drove to the school gate.

......

......What does it mean?

Did she agree?

Han Yicheng, you have no morals, but now you don't even have the basic qualities? !

The girl resisted the pain, stood up quickly, and grabbed the corner of the boy who was parking next to him, "Huo Xingchao, can you lend me your car?"

The young man was stunned, "Oh, of course you can, but do you need me to carry you, senpai, your hand..."

"thanks."

Fang Xiazi rode directly into the car, and simply chased after the back in front of him.

"Sister?"

"Don't worry, I'm a black belt in karate."

......

Huo Xingchao frowned. Han Yicheng's anxious face and Fang Xiazi's behavior of chasing him appeared repeatedly in his mind. After thinking about it, he suddenly stopped walking towards the administrative building.

and many more.

This scene, this trend, why is it so familiar.

...ah, so **** familiar.

The teenager rushed to the second floor, knocked on the door of the principal's office, looked at the middle-aged man who raised his eyebrows in shock behind the desk, panting,

"Uncle, I got the first grade in the school entrance examination this time. As a reward, can you take me to a small alley that is not far from the school, very dark and remote, and there are basically no passers-by and no surveillance? ?"

"...I'm glad you got the first place in the exam, but I really don't have the time. Thank you."

"headmaster."

The young man raised his face with a straight face, "I accidentally discovered a school violence incident just now. As the principal, you have the responsibility to investigate it clearly, but you can rest assured that I can assist you."

"..."

Huo Xingchao sat on his aunt's Chery QQ and shook his legs while sitting on the co-pilot.

While thinking about the direction of the plot in my mind, the whole person couldn't help but start to hate the word butterfly effect.

He had already made a series of perfect hero rescue plans for this big event.

If the plot is so advanced again, then he really has no **** to say.

......