The school girl at the same table can't be a middle school girl

Back in the classroom, Jiang Chen sat on the chair, put his hands on the table, looked relaxed, and scanned the entire classroom with his eyes.

Although it was self-study in the afternoon, there were still some people whispering in every corner of the classroom.

Lao Hua hasn't come yet, everything can be messed up.

Jiang Chen glanced at his new deskmate next to him.

At this time, An Yimo was wearing light blue earphones, probably listening to music, writing something with a pen in her slender right hand.

An Yimo's desk did not have a high wall of books like Jiang Chen's, so Jiang Chen saw that she was doing a math paper at a glance.

So serious.

Jiang Chen muttered in his heart.

At this time, a gust of wind blew from the window, bringing again the faint milky scent from An Yimo's body.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

The shimmer hit her side face, making it a little softer.

Jiang Chen was a little dumbfounded.

An Yimo was thinking about a big math problem, about the application of hyperbola.

But she suddenly noticed Jiang Chen's gaze, and she didn't respond to it at first, maybe he was looking at the scenery outside the window, even if he looked at her, it was only a few glances, she was used to this kind of gaze over the years.

But after she solved that math problem, that gaze was still there.

This time, An Yimo frowned lightly, turned her head, and just met Jiang Chen's black eyes.

"Student Jiang, is there something on my face? Why are you staring at me?"

An Yimo's tone was a bit cold.

Jiang Chen made a gesture, and was suddenly a little embarrassed. He was caught peeking at others.

Then Jiang Chen, who was going to apologize, suddenly saw something, and suddenly had an idea.

He said calmly.

"Student An, don't slander me. I was looking at the bird outside the window. Look at that tree. Is there a bird?"

As Jiang Chen said, he pointed to a bird on a tree not far from the window.

Hearing Jiang Chen's words, An Yimo looked out of the window along his fingers, and looked carefully, there was really a bird standing on a tree, beating lightly.

But the next moment the bird seemed to have discovered something, flapped its wings and flew away.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.

Fortunately, I didn't fly away so fast, and God is still on my side.

Now it was An Yimo's turn to be embarrassed.

Sure enough, the club took turns, and the next time I came to her house.

After whispering sorry to Jiang Chen, An Yimo looked down at the math paper on the table, holding the pen in her right hand, and kept drawing circles on the draft paper.

I'm a little embarrassed, what should I do?
Draw a circle and curse him.

Jiang Chen didn't look at her anymore, but called out to Cai Hua who was sitting in front of An Yimo.

"Cauliflower, do you have the latest issue of Youth Digest?"

After Caihua heard it, she didn't turn her head to say anything, but directly lowered her head, rummaged in the drawer, and then took out a brand new colored board Youth Digest and handed it to Jiang Chen.

"Give it back to me after reading it, I haven't read it yet."

"okay."

Jiang Chen responded, then took the Youth Digest and placed it on the table.

Then he took out a Chinese textbook from the book wall and put it on the top, so that he could take it down and resist it when the teacher came, so as not to be caught off guard.

Jiang Chen opened the Youth Digest, and when he was about to feast, the turtle patted him on the shoulder.

"Jiang Chen."

"Why?" Jiang Chen turned around and looked at the turtle.

I saw a smile on the tortoise's face at this time, and he couldn't help laughing.

"Jiang Chen, I just remembered a joke, this joke is really funny."

"What joke?"

Jiang Chen asked curiously.

"There is a peak, Xiaojie came to a mountain, and then saw it."

The tortoise couldn't help laughing just after saying this.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen was puzzled.

"Turtle, what's wrong?"

The tortoise straightened his expression, trying to make himself look like a serious teacher.

"Xiao Jie saw it!"

But just after finishing this sentence, there was endless laughter again.

This scene made Jiang Chen feel inexplicable.

"Turtle, what did Xiaojie see?"

Jiang Chen said impatiently.

"Little Jackie."

The turtle took a deep breath and calmed down, just when Jiang Chen thought he could finish that joke normally, he laughed again.

"Xiaojie rides on the mountain, hahaha..."

The tortoise laughed more and more, and finally squatted down beside the chair, covering his belly with one hand and beating the floor with the other, causing many people in the class to look in his direction. Hand him over and scold him.

"Ah, no, it hurts my stomach from laughing."

"How about Sen? Jiang Chen, isn't it funny?"

"You haven't said that yet."

Jiang Chen was a little speechless.

"Didn't you tell me?"

The tortoise said innocently.

Jiang Chen: "."

In the afternoon, when the bell rang for the end of the last class, Cheng Xing picked up the basketball under the table and ran out at a speed no less than that of running to the cafeteria to cook.

"Turtle, Jiang Chen, let's go, if you slow down, the show will end."

"it is good."

Jiang Chen and Wu Gui both agreed, and then ran out of the classroom.

Today is Saturday, as usual, you can come back for evening self-study at 8:[-] in the evening.

So Jiang Chen can play basketball for an hour or two after school today.

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playground,

Three minutes after class, at this time, the playground was full of people. Some went to the cafeteria to cook, some went to run on the playground outside, some rushed to the school gate with their schoolbags on their backs, and some rushed to the dormitory to rush to the toilet to take a shower.

These days, fast running is required for eating and bathing.

Slow, no food, no bathroom to take a shower.

Roll, roll hard.

Jiang Chen thought to himself, anyway, he takes a bath at home.

Ten minutes later, the flow of people on the playground was much thinner, most of them were students sweating on the basketball and volleyball courts.

At this time, on the basketball court in the corner of the playground, a group of people formed a circle, and there were three Jiang Chen inside.

After playing health-preserving balls for more than ten minutes while laughing and teasing, almost everyone on the court came, including some from their own class, such as Xiao Lizi, the squad leader of Lao Hua's general.

There are also some people in the neighboring class. After a few games, they are naturally acquainted.

"There are 9 of us, and we can just be divided into three teams."

Cheng Xing held the ball, looked around the crowd and said.

Everyone nodded, expressing no opinion.

"Okay, let's start spinning the ball."

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On the other side, An Yimo looked at the empty classroom, picked up her schoolbag, and played the song "How Can I Forget" in her earphones.

"It's like singing a song that misses you. It used to be the joy you gave me."

She prefers to listen to songs with a hint of sadness in the melody.

Most of the playlists in the MP4 are songs like this, like "The Paradise You Can't Get to in Your Life" and "The Gulf of Alaska"

Came to the parking lot of the school, rode on her small blue bicycle, facing the wind, with the sound of songs and wind mixed in her ears, like this, she headed home without any haste.

After about ten minutes.

In Qingxiu District, after parking the car in the parking lot of the community, An Yimo walked home along the cement road. There were clusters of wild flowers, a few longan trees, and other people's small yards along the way. The laughter of children.

After a while, she returned to the gate of her small courtyard and shouted to an old man sitting inside.

"Grandpa, I'm back."

When the old man saw his granddaughter, a kind smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Yimo, you're back. How is the new school? Are you still used to it?"

"pretty good."

An Yimo said, pushed open the small wooden door, and walked into the courtyard.

"Are you hungry?"

"Well, I'm a little hungry."

"Okay, then grandpa will cook for you now."

"Uh-huh."

With a smile on his face, An Yimo nodded obediently, showing two cute dimples on his face.

"Then I'll take a shower first."

After speaking, she walked into the house, put her schoolbag on the sofa in the living room, and then took her clothes into the bathroom.

In addition, there is a mobile phone.

Put the phone in front of the mirror counter, open the playlist in the music, and play "Sunny Day".

The familiar melody gradually sounded, and then she took off her clothes and pants, turned on the shower, and the warm water dripped on her body, and a sadness rose from the depths of her heart instantly, and then wrapped her whole body.

This is a strange phenomenon. As far as I can remember, whenever I take a hot bath, I always feel a special kind of palpitation, like a kind of sad suffocation.

If that guy Jiang Chen found out, maybe he would list it as one of the unsolved mysteries of the earth. If you want to explore it, ah bah, it’s not fun to explore.

Slowly, water mist enveloped the entire bathroom. An Yimo squatted on the ground, curled up with her knees hugged, the warm water dripped down her hair, and traces like tears were drawn on her cheeks.

The whole world is much quieter, only the sound of water and songs.

At this moment, she took off her hard shell, only a soft and lonely heart.

About 10 minutes later, the short-haired beautiful girl came out of the bathroom wiping her hair. At this time, her pretty face was flushed, and her almond eyes like autumn water were even more lingering at the moment.

"Yimo, are you done washing? It's time to eat."

At this time, Grandpa's voice came from the yard.

"All right."

An Yimo responded.

The kitchen in her house is a small room built in the yard, adjacent to the main house.

An Yimo came to the yard, and heard grandpa's voice from the kitchen.

"By the way, you go to the house opposite our house and ask Xiao Shitou to come over for dinner."

small stone?Who is Little Stone?

An Yimo was puzzled and said "oh".

out of the yard.

Outside the courtyard of the house opposite, he called out "little stone."

No one responded, An Yimo frowned slightly and went back.

After a while, An Guoliang, who was sitting in the kitchen, saw his granddaughter standing at the door.

"Grandpa, there is no one."

She said crisply, with a gesture of returning from a mission.

"I don't care about him, he probably hasn't come back yet, let's eat first, maybe that kid ate outside."

"Oh."

An Yimo nodded.

At the dinner table, An Yimo asked after taking a bite of food.

"Grandpa, who is that little stone? Why did you ask him to come to our house for dinner?"

An Guoliang chuckled, then said.

"He is my old neighbor, and I have watched him grow up. His father left a few days ago. I thought he had no one at home to cook for him, so I asked him to come over and eat together. Anyway, this kid I didn't come to eat less."

"Oh."

An Yimo responded with a flat tone.

At around 7 o'clock in the evening, the sweaty Jiang Chen waved goodbye to the turtle and the others, and left the school on a bicycle. First, they had dinner at a restaurant on the street, and then they rode towards home.

Along the way, the wind kept blowing the corner of his clothes.

If it wasn't for the crowds on the road and the fear of social death, he really wanted to shout a few times.

So, he could only hum softly the few lines of lyrics that he was already familiar with.

"I was unable to extricate myself from the size of the world, and I was also intoxicated by childhood love stories"

After returning home, Jiang Chen first sat on the sofa and watched the video for a while, then walked into the bathroom, from undressing, to shampooing, to applying shower gel, and finally to changing clothes after taking a shower, the whole process did not take more than 5 minutes.

It's very quick, so Jiang Chen sometimes finds it hard to understand the fact that girls don't move in the shower for ten, twenty, or ten minutes.

After taking a shower, he sat on the sofa and watched videos again. When it was almost eight o'clock, Jiang Chen rode his beloved small bicycle to school.