mal for Gu's mother to prefer Xu Zhao. After all, they had a relationship spanning many years, deeper than hers.Thick.It's her own problem. Whenever it involves Gu Ruandong, she can't help but be comp...Just a short National Day holiday, and when we went back to school, the feelings between classmates suddenly became much closer. During breaks, everyone was excitedly sharing how they spent their National Day.

Cheng Chen spent his holiday with his parents at his grandparents' house in the countryside. Ting Lan, on the other hand, was busy catching up on her studies and didn't have much to say. So she listened attentively as they talked about their rich and colorful vacation life, her ears perked up with interest.

Her vacation was uneventful. She spent the first six days catching up on her studies. On the last day, her mother relented and gave her a day off. It just so happened that her father returned from his business trip, so they went out for a big dinner with her mother that evening. That concluded her vacation.

She is very obedient, even if she doesn't make up for lessons, she's most likely staying at home with her mother because her mother isn't someone who enjoys traveling. Besides, their family has few relatives. Her mother moved to Qining from afar and rarely contacts her maternal grandparents. Her father's side, both grandparents have passed away, so there aren't many people they keep in touch with.

The only regret about the vacation was that on the last day, when we were finishing dinner outside, we ran into Wenjian and her mother. They were having dinner next door, and as we were leaving, they saw us and came over to say hello.

Mom really likes Wenjian because Wenjian has good grades and is more lively and talkative than her.

As soon as Tinglan saw Wen Jian, he knew that he would inevitably be scolded by his mother after a while.

As expected, Mom smiled the moment she saw Wenjian and told Tinglan, "Come sit closer."

Ting Lan originally sat next to her father, obediently making space for Wen Jian. Her mother also moved in to make room for Wen Jian's mother.

"Xiaoyan came first in her class again this time, right"

"Yes, Auntie."

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She answered simply and confidently, without any modesty.

"Lanlan, you should learn more from Xiaojian. Don't hesitate to ask her if you don't understand something. Don't just bury your head in studying."

Ting Lan nodded silently. She had heard this so many times, from childhood to adulthood, that she was a little numb to it.

The father next to him also said: "Learning not only requires effort, but also mastering learning methods in order to achieve twice the result with half the effort. You can discuss learning methods with Xiaojian more, I believe Xiaojian would be happy to teach you, right Xiaojian."

Wen Jian immediately nodded: "Of course, Ting Lan's matters are my matters. She can ask me anytime if she doesn't understand anything in her studies, and I will definitely teach her carefully."

"What a good relationship you two have," Wen Lan, Wen Jian's mother, smiled.

The three adults at the table were all very happy. Wen Jian was also happy, but Ting Lan felt uncomfortable inside.

At this moment, I'm in the classroom, whispering to Cheng Chen about how unhappy I was with dinner last night:

"Wen Jian wouldn't teach me, anyway. I asked her before, and she just said, 'Such a simple thing, you ask me'"

Tinglan was imitating Wen Jian's way of speaking, and after she finished, she laughed at herself.

As they were talking, most of their classmates in the same class turned to look out the window. She followed everyone's gaze and looked outside. It turned out that Zhuo Yu'an was passing by their classroom window and walking towards Lu Kuò from the front door of the classroom.

Zhuo Yu'an was exceptionally handsome. Every time he waited for Lu Kuo outside the classroom, he would attract a lot of attention from his classmates. However, Ting Lan was never among those who paid attention to him. Her mind was never on romantic matters; she didn't care about popular girls or boys, none of that was ever on her radar.

At this moment, seeing him come in, I just glanced at him and turned my head to continue talking with...

Cheng Chen chatted with Wen Jian.

And you know, she looked skinny, but she was really strong...

Her voice was mixed with Lu Kuo's and Zhuo Yu'an's exaggerated voices from behind.

“It feels like three autumns have passed since we last saw each other! I miss you so much.”

Zhuo Yu'an moved to the side with a look of disdain, and then asked, "Where is my book"

"What book" Lu Kuo had genuinely forgotten. After thinking for a while, he remembered it was the poetry collection he had asked to be brought.

"I'm at home, I can bring it to you tomorrow."

Before the game, Cheng Chen could multitask. He was paying attention to both Zhuo Yu'an and Lu Kuo while also replying to Tinglan.

“How strong could she be Probably not as strong as me.”

Ting Lan said:

Then you go first and try to beat me.

"Okay," both placed their hands on the desk, ready to test their strength in a wrist-wrestling match.

Lu Kuo immediately sprawled in his seat to watch the two compete, he was most enthusiastic about watching such spectacles, and automatically took on the role of referee:

"Ready... Begin."

Listening and Cheng Chen were both trying this game for the first time. They were about the same strength, so they stayed in a vertical position for a long time, unable to determine a winner.

Tinglan's arms looked pale and slender, her strength was evenly matched with Cheng Chen's, but she had a better endurance. After about a minute, Cheng Chen couldn't hold on any longer, his palm was pressed down by her.

Lu Kuo, standing nearby, clapped his hands. "Tinglan, I didn't expect you to be so skilled! Come on, let me try against you."

Lu Kuo clenched his fists and was eager to spar with Ting Lan. Ting Lan turned around and said, "Alright."

Lu Kuang just put his hand on the table, then suddenly remembered something and said: "Oh no, my hand was injured during the holidays. Zhuo Yu'an, you come and listen."

"Lan Bi Bi."

Zhu Yu'an gracefully moved to Lu Kuo's seat.

Ting Lan took one look at his hand, it was much bigger than hers, and his arm was longer too. She hesitated whether or not to compete, there was no need to compare, she would definitely lose.

"Across from me, Zhuo Yu'an said, 'I'll use my left hand to compete with you, or you can use both hands.'"

"That's fine."

Tinglan immediately extended her right hand and clasped hands with Zhuo Yunan's left.

Lu Ku continued to act as the referee, barking out instructions from the sidelines. As soon as he shouted "Start," Ting Lan exerted every ounce of his strength, aiming to take down Zhu Yu'an before he could even gain momentum, striking first and hoping for a quick victory.

This strategy is still good, she exerted herself, and Zhu YUAN's hand was indeed pressed down by half. As long as she used a little more force, he would lose.

The result was that she had overthought things. Zhuo Yu'an had only just begun without being prepared, and was pressed down all the way by her. When their hands were only a few centimeters from the table, his hand became completely still, no matter how hard she struggled, it wouldn't move any further.

Not only did he not go down, but his hand was slowly, slowly rising upward.

Their palms were pressed together, his hand almost completely enclosing hers. She pushed against his hand with all her might, her face reddening from the effort, while opposite her, Zhuo Yunan remained composed, only his earlobes faintly blushing.

His palm was burning hot. The strength in his left hand wasn't particularly great, it could only just withstand all of Ting Lan's strength, but he couldn't push him over.

The two remained deadlocked, for more than a minute. Tinglan's hand started to ache, and she suddenly acted coquettishly, standing up and using both hands to enclose Zhuo Yu'an's left hand.

Zuo Yu'an was as if frightened, his body jolted by her two hands.

He strained, his arm falling to the table in defeat.the window, her side profile slender and graceful. Her black hair was long and straight, without any dyeing or styling. When she heard his words, she suddenly turned back to look at him, her hair slid...