When the fierce and foolish meet the pure fishing system

Then—they just met again unexpectedly.

No, it was He Feng who met Luo Yunting unilaterally.

The man was wearing a large school uniform jacket with a white T-shirt underneath.Under the cherry blossom tree growing alone in the corner, he leaned on the bench, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.His fair face was half in sunlight and half in shadow.There was a book in his hand, the sunlight reflected on it, and He Feng couldn't tell what it was.

He Feng didn't know what made him stand there motionless, the sun was shining directly on him, he felt hot, but he couldn't move.

The man leaned there, his face indifferent and serene.

He Feng didn't know how long he stood there. He felt that the time was very long, but it didn't seem to be long.He could feel the heat rising from the ground through the soles of his shoes, but he still didn't want to move.

After all, He Feng left before he woke up.He was uneasy that he would wake up, and he was uneasy that he would not wake up. He didn't know why such strange emotions surged in his heart, and he was also uneasy to investigate further.

The school uniform of the first grade of No. [-] Middle School is aqua blue and white, and it is a loose sportswear as always. According to the seniors, this school uniform has reached the pinnacle of school uniform appearance in history, and it is probably the most elegant school uniform— ——He Feng didn't think so.

He seldom wears a school uniform, and even if he does, he dresses casually. It is a principle not to wear school uniform pants, because he thinks it is rustic, and even a good-looking person can look good in anything—as those girls said.

Li Yihuan and the others were even worse than He Feng. They were interviewed by the teacher several times, but they still went their own way.

It was probably the first time that He Feng saw someone wearing a school uniform with such a taste.Clean, young, gentle, without impurities.

That figure seemed to be planted in his mind, and he couldn't stop thinking about that person.

It was after eleven o'clock that He Feng returned to the stands. Wang Wanqing walked up to him with some concern, and said, "Zhao Wen just came to check people. Except for the athletes, you are the only one in the class..."

Zhao Wen is the head teacher of a class. He is a middle-aged man in his 40s. He is mentally ill. He often ignores the students, and he manages them very strictly.He Feng and the others never took him seriously.

He Feng was more than a head taller than Wang Wanqing, he looked down at her, unscrewed the water casually and took a sip, his voice was flat, "Who cares about him."

Wang Wanqing is a quiet girl. She usually behaves in a well-behaved manner. She doesn't like to take the initiative to talk to people. When others talk to her, she is still polite.She took the initiative to look for He Feng this time, he was a little strange.

He Feng is not a good student, on this point, he is very self-aware.

He skipped classes, didn't do his homework, and didn't even bother to copy his homework. He listened to the teacher when he thought it was interesting in class, but most of the time, the teachers were very boring.

He has a group of friends who usually drink and fight, but Li Yihuan is the only real brother.

He had a few girlfriends in junior high school, but they were just for fun, not interesting.

He never put those self-righteous teachers in his eyes, such as Zhao Wen.

It doesn't matter if Cha is not there, Zhao Wen can't do anything to him, at most he just reprimands him, saying that he can't get an excellent grade at the end of the semester-what does he want that to do.

At noon, I still called Li Yihuan and the others to eat, and at noon I lay down on the classroom table and wanted to sleep for a while, but I couldn't sleep.

He Feng wanted to know who he was, what his name was, what grade he was in, and which class he was in... You know who the "he" he said was.

On the first day, he saw that person at the end of the stands of the second class-he was from the second class.The second class classroom was directly above the first class, and He Feng suddenly became a little excited.The excitement made him uneasy.

In the afternoon, it suddenly became overcast. It didn't rain, but the wind was also a bit cold. He Feng went back to the classroom to take a coat.Li Yihuan said that Jiang Wei wanted to go to the Internet cafe, and he thought it would be fine, so he agreed.

The gatekeeper at the school gate is very troublesome, and it is not easy to get out, Jiang Wei said to climb over the wall.Jiang Wei has a deep obsession with games. He usually spends weekends in Internet cafes. During class, when there is less homework, self-study classes are usually skipped.

He Feng didn't particularly like playing games, he just wanted to get out of school.When people are young, they probably always have a dissolute and restless heart, always wanting to break out of some so-called cages.

They didn't go back to school until after nine o'clock, and went back to the dormitory directly after they came back.He Feng couldn't sleep at night, he tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, but slept deeply in the second half of the night.

On the third day, He Feng saw Luo Yunting again.

Since the morning, He Feng helped Jiang Lan sit in the first row, writing and drawing on the list.He kept pretending to look back casually to see if there was that person in the last row of the second class.

No.

The third day was also very sunny. The cool wind from the afternoon of the previous day could not blow into the next day, and He Feng felt very irritable.

Wang Wanqing asked him to help him get a bottle of water. He took a bottle from a box of mineral water at his feet and handed it back. When he turned around, he suddenly saw that person.

He didn't sit in the last row, but sat in the third row from the bottom - a very inconspicuous position, talking and laughing with a few boys and girls in his class. He didn't know what he was laughing at. The girls almost fell to the ground laughing.

The sun was shining on his face.Unlike before, half of it was always in the shadows. At this time, his handsome face was completely in the sun. He was not wearing a school uniform on his upper body. It was probably too hot, so he took it off. There was a black T-shirt underneath.His hair is very black, and his complexion reflects the soft light of white under the sunlight.

There was an enlarged smile on the corner of his lips, his beautiful eyes were slightly squinted, his whole body was full of smiles, and he talked with a smile from time to time.There were also people who put their arms around his shoulders casually, and he didn't resist.

He Feng was suddenly a little unhappy.

He started to keep looking back over there, trying to control himself as much as possible, but he couldn't.

He shouldn't be like that, he should always read alone, sleep alone, calm and melancholy alone, instead of playing and frolicking with a group of people.

He Feng sometimes wonders, is it true that when a person is young, he probably doesn't seem to be old? A lifetime is too long, and many people will be put in his heart unknowingly.And when a person is young, there is only one person in his heart, and he will keep thinking about him, thinking about him like you are paranoid.

At that time, He Feng simply felt that that beautiful face seemed to have been engraved in his heart.

The relay in the afternoon is still very important, the score is not low, and it plays a big role in the ranking of the class sports meeting.

The announcement of the men's 400-meter relay sounded on the radio. He Feng stood up and handed the list to Jiang Lan who had been sitting next to him.Jiang Lan was much shorter than him, and the way she stood up and patted him on the shoulder was kind of funny. She said, "Master, come on!"

He Feng smiled at her, but his eyes subconsciously looked diagonally behind him, and found that the man also stood up.

He tried to pretend to be indifferent, but his heart beat wildly.

On the runway, He Feng was the first.When he stood in his position and looked for the figure of that person again, he found that he couldn't find it, but he didn't care about it, probably everyone was in position, and when the gun was fired, he rushed out.

Is that person running like me?

After running a lap, He Feng stood at the finish line waiting for other people, but suddenly found that person.The man was standing on the third rod and was about to take the second rod.The sun shone unreservedly on his body, and the black top made his skin so white that it was almost transparent.

He concentrated on it, and when he caught the stick, he opened his legs and ran quickly.

He Feng couldn't look away.

A few rows of student referees were sitting on the referee stand next to him, and a class of men's sports committee was also sitting in it. He Feng walked over a few steps, patted him on the shoulder, and leaned into his ear and asked, "The third club in class two who is it?"

Liang Xiao followed his gaze and saw that figure was as fast as a vigorous leopard.

"He? Luo Yunting from class two, don't you know?"

Luoyun Pavilion.

He Feng silently read his name in his heart.It turned out that he was Luo Yunting.

How could He Feng not know him.With excellent grades and a good personality, he became a male god of the third middle school as soon as he entered the school, a good student that the teacher likes, and the object of the girls' aspirations.

He Feng doesn't like to pay attention to others.But of course he had heard of Luo Yunting's name, but he just regarded him as an ordinary good student and never cared about him.

The person who is quiet and indifferent but as bright as the sun.

It turned out that he was Luo Yunting.

The three days of the sports meeting ended quickly. Class [-] was the first in grade without accident, while Class [-] was tragically the last.

There are fifteen classes in each grade of No. 45 Middle School, four key classes. In the first semester of high school, there will be arts and sciences classes, five arts classes and ten science classes. At that time, there will be one literature class and two theory classes.According to the tradition, no surprises, classes one to five are liberal arts classes, class five is literature heavy, six to fifteen are science classes, and ten to forty-five is science heavy.

Now in the first semester of the first year of high school, there is no distinction between key and non-key, but after the sports meeting, many people began to work hard to enter the key class.

He Feng didn't care too much about these things, it didn't matter to him whether he got into the key class or not, after the sports meeting, he still didn't bother to attend lectures, didn't bother to do homework, fell asleep in class, or just read magazines.

There seems to be something different in my heart.In the past, He Feng didn't care about what to pay attention to. He has always been like this since he was a child. Maybe it's because he got too much and it was too easy, so he seldom paid attention to anything.

But now he is probably interested in someone.

He began to become extremely sensitive to Luo Yunting's name, he seemed to be looking for him all the time, he became more concerned about himself, and did not pay attention to other people's bad habits but did not change at all.

At the end of summer, the leaves outside the window are still green like emerald jade, and the sunlight penetrates them and shines into the window.It's a pity that He Feng doesn't sit by the window, he sits in the last row near the back door, an empty, lonely, and somewhat melancholy corner - the sun doesn't shine there.

There is always a laziness in the air, but one is drowsy, as if this drowsiness in the blinding sun, this shadow cast by the whitening sun on the eyelids, is what we call bohemian. youth.

There is an extra table at the back door, and it is placed next to him. There is a nominal student in Class [-], whose student status is with them, but he does not actually come to school. This table belongs to her, but it is actually He Feng's. He has no deskmate. The table was stuffed with magazines and newspapers.

He was sleeping alone on the table that day, and he suddenly felt a little lonely.

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