s!" 。Zhang Jing and Zhao Miaogē also shouted at her. 。Shutinglan then slowed her pace and turned back to look at them: "No, you guys go ahead. I'm not feeling well, so I'll head back to the hotel fi...After just a short National Day holiday, when we returned to school, the feelings between classmates suddenly became much closer. During break times, everyone was excitedly sharing how they spent their National Day holiday.

Cheng Chen spent his vacation with his parents at his grandparents' house in the countryside. Ting Lan, on the other hand, has been busy catching up on schoolwork and doesn't have much to say. So, she listened quietly as they talked about their rich and colorful holiday life, listening with great interest.

Her vacation was uneventful. She spent the first six days catching up on her studies. On the last day, her mother took pity on her and gave her a day off. It happened to be the day her father returned from a business trip, so he took her and her mother out for a big meal that evening. That was it for the vacation.

She is very obedient. Even if she didn't have extra classes, she would most likely stay home with her mother because her mother isn't a big fan of traveling. Also, they don't have many relatives. Her mother moved to Qining from afar and has little contact with her in-laws, while her father's side, both grandparents have passed away, so there are no people to keep in touch with.

The only regret about the holiday was that on the last day, as we were finishing dinner outside, we ran into Wen Jian and her mother. They were having dinner next door and happened to see our family of three when they finished, so they came over to say hello.

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

As soon as Tinglan saw Wenjian, he knew that he would inevitably get scolded by his mother after a while.

As expected, Mom saw Wen Jian and immediately smiled, telling Ting Lan, "Sit in a little."

Ting Lan had originally been sitting beside her father. She obediently moved over to make room for Wen Jian, and her mother also shifted inwards to let Wen Jian's mother sit.

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

"Yes, Auntie."

Wen Jian answered calmly and confidently, without any hint of humility.

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

Ting Lan nodded silently. From a young age, she had heard this too many times and was already numb to it.

The father beside him also said: “Learning not only requires effort but also mastering learning methods to achieve twice the result with half the effort. You can discuss learning methods with Xiao Jian, and I believe Xiao Jian would be happy to teach you, right Xiao Jian.”

Wen Jian immediately nodded: "Of course, Tinglan's affairs are my affairs. If she has any questions about her studies, she can ask me anytime, and I will definitely teach her carefully."

"The relationship between you girls is so good," Wen Lan, Wen Jian's mother, smiled.

The three adults at the table were all happy, Wen Jian looked happy as well, only Tinglan felt uncomfortable.

I'm whispering to Cheng Chen in the classroom right now, complaining about last night's dinner:

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

Listening Lan imitated Wen Jian's tone of voice and laughed after she finished.

As they were talking, most of their classmates from the same class looked out the window. She followed everyone's gaze and glanced outside. It turned out that Zhuo YUAN was passing by their classroom window and then walking towards Lu Kuo from the front door of the classroom.

Zuo Yu'an was handsome, and every time he waited for Lu Kuai outside the classroom, he would attract a lot of attention from his classmates. However, among these classmates, Ting Lan was not one of them. Her mind had never been on romantic matters. She didn't care about popular girls or boys; those things were simply not on her radar.

When he came in, she just glanced at him and then turned her head back to continue chatting with Cheng Chen about something.

And you know, she looks thin, but she's super strong...

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

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

Zhuo Yu'an stood aside with a disgusted expression and asked, "Where is my book"

"What book" Lu Kuo really forgot. After thinking for a while, he remembered that it was the poetry collection he asked to be brought.

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

Before, Cheng Chen could multitask, watching both Zhuo Yu'an and Lu Kuò while replying to Ting Lan.

"How strong could she be Probably not even as strong as me."

Tinglan said:

"Then you compete with me first."

"Okay," both of them placed their hands on the desk, ready to test each other's strength in a wrist-wrestling match.

Lu Kuo took one look and immediately sprawled in his seat to watch the two compete. He was most enthusiastic about watching such lively events and automatically assumed the role of referee:

"Ready... Start."

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.

Listening's arms looked pale and slender, her strength was about the same as Cheng Chen's, but she had more endurance. After about a minute, Cheng Chen couldn't hold on any longer, his palm was pressed down by her.

Lu Kuai, standing beside him, clapped his hands. "Tinglan, I didn't expect you to be so good! Come on, let me try against you."

Lu Kuo clenched his fists and rubbed them together, eager to have a sparring match with Ting Lan. Ting Lan turned around and said: "Alright."

Lu Kuògāng put his hand on the table, and suddenly as if remembering something, he said: "Oh no, my hand was injured during the holidays. Zhuó Yǔ'ān, you come and compare with Tíng Lán."

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

Hearing Lan looked at his hand, it was much bigger than hers, and his arm was longer too. She hesitated whether to compare with him, there was no need to compare, she would definitely lose.

Opposite Zhuo Yu'an said: "I use my left hand to spar with you, or you can use both hands."

"Okay."

Ting Lan immediately reached out her right hand and clasped it with Zhuo Yu'an's left hand.

Lu Ku continued to act as the referee, barking orders from the sidelines. The moment he shouted "start," Ting Lan threw himself into the match with every ounce of strength, aiming to overwhelm Zhu Yu'an before he could even gather his power and pin him down in a single move.

This strategy is still pretty good. With a bit more effort, she managed to press down half of Zhu Yu'an's hand. As long as she put in a little more force, he would lose.

The result was, she had overthought things. Zhuo Yujian was just unprepared at the beginning and was pressed down by her all the way. When it was only a few centimeters away from the desk, his hand stopped moving completely. No matter how hard she tried, he wouldn't budge any further.

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

Their palms were pressed together, his hand almost completely encasing hers. She pushed back against him with all her might, her face flushed red from the effort. Across from her, Zhuo Yu'an remained composed, only a slight pink tinge noticeable on his ear tips.

His palm was burning hot. His left hand didn't have much strength, it just managed to withstand all of Tinglan's strength, but he couldn't push him over.

Both fell into a stalemate again. More than a minute passed, Tinglan's hand started to ache, she suddenly acted childishly and stood up, using her other hand as well, encasing Zhuo Yu'an's left hand with both of hers.

Zhuo Yu'an seemed startled, and with a forceful push from her two hands, his arm landed on the table, losing. Today is a good day for favoring...r face, softly saying: "It's okay!" >The rescued child was only four or five years old. After spitting out the water, he burst into tears. His mother held him tightly and cried uncontrollably, her who...