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Early in the morning, when a ray of gentle sunlight shone into the room from the window, the birds began to sing for the rest of the day. Zhang Song woke up to the chirping of the birds and began to do his daily chores.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Zhang Song went to the kitchen to light a fire and cook. After doing all the household chores, Zhang Song and his mother enjoyed a simple breakfast together.

After breakfast, he cleaned up the dishes, bid farewell to his mother and quickly drove to school with a bicycle that was neither new nor old. Zhang Song lived in a remote place. Plus, he had to help his mother with household chores in the morning. He had to get up an hour earlier than others every day in order to not be late for school.

After arriving at the school, he parked the car and headed straight for his class without stopping.

"Xiao Jiu, you came quite early today." A 1.67-meter-tall, long-faced man greeted Zhang Song, who was walking towards his seat.

Sitting in his seat, Zhang Song said with a cold expression, "Bao Han Yong, this is my 67th warning to you. Call me Zhang Song, don't scream like Jiu Jiu. Be careful that I might fall out with you." The man who started the conversation with Zhang Song was called Bao Han Yong, and just like Su Xiang, he was one of the sworn brothers with Zhang Song.

That day, the eight of them became sworn brothers with different surnames in front of the Second Master Guan. At that time, in order to be fair, they were ranked according to their age. In that case, no one had any reason to say that it wasn't fair. Unhappy? You were born too late. Thus, the Eldest Brother's seat was undoubtedly taken away by the nineteenth "Elderly" Zhang Fei, followed by Second Brother Zhang Jun, Third Brother Zhou Xinmin, Fourth Brother Zhang Han, Fifth Brother Zuo Zhixing. Su Xiang was the eighth oldest among them, while Bao Han Yong was the seventh oldest, while Zhang Song was the ninth oldest. Originally, there were nine people who had become sworn brothers, but because Tang Yanwen moved to another school, he failed to make it in time. However, Zhang Song and the others included him as well, so the title of sixth brother fell to Tang Yanwen, who hadn't shown up this time.

The man who was called Bao Han Yong by Zhang Song knew that Zhang Song was joking with him, but he didn't continue to call Xiao Jiu "Zhang Song, listen to Su Xiang tell me in the morning that you're going out, is that true?"

Zhang Song did not deny it, but neither did he answer Bao Han Yong. He only tilted his head and stared coldly at Su Xiang. If his eyes could turn into knives, Su Xiang would have been killed by Zhang Song dozens of times. "You talk too much, if anything happens to you then you won't have any secrets. Let's see how I'll deal with you after school."

Su Xiang, who originally wanted to watch a good show between Zhang Song and Bao Han Yong, started sweating. It was not because of Zhang Song's words, but rather because of Zhang Song's cold and unfamiliar sharp eyes.

Without waiting for Su Xiang to explain, Zhang Song said with a serious expression, "Not bad, if there are no accidents, I will go out in the next two weeks."

At this time, the eldest, Zhang Fei, who had been immersed in reading novels, suddenly raised his head and said: "Is it because of the fees? But you also know, the outside world isn't as simple as you and me think. There's no relationship, no education, no qualifications, it's very difficult to get a foothold in society, it's even very easy for people to get it into the market.

Zhang Jun and the others nodded in agreement.

Zhang Song smiled, and lightly said, "I know you guys are worried about me, but I'm not young anymore, and it's time for me to go outside and have a look. The stage here is too small, and the outside world is our real stage." Zhang Song smiled, and lightly said, "I know you guys are worried about me, but I'm not young now, and it's time for me to go outside.

Everyone knew that Zhang Song was ready to leave, so they didn't say anything. They all silently congratulated their brother, who was very sensible and filial.

What was brotherhood? It was a blessing and concern that came from time to time. Although there were no words, the tacit understanding of the heart was the best way to express it.

"Don't worry, take good care of yourself outside. We're here at home." At this moment, Zhang Fei and the rest of the seven promised Zhang Song in unison.

Zhang Song did not say anything else. This was because he knew that the word 'thank you' was unnecessary and foreign to the eight of them. What is a friend? What was a brother? This was a friend, this was a brother. They didn't need any words to decorate him, everything was so natural.

With the ringing of the bell, day after day of work — learning — began with their conversation.

So they repeated their daily lives, their studies, their fights.

The sun was setting in the west, and the day was about to go.

At this time, it was already the last class of the afternoon. According to the school's rules, there was a class meeting on Monday afternoon of every week, but the school's principal, in order to raise the school's promotion rate and improve the school's reputation, specifically stipulated that, if nothing major happened, the class would be changed to a self-study session every week.

In the self-study class, Zhang Fei spent an entire day to finish reading the neither thick nor thin novel in his hands. Closing the book, Zhang Fei suddenly said, "The football tournament is starting today. It seems like today is Class One against Class Six. Tomorrow, our class will face Class 7. Are you ready?"

Zhang Jun said confidently: "Class 7? I can guarantee that before the end of the half, Class 7 will be completely defeated, and that the champion of the football league will only be us, Class 2. "

Zhang Han and the others also joined in, and started to chat among themselves. However, they didn't realize that Zhang Song was holding a book and leaving his seat, coming to the last empty seat in the classroom. Zhang Song didn't realize that Zhang Song was holding a book and leaving his seat, coming to the last empty seat in the classroom, and didn't know what he was saying to the girl sitting there. The girl looked at him from time to time. She wanted to say something, but the words would not come out of her mouth. It was as if she didn't want to disturb his silence. Care? Or did he hate the fact that he was using class time to sleep? Only she knew, but who could she tell?

Only when Zhang Fei and the others changed the subject to Zhang Song did they realize that Zhang Song was not in their seats. Looking up, they found Zhang Song sleeping in the most front corner, and they did not wake him up to chat, instead letting him continue to sleep like this. With a sigh, they continued their conversation, but this time, their voices were much softer, for fear that their voices would be too loud and wake up the sleeping Zhang Song.

This sleep lasted a long time, or at least Zhang Song thought so. The bell did not wake him from his sleep until the end of the class. The students would meet each other in groups to eat at the originally noisy time after class. Perhaps it was because of the fear of the crowd. After all, the shadow of the famous human race, Zhang Song, and the others were all famous in the school for fighting, and there were even rumors that they were often together with gangsters outside the school. Not only did they not want to be in the same class as Zhang Song, they also wanted to avoid being tortured, so they did not want to anger this evil star, so they carefully left the classroom one by one.

Zhang Fei and Zhang Jun wanted to wake Zhang Song up and go to eat with him. Perhaps it was out of concern, but the girl beside Zhang Song stopped them in time. She whispered to them to leave and let Zhang Song continue sleeping. Everyone looked at the class monitor girl and then looked at Zhang Song, who was sleeping soundly. They were speechless and silently queued up to leave. Only Zhang Song and the girl were left in the classroom.

The girl's name was Mu Xinyi. Her temperament was cold and aloof like an orchid in a valley. She was publicly recognized as a beauty and was the current school beauty. At this moment, she wasn't angry that Zhang Song's sleep had delayed her meal time.

He had long hair that was mixed with traces of white hair. Perhaps it was because of the lack of nutrition, but his face was slightly pale. His handsome face combined with his slightly thin body all showed that he was a handsome man. Carefully staring at the peaceful and handsome youth, the young girl's heart didn't feel a pinch. Was it because she doted on the youth beside her? Or sympathy? It was hard to explain.

She asked herself if he had broken into her heart. Why was it that whenever she saw him, her heart would be moved? Why did his heart, which was as calm as water, throb at his appearance? But did he know that I loved him silently in my heart? Every time she saw him happy with his girlfriend, her heart would start to bleed, and sometimes she would even think that the girl in his arms was her, and how perfect that would be. She still clearly remembered that day a year ago, at noon, he suddenly walked in front of her and kissed her. Although his actions made her blush, she was very happy and even wanted to hug him. Every time she went out to fight, she worried about him, worried that he would get hurt. The last time she saw him actually fighting with someone over someone who didn't even love him, she felt a pain in her heart, but more than that, she was worried that he would get hurt again. Seeing him get beaten up so badly made her want to go up and stop him. When she saw him finally abandon the girl he loved in front of the whole school, she was very happy and thought she would have a chance to be with him again, but she didn't think that ever since, he would completely freeze her heart apart from those so-called brothers of his. He didn't want to talk to anyone too much, and he changed, just like a walking corpse who had lost its soul. However, her heart had never changed. Even now, she still silently loved him from the side as usual.

An infinitely gentle thread of Zhang Song's hair that was messy because he was sleeping. Mu Xinyi's eyes glowed with tears as she softly told Zhang Song, "My whole life, I have longed to be well-kept by others. Free me from shock, free me from suffering, free me from wandering around, free me from nothing to rely on. And that person I have found, is my beloved you. But why can't you find out how much I love you? Do you know, even though I love you deeply, the exhaustion of love, the pain of love, I still love you just as much as I did before. "

Zhang Song, who was originally asleep, seemed to have heard Mu Xinyi's confession and slightly moved his body. He scared Mu Xinyi so much that she hurriedly wiped away the tears that were about to flow down her face.

Just when Mu Xinyi was done with all the concealment work, Zhang Song woke up at the right time. Glancing at the classroom which only he and Mu Xinyi were in, he spoke as if he was talking to Mu Xinyi, but at the same time to himself, "It seems that the class has ended."

The speaker has no heart, the listener has no heart. Mu Xinyi thought that Zhang Song was talking to her. Her fragrant tongue lightly said, "Yes, they have all gone to eat. You have already slept for an hour and a half."

Zhang Song tilted his head and looked at the current school beauty up close. He suddenly said, "What's wrong? Your eyes are red. "

Mu Xinyi tried her best to cover it up and lied, "No, no. It's just that there was a bug that flew into my eye just now. It hurt."

Zhang Song nodded and changed the topic first, "You've slept here for so long, so it'll affect your eating time. What are you eating for? Coincidentally, I'm going down now, so I brought it back for you."

Mu Xinyi felt sweetness in her heart as she thought to herself, Is he concerned about me? Although he had changed, he was still as considerate and caring as before. She shook her head at Zhang Song and said gently, "I'm not hungry, so there's no need to trouble you. I'll buy some bread after the evening reading."

Zhang Song saw her shake her head and immediately frowned. He didn't even let Mu Xinyi oppose and said, "I'll go buy some bread for you." With that, he prepared to stand up.

Mu Xinyi had always loved the lonely Zhang Song, but would she get his love? Was it true that her love, Zhang Song, did not know or pretended not to know? Could Zhang Song give her a complete relationship? Could you draw a perfect end to the love hidden for more than a year?