backstroke whale

A man surrounded by crowds!

Looking at the group of classmates around her who helped her buy drinks and carry schoolbags, I speculated.

As the crowd walked away, I leaned my head back on the tree trunk, looked at the sky through the leaf gaps on the branches, and recalled her smile carefully.

时间是1993年10月22日下午2:00整。

I began to believe in the existence of love at first sight, and I was destined to suffer bitterness for such a relationship.

(two)

In that extremely depressive youthful era.

Self-righteous willfulness and unreasonable obsession should be the common traits of all high school girls.

The only difference lies in the degree of willfulness or the object of obstinacy.

I am deeply infatuated with your smile, your eyes, and your expression.

That encounter in the afternoon was like a spring thunder waking up to the insects, awakening my sleeping power.and ignorance of sexual orientation.

I have been looking forward to seeing you again.

There are more than 3000 girls of the same age crowded in the small campus. According to the molecular collision theory, the chance of meeting you again should not be small.

However, I haven't seen you since that day when we first met.It's a matter of probability.

I try my best to grasp every possibility - go to the toilet, run to the welfare agency, the library, take a walk on the campus, search around diligently and earnestly like an ant looking for candy, waiting for every chance to meet you.

No one noticed my change, I was pursuing you in a low-key and free manner.

The question is, what can I do if I encounter it?

I don't even know your name.

One Wednesday afternoon, a cold front passed through the border, and the weather was so gloomy that it seemed to be covered with a heavy winter quilt. I took the art and literature weekly report and prepared to hand it over to the school editors.

Stepping into the activity center, I found that it was crowded with the recruitment booths of various clubs and freshmen who chose clubs. I always avoid crowded places. I was about to turn around and leave, but was immediately caught by the sharp-eyed club senior .

"Xueyi! You came just in time, go to the booth and have a look for me, I'll go back to the agency office to get some information."

He was stuffed into a chair with the words "Welcome to the School Editorial Club" in a daze. When he came back to his senses, the senior sister had long since disappeared.

Helpless, he had no choice but to accept the reality blankly like a wax figure.

The noisy meeting place made people lose patience with time. I took out the written art weekly report and read it repeatedly, repeated corrections, and passed the noise.

"It is more blessed to give then to receive...

the wealth of the mind dis the only true wealth..."

A very familiar voice.Like an eternal style at a glance.

The smiling face outside the auditorium, like a close-up of a movie, instantly appeared in my mind.

Raise your head suddenly and search for your figure in the crowd, as precise and unmistakable as a cheetah tracking its prey by scent.

I found you standing in front of the booth of Yingyan Institute with an innocent face, being strongly lobbied by two members.

"Junior girl! Believe me, Yingyan Club is definitely a club with great potential. If you want to improve your language skills, you should join us!" the tall club member lobbied.

"Sister! Don't think about it. Your pronunciation is so good. It's a pity not to join the club. Moreover, the club is famously friendly and will never bully newcomers." appearance.

Curious about your final affiliation, and not wanting to miss any conversations, I got up and approached the British Research Institute.

"Sister, didn't you just say that after I read these two sentences, you are going to tell me where the Guitar Club's booth is?" You asked shyly.

"Well, sure, it's the fifth booth on the left hand side of the podium. But, junior, do you really stop thinking about it?" Yingyanshe didn't give up.

You smiled and said thank you, then turned and left firmly.

I can't help but move in the same direction as you.

"Hi, fiber! Have you chosen your club yet?" Suddenly a person appeared and patted you on the shoulder.I stopped immediately.

You pointed to the direction of the stage, and posed as if you were playing the guitar. The man was amused by your funny appearance, and they walked towards your favorite club together while laughing and making noise.

It turns out that your name is "fiber", fiber.

I slowly sat back at the booth of the editorial agency, recalling everything just now.

Through the glass of the windowsill on the second floor of the activity center, tall coconut trees can be seen swaying in the hazy sky.

How to make two parallel straight lines produce intersection points?With my head down, I pondered all the possibilities.

It is the pride of being overly pampered. I am extremely unwilling to be one of those people who surround you all day long. I am unwilling to only surround you and not enter your heart.

Selfishly want you to know that I am different from them.

Don't take the initiative to approach you, I want you to find me and come to me with all your heart and soul.

Planned scheming is a cloudy weather that is not noticed in the eyes.

Even so, I was still secretly shocked because of such a heart.

Two days later, I successfully got your personal information through the bag inquiring in the class.

Your class, name, home address, phone number, and even which bus you take and where your bicycle is parked are very clear and detailed.

I still remember that when Bao asked classmate to hand me the materials, he said with sympathetic eyes and tone:

"Xueyi! This school girl already has a lot of school sisters and women who recognize her as a collateral. Are you really going to join in the fun?"

I smiled and said nothing, thanked me, and went back to my seat to pack my things.

When you step out of the classroom, you look at the watch below. If the data is correct at 10:14, you will take the No. [-] bus that will leave in [-] minutes.

"The time is just right." I left the school and walked quickly to stop No. 14.

"Jiang Xueyi, let's get ready to join in the fun!" I said to myself in my heart.

From a distance, I saw you standing there with a big guitar on your back. Among the students queuing up in a row, you were the only one with a touch of green.

This is the third time I've met you, but the first time I've seen you in your green school uniform. I have to admit, I'm glad you're alone.

You stand upright, with your hands in your coat pockets, the autumn night breeze blows your thin hair behind your ears, and the profile of your face reflecting the headlights has obvious lines.

You couldn't bear the boredom of waiting for the bus, so you squatted on the side of the road and played with the puppy on the street, ignoring the gazes of others.

I quietly leaned against the street lamp to watch you, and slowly counted eighteen one-yuan copper coins from my wallet and held them in the palm of my hand.

After a while, car No. 14 came slowly, the driver opened the door, and the students got on the car one by one, and each took out their monthly passes for the driver to cut.

I am not a Tong student and I don’t have a monthly pass. I put the 18 yuan copper plate I have been holding in my hand into the cash box, and the metal collides with each other, making a tinkling sound.

The bus was full of students, and you glanced in my direction through the crowd, either because of the noise of the coins or because you realized that I was the only person in the bus wearing the same uniform as you.

But soon, a few freshmen from the same school came up at the next station, and you chatted with them through the crowd on the bus. Obviously, you and them have known each other for a long time.

"Hi! Ah Peng, Zhu Yi, long time no see." Your eyes are full of smiles, "Why do you get a ride here? Are you going to tutoring?"

"That's right! How can you do without tutoring, high school English is really not for people." Ah Peng pushed his glasses.

"It's not like you grew up abroad. You don't have to worry about English at all. I really envy you! Fiber."

"You don't have to envy me. Believe it or not, I only got 34 points in the English composition test last week?"

You made a grimace, stretched out your hand and pulled the slipped guitar strap, and said indifferently.

"Fiber, can I ask you a...some personal question?" Zhu Yi asked next to your body.

"What's the problem?" You still looked indifferent.

"Why does everyone call you 'fiber'? The students in our class are very curious!"

It is nothing special.you say.

The street lights shine through the car window, and your expression flickers on and off.

The bus was driving slowly, moving from the east to the north of the city, constantly discharging and unloading passengers along the way.

"Guava is the number one food in my heart!" When it comes to food, you have always been the center of the topic.

"The Great Gatsby wrote about lost values ​​in the 20th century," you added.

You chat easily with others along the way, from homework to fruit, from tycoon bios to movies.

I am like a sponge, wantonly absorbing everything you said, when the car slowly turned into a residential area in the outskirts of the city, you got off the car lightly.

I was by the window, watching your big guitar slowly shrinking, getting farther away, until finally invisible.

"Good night, fiber!" I whispered in my heart.

This "following trip" took me back to the dormitory until late at night.

The so-called dormitory is just a one-floor apartment rented by a few female students who have left their hometowns like me. It was a freedom that I begged my father for a long time to get permission. Intimacy, and less chances of disputes.

However, lack of intimacy does not mean indifference.

As soon as I entered the door, three pairs of six eyes shot at me with questions and concerns.

I didn't want to explain, I walked quietly to the room, the doorknob hadn't been turned yet, Avon from the same class took the lead in attacking:

"Xueyi, are you okay? Why did you come back so late?"

"Well, it's a little personal."

"What is so important that you skip the ninth quarter quiz?"

"It's nothing, just because I didn't read it, it's useless to stay for the exam." I made excuses.

"What about the school magazine meeting? Xueyi, you have never been absent from any meeting of the school editorial board." The younger sister Jiang, who is also the school editorial board, spoke suspiciously.

The eyes of a group of roommates were full of puzzlement. After all, in their eyes, I was a school girl who was passionate about social affairs, but I actually skipped school and missed the school magazine meeting?No wonder it caused such battles.

Before I could figure out how to explain it, Avon burst out again, which made me feel at a loss: "Are you in a relationship?"

I was startled, but calm on the surface.

Fortunately, Avon went on to joke: "I think you have weird eyes recently, always staring at the English teacher."

When the words came out, everyone laughed.

The originally tense breath suddenly eased, I took advantage of the opportunity to apologize to everyone, turned around and went back to the room to take a shower.

In the steamy bathroom, I brushed my teeth and brushed my hair, looked at myself naked through the mirror, and thought of Avon's unintentional question just now.

"Are you in a relationship?" the naked girl in the mirror asked softly.

"No! No! She is a girl, and so am I! How can...?" I hurriedly denied in astonishment.

"So, why are you following her today?" The naked girl's bright red lips bit me tightly.

"No! I didn't follow her! I just... just wanted to go home with her."

Inexplicably weak, unable to look at the eyes of the naked woman, I hurriedly finished washing and left the bathroom.

The touch of the 18 yuan copper plate is clearly imprinted on the palm of my hand. Really, I just want to accompany, you, go, home for the rest of my life.

(three)

The real reason for action usually exists only in the first moment.

The activity of the cerebral cortex ferments rationality, and the strategist hides the depth of desire habitually.

And I am a leopard waiting for its prey.

A keen eye and impeccable patience are inevitable.

Put the fresh guava into the brown paper bag, write "fiber" with a marker pen and seal it.

Arrive at school on time at [-]:[-] in the morning and secretly put it in your class mailbox.

You will pass the letter box around 07:30, looking in surprise at the bag with the name given to you.

Then look around with an incredulous expression, searching the crowd for possible senders.

This is the reaction you must have after receiving guava for five days in a row.

I love seeing the way you look surprised by this!So I will always stand not far away watching you.

Even so, you still haven't discovered my existence.

Time passed silently and eerily, you ate guava for a whole month in silence, I couldn't help admiring your composure.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and you seem to be thinner. You are very active in school. I heard that you always carry bread around for meetings. I thought about whether I should put a can of chicken essence next to the guava.

One day, I went to bed too late because I was preparing for the exam, and it was almost seven o'clock when I arrived at school the next day. I ran towards the mailbox and wanted to put the paper bag into your mailbox when there were not many people, but I turned into the corridor. You are standing in front of the mailbox.

I hurriedly put the paper bag on the cabinet next to the corner of the letterbox, pretending to be nonchalant, and walked to the letterbox of the second year of high school to read the letters.

"Guava is late today." Your voice washes over me through the rising green tide.

"Wait here, maybe you can meet that mysterious man?"

It turns out that you have always wanted to know who I am, and your joy is like opening a can of sparkling water.

"Stupid fiber! People don't want to show their faces. Seeing you here, will they obediently bring you a guava for you to recognize? You should hide." The people around you are always giving you advice.

"Secretly hiding and waiting? It's too dishonorable!" You looked disapproving.

"You don't have to wait, fiber! This is your guava!" A man suddenly walked towards you with the bag I put on the corner.

I recognized her as the classmate who was fighting with you when you were choosing clubs.

"Li Xiangyun? It turns out that the mysterious guava man is you!" Your expression showed the surprise that belonged to me.

The classmates around you started clamoring, chattering:

"Xiangyun, why are you pretending to be mysterious? You don't sign your name when you send things."

"I already knew you were secretly in love with fiber!"

"Xiangyun, you are finished, you will be cast aside by the guitar club to death!"

"That's right, you will be hunted down by Fiber's supporters!"

With a blushing face, you stopped the conversation with your eyes, staring at the bag in Li Xiangyun's hand, "It's really you who gave me the... gift for so long?"

"Well, there is no other meaning. I just heard that you like guava very much, so I did this."

Li Xiangyun met your gaze calmly, with a surprisingly gentle expression on his face, fearless of the clamoring remarks around him.

She could lie and say it so for granted, I couldn't believe what I was hearing!

"Then, thank you! Guava is delicious." You took the bag and said to her lightly.

"I should have deserved this thank you!" I shouted silently in my heart.

Looking at the back of you turning around and getting further and further away from me, anger, unwillingness and plundered emotions are stagnant in my chest.

I stood still, unable to move, and more and more students gathered in front of the mailbox, coming and going and making noise, drowning out the broken voices in my heart.

(four)

If, trust and suspicion are human nature.

Then, selfishness and plunder must be the bestiality in human love.

The beast in the forest was not injured.It's just that the prey in his arms was plundered.

I put you on the bottom of my blue heart.A long, long time.

Like the soft seaweed surrounded by the ocean deep in the sea, without sunlight.cold.

During the period of the final exam, I always used my lunch break to slip into the swimming pool alone for a swim.

It's not for physical exercise or anything else, simply, I just want to soak in the water, swim like a fish, and fly leisurely in the water.

I feel the cold liquid slipping through the nape of my neck, my arms, and my hair. I am a whale, dancing back and forth around the seaweed, dancing with the tide.

Whenever I get out of the pool, I always find peace, like having a pleasant conversation with you.

Although, in reality, I still don't have such an opportunity.

However, things like "chance" are far more absurd and capricious than "fate".

Two weeks after the term exam is the school celebration week, and the school is full of activities throughout the week.

But this did not cause any ripples in the editorial office. The editorial office has always only produced columns outside the school, and did not participate in school activities.

So when other associations are raving about youth, the editorial agency is still stepping on the text marks leisurely according to the established pace.

But leisure does not mean that you can really stay out of it.

At six o'clock in the evening, the sky is already dark, like hot melted chocolate, the sweet smell in the air evaporates.

I was dragged by Avon, who loves to join in the fun, towards the stage of the school celebration party.

The students are scattered at the school gate, on the playground, inside and outside the auditorium, fading all the green, blooming gorgeously, which is vitality.

It's the icing of youth.

Avon took me to sit near the stage, drinking barley tea that was so sweet that it could be used as syrup, and enjoying the performance.

After a few performances, I couldn't stand the crowd. Avon knew my personality and let me go alone.

With my schoolbag on my back and the sound of falling leaves on the ground, I walked towards the school gate.

Passing the flag-raising platform, I saw the backs of two people by the stairs. One was practicing with a guitar in his hand, and the other was turning over the score. The prelude sounded like the theme song of an old movie, and the guitar sounded a little nervous.

"It's the performer who will perform later." I thought as I walked.

At this point, the guitar player began to sing:

"You don't have to... touchtofeel... loveis...

love is love is nothing... without you... love..."

The wind blew away some of the sounds in the singing, but the clear and fluent articulation awakened me to engrave the sacrificial oration of fate on the heart board.

I was hit at the death spot in the sandalwood, and I was instantly domesticated

is you.

I stopped and leaned against the wall to listen to your practice over and over again, and I also heard your uneasiness.

"These two chords in the second bar of the interlude are always changing, I'm afraid it will delay the beat." You muttered, brushing the strings very hard while being irritated.

I guessed your pouting and frowning expression through the wall.Totally childish.

"The people in the audience may not understand the beat, don't worry, I think the singing part is more important, not too many people will pay attention to the guitar, don't worry! You sing English really well Yay!" The person next to you is comforting you, and that voice is Li Xiangyun.

"I'd rather sing out of tune than play a wrong note on the guitar! Xiangyun, go to the auditorium to watch the performance, and I can turn the score myself." You spoke very coldly.

"It's okay, I'm not interested in those performances, I'll stay here with you! It must be too cold for your fingers to be flexible. I'll buy hot coffee to warm your hands later, okay?"

"I'm not a child, I don't need to be accompanied, and you're not interested in guitar, won't you be bored?" You don't appreciate it.

"It's not boring, how could it be boring? I don't know how happy you are here playing the guitar and singing to me..."

"But I'm bored." You interrupted the other person coldly, got up with the guitar and walked to the auditorium.

Li Xiangyun is still following you closely, even after you said such merciless words.

Sure enough, this person is still tired of being by your side, dominating your space.

Jealousy turned to air, and I couldn't help breathing harder and harder.

Watching you walk away, I walked up to the place where you were sitting and playing the guitar, thinking about the conversation just now.

I accidentally kicked something in the dark. When I picked it up, it turned out to be your guitar score. You must have left the score on the stairs because you walked too hastily.

I quickly rushed into the venue with the score, imagining how anxious you would be if you lost the score, and wanted to hand it over to you, but at this moment, I searched all over the venue and could not find you.

Seeing that the performance of the guitar club is coming soon, I had no choice but to give up the opportunity to return your guitar score by hand. I just took a piece of paper and wrote your English name on it, stapled the paper to the score, and handed it to a member of the guitar club, asking her to accept it anyway. Have the sheet music delivered to you before the performance.

After explaining, I will sit back in my seat and wait to watch your performance.

However, I didn't wait for your performance that night, and I didn't see you until the end of the party.

Could it be that you couldn't get the score in time and couldn't perform on stage?Or are you in a bad mood because of an unpleasant fight with Li Xiangyun?

Walking among the crowd at the end of the show, I guessed all kinds of reasonable explanations for your absence from the show.

As I was walking, I was suddenly pulled by someone. I raised my eyes and saw that it was you.

You stared at me with two round eyes, I was so startled that my schoolbag almost slipped to the ground.

"Senior, sorry to bother you, may I ask you a question?" You said.

I tried my best to calm down, and pretended to be calm, I pulled my schoolbag, put my hands in the pockets of my coat, and met your gaze: "Ask!"

I have fantasized about the first face-to-face conversation with you a million times, but I never imagined that it would be in such a noisy crowd. God knows how nervous I am!

"Did you pick up this score?" You took out your guitar score.

"I picked it up, that's right." I nodded and admitted.

"One more question all right?" You said in a low voice, almost a whisper.

"sure!" I replied quickly.The smile is fleeting on your stern face.

You held the score in your hand, pointed to the note with your name on it and asked me: "Is this written by you, sister? The words on this paper?"

"Is this important? Junior? You don't think my handwriting is too ugly and you want me to improve it?"

I suddenly discovered that it is a kind of happiness to make you smile. You look very beautiful when you smile, but you never understand it.

"So, you wrote this? You wrote it yourself, right?" You asked.

"Yes, I wrote it. I really lost to you. It's just a note. How can you be so serious?"

You didn't reply, you were in a daze.

The first time I saw you so close, I found that you are taller than I thought.

You are wearing a white cotton top, dark blue denim jacket and jeans. You have long legs and the jeans are straight. Your shoulders are thin and the jacket looks too big on you.

Looking at your side face, small lips, straight nose, big and deep eyes, you look like someone who came out of a cartoon, in fact, you are really outstanding, although I know you always disdain such comments to the extreme.

When we met for the first time, we were silent on the side of the playground for nearly 10 minutes.

"It's late, if you have no other questions, then I'm leaving." I broke the silence.

"Well, thank you senior." You smiled quietly.

"Aren't you going home yet? The school rules stipulate that freshmen in high school can't stay too late at school."

"This will put pressure on the seniors, right?"

"Of course, the first year of high school stays at school until ten o'clock in the evening. You tell the group of high school seniors to consider school as their home. They are already lying under the huge wheel of the entrance examination!"

"Sister, in fact, I have suspected for a long time that someone set up a tent on the school playground for the night. No matter how early I arrived at school, the delicious omelets in the welfare agency were always sold out, and there was a sign saying "please come early tomorrow". There must be collusion between the club and the senior high school students.”

You joked so seriously that I was also made lively by you.Of course, this is purely a joke. The school usually turns off the lights from one to six o'clock, and no one is allowed to stay, except today is the school celebration.

We walked side by side through the playground and out of the school gate, chatting without saying a word.

When I reached the intersection where I should say goodbye to you, I couldn't help but feel lost. I really hope that this road will never end, but it's really too late.

"Then, goodbye, junior." I said reluctantly.

"Well, goodbye, senior." You put your guitar on your back and put your hands in your pockets and said with a smile.

"Nice to meet you today, Fiber-sister."

"You should have known me for more than two months, sister?" You said, looking at me with smiling eyes.

Immediately, I didn't understand the meaning in your eyes, so I froze in place. I could only watch the No. 14 bus slowly approaching the shelter.

Passengers boarded the car one after another. After you cut the monthly pass, you chose a seat by the window. The car started slowly. I waved to you with a look of confusion and doubts. call:

"Thank you for the guava! Thank you! I will never forget the handwriting after reading it for two months!"

(Fives)

Friendship and love, the line between the two is so blurred.

What kind of weight and measure applies to what stands between you and me?

Waiting is a kind of rust, a strong acid and a strong base.

Corroded my heart bit by bit.

He ran back to his residence almost at the speed of running [-] meters in one breath.I know I have to.

Unexpected intersections, unexpectedly beyond reality, had to be exchanged for reality by the fast and staggered steps under the feet.

The hard-soled black leather shoes are scorching hot due to friction, and the city is full of flames in the dark night. I am a green shooting star.

Back in the dormitory, I took Avon, who was reciting vocabulary words, and told about the meeting tonight. Her innocence and kindness often make people involuntarily reveal their thoughts to her. She also knows a thing or two about my attachment to you.

Listening to my messy talk, she frowned and asked carefully: "Wait, you mean, that school girl finally knows that you are the one who gave the guava?"

I breathed a sigh of relief, "Well, she seems to know, because she thanked me for the guava..."

"Then what about the imposter from before? The one called Yun?"

"Li Xiangyun."

"By the way, where is that Li Xiangyun? Did she say anything? Isn't she quite proud of being a counterfeit?"

"I don't know about her situation. Anyway, it's good that the truth comes out now."

"Hey, Xueyi, I think...you seem to really like that Fiber school girl?"

Avon rubbed her hands together, looking a bit awkward, paused for a while and continued: "Oh, what I mean is... You seem to like her more than just like you, you seem to fall in love with her... .Oops! I don’t know what I’m talking about anymore! Leave me alone, leave me alone!”

Avon blushed, rubbed her hands together, and ran to the balcony to collect her clothes after a while.

I think about this question quietly. Silence is the perfect answer to all questions from the outside world, but it is not a good way to deceive myself.

After I said good night to Avon, I went back to my room, sat at the desk and spread out the words for the exam tomorrow morning. I struggled for half an hour but couldn't read any words.Thinking of the figure of you carrying the guitar player in your pocket, and the look on your face when you said you couldn't eat omelets.Also thinking about Avon's hesitant question.

Is my concern for you just a temporary novelty?Could it be that my fascination with you is just because you have a flair and grace that I don't have?

Chen Sheng's "However" is playing on the radio-but you will never know how much I like it, every morning I find you by my side...

I decided not to think about this bunch of "yes and won'ts" for no reason, even if the feeling for you is really love, so what?Or should I say, so what?The world will not change because of this, let alone stop turning because of it.

Looking at myself in the mirror with a mouth full of toothpaste, winking my eyebrows, I opened my diary to record today's conclusion.

Close the diary.Turn off the lights and go to bed.We are looking forward to tomorrow.

The days after the school celebration party were not as good as I expected. You didn't take the initiative to approach me because you knew me.

You are still as indifferent as the breeze, living life at your own pace under the gaze of people.

As soon as you arrive at school, you will first water the golden kudzu on the table, have lunch at the social office, and play basketball with your friends every afternoon. Except for the absence of Li Xiangyun as a follower, nothing has changed. To you, I am still is meaningless.

Seeing that the winter vacation is coming, you are still far away from me.

Unwilling to be reconciled to this, I can only hang on and look forward to returning to my home in Changhua for the winter vacation. I was secretly thinking about what kind of excuse I should use to find you, but unexpectedly got a letter from you and a cassette in the class mailbox.

The cassette is the sound of you playing and singing yourself at the No. [-] Middle School guitar exhibition. Through the microphone, your childish voice is a little heavier. I listened and laughed all night, but the letterhead only wrote you Lyrics sung.

At noon the next day, I brought a few albums to your classroom and planned to show them to you. I know your dedication to music, and I hope you will be interested.

From far away, I saw a group of noisy people gathered outside the classroom of your class, so I randomly grabbed a school girl and asked about you.

"Excuse me, is Fiber here?"

"Sister looking for her? She's not in class right now!" The junior glanced at me, and then turned her eyes back to the place where the crowd gathered in the classroom, with a very concerned expression.

"Well, does anyone know where she went? Uh... well, I have something to bring her." I said, blushing.

"Hey, senior sister, we are actually looking for her too! She should show up later, and some students in the class have already gone to find her, otherwise senior sister can wait for her here! It's just that she may come later It's just a little trouble..." The school girl said pointingly.

Suddenly I found that there seemed to be crying and screaming in the classroom. I approached the window sill, but before I could see the situation in the classroom clearly, the chief instructor had already stepped into the classroom.

The crowd of onlookers dispersed slightly, and I saw a girl in sportswear sitting on the ground with disheveled hair, her face was covered with tears, and pools of blood flowed from her left wrist, covering the ground in a big puddle.A beautiful bright red, stunningly bright.

She is Li Xiangyun.

Without saying a word, I walked back to the classroom and began to consider all the possibilities.

The training office starts broadcasting your name, once, twice, three times...

In the four classes in the afternoon, everyone talked a lot, some positive, and of course some offensive comments.

"Now you are a veritable red middle school girl." I thought worriedly in my heart.