After arriving at Bian Shan, Bo Huan didn't continue driving, but instead turned off the engine.
Cheng Zhi sneered. His tone was a little bit scornful, "Why? Didn't you say you will take me to a drag race?"
Bo Huan hissed, laid her upper body on the steering wheel, and looked at him steadily, with a slight tone, "Because I'm… as timid as a mouse."
Every time she dragged a car in her previous life, she had no fear in her heart, and she would even feel satisfied because she was doing what Cheng Zhi liked.
But at the moment, as Cheng Zhi was in the car, she was terribly timid.
She couldn't dare to drag race. She didn't care about her safety, but she couldn't put Cheng Zhi in danger.
That was her persistence.
Cheng Zhi put his hands on his chest and looked at her suspiciously, "As timid as a mouse? As timid as a mouse but dare to confess to me in front of the class? As timid as a mouse but dare to get into the driver's seat of my car, and want to take me drag racing?"
Bo Huan straightened up. She would rather bury her heart deeply than tell Cheng Zhi. This may be her last self-esteem and pride. She pursed her lips, changed the subject stiffly and said, "Fasten your seat belt."
Cheng Zhi raised his hand and stroked his hair casually, "What are you going to do? Let's go down."
They were at Bian Shan so they must have fun.
Bo Huan glanced at Cheng Zhi, and got out of the car.
After Cheng Zhi took two laps in Bian Shan, he stopped comfortably. When the roar of the engine stopped, he thought of Bo Huan on the side.
He glanced sideways at Bo Huan, only to see that her expression on the side remained unchanged, without the panic of ordinary girls, no screaming, nor fear of crying. She seemed to be used to this for a long time, and even her sitting posture did not change much.
Cheng Zhi realized that Bo Huan was really not afraid. People who had not drag raced in the past may feel dizzy and vomit at such extreme speeds, but none of these symptoms appeared in her.
Maybe, she didn't really lie. Yet, it was not like she simply liked the sport.
He didn't care about the process and didn't take it to heart. He hit the steering wheel with one hand, "Let's go back."
When Bo Huan arrived at school the next day, Li Xiaoxiao asked her, "I heard that you stopped the car when school was over yesterday?"
Although there were not many people at the school gate, some students saw that scene and the news spread very quickly.
So Bo Huan was not surprised and nodded.
Li Xiaoxiao cupped her face in her hands, "How was it, isn't the school grass's car particularly comfortable to sit in?"
Bo Huan: "…you will know if you try?"
Li Xiaoxiao shook her head, "How can I try? I don't have the courage like you."
Li Xiaoxiao felt that Bo Huan had changed a lot in just one day. It was not her appearance, but that her character had changed.
In fact, as Bo Huan's deskmate, Li Xiaoxiao knew that she liked Cheng Zhi. Although Bo Huan thought she was hiding it very well, how could she avoid the glaring eyes of her deskmate?
Every time they did morning exercises, they passed by the door of Class 12. Li Xiaoxiao found that Bo Huan would inadvertently look to the last few rows of Class 12.
Who was in the last few rows, it went without saying.
In the past, Bo Huan liked Cheng Zhi silently, but Li Xiaoxiao discovered that she suddenly took the initiative to attack. Was it because she knew that they were about to graduate from high school and didn't have much time, so she wanted to give it a go?
Every minute and every second of senior high school students was precious
Even if Bo Huan confessed, it would soon be submerged under the intensive examination papers of senior high school.
In the critical moment in life, who cared who others liked?
So except for Li Xiaoxiao and the other classmates who were close to her, everyone else had nothing to do with it at all.
At noon, the monitor asked if she wanted to sign up for the talent show.
Bo Huan didn't respond. After a while, she remembered that what the monitor was saying should be a talent show at the college entrance examination motivation meeting.
In her previous life, she had no talent in high school, but she learned a little bit in the more than ten years since she went to university.
Bo Huan thought for a while, got up and walked to him, "Monitor, I'll sign up."
The monitor glanced at Bo Huan unexpectedly, "What talent?"
"Violin."
He wrote her name, "In our class, only you had signed up. But other classes seem to have a lot of registrations. There are only three places for the whole year. The teacher will have to select you after seeing you. "
"I know, thank you monitor."
Bo Huan couldn't remember who the three places in the previous life fell to. She only remembered that Cheng Zhi never participated in such school activities.
Obviously he was versatile, but his talents were only known to those closest to him.
He didn't want to spend any time with people or things that he was not interested in.
For example, acting in front of the entire school's teachers and students was not of interest to him. In the same way, he would not spend time on other unfamiliar people.