If the fleeting year has not come

After a few days of idleness at home, we went to the school to report. The new school is much bigger than the previous one. It is the middle school attached to the university in late autumn. It also has its own small garden and grove. It is opposite the old campus of the University Department. Just across the road, you can see men and women walking around the campus holding hands, and of course there are bullies and scumbags studying by the lake with books in their arms.

After going to the new class, a very miraculous thing happened. Li Zhiyang, who was paired with the senior sister at the sports meeting before, spoke very softly and was louder than me, and became a classmate with me.Although I don’t know why she also came to Shanghai and stayed at the first level, but it’s always a good thing to have someone you know in a strange environment. Although we only met once before, the surprise is that she still remembers me, or , remember my snacks.I suddenly realized that it seems that bringing a bag of snacks to school every day has become my identity, at least Li Zhiyang remembers me by this.

When arranging the seat, there happened to be an empty seat next to Li Zhiyang, so I naturally became the same table as her.She is pretty much the same as I remember, she looks very fair and ladylike, she still speaks in a low voice, loves all kinds of romance novels, always has a booklet in the book when she is in class, Xi Juan Guling, which was very popular in the past, and so on. At that time, a big book came up directly, which contained a collection of five stories. It was wrapped in a book cover, and the courses such as Chinese and mathematics were written in bold and large oil-based pens on the book cover.Sure enough, there are policies and there are countermeasures. Seeing her working so hard to read novels, I am embarrassed not to help her keep an eye on the teacher's movements.So we became good friends, maybe because I always cover for her in class, or maybe because we are from the same place.

Li Zhiyang, who loves to read novels, is very talented in writing, and his compositions are often used as model essays for appreciation and reading. He is the representative of the Chinese class in our class.She always modestly said that she can write because she has read a lot. However, I often read first-hand pure love novels, including Lily and Danmei, but I still can’t break my fart when writing essays. In junior high school, it may continue to be used in the future.

Class representative, I always think it is a very amazing job. In the morning when the teacher is away, I organize everyone to read early. During the break, I am responsible for collecting the homework of the previous day. Before school, I write all the homework assigned by the teacher on the blackboard for everyone to record. Occasionally You have to spot check and recite the text.It seems that in addition to the need for the teacher in class, the class representative can arrange all the sundries at other times.Because I have a good relationship with Li Zhiyang, almost all of my Chinese homework passed with full marks, and even the crappy word count was barely enough, and I was able to get a B+ after being instructed by Li Zhiyang.

Regarding my composition level, even I myself don't understand why it is so poor that people and gods are indignant.Logically speaking, as an editor, Aunt Ye is surrounded by a writer who is very good at writing articles like Wan Qiu, and amateur contributors like Senior Sister and Li Zhiyang.But the truth is, after my window cleaning was changed to general cleaning, it was also shriveled and unaesthetically pleasing.

Apart from reading novels, Li Zhiyang's hobby is probably writing novels. He has the same hobbies as senior sister, although senior sister also has a true love of playing games.Sitting next to her, you can often see freshly baked manuscripts.Looking at the things she wrote, I feel amazing. Why can they always come up with so many interesting things and express them in words? A weak writer like me can't write a composition even if he is too long-winded. The number of words, the same thing depicted from their pens really has a sense of empathy and a sense of seeing the scene in person.

People who write articles are generally delicate and emotional, and they are more sensitive to the changes around them. They are good at finding bright spots in small things and recording them, Li Zhiyang told me so.But in my impression, although Su Zi also writes, she always gives people the impression that she is careless and heartless. How could she be as Li Zhiyang said, with delicate emotions and attention to details.

Feelings can be deceiving, what you see may not be the real appearance, Li Zhiyang reminded.I didn't discuss the senior sister with her. I just chatted about why some people wrote very good articles but I couldn't. Her attitude suddenly became serious, as if she was discussing academic issues.

Su Zi is a delicate person?This is something I never thought about.When I see her, she is always in a hurry like a self-illuminating body. Wherever there is excitement, there must be her. She is also an actionist and goes when she thinks of things. It happens to be completely different from me who keep most of my thoughts in my heart. The opposite two people, that's why they always attract my attention, and I can't help but want to get closer to her and become like her.Suddenly said that she is slender, although this does not constitute a conflict with the lively and outgoing personality, then why did she not notice my feelings until almost everyone around knew it, and she didn't know until I kissed her forcefully .Or, in fact, she knew it, but she was just pretending to be stupid.

If you are really pretending to be stupid, then what is the reason for pretending to be stupid?I simply don't want to accept me, and I don't want to lose my friend.With a brain hole comparable to the universe, I imagined wildly, should I be happy or sad, probably happy, at least she doesn't want to lose me, right?It also means that the relationship between me and her, from the very beginning, has been written by her in bold and bold three words: Impossible.

No, it can’t be like this, I shook my head hard, this must be because I think too much, if she knew from the beginning that I like her, according to her character, she should roll her eyes and sneer a few words and then continue to do it like everything happened Friends are.So her behavior of hiding from me suddenly, can I understand it as, like in ordinary TV dramas, she suddenly realized that she didn't have nothing for me at all, so she was distracted for a while and didn't know what to do, so she simply chose escape.

With this realization, the negative energy accumulated in front of me was swept away. Even in class, I still couldn't help but smile like a nympho.Sure enough, Wen Tian was also right, feelings are two-sided, only when one party initiates, the other party can respond.I began to look forward to the early arrival of the winter vacation, and the time of separation should be regarded as a way to sort out the relationship between the two parties.

"Hey, the teacher called you twice, what are you doing!" Li Zhiyang suddenly kicked my leg vigorously from under the table.

"I didn't hear that." I blinked. The teacher's roll call was nothing more than asking me to answer questions. Compared with the possibility that my senior sister might like me, this kind of trivial matter is nothing at all.

"Then you should stand up!" Li Zhiyang was in a hurry, and stepped on my foot directly.

"Well..." I reluctantly stood up, I am in a good mood today, and I don't care about you.Looking up at the podium, the mathematics teacher was full of suppressed anger, and the eyes behind the lens were staring at me.The eyeballs popping out are not as big as the senior sister's eyes, this is my reflexive feeling.

"An Yu, you do this problem." The math teacher tapped the blackboard with a pointer, on which was drawn a math problem composed of various symbols that I didn't know each other.

"No." I shook my head.In normal times, maybe I would go up and struggle a few times, but today is different, the senior sister may like me, I am a person with status, maybe I will save the universe in the future, math problems and so on are just floating clouds.

"Stay after school." The math teacher motioned me to sit down, and continued to ask people to do the problems. The first one to bear the brunt was the unlucky fellow sitting next to me, Li Zhiyang.Of course, her result was the same as mine, staying after school.

"I was killed by you! I wanted to go home early today to watch the finale, but it was a waste of time." Li Zhiyang frowned and disliked me. A certain article she had been chasing was said to be finished today, "It's fine if you said you were in a daze in class. He shook his head and nodded again, and made an inexplicable laugh, telling you to ignore people, who are you trying to scare to death!"

"Did I do such a strange thing?" I thought my tone must have been very casual when I asked this question. The good mood at the moment made me want to laugh out loud and announce to the world that I am not broken in love.

"Nonsense, I'll show you a mirror to see if you want to see the expression on your face. It's almost frightening the elementary school students to tears." Although he was complaining, Li Zhiyang still spoke softly.

"Did I ever tell you that your tone of voice is funny and cute?"

"You..." Li Zhiyang was at a loss for words for a while, blinked his eyes and glanced at me, his blush spread to the back of his ears at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it took a long time before he weakly said, "Your brain was caught by the door today How about it, Shenjing Bing!"

"Shenjing Bing? No, no, no, I'm not Shenjing Bing, I'm just a pervert." When I'm in a good mood, even saying this sentence that once made me sad and hurt my lungs to the point of giving up on myself gives me a different feeling. This is the so-called love the power of?I don't understand, it's good to be in a good mood anyway, being liked by the person you like, even though it's just a hypothetical with a small possibility, it's still something that will easily move people.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you!" Li Zhiyang turned his face away and stopped talking, and simply took out his notebook to write novels. Li Zhiyang had already used up several notebooks, all of which were novels written by her.

Unlike the senior sister, the senior sister likes to write a small piece of paper and share it with the people next to her. Li Zhiyang insists on writing a whole article before showing it to others. Of course, I am the first person who can see the content.So it's not a rare experience to see something written by others for the first time. I don't seem to be so jealous of my sister's tablemate anymore. To me, they are two completely different people.

Li Zhiyang has been burying his head in writing, and I am giggling beside me. This is the state of the two of us on an ordinary Friday afternoon at the end of December, but this day is the legendary Christmas Eve, which is also Christmas Eve. A day spent with important family members.

The night before school, the autumn thief appeared at the door of the class and asked me what I would like to eat tonight. Of course I knew that she had been thinking about it all day and couldn't think of any takeaways that she hadn't eaten, so she came to me for help.But I was in a good mood today, and I didn't want to force myself to eat something new, so I gave her a random word, so she walked away with her mouth pouted, as if she knew she shouldn't ask me.

Regarding the fact that I was left by the teacher to lecture me, Wanqiu expressed inexplicable happiness, and even asked me to communicate and exchange feelings with the teacher more, so that I can develop morally, intellectually, physically, aesthetically and in an all-round way.I absolutely ignore her abnormal and disgusting suggestion. When she came to report a few days ago, she also said that the teacher can hide and nod. Never open your mouth, especially if you can’t express different opinions from the teacher. It's rotten in my heart, anyway, I can't suffocate people to death if I say a few words, otherwise there will definitely be a big trouble, and I won't be compensated for the legal waste of my life.

Looking at the back of Wanqiu who seems to be relieved and leaving, I always feel that she is plotting some ulterior motive, especially something that cannot be told to me. However, I have to be trapped in the teacher's office after school, listening to the math teacher teach the true meaning of life philosophy and happiness. Expose her conspiracy for a while.Forget it, just let her go until I get home, who made me feel so beautiful today.

"You've been smirking all afternoon, ghost? It shouldn't be in broad daylight." Li Zhiyang finally couldn't bear it anymore, and reached out to touch my forehead, his face still bright red.

"Guess." I don't need to look in the mirror to know that the smile on my face has been twitching.