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"Cool gl at the end of the season" Author: Xi Ya

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High school campus text.

The protagonist is an introverted and loyal female schoolmaster,

Wen can write love letters, Wu can fight hooligans,

Wisdom fights the poisonous scorpion girl, cleverly solves the secret shooting situation.

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Content tags: Flowering season, rainy season, growing campus

Search keywords: protagonists: Li Xiaozhu, Luo Chuliang, the end of the season┃ Supporting actors: Zhang Yan, Dai Anqi, Duan Feifan┃ Others: campus, secret love, bullying

Chapter 1 First Meeting

The first time I heard her name was one morning after the sophomore class in high school, the head teacher called her name.

The three words were spit out in a slightly hoarse voice, Luo Chuliang.

Along with the name, there was a lazy and charming voice.

It came in a very brief sound, with a slight trailing sound, which hooked people's minds for no reason.

I was sitting in the first row of the fourth group. I was silently remembering the chronology of the establishment of Chinese dynasties with my chin resting on one hand and eyes downcast. When I heard the name, my eyes suddenly lit up.

Turning his head suddenly to see what the owner of the name looked like, there was a crisp ding from the base of his ear... twisting his neck.

Fortunately, I still remember that of course I was in class, and I gritted my teeth and choked back the three words "Ouch, hello" that had come to my lips.

But at this time the head teacher clicked on my name - "Li Xiaozhu".

I was startled when my name was called suddenly, and I subconsciously opened my mouth to answer, but the word that was blocked just now swished out the moment I opened my mouth.

So I thought about answering in my heart, but when I opened my mouth, there was a loud sound—"Ouch!"

The class suddenly burst into laughter, and it was a shame.

I felt that my face seemed to be on fire, and I quickly turned my head around with my palms on my neck.

I looked up and met the head teacher Bao Gong's sharp eyes, which scared me to lower my head quickly, pretending to be serious and continue to look at my historical data book.

Look, what to look at, I don't want to, I twisted my neck, I muttered to myself.

The roll call is still going on, and students arrive one after another, but I can't listen to it anymore, and the name Luo Chuliang is all I can think of.

Luo Chuliang, Luocheng is slightly cool in early summer, hey, it sounds so good. When I hear this name, I feel refreshed and immortal. How can other people's names be so immortal and so comfortable?

Where is it like me, Li Xiaozhu, I complained about my name in my heart for the nth time.

Recalling a certain noon in the first year of high school——

After my nickname "Little Pig" was once again known to everyone, I finally couldn't help it.

Faced with confusion, he changed his usual slow motion, grabbed his schoolbag and rode his bicycle back home.

When I opened the door, I yelled "Mom!"

At that time, my mother was walking out of the kitchen with a bowl of yellow and brown things. When she saw me, she immediately showed a kind smile similar to that of grandma wolf.

"It's just right for me to come back. The steamed pork liver with loofah flowers just out of the pan is best eaten while it's hot."

"..." Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing?Why do I have to come back so early today?

I looked at the bowl of sauce-brown pork liver, and the corners of my mouth kept twitching.

My mother didn't know where to get the folk prescription. She said that steamed pork liver with loofah flowers has a miraculous effect on treating myopia.

I can understand my mother's painstaking efforts, but she has to make people eat this food.

Thinking of the greasy, fishy, ​​astringent and bitter taste of the last time I ate this stuff, I wanted to run away.

The question I wanted to ask when I came back in such a hurry, I didn’t know which Java country I had been forgotten for a long time. Fortunately, my witty mother reminded me.

"You just seem to have something urgent to tell me?"

"What?" I was still immersed in the bitterness of the pork liver, and it took me a long time to react.

"Yes, I want to ask you, mother, why did you name me Li Xiaozhu?"

"Your name comes from a poem I liked very much when I was young."

I was shocked at the time, what, my name can still be related to poetry and painting?I hurriedly asked my mother: "What poem?"

"You change your shoes and wash your hands first, let's talk slowly."

I quickly took off my shoes, ran to the bathroom to wash my hands, wiped my hands on the towel, ran to my mother in a hurry, and looked at her expectantly.

Mom was sitting at the dining table at this time, and patted the chair next to her, "Sit."

I sat down obediently and looked at her with small eyes bulingbuling.

Mom once again showed the same smile as grandma Lang, and said with a smile: "Eat this bowl of good food for Mingmu, and I will tell you."

Only then did I realize that there was a bowl of soy sauce brown sauce in front of me. I thought something was wrong in my heart, so I got up and slipped away.

My mother grabbed my hand like lightning, "Don't you want to know the origin of your name? I'll tell you after eating."

With a kind and kind smile, and a gentle and persuasive voice, there is no doubt that the wolf grandma is there.

Humph, but I'm not Little Red Riding Hood.

I picked up my chopsticks and counted the pork livers in the bowl, "Six yuan? No, it's too much, it doesn't exist."

"Then you can eat five yuan."

"Up to two dollars."

"Three yuan, no less." Mom made the final decision,

I picked up a piece of pork liver and looked at my mother, "Does my name really come from a certain poem?"