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

There are still 10 minutes before school, the exam is over, and after the math papers are collected,

Xiao Huihui, the math class representative, took out a bulging orange bag.

At this moment, students with and without mobile phones all looked at the bag.

The school allows you to bring your mobile phone, but you have to hand it in, and it will be sent out after school is over on the weekend. You can play for half a day, so that students can chat with their families. After all, many students live in boarding schools.

My home may be dozens of miles away from the school, and sometimes I can’t go home once a semester for several months.

However, connecting with family members is secondary, playing games, reading novels, five rows, and listening to a certain sound are the main ones.

But it only lasts half a day, and it has to be handed over to the teacher for safekeeping on weekend nights.

Mobile phones are strictly controlled. Every student who brings a mobile phone to school has a record.

Except for Cheng Ke, because he has two mobile phones.

Xiao Huihui put the bag of mobile phones on the table of the podium, and said loudly.

"You can come and get your phone."

As soon as the words fell, many students rushed forward, like those aunts and uncles who knew that there was a promotion in the supermarket.

At this moment, although there were still a few minutes before get out of class ended, the atmosphere in the classroom had become extremely relaxed. Many students were whispering, some were discussing the math test paper just now, and some were discussing where they should go to play in the afternoon.

There was even a discussion about what to have for lunch later.

It's the weekend, and the school gate is free to come and go. Of course, I won't go to the cafeteria to eat. After a holiday, I can't go to the snack street outside the school gate to have a meal.

"Jiang Chen, wait for my son to play volleyball."

The turtle patted Jiang Chen's shoulder and said.

"it is good."

Jiang Chen nodded in response.

Every weekend when school is over, Jiang Chen and the others are not in a hurry to cook, and they always go to the playground to play volleyball for 10 minutes.

Although they prefer to play basketball, it doesn't hurt to play volleyball once in a while. Basketball confrontation is too fierce, so play volleyball to keep healthy.

Definitely not because there are a lot of girls in volleyball.

After a while, the bell rang, get out of class was over, and many students rushed out with their schoolbags on their backs.

"Squad leader, grab the field."

At this time, Zhu Xiaobing, the representative of the Chinese class, called out to the class monitor, Xiao Lizi.

Xiao Lizi, who is the class monitor, responded, picked up a volleyball and rushed out of the classroom.

"Jiang Chen, old man."

Turtle Road.

"Wait."

Jiang Chen said.

"Forget it, Cheng Gexing and I will go first and help Xiao Lizi to take care of the place. He will treat my son alone, so don't get robbed."

After speaking, the tortoise and Cheng Kexing ran out of the classroom.

"Okay, I'll go after I'm done."

Jiang Chen said, but his eyes were always looking at the Youth Digest on the desktop.

After a while, Jiang Chen finished reading the story, closed the book, stuffed it in the drawer randomly, and just wanted to get up and set off.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of An Yimo still sitting on the seat, playing with a mobile phone, with light blue wired earphones plugged into his ears.

Jiang Chen turned his head and looked, An Yimo's phone case had a light blue background, mountains, grass bent by the wind, blue sky, white clouds, Jiang Chen guessed that it should be in a certain Hayao Miyazaki movie of a scene.

light blue?
Jiang Chen suddenly discovered that many things of the beautiful girl with short hair are light blue, schoolbag, earphone, mobile phone case, and even her water bottle is also starry sky blue.

Do you like light blue so much?

Thinking about it, Jiang Chen glanced at An Yimo's phone again, and found that she was playing Netease Cloud Music, probably looking for songs.

After a while, Wei Fangyu backed out, and Jiang Chen saw that the wallpaper on her phone was a girl playing the piano, and then the screen went black.

Ok?
"Jiang Chen, what are you doing?"

An Yimo's voice sounded, the tone was not warm, as if talking to everyone in the same tone.

Sometimes with a smile, not indifferent, but there is always a feeling of repelling people thousands of miles away.

"It's nothing, I took a few glances, ah yes, are you still leaving?"

Jiang Chen smiled embarrassingly, and quickly changed the subject.

"There are a lot of people now, let's go later."

An Yimo replied.

"Ok."

Said, Jiang Chen got up, and said again.

"If you're not in a hurry to go home, you can play volleyball, it's fun, and you can meet some friends."

Hearing this, An Yimo and Jiang Chen looked at each other, their slender eyelashes blinked like a beautiful butterfly flapping its wings.

After thinking for a while, the girl shook her head.

"No, let's play."

"Ok."

Seeing this, Jiang Chen didn't say anything anymore, but left his position.

An Yimo glanced at Jiang Chen's back, turned her head, looked at the scenery outside the window and blinked, the light in her eyes dimmed a little, and there was one of her favorite songs, "A Poor Life Comes to Life" by her ear. The Endless Paradise".

"You are a paradise that I can't reach in my life, but I still hope for it"

She likes this song because a long time ago, she had insomnia until late at night, and then she fell asleep slowly after listening to this song.

Thinking about it, she involuntarily lay down on the table, her eyes were always looking out of the window, the blue sky and white clouds, the sun shining down on the earth, the shadows of the trees were mottled, and the breeze was blowing. Looking at this scene, she curled up her lips, revealing two dimples .

In fact, she really wants to play volleyball, and also really wants to meet a few friends, like Jiang Chen, the three of them bicker every day, arguing about who is the father, sharing what they chased last night, and who else beautiful girl in class.

She has also dreamed that she has such a good friend, one is enough, not too many, share with her her favorite songs, favorite books, and one or two excerpts of copywriting, maybe you can also chat The handsome guy I met or something.

However, she would refrain from talking about those insomnia nights and those sad stories. The book said that it is not good to share bitterness with friends.

An Yimo, what are you thinking, you are always the first in grades, you should be very happy, right?

But it doesn’t seem to be the case. I study hard and get good grades to make my mother happy. When I was young, I practiced copybooks, learned piano, and many other things seem to be like this...

An Yimo was thinking like this, looking at the blue sky outside the window, the many white clouds changed several shapes.

But the moment Jiang Chen walked out of the classroom door, he couldn't help but turned around and glanced at the girl, with light blue earphones, short hair slightly swaying, staring out the window in a daze, feeling an indescribable emotion welling up in his heart.

But he paused, and ran to the volleyball court.

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