hello nemesis

I was still the second child in the third year of junior high school.

Except for the month when my old enemy was away, I won the first place once.

When the psychology teacher passed the recording to the old enemy, I happened to come in to pick up the schoolbag I dropped in the consulting room.

I saw the panicked teacher and the unbroken mobile phone on the ground.

Nokia, well, a good brand.

I picked it up with a smile, returned it to the teacher, and said to the teacher sincerely: "Teacher, it's snowing outside."

I cursed Mo Ze in my heart to die of cold this year, choked to death when drinking water, choked to death when eating, crashed to death while walking, and died from overwork while doing homework.

As for the psychology teacher, oh, I wish her a big heart and grow old faster than the speed of light.

Since I was a dangerous person, the school adjusted my dormitory and let me live alone.

Then I still have no friends.

Then I applied for a computer from my dad.

I really don't care about that.

I go to class on time every day, eat on time and play games on time. I am immersed in the virtual world, and I don't care who Mo Ze is.

Sometimes sitting in the cafeteria, I heard the people next to me say that Moze and Banhua have made boyfriend and girlfriend, and they also say that they are with Xiaohua.

I just listen to the story.

Oh, you stupid ones, I'm afraid you don't know that the person you're talking about has masturbated himself, and he's still in the dormitory.Maybe he slept with a girl before he was a teenager.

hansome?gentle?clever?Kind?You can think so if you want to.

What to do with me!

I was in the provincial experiment in high school, well, Moze is also here.

But we are no longer in the same class.

I think I'm a bit stupid. I can change schools and classes, so why am I so stubborn not to move.

So finally not in the same class as Moze, I feel the air is fragrant.

Provincial experiment management is relatively strict, and computers are not allowed.

There are policies and countermeasures. I started to spend two hours at noon and one and a half hours at night playing games in Internet cafes.

My house was demolished, and the family didn’t want to build a house. I took the money and bought a house by myself. It is relatively close to the school, four stops away.

I started my commuting career.

The bus was not easy to take, so I started to ride my bike to and from school.

Commuting students only have one evening self-study session. I leave school at 07:30 every day, ride home for 10 minutes, memorize English words on the road, do homework between classes, and basically play computer for three hours when I go home.

Waves to fly.

So I don't go to Internet cafes often.

I know I have to study hard and play games just to make up for not having friends around.

In addition, my voice began to change, and I stopped talking to my classmates.

Until I met my second best buddy in an Internet cafe.

I really think that guy is cool!

He has dyed hair, tattoos on his wrists, and all kinds of Shamat accessories on his neck and hands. The school didn't care about him. He usually sleeps on the table in class, but he didn't know that he was the first in the exam.

Well, that's right, the grades are fake, it is said that this person hacked into the teacher's computer and changed the grades.

I have always kept a respectful distance from this kind of person, but he has a nice voice!I heard him sing "Li Ge" in an Internet cafe, and I really want to call him "Brother Li"!

I began to consciously contact Li Yi.

Li Yi, although his grades are not very good, but he is good at playing games, Lu Ziye, I always feel that this person is like a magnet, always attracting my attention.

I played a few games with him, and we became brothers after having dinner together at noon.

There is no old enemy, Li Yi counts as the friend I have played with for the longest time.

As for not being friends with Li Yi anymore, it was because my grades had regressed too much. I reined in the precipice and unilaterally broke up with Li Yi. I handed over my pocket money and my computer, and stopped playing games.

Then I got No.1 for the second time in my life, first in grade.

I searched for a long time but didn't see Mo Ze's name. Finally, I heard my classmates chatting. It is said that his hand was broken.

I just wanted to look up to the sky and laugh out loud, saying, "It's what you deserve!"

But thinking that this No.1 might be given by my old enemy, I feel very unhappy.

High school is so busy that time flies by in the blink of an eye.

There are two rocket classes, I am in the second class, and my old enemy is in the first class.

The seniors and sisters in the third year of high school are about to take the college entrance examination, but their coming-of-age ceremony has not yet been held.

The new vice-principal gave advice to the teachers, asking each grade to present a program to celebrate the coming-of-age ceremony.

Then the two rocket class teachers in the second year of high school joined together and decided to produce a program together, poetry recitation-"To the Oak Tree".

Then add it all up, it seems that the No.1 of these two classes have no intersection. It is also okay to take this opportunity to make good connections and exchange learning methods!

So my old enemy and I rehearsed together as the lead reader, but I was very awkward.

"If I love you--

Not like a climbing lily flower,

Use your tall branches to show off yourself..."

This was read by my old enemy. I silently shook my goosebumps and continued without changing my expression:

"If I love you--

Never learn from infatuated birds,

Repeat the monotonous song for the green shade;"

Then I saw my old enemy also tugged at the corner of his mouth, and his body moved slightly.

Mmm, mighty goosebumps!

There are ten students in each class, except for two leaders, the rest are read together:

"It's not just like a fountain, sending cool comfort all the year round;

It is not just like a dangerous peak, which increases your height and sets off your majesty. "

Me: "Even daylight."

Enemy: "Even the spring rain."

Teacher: "Those two lead readers, you look at each other, one looking at the sky and the other at the ground, is it really sunshine or spring rain?"

Me: "Oh."

Enemy: "Yeah."

I turned my head to look at my old enemy, it was the first time in four years that I looked at him seriously again.

I remember a poem by Du Fu called "The Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking", in which there is a line "Zongzhi is a handsome and handsome young man, with his head up and his eyes looking at the blue sky, as bright as a jade tree before the wind".

This poem is too long, I can't remember it clearly, the only thing I remember is this line, what came to my mind at the time was the old enemy.

Looking at him now, this line of poetry comes to mind.

Teacher: "Do it again."

The old enemy looked at me, it was already summer, he wore little, a white shirt buttoned up to his Adam's apple, and he was wearing a red tie that everyone has. He said softly to me, "If I Love you--"

I lowered my head and retched suddenly with a "wow", and laughed loudly behind me.

I didn't do it on purpose, but I suddenly wanted to vomit, and I wanted to vomit very much.

Is this old enemy the same person who pushed me into the water when I was a child?Is it the same person who posted my Secondary Two plans all over the teaching building four years ago?

I'm starting to doubt my memory.

Did I have a long, long dream, these are all my imagination, my fiction, my persecution delusion?

I'm doubting myself.

The recitation with the old enemy's class quickly cooperated tacitly. Everyone memorized their own words, the cohesion was smooth, the recitation was full of emotion, and the final performance ended successfully.

No.2.

No.1 is a performance of a historical drama, so if this kind of recitation can be rated as No.2, it is considered a good grade.

After all, the homeroom teacher leads the rocket class, so how can he really spend precious time for the students to seriously rehearse. No.2 has a bonus of 300 yuan, and this song "To the Oak Tree" can also be used in Chinese composition, which can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone.

I actually eased the relationship with my old enemy.

I don't know why, but I just don't hate him so much all of a sudden.

The math teacher was taught by two rocket classes. Sometimes I would ask the teacher questions and meet my old enemy. The teacher even asked us to discuss it by ourselves. I found out that my old enemy is really a very powerful person.

For geometric diagrams, I usually can’t think of the problem-solving process without drawing the auxiliary line, but my old enemy taught me to infer the process of the argument from the answer of the proof, and find the auxiliary line while changing the inference.

For the equation, I usually just have a problem with the calculation, but the old enemy can make me make no mistakes in the calculation.

Linear algebra, I think I have no problem, but my old enemy can come up with a simpler method than me.

I... I really doubt that primary and junior high school are all my dreams.

After all, this person treated me unreservedly, taught me, and guided me.

until he kissed me.

Four years is really long, so long that I almost forgot how bad my old enemy is.

I thought I didn't care about anything, but I was really just kidding myself.

Deceive yourself.

We solved several test papers together. When I saw the clock, it was already ten o'clock. I wanted to go to the bathroom, but my old enemy said that he would go with me.

The security guards have already started clearing people, and the lights in the toilets have been turned off.

I wasn't really scared, but I actually felt a little happy that my old enemy was walking next to me.

When I got to the toilet, the light was next to the door. I was about to turn on the light when my old enemy grabbed my hand. His hand touched my chest, pushed me to the wall, and then he pressed me up.

My heart, like potassium meeting water, exploded with a "boom".

Something soft rubbed against my lips, like a superficial touch, and I thought of the lips of my old enemy. His lips have always been beautiful and shiny.

Touch and share.

I bit my lip and licked my own.

"But that's it." The old enemy let me go, and said this sentence mockingly, and then I heard the sound of the toilet paper packaging bag being opened, the man seemed to wipe his mouth, turned around and left, and threw the paper into the trash can at the door of the toilet inside.

I don't know why, tears just fell.

I was finally sure that those pasts were not my dreams.

I have never really hated a person so much, I hated him so much that I wanted to kill him.

The third year of high school was very hard. I studied every day in the early hours of the morning. Sometimes I almost fell asleep while riding the bicycle. I worked hard to this extent, but I was still the second child.

I know that my old enemy kissed me in order to retaliate against my retching when I was leading the reading, which made many people laugh at him, and it seems that it was later posted on the school post bar.

So he bears a grudge against me, and I have nothing to say.

I want to go to university, I want to fall in love, I want to play games, I want to leave this city, and I want to never meet him again.

I can't compare to him, I admit it.

I don't want to live under his glory or shadow, I want to make friends, I want to have a partner who can chat and play together, I want the kind of brother who can talk about everything, with him, I have no friends and no secrets.

Like a fool, I even once thought I was dreaming.

I was admitted to the Northwest University in college. The wind, sand, and harsh climate here are far away from my hometown. It takes more than 20 hours by train and half a day by plane. I guess no one will come here to seek guilt.

My parents hope that my light bulb will leave as soon as possible, the farther the better.

So, when I saw Moze again, I thought I was hallucinating.

The brother said to me, "You two came from the same place, in the same dormitory, male fourth 233, let's go to the housekeeper to get the key together."

I carried the suitcase, smiled and said, "Okay."

When my old enemy and I entered the dormitory, as soon as I lost the suitcase, I picked up the mat and threw it on my old enemy.

"Are you fucking sick?"

My old enemy took my mat, and he actually laughed, "Well, I'm sick."

I resolutely went to the dormitory manager to apply for a change of dormitory, but of course, I didn't agree.

Enemy's bed was made when I got back, and he was opening my suitcase.

I was so angry that I threw my clothes on him, "Do you want to die? You touch my things! Are you crazy? It's fun to tease me?"

He didn't make a sound, watching me throwing clothes all over his head.

I lifted the suitcase, lifted the wheel and hit him on the head.

I thought it would be like in junior high school, when he beat me black and blue, or just now, he cleverly grabbed my mat, but now he didn't hide, and resisted.

There was blood from his head, which stained my clothes red.

I carried the suitcase, threw it in front of him, snorted coldly, and went out.

Live it!

I should have hit it harder and made him a vegetable.

I still like to look at the world from a high place.

I still hate Nemesis.

Sometimes I think I can jump from a high place and make sure my head is on the ground, so that if I fall to my death, my four legs will be clean.

If I hadn't hit my head, fell into a vegetable state, or been paralyzed, I'd be mad at myself.