strange love

The first class on Monday is Chinese. Not surprisingly, the results of the midterm exam have already come out.The Chinese teacher happened to be the head teacher of our class, surnamed Zhao, a man in glasses in his thirties, he looked gentle and spoke very softly.

There are few male teachers in the school, let alone Chinese teachers.Everyone secretly called him Women's Friend, or Zhao Zhiyou for short.

Teacher Zhao came in with a stack of test papers before class, asked the class representative to distribute them, and walked to Ling Chuyi, bowing his head and not knowing what to say to her.I was a little worried at first, but the two didn't say a few words, and Ling Chuyi turned around and looked at me.She had a smile on her face and looked a little embarrassed.

Just as I was guessing what the two of them were talking about, the class bell rang.

Teacher Zhao clapped his hands to quiet the students who were noisy because of their grades.I saw him glance at me with a smile, and then said: "The average Chinese score of our class in this test is not bad, second only to the advanced class. Other subjects are still being counted, so I won't talk about it."

He stopped for a while, then looked at me bluntly again, and I had a very bad premonition in my heart.

"Another thing, I would like to praise the two students here. Ling Chuyi has made great progress in this exam, especially Chinese, and scored 118 points. Such obvious progress is the result of her usual hard work. I hope everyone can learn from her. .”

118 points!

Even if I made a mistake in the previous calculation, her composition should at least get about 50 points.This is already an extremely high score.

I was thinking about what she wrote, and the students in the class had already started to applaud.

"The other classmate is Xu Jingzhe. She has excellent personal results this time, ranking third in the first grade of the class. More importantly, she also helps Ling Chuyi in her spare time..."

I don't really want to hear what he said later, so I can only try to keep smiling.

It is totally acceptable for me to be praised because of my grades, but if I am praised for helping Ling Chuyi, it will make me feel very awkward.

I didn't want to be praised for helping her, which made me feel both unequal and taking advantage of her.The so-called helping her may indeed seem to be the case in terms of grades.But I understand that in other respects it's the exact opposite.

Everyone started the second round of applause. From my point of view, many students basically expressed goodwill and approval.I could feel myself trying to put on a smile and look humble and low-key, but I felt sad inside.

Ling Chuyi's back still looked so lonely, sitting at the front of the classroom.This applause is for me, she is the one who has worked hard for so long.I was very afraid that her improvement in grades would be entirely my credit in the eyes of others.

When the teacher had already started explaining the test papers, I still couldn't get out of the previous emotions.Even for a moment, I was afraid of such a friendship.What would Ling Chuyi think?Do you think I helped her in order to get praise from teachers and classmates?and I?Is there such a cunning thought in the deepest part of my heart?

I looked at her, and then, saw the thin figure turn his head quietly.

Ling Chuyi's face was red, he pursed his lips and smiled with a cautious expression, and blinked furtively at me.She looked very happy, she even looked a little sly when she blinked, and those eyes, bright as stars, were full of pride.

I don't know why it immediately dawned on me that her pride was both in her own progress and in me.

When I was daydreaming, when I was doubting my purpose, about this kind of friendship, she was the only one who was laughing at the pure joy.

Of course, you should be praised for your progress, and you should be encouraged for helping your classmates do good deeds. Shouldn’t you be happy to be praised and encouraged?Be proud of your own achievements, and proud of your friends, these are all things that are taken for granted.

Why do I have to think so much?

Since I was a child, I have always considered myself to be quite a thinker among my peers.But sometimes, I may really think too much.Ling Chuyi always unconsciously let me understand some things that I should know but have been ignoring all the time. I really should be as happy as her, for her and for myself.

I shook my head at her and pointed to the test paper to make her listen carefully.Ling Chuyi covered his mouth and smiled, then turned around as if he had been caught doing something bad.

I found her really cute, good-looking and well-behaved, although a little shy but actually very positive.If everyone didn't have the preconceived notion, no one would not like her.

When I thought about it this way, I felt a little bit ecstatic.Since everyone is as superficial as I used to be, I was the only one lucky enough to be her first friend.

Because Ling Chuyi scored 118 in Chinese, and her average score easily passed [-]. I was really curious about what she wrote in her composition.Although I explained the test paper to Ling Chuyi before, but the teacher said it was different. This time I got the answer and went back to tell her again. After school, I went directly to her house.

I asked her for a day, and wanted her to show me her composition, but this guy was patient, and refused to give me anything, and had to wait until I got home.

Although Ling Chuyi was a lot more cheerful in front of me at school, he still seldom communicated with others, and he seldom moved around after class.I occasionally go to her seat, but she is always very embarrassed.

Her point of embarrassment is really far from mine.

When I got home, she was finally willing to show me her composition.The composition this time is a typical material composition. The general content of the material given is that the phenomenon of touching porcelain is increasing day by day, which makes people less and less afraid to help people in difficulties.What I wrote was an argumentative essay, while Ling Chuyi wrote a narrative essay.

Her writing style is obviously very immature, and it can even be said to be a bit off topic.Except for the teacher who gave her the grade, it probably didn't look like a 52 to anyone.Even I now wonder if the teacher saw something and gave some water.

But none of this affects my opinion that she writes very well.

This is a real thing that happened on the morning of the second day of the senior high school entrance examination.

Seeing what happened from the perspective of another person in the event made me feel very magical, and there are some feelings that cannot be expressed.I thought she hadn't mentioned that because she had completely forgotten about me, but now it seems that is obviously not the case.

She remembered me, and probably just as I feared, and had a very good impression of me.

"You...remember this?" I asked her, looking her in the eyes.

Ling Chuyi pursed his lips and nodded nervously.

"Why haven't I heard you mention it?"

Her skin is really super good. I didn't observe it carefully before, but now I looked at it from such a close distance for a long time, and I didn't find any flaws.To describe it, it is probably like peeling an egg.Her eyelashes are also very long, long and curly, and the dark pupils like a baby are matched with such eyelashes, which is probably the reason why I always think I see stars from her eyes.

I always knew that she was very good-looking, but what happened to the more beautiful she looked?

Ling Chu half closed his eyelids, with a somewhat lonely expression.

"I thought you didn't remember..."

I didn't forget, but I did pretend to forget her.Seeing her now, I can't help feeling ashamed of myself in the past.

"I'm sorry." I really couldn't tell her what I had thought like that, so I could only apologize slyly.

"Hey, no, it's not about apologizing..." Ling Chuyi waved his hands helplessly, looking very flustered. "I've been bothering you. That day, and now... I'm always bothering you..."

The more she spoke, the lower her voice became.

I understand that her inferiority complex is still there.

"Ling Chuyi, you didn't bother me." I found that I really didn't want to see her sad at all.I sat next to her, trying to sound as believable as possible. "It didn't bother anyone."

The seats next to each other let me smell the milk fragrance on her body very clearly.

She raised her head to look at me, under her fine eyelashes were eyes full of water.I don't know if it's because it's too clear, even if she doesn't cry, she always looks tearful.

Poor and cute.

"Because you are a good person..." she murmured, with a hint of crying, like a child confessing to something bad she did, "You are so helpful and reliable...so I thought, you Would you like to be my friend too?"

"When you talked to me, I was really happy..." The water in her eyes blurred her pupils like mist, and then condensed into water droplets and slid down from the corners of her eyes. "I just thought, can I talk to you more..."

She cried and confessed those little thoughts that I never knew.

"Thinking, if you don't hate me so much, can I get closer to you...I never thought of making you and Han Lu fight...I'm sorry..."

Ahh!

I feel that I will always be dumbfounded by her, why mention Han Lu at such a time?

"I didn't quarrel with her." Wiping her tears with a tissue on the table, I realized that my voice sounded a little helpless. "Well... how should I put it, she has nothing to do with me becoming friends with you. I don't hate you..."

Or, rather like it?

"So you can come close to me."

Rather, it's already very close?

"We're friends, aren't we? So talk as much as you want. If there's anything else you want to do, I think we can do it together. I'll be happy if you think I can help you. Because I think , I also received your help."

Ling Chuyi's eyes were wide open in disbelief.

"Me, can I help you?"

"Yes."

You let me know that there is beauty around me.