love marks

Chapter 12, the Qimeng confession, can only be a tragedy.

"Brother, milk." I waited in front of my brother's classroom, and stretched out my hand as soon as he came out. My brother reached out and patted the milk bag on my hand, and asked habitually, "What do you want to eat tomorrow?"

"Braised pork." I've been thinking about it for a long time.

"Okay, I'll make it for you tonight." He replied.

I took a bite out of the milk bag, and the warm liquid went into my stomach in a few mouthfuls.

"Don't forget to come to the street dance event in the afternoon." He reminded.

"Yeah." I turned around, "Let's go."

"Song Zi," a voice suddenly sounded, "Are you here to see me?"

I was slightly stunned, and turned my head to see that it was indeed Qi Meng, who was hooking my brother's shoulder at the moment, with a flattering smile on his face.

What's the situation, why is he here?

I looked at my brother suspiciously, but my brother said helplessly, "Meng Zi is a classmate in my class now."

It's really a narrow road.

The corner of my mouth twitched, I automatically blocked someone, turned around and left.

"Wait a minute, pine nuts," Qi Meng called me again, and before I could speak a safety button appeared in front of my eyes, "It's for you."

How did he know that I wanted a safety button? I didn't tell him.

I looked at my brother quietly again, and he turned his eyes away a little embarrassed.

"You need it more than I do." Unmoved, I turned and walked away, no matter how much he shouted behind me, I didn't look back.

If you want to say what is the cheapest thing in this world, it is feelings. When you like someone, your emotions are basically controlled by the other person.

But what is the most painful thing in the world is being entangled by someone you don't like. It's okay to be indifferent. If you have a bad temper, you will appear cruel and heartless, and it seems very unfair to that person.

But at the moment I am cold, if I don't like it, I don't like it, otherwise what can I do.

I went to bed too late last night, and got up too early in the morning. Now I only feel sleepy. I walked all the way with my eyelids fighting, and bumped into someone without paying attention.

"I'm sorry." I apologized, I turned sideways and wanted to leave, but was stopped by that person, I looked up, Wu Ziting.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She handed me a flyer for club activities, and said solemnly: "The Hanfu club is officially established today. If you are interested, you can go and have a look."

I was so sleepy that my mind was almost muddled, and I didn't care what she said, so I replied indifferently, "I've already joined two clubs and so on, and I don't need to join any more."

"Hanfu Society is the transition point for the inheritance and development of Chinese Han culture, why don't you think about it carefully." She continued.

I rubbed my tight temples and said, "I'll think about it, but I just want to sleep right now."

She stopped talking.

I continued to walk forward, and within a few steps, I met Fu Yu again. She saw me and said with a little interest: "Tang Song, there is a new club in the school called Hanfu Club. The Hanfu in it is very beautiful. If you want Don't participate?"

"It has nothing to do with me that Hanfu looks good." I replied casually, "And Hanfu is supported by appearance. I control my appearance, so I won't ruin the three views..."

"What do you mean by ruining the Three Views?" she corrected, "Because everyone knows that Hanfu needs the support of appearance, so the people who participate in the Hanfu club are all handsome men and beautiful women. You look so good-looking, and you must be very good-looking in Hanfu."

"Really." I tried my best to look at the road under my feet, why I haven't reached the teaching building yet, I really want to lie on the ground and sleep for a while.

"Yes," she took it for granted, "I have already signed up, do you want to sign up too, and come with me?"

"Doesn't the class time conflict?"

"I've seen our class timetables, and there is no conflict, so we should enrich our extracurricular life."

I yawned and replied perfunctorily, "Then sign up."

"That would be great," Fu Yu was very happy, "In this way, except for elective courses, our class hours are basically the same."

"Hmm..." I really want to sleep now.

Fu Yu supported my shaky body, "Are you okay, what's the matter?"

"I'm sleepy, I want to sleep!" I said out loud what was on my mind, and by the way, I caught her, "It's all your fault, I didn't sleep well last night, you have to apologize!"

Fu Yu felt embarrassed: "I apologize, I apologize, since you are so sleepy, skip the elective courses and go back to the dormitory to catch up on sleep."

"No, just sleep in class," I said, not afraid of serious problems, "Anyway, Mr. Niu never rolls his name in class."

It doesn't matter how many students are in the audience.

So after relying on Fu Yu to bring me back to the classroom, I fell asleep almost as soon as I got on the desk.

Not only did I fall asleep, but I also had a sweet dream. A roasted chicken appeared in front of me. The roasted chicken was actually alive, swinging its oily body and dancing innocently, and surrounded by chicken legs and chicken feet. The chicken circled around and refused to stop no matter what.

Just when I was about to grab a chicken leg, I vaguely heard someone calling my name, and when I was hesitating whether to ask for a chicken leg or respond to the voice calling me, the voice became clearer.

Then I woke up.

Teacher Niu with a Mediterranean hairstyle and a shiny forehead was standing beside me. A teaching handout was rolled into a tube and propped on the desk. Behind the gold-rimmed glasses was a somewhat sharp look. Looking at me casually.

Only then did I feel that the corners of my mouth were drooling because of the sound sleep.I wiped my saliva and sat upright looking at him.

The two of us, the old and the young, looked at each other for a few seconds, and the old man finally said, "It's fine if you don't listen to my class, it's fine if you dare to sleep in the front row, why do I look at you like this now?" For a long time, you don't even have the most basic respect, stand up!"

"Report to the teacher, I can't stand up." I replied.

"Why can't you stand up?"

"My legs are numb." As soon as the words came out, the students burst into laughter.

"..."

The teacher was speechless for a while and walked back to the podium and said, "I recently found that some students have very bad attitudes, some skipped my class, some fell asleep in class, and some came to class with fake names. You are already college students, you should understand There are a lot of truths, no one needs to look at you like teaching elementary school students, anyway, the teacher is standing here, telling you as much knowledge as possible, whether you listen or learn, it is all your own, I will not say more , don't leave anything in your mind until you graduate, okay, let's continue with the class..."

And I am still thinking about the dream just now, I think I must want to eat chicken.

Whatever I wanted, just when I wanted to go to the supermarket to buy a chicken burger to satisfy my hunger, Qi Meng rushed towards me, "Songzi, look what I bought for you?"

I saw him holding something wrapped in oil paper, which was still faintly steaming.

"What is this?" I frowned.

"Roasted chicken," he replied, "don't you want to eat roasted chicken? I went to a nearby grocery store and bought one. Take it home and eat it."

I wondered, "How do you know I want to eat roast chicken?"

He took out a piece of paper that had been scribbled on, which was a sketch of a roast chicken I drew when I was bored in class.

"Why is this thing in your hand?" I left it in the classroom after I finished drawing.

"I'll be sitting in the back two rows of you, and I'll bring the paper after you leave." He misunderstood my incredulous expression, with a clear smile, "How about it, isn't it very touching?"

I was dumb for a while, and couldn't help being angry, "Why are you so haunted, you have to follow me in class!"

"No, the key is that the courses we applied for are the same, so..." He still wanted to explain.

"That's what you asked in advance." I interrupted him, "Qi Meng, are you so interesting? Even if I don't tell you, you should know that I don't mean that to you. You don't have to be so persistent."

After that, I turned around and left.

"I know you don't like me," he replied hurtingly, "but I like you, I have liked you for a long time, I miss you every day, even if you ignore me, I still can't help liking you , I know I have a bad temper, and I'm already trying to restrain myself, so just give me a chance."

That's how it's confessed.

In fact, I know that he is a good boy and he is very dedicated to his feelings, but I can't give him the feelings he wants. I have no response to this except sorry.

"I'm sorry." I walked away without looking back.