white green yellow

The first week of September means the start of elementary school, middle school, and high school.

When I walked out of the room in a white dress and a black dress, I happened to meet Shi Qing who was wearing a yellow dress and a black dress.Her hair was disheveled, she looked as if she had just woken up, she hadn't worn her uniform for the whole summer vacation, but it was wrinkled beyond belief.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" She laughed as soon as she saw me in uniform, ignoring the judgmental look on my face.

"Are you right?" I asked quietly, pulling the white socks up my calves, "You don't need to wear socks to school?"

"Well, it's better to have a little contrast, otherwise, after I put on white socks, Mom can even see the slight differences between me and you."

She said, tugging on the yellow uniform playfully.

A pair of twins, one in Zhongshan Girls' Middle School and one in Shangjing Beauty Middle School.

I didn't talk too much. It's not that I didn't suggest that my sister should go to Minglun High School or the Middle School Attached to Normal University.But regardless of the grades, it is impossible to get her mother to agree that she wants to develop into art, let alone let Shi Qing enter the art class.

I always feel sorry for her. Shi Qing, who taught herself to sketch, is probably the most talented person I have ever seen.But the difference is only a few PR values, and Shi Qing has to endure other people's eyes comparing the two of us for a whole year.

"Hey! Are you leaving?" Shi Qing said disdainfully, and stuffed herself into the mirror I was looking at.

In the mirror, it looks like a phantom of the same person wearing two sets of clothes. We look so much alike that sometimes even our parents can't tell the difference.

We are the complementary sides of each other.Shi Qing is lively, bold, creative, and a strong presence; I am a representative of calmness and calmness, and I am relatively dead on reading.

From the temperament, you can easily distinguish the two people.

I pulled her over and started combing her messy hair in front of the mirror, only to find that her bangs hadn't been cut for a long time, covering her eyes directly.

Her light-colored eyeballs were empty impatiently, looking into the distance.

"It's the second year of high school, I was thinking, do you want to go to tutoring?"

Shi Qing snorted and looked at me in the mirror contemptuously.

"Please! It's you, not me, who misses a question and misses the first girl in Beibei! Isn't that how money is spent?" Shi Qing answered me almost mockingly, and added, "Tutoring, whimsical .”

"I'm not asking you to learn English by supplementing codes. You should be serious, and you'll be fine." I said, not because I didn't know that she had a good brain, but she didn't like to concentrate.

"I want to ask you if you want to learn sketching and watercolor?"

Shi Qing turned her head so hard and suddenly that I accidentally tore off a few strands of her hair.She ignored the pain and stared at me in surprise.

"Li Shiyu, did I tell you?" Shi Qing's eyes were shining with joy, but his mouth was still unreasonable, "You are a strange lunatic?"

"Please, the monitors of each class bring fifteen students to the Science Museum to pick up new textbooks. Report, please..."

The classroom broadcast kept calling, but the monitor of our class seemed unmoved.

"Squad leader? Who is the monitor?" The sophomore class teacher was a serious-looking woman who was asking sharply at the edge of the podium. Her eyes seemed to be looking for a prisoner who had surrendered, and she scanned over forty students in the class.

"Who volunteered to be the class monitor on the day of returning to school?" the class guide asked, but no one wanted to admit it. She looked down at the list, "Lin Baoxian?"

"Very good." The class guide said in a sarcastic tone, "Lin Baoxian has gastroenteritis and will be on leave for a while. Deputy monitor, take fifteen students to pick up the books."

The new class president is too stupid, because he missed the first day of school because of gastroenteritis.I held back my laughter, got up and followed the team that volunteered to collect books to the Science Museum.

"Hey! Your name is Shiyu, right? When I introduced myself just now, I heard that you like reading, and I like it too!" In the queue of the class, a classmate with coffee-dyed hair and a pretty ponytail was standing beside me. In front of him, he turned his head and chatted with me.

"Uh...hi!" I said overwhelmed. "Sorry, I don't remember...your name?"

She chatted me up excitedly, completely oblivious that I couldn't remember her name.

"What books do you read? Novels?"

In fact, I have just finished reading the first volume of the original text of A Dream of Red Mansions, but that book was disliked by Shi Qing for a summer vacation, and it is obviously not suitable for small talk. "Oh... I was reading Jodie Picourt and Susan Collins' novels in translation during the summer vacation."

"I don't know about Jodie Picourt! Susan Collins...you mean 'The Hunger Games'?" she said, quickly pointing out that even though we both had read the novels in translation, there was still no evidence of overlap.

"I only watched the first part of 'The Hunger Games', and I'm not interested in it. I just plan to watch the rest of the movies. Have you watched 'Twilight'? I think..."

Yes, and only watch the first one, and decide to watch the movie and watch the past.

But I didn't say it, I just shook my head with a polite smile, watching the classmate in front of her discover the same interest, turned her head and started arguing about whether it is better to have a relationship with a vampire or a werewolf.

"Hey! Wouldn't it be better to be with the dwarves? Seven wishes come true at once." I heard a small grunt behind me, so I turned my head to look.

She glanced at me, her eyes wary of whether the Twilight fans in front of me had heard her words.

"'The Hunger Games' is more educational in terms of the essence of the novel." The girl shrugged and said, her long hair was casually coiled on her head and fixed with shark clips. There was beauty in the mess.

"Agree." I said lightly, ignoring the girl who was arguing behind me, "I'm Li Shiyu..."

"My name is Lin Yunqian." She said, "Your name sounds nice, like the protagonist of an idol drama."

I laughed, "Your look alike, too?"

"I think we are the names of the hero and heroine. But are your parents poets? 'Shigure' is so beautiful."

It can be seen from a few short words that Lin Yunqian has a lot of personality, but I don't deny that I like this kind of person with a very distinctive personality, probably because I am too ordinary and need some complementary elements.

Lin Yunqian grinned at me, as if promising that the days to come would be fruitful.