初晴微微一愣。三年八班，那是全校皆知的第二类组资优班。
她点点头，将这句话默默记在心里，转身推开麦当劳厚重的玻璃门，重新走入十月午後那依然闷热的台北街头。
沈宇帆坐在靠窗的位子上，拿起手里的大麦克咬了一口。目光透过玻璃窗，看着那个娇小却倔强的背影渐渐消失在南yAn街的人海里。
他突然有些期待，一周後在练团室里，这个理科生会给他们带来什麽样的震撼。
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Chapter16:Mald’sge—andaSceStudent’sProgressReport
“Number193!Number193—yMacmealisready!”
Thecallrangoutfromtheter.
“I’llgetit.”
Elianstood,hislonglegscarryinghimtotheter.HereturhatrayholdingaBigMac,argefries,andtwocolddrinks.HeslidthelonelysmallfriesovertoCra,thensatdownacrossfromher.
Crapickedupafry—butdidrightaway.Theprecisecalcutorinherheadhadalreadystartedrunningagain,evaluatingeveryvariablethatwouldewithjoiningthebaweek.
“Howlongdoyouguyspracticeeachtime?”sheaskedseriously,pushinghergssesup.“IsitstillthatrehearsalstudioinXimending?”
EliantookabiteofhisBigMac.Hisdeepgazecutacrossthetableandlyontheayshe’dhiddenfardowninhereyes.
Attheter,theimageofheremptyingherpursedowntothestbitofgewasstillvivid.Heklywhatahighschoolerlivingonfivehundreddolrsaweek—someonewhohadtocalcuteevenlunch—wasreallyaskingwhenshesaid*howmanyhours*and*whichstudio*.
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