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It turned out that he had a boyfriend, which was normal.It's normal for a girl who looks very good to fall in love.It's just that it's for boys.

Suddenly, I feel a little uncomfortable in my heart, like small bugs dormant in spring suddenly come out from the cracks in the ground, the sourness is mixed with the itching of Suma.The itch spread to the bottom of my heart, I couldn't reach it, but it reminded you of its existence.

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Chapter 2 You have to look at it to draw a picture

Life in the first year of high school is much busier than that in junior high school.More subjects, more difficult courses.Fortunately, compared to the third year of high school, we can still participate in all activities, even if we are not interested in these activities at all.

The head teacher stood at the front of the class and explained to us the theme of the blackboard newspaper and the things to pay attention to.

"Xie Yi." She suddenly called me, "Is it your job to make this painting?"

"Yeah." I agreed indifferently.

She seemed very relieved, and added: "If you have any difficulties, let me know, and I will find a few more people to help you."

Before I could reply, her topic jumped to another matter.In the recent period, there will be teachers who frequently come to the class to inspect the class situation. Everyone must pay attention to cheer up in class, Yunyun.

I looked down at the vocabulary book in my hand, trying to remember a few, but unfortunately they couldn't stay in my mind.Words are interesting, but they look one way and use them another way.

I have always felt that language is quite unreasonable.It's not like mathematical physics has an exact answer.But it is also quite like mathematical physics, there will always be unknown solutions.It can be used in reverse, it is a tool, as long as it can make the audience understand what you mean, it is not just a tool, it has its own place worthy of study.For that alone, I kind of like it.

...but it's still hard to learn.

I sighed.

Jung Ye-yeon was supposed to stay and wait for me after school, but I let her go first.She is a lovely little girl, but unfortunately she is a little talkative.It's not that I hate her, it's just that I like to be alone when I'm painting.

I wrote the math problems I had assigned first, and waited until the corridor was almost full before I put down my pen and prepared to draw.The publicity committee told me about the general design and which parts need some patterns. I only need to draw in these places, and it is not particularly difficult.

She told me that the theme was school uniforms, and she probably asked me to draw two versions of it.I actually thought it would be fine to hang the clothes on the two hooks directly, but seeing how serious she looks, I'm not ashamed to say, let's just draw like this.

I checked the proportions first, and started to think about what the school uniform would look like.As a result, ghosts and gods began to itch when they saw the whole blackboard, and they drew on their own when they couldn't control their hands. It was only when I realized that I had drawn a bust of Yao Yue.

Dazed.

I sighed, lowered my head and patted the chalk dust on my hands, and planned to go to the front to get a wet rag to wipe off the painting.

Before taking two shots, I heard a laughing voice from the door behind:

"Is this me?"

What are you? This is Yao Yue.

I rolled my eyes and planned to turn around and tell that girl to stop thinking about it.

As a result, I saw Yao Yue who leaned against the door frame and looked at me sideways.

I don't know how other people will deal with this situation, it's beyond what I can handle anyway.

In the afternoon when no one was around, I secretly painted the object I liked, and was directly seen by the person concerned. The clothes I painted were all from the day of the party, and I couldn’t quibble even if I wanted to quibble.

I can only blame my own painter for being too superb.

I let out a muffled sound as an answer.

She didn't seem to plan to wait for my reaction, or she estimated that I would not have any reaction.She walked a few steps over and smiled at me: "I like this painting very much, can you give it to me?"

I didn't know how to answer for a moment, whether the painting was drawn on paper or not, I couldn't tear it off and give it to her. Could it be that I dismantled the blackboard and asked her to take it back, and then bought a new one myself? Think about it. Too likely, the blackboard is so heavy, can she move it? Does this count as theft of school property?

Before I could come up with a result, she reached into her pocket to find what she wanted, and tried to find it in her pants again.

But it's a pity that she is wearing a skirt today, and there is obviously no place to put things.She pursed her lips and looked at me: "I don't seem to have a mobile phone, can you take a picture and send it to me?"

It turned out that she was going to shoot, and I was relieved that I didn't have to tear down the blackboard, but then my brain was stimulated by the received language and immediately shut down.

Sending it to her means that I have her contact information directly.Paintings can also harvest the contact information of the person you have a crush on, and this wave is sure to make a profit.

I suppressed the ecstasy in my heart, nodded and said yes with a calm face.Then I stood a little further away and took a picture of the painting.After the filming, he raised his head to look at her and asked, "Then I added you...?"

"Wechat." She quickly picked up my words, "I'll give you the number."

I nodded and entered the string of numbers she said.

"...Clock Tower Milk Cake?"

"correct."

I sent the friend verification point to her and nodded to her.

"All right."

"Thank you." She smiled at me.

I shook my head: "It's okay."

Just when I thought the next standoff was about to follow, she looked at the blackboard and then at me: "Is there anything I can do for you? Like wipe the blackboard? Or something, I don't have anything to do right now, huh?" She raised her eyebrows to look at me.

In fact, I really want to keep her for a while, but I'm too embarrassed to say that I happen to be painting school uniforms, why don't you stay and let me paint like that.I had no choice but to say regretfully: "It's okay, I can do it myself."

She looked a little disappointed, and it might be because the sun set and the angle of the reflected light changed, which caused the shadows to increase, making her look a little gloomy.But I have already said it, and it is impossible to take it back, so I can only continue to remain silent.

"Then can I sit here and watch you draw? I don't make a sound, just watch." She seemed to be a little cautious because of my alienated attitude before, and she held up a hand guarantee.

"Yes." As soon as she finished speaking, I answered her, "And there is..." I hesitated for a moment and continued, "I'm going to draw the school uniform now, can I trouble you to let me make a reference by the way?"

She breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I thought you were going to drive me away, of course you can, do you need me to stand there?"

"It's okay, you can just sit down." I pointed to the chair beside me, "I might forget something."

"Okay." She agreed briskly, gathered her skirt with her hands and sat down.

She really didn't make a sound after that, maybe she was afraid of disturbing me, or maybe she just wanted to watch me draw.After I determined the proportions, I started to write, and I went to her to make some corrections from time to time.She always smiles at me when I turn my head.

Don't laugh, I can't remember the color of the collar I saw just now.

The classroom window was half open, and a few wisps of wind blew in, carrying the aroma of her hair shampoo into my nostrils.It has a milky smell, very similar to the milky smell of ice cream that has melted under the hot sun. I smiled softly when I turned my head to modify the folds of the skirt. She probably didn't notice it, but just stared at the blackboard in a daze. , Occasionally shake your feet twice.

It would be great if this moment could be stretched infinitely.

Just this classroom, just me and her.

The author has something to say: Why is there no two blank words in the first line after copying from the mobile phone????

Chapter 3 Let's talk a few words