MTL - Chasing Summer-Chapter 80

After the beginning of summer, Lin Zhexia and Chi Yao soon celebrated their 20th birthdays.

In fact, Chi Yao's birthday has passed, but he plans to spend it with her this year.

The main reason is that the birthdays of the two people are too close to each other. If they are separated, they will have to "twice" twice.

"To be honest, I'm already stuck," Lin Zexia honestly confessed to him before his birthday, "I have given you so many birthdays since I was a child, this year I scratched my head and thought about it for several days, but I didn't think about it. What a refreshing birthday plan."

Fortunately, Chi Yao himself had no idea about birthdays.

So the two hit it off and planned to get together.

Lin Zhexia tentatively asked, "How about saving gifts this year?"

Chi Yao raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

Lin Zhexia: "...the gift is also a bottleneck."

She thought Chi Yao would agree.

However, to her surprise, Chi Yao spat out two words:

"no."

"Why not," she said forcefully, "Do you really want to receive gifts that much? The relationship between us doesn't have to be reflected in gifts."

Chi Yao glanced at her: "Because I want to give it to you."

So during the period before his birthday, Lin Zhexia was looking forward to what birthday gift Chi Yao would give him, while continuing to worry about what to give him.

It is hard to tell the difference between "twenty years old" and "eighteen years old".

It seems that there are.

Over the past few years, she seems to have gotten a little closer to the word "adult" unconsciously.

That night, when Lin Zhexia was swiping her phone in the dormitory, looking for inspiration for gift giving on the Internet, Lan Xiaoxue was on the phone with her family.

Lan Xiaoxue is not from this city, she has a little accent when she calls, but she is from the south, Lin Zhexia can roughly distinguish what she said: "Mom, you don't need to send it to me, my dormitory has only a few It’s a big place, even if you send it over, you won’t be able to fit it.”

"My roommate won't eat it, so don't worry about it, and even if they eat it, a large box of fruit will be enough to fill them up."

"Okay, I know, I'll take care of myself."

"..."

Lan Xiaoxue has been very busy these days, in fact she didn't eat well or sleep well.

Their art department recently held a plaster exhibition, and they went back to the dormitory with dark circles under their eyes every day, and their clothes were messed up, and they looked extremely haggard. Once I came back, I couldn’t help complaining about my tutor: "I just want us to be free labor... It’s obviously not something we are responsible for. If we have to do it, it won’t count as our work if we submit it in the end."

At that time, other people in the dormitory complained for her indignantly: "Why is this so, can you make a complaint?"

"Forget it, forget it," Lan Xiaoxue said, "Just help with some work. We can finish it."

Lan Xiaoxue's receiver was a bit loud, and Lan Ma's voice was also loud. Lin Zhexia clearly heard her ask: "How's your plaster shop—"

Lin Zhexia stopped swiping her phone for a moment, and then Lan Xiaoxue pretended to be relaxed: "It's pretty good. The exhibition is so big, I'll make a video for you to watch."

Bad luck seems to be contagious.

Soon Lin Zhexia and the others had news about their major. They were going to hold a foreign language speech contest.

The professional teacher didn't know where he heard the news, so he called her to the office during the break and asked her, "I heard that you participated in the school's speech contest before?"

"..."

Lin Zhexia thought of her glorious history of winning the first place in high school, and had to admit: "I have participated in it before."

The professional teacher said in a coaxing tone: "It happens that we still need someone for this speech contest, do you want to try?"

Lin Zhexia was not afraid, but simply worried that her professional level would hinder the class: "Why don't you give this precious opportunity to others."

The professional teacher suddenly called her name loudly: "Lin Zhexia!"

"I'll give you another chance, answer me again, do you want to try?"

"..."

Look at this attitude.

It is estimated that there is no way to escape.

Finally Lin Zhexia nodded: "Then I will try."

University speech contests are different from high school, more free, there is no clear topic, everything can be played freely, and the style is not limited. The only requirement is the use of the language of the major.

Professional teachers pulled all participants into the same group.

So Lin Zhexia began to be busy at both ends, while busying with birthday matters, and at the same time preparing for speech topic selection, and simply wrote a draft.

A week before my birthday, a little unexpected thing happened.

They handed in the first draft at night. Half a day before handing in the manuscript, Lin Zhexia met a fellow contestant in the class. It was a girl with short hair. The girl was very cheerful and said, "I'll help you hand it in tonight." ? This way we don’t have to run together later.”

Lin Zhexia happened to have other things to do urgently at night, so he said, "Then I will trouble you."

While handing in the manuscript, Lin Zhexia caught a glimpse of the manuscript in her hand from the corner of her eye. The title of the short-haired girl's speech was "Dream".

However, in the evening, professional teachers met her in the group.

[email protected]Zhexia Lin

-Your topic collided with other students, please submit another one.

Lin Zhexia was stunned when he saw the news.

She didn't ask in the group, she chatted with a professional teacher privately and asked: May I ask which classmate I bumped into?

Professional teacher: Zhou Tong, didn't you two hand in your manuscripts together? I saw that you both chose the same topic.

…

The face of a girl with short hair appeared in Lin Zhexia's mind.

She subconsciously typed a series of words to defend: I accidentally saw her topic selection, and her topic was obviously different from mine...

But in the middle of typing, she deleted these explanations word by word.

There is a high probability that this matter will not have any results. She has no way to explain it, and there is no real evidence. It seems that after growing up, there are many such "inexplicable" things invisibly.

Lin Zhexia thought to herself.

Instead of spending time arguing, write a new one.

Anyway, it's just a preliminary draft, just write a new topic.

In the evening, she went to Chi Yao for dinner.

She poked at her rice bowl, rushed back to her dormitory to write a new topic, and quickly said, "I'm full."

Chi Yao was surprised by her appetite today: "That's all you eat today."

Lin Zhexia: "What's wrong?"

Chi Yao glanced at her rice bowl, but said nothing.

Lin Zhexia continued: "We girls have a normal stomach, right?"

Chi Yao sneered lightly: "Usually I can't wait to eat two bowls of rice, but now I'm talking about a bird's stomach."

"..."

"Anyway, I'm full," Lin Zhexia put down his chopsticks, "If you don't like it, then you can eat an extra bowl by yourself."

She behaved as usual.

But between Chi Yao and Chi Yao, there will always be some unexpected interaction.

Chi Yao looked away from the bowl of rice in front of her and asked her, "In a bad mood?"

Lin Zhexia: "...very good."

Chi Yao asked again: "Have you finished writing the speech?"

Lin Zhexia hesitated for a second.

In fact, she can completely say that she "collided" with others to choose a topic.

But the difference between the age of twenty and the age of eighteen is that she also knows that she should really grow up.

Ever since she was a child, Chi Yao has always been someone she can rely on unconditionally.

No matter what happens, you can tell him.

You can tell Lin He what you can't tell him, and you don't even have to worry about whether she did it right or wrong.

She originally wanted to complain about that short-haired girl named Zhou Tong to Chi Yao like before. But at the moment when the words were about to be spoken, for no reason, she thought of the way Lan Xiaoxue was on the phone with her family that day.

Obviously very tired, but also said that he was "fine".

Perhaps because of the same feelings as Lan Xiaoxue, she chose another option in this short second.

Lin Zhexia finally said: "The first draft has just been handed in, and I still have to continue to write, there is no major problem. You continue to eat, and I will go back first."

Lin Zhexia was busy day and night for several whole days because of re-selecting a new topic.

In the past few days, when Chi Yao asked her to meet, she said she was not free.

When I sent her a message, she responded very perfunctorily.

Boyfriend: Are you writing a speech?

Lin Zhexia: Yes

Boyfriend: I'll finish class later

Lin Zhexia: Mmmmmmm

Just a few "huh".

Chi Yao quickly noticed something.

After a while, he sent another sentence.

Boyfriend: Lin Zhexia is an idiot

Lin Zhexia was already dizzy writing the manuscript, she didn't even read carefully what Chi Yao replied, and sent a few "hmm" in the past.

…

By the time she reacted, more than ten minutes had passed.

That conversation lay quietly in the dialog box.

She was thinking of sending something to redeem her, when two words popped up in the dialog box: Go downstairs.

These two words are very familiar.

It seems to have been received countless times.

Lin Zhexia knew that she couldn't hide it anymore, she took off her pajamas slowly, and then ran downstairs with the key.

This point is the peak time for evening classes, and there are many people at the door of the girls' dormitory.

She squeezed out of the crowd and saw the person waiting at the intersection at a glance.

Standing under the street lamp, Chi Yao handed her a bag of fruit that he bought for her at the fruit shop he passed by when he came here, and said coolly, "Explain."

"Let me explain," Lin Zhexia took the bag of fruit, "I was obsessed with studying just now, so I didn't see clearly."

"Do you think I'll believe it?"

"..."

Probably won't believe it.

This person is easier to deceive than Lin He.

Lin Zhexia said cautiously: "...I think my excuse is reasonable, you may believe it."

After a while, Lin Zhexia voluntarily surrendered: "Okay, I'll tell you the truth."

Anyway, it wasn't a big deal, so there was nothing to say.

"It was the first draft I handed in last time. The topic selection collided with someone. She helped me to submit the draft together. And on the day of submission, I clearly saw that her topic selection was different from mine."

Lin Zhexia briefly explained the matter, "So I've been busy rewriting recently."

When she spoke, she unconsciously hugged the bag of fruit in her hand a little tighter: "I think everyone is an adult, and you've been busy recently. I can digest this by myself."

Chi Yao looked at her and didn't speak for a long time.

Just when Lin Zhexia was wondering if he was angry, Chi Yao lowered his eyebrows, raised his hand, and lightly poked her forehead with his index finger, and called her an "idiot" again.

Lin Zhexia protested in a low voice: "I'm not an idiot, and you've scolded me twice today."

"You are not who you are."

Chi Yao made a "tsk", his voice was mixed with the cicadas around him, and a gust of wind blew in the sultry summer night, "...you can digest everything by yourself, what do you want my boyfriend to do."