[Comprehensive] On how I got lost

Yiqing Jinglian entered the school stepping on the cherry blossoms all over the ground.

The person who received him was the head teacher of Class 3, Grade [-].

He was sitting in the office, looking at the transfer student's file in his hand, and inadvertently circled the column of parents with his fingertips, "It's better not to cause trouble."

When someone entered the office, the head teacher raised his eyes and glanced slightly. He couldn't help but sigh that modern children look so good. You can feel that air from a distance. Their complexion is radiant, as fresh as a newborn lamb.

He touched the top of the head where the place could not support the central government, and sighed nine times that he was getting old, a general belly that was about to be highlighted for himself.

The students, wearing the black uniforms of Yangmei Middle School, moored towards the port of his desk.

The head teacher looked at the gray photos on the file, and then at the students in front of him.

"I am Yiqing Jinglian."

The visitor introduces himself.

Reverse deception.

After completing the handover procedures, the head teacher remembered the empty grid on the parent's column, and said earnestly, "In school, you must abide by the school rules and grades, and don't do anything out of line."

"Ah."

Overheard.

"It would be better if you can get along well with your classmates."

"Ah."

casual.

The head teacher entered the classroom and coughed to the noisy voices of the room full of people, "Be quiet, students."

The gang of boys who made the most noise broke up laughing and laughing, leaning crookedly, waiting for the class teacher to say, "A new classmate has been transferred to our class, please"

"Is it a boy, is he handsome?"

The girl sitting obliquely on the table cut off the rest of the conversation. She blew on her freshly painted nails and blinked her long false eyelashes.

The head teacher didn't reply, so he finished the next sentence, "Let's welcome new students."

In the corridor, someone used a magnifying glass to focus the light over and over again, and Qing Jinglian, who was almost on fire, pushed the door and wrote his name in the sudden silence of the room.

"A green lotus."

"Please advise."

The teacher explained a few more words, waggled his finger, and caused the eyes of the whole class to turn around. He paused his finger and said, "Over there, the third seat by the window, you will be there."

That's when the dust settled.

Before the rest of the class got acquainted with the new transfer student, the class bell rang.

After the class was over, other students who were more fresh rushed forward, surrounded by a green lotus, buzzing like bees that had become fine, fresh and lively.

At this time, Yiqing Jinglian heard a loud noise in the back row, the desk was kicked to the ground, and the corner of the desk was hanging across the floor, making a harsh and sharp friction sound, the crowd around him fell silent for a moment, and then slowly returned to their original state volume.

Everyone seemed to know what was going on.

But they ignored it.

They looked at a Qing Jinglian with black and white eyes.

Like a family of black cameras in the early twentieth century, surrounding him, eager to capture some colorful and vivid things on him, enough to describe their youth, and store them in the treasure box of memory.

Yiqing Jinglian suddenly thought of a sentence.

They consciously hypnotize themselves, and then forget about the self-hypnosis just now.

He stood up, one head taller than everyone else, just enough to look over Wu Yangyang's head to the back of the classroom.

The table that was violently pushed was lying on the ground, and the books and pens on it were scattered all over the floor, leaving a small semi-circular space for five people.

Four people are standing and one is lying down.

The leader is a yellow-haired man with an earring on his left ear.

Huang Mao waved his hands loosely, and the silver necklace hanging around his neck dangled, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't pay attention."

Then he turned around and beckoned the three people around him to leave, "I'm starving to death and eat something."

The man lying on the ground coughed slightly and got up from the ground, straightened his desk and chair, wiped off the footprints on the table, leaned over the table, with his head down so low that the collar protruding from the back of his neck was nowhere to be seen. A small black mountain peak emerged.

Yiqing Jinglian saw that he was tall, with a bear-like body, at least stronger than Huangmao.

Someone tugged at his cuff, and when he turned his head, the straight face of an ordinary student showed a subtle and complex look, "Why is Mr. Yiqing silent?" He glanced there, lowered his Voice, "It's all normal."

There was another pause.

This is someone who came out to talk, it was the one who put on the nail polish in the morning, she nodded there, "He is so annoying, I really don't want to mention him, it's disgusting."

The girl stood on tiptoe, leaned close to Qing Jinglian's ear and whispered, "He painted girls naked."

"Just draw it according to his front desk, you said he won't change."

After the girl finished speaking, the chill that froze the atmosphere was dispelled by the smiles on the faces of the students, and the voice that had been extinguished sounded again, and some of them responded chaotically.

noon.

Yiqing Jinglian took out the lunch box prepared by the store manager who assumed the old father's identity.

There seemed to be a new trend on Huangmao's side. They laughed and directed a short man among the four to buy food, while the remaining three were chatting.

The errand runner was called Kazuya Miyagawa, and when Jingren heard the yellow hair named Masaya Hanai pat him on the shoulder, he gave Kazuya Miyagawa his name without any sincerity.

The other one also sat on the seat like an old man, with a white sweatband on his forehead, and his hair fluffed up like a black man. He followed the yellow-haired words and said the name of the meal, and then ordered for the third person who did not speak. dinner.

"How is it, Zhida?" the white sweatband asked the third person.

The third person nodded dispensably.

All three finished speaking.

The yellow-haired Huajing general who kicked people in the morning also put his arms around Kazuya Miyagawa's shoulders, "Thank you for your hard work, Kazuya, please take this trip."

Miyagawa Kazuya with eyes was exceptionally thin, he waved his hands repeatedly, "Everywhere, we are all friends."

Hua Jing also raised his eyebrows, "Go."

Miyagawa Kazuya got the letter and ran out of the classroom.

The man with a tall body like a bear walked around the side of the three of them, and when he got up, General Huajing, who was talking to them with the white sweatband, also got up.

He stretched out the emphasis, "Where is Xiong Zhi going?"

Tomita Kumashi's chest kept rising and falling, and his Adam's apple rolled with his clenched fists. The opposite Hanai Masahiro also hesitated for a moment, and then painted his face maliciously again in the next second, "Just ask, why are you so nervous? Have you not"

"Shut up!" Tomita Kumashi roared, his thick voice burst out from his chest, and the flames of anger rose.

Kumashi Tomita restrained himself, "I didn't do those things at all."

With this sound, he called Kamo Yuki and Kazama Tomodai from the back row, and Kamo Yuki touched the white sweatband above his head, "What's the matter, if you have something to say, what are you doing so loudly?"

Yuki Kamo patted Kumashi Tomita on the shoulder provocatively, "Xiong Zhi, sometimes it doesn't matter if you speak loudly."

Hanai Sho also smiled, approaching Kumaya Tomita, "What are you talking nonsense with him, come on, aren't you going to hit me, come on"

"dare"

He stared at Kumashi Tomita's pupils shrinking angrily, "Don't you dare, coward"

After all, he gave Kumashi Tomita a hard push with both arms.

Xiongzhi Tomita staggered a few times, tripped over the corner of the table behind him unexpectedly, and fell straight to the ground, waving his arms, grabbed the books on the table, and overturned Qing Jinglian's lunch box.

The flying lunch box spun several times in the air, knocking Tomita Kumashi on the face.

The classroom roared with laughter, and Huajing Masao, who felt ashamed at first, also squatted down, "Xiong Zhi, you really know how to joke."

He stared at Tomita Xiongzhi and kept laughing, without turning his head, he said to Yiqing Jinglian who was sitting next to him, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for Xiong Zhi."

"He's always been like that, really."

At this time, someone picked up the lunch box that was pinned to Xiongzhi Tomita's face.

It is a Qingjing lotus.

Hanai will also stare at him.

Jinglian put away the lunch box, "Sorry."

He stretched out his hand to Kumashi Tomita who fell to the ground, the fingertips melted in the light, almost transparent.

Hanai Masho also asked calmly, "What are you going to do?"

Jinglian didn't answer, and she didn't take back her outstretched hand.

However, Xiongzhi Tomita, who fell to the ground, ignored no one. He got up and took off his black school uniform, which was covered with soup. The unclean residue around his neck seeped into his shirt. He seemed to have lost his senses, and went out stiffly out of the classroom.

Yiqing Jinglian closed her hands, picked up the empty lunch box and left the classroom.

General Hanai, who did not get a response, also patted the hem of his trousers calmly under the eyes of all kinds of students, under the black and white eye shadows of his classmates, "I'm so hungry from laughing, why hasn't Kazuya come back yet?"

Kamo Yuuki nodded, and his afro head shook, "That's right."

All meals were thrown away.

Jinglian went to the school cafeteria, and when she came back, many people gathered at the door and whispered, and there were students from other classes entangled in it, jumping high to watch the excitement.

As soon as Jinglian appeared, someone shouted, "Here we come."

He was like Moses dividing the Red Sea, and the crowd squeezed him out of a way to the classroom.

Jinglian watched as her desk was overturned and her books fell to the ground.

then

Hanai Jiang also sat on the seat with his arms folded, and the white sweatband beside him was chatting with the girl. When he saw Qing Jinglian, he still had a teasing smile on his face, and his eyes signaled him to look at the blackboard. .

On the blackboard is a huge, wide-area, a huge pink heart, with two men facing each other in the middle, somewhat resembling an ambiguous image in a perfume advertisement, marked below

"Jinglian a Xiongzhi"

"First Encounter of Love"

Kyoren observed the four people carefully, the yellow-haired Hanai Masaya, the white sweatband Yuuki Kamo, the always anonymous Tomodai Kazama, and Kazuya Miyagawa.

Seeing Jinglian looking at him, Kazuya Miyagawa put his hands behind his back in a panic, red chalk powder remained on his fingertips, he lightly closed his fingertips and slowly rolled them.

From time to time, words emerged from the group of people surrounding the door.

"what is this"

"disgusting"

"It's a little too much."

"Just kidding, play casually, don't take it seriously."

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd, someone forcefully pushed through the crowd at the door, and squeezed in with his height, Xiongzhi Tomita saw what was drawn on the blackboard, even if his skin was dark, he could see the obvious redness, he pushed There was a small exclamation from the crowd, and they threw themselves on the podium, picked up the eraser and began to use force, and the powder flew up.

The students came in in twos and threes, whispering to each other.

Hanai said, "Today, Jinglian and Xiong Zhi had a historic encounter"

"Let's applaud them"

He was the first to clap.

The white sweatband Kamo also applauded, and by the way woke up Kazama who had been sleeping on the table, "Clap!"

Kazama patted it casually a few times, knocked his head down on the table and continued to sleep.

A few boys followed suit, and there were sparse applause in the classroom, not loud, but deafening enough.