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From the second day of the rainy day, when Zhang Ailin came to class again, it was like a different person.

To describe it in one word, Zhou Zhou thinks it should be terrifyingly positive.

Obviously, yesterday he was still very resistant to the sudden responsibility of the disciplinary committee. Starting this morning, not only was the previous burnout swept away, but he also demanded high standards.

"Be quiet." Zhang Ailin put her hands on the table, looked at the students in the classroom in front of her from the back of the classroom, and frowned.

There's always someone to talk, and there's always someone to make a sound.

It's like an irrepressible flow of water. If one is not careful, it will push out from the gap and flow out again.

While Zhou Zhou was doing his homework, he secretly glanced at Zhang Ailin's face.Her complexion is not very good.

After hesitating for a while, she took out a sticky note and wrote on it: "Are you in a bad mood?" Then, after hesitating again, she tore off the sticky note, pasted it on Zhang Ailin's corrected homework book, and gave it back to her.

Zhang Ailin picked up the sticky note and said in a low voice, "No."

"That's good." Zhou Zhou wrote another note, and then drew a smiling face at the bottom of the note.

"She likes to write notes very much." Zhang Ailin thought silently while looking at another note with cartoon characters on it.

Suddenly, the sound of laughing and playing came from the corner on the right side of the classroom.

"What are you doing!"

"What are you doing so loudly?"

Zhang Ailin's eyes immediately locked on the source of the voice, frowned, and shouted: "Shut up."

The pair at the same table stopped talking immediately, the girl bowed her head and said nothing, the boy turned his head and met Zhang Ailin's gaze, his eyes were full of disdain and irritability.

Zhang Ailin was not afraid, she stared at the past with her eyes wide open.

It just so happened that Fang was finishing his homework. He raised his head, caught a glimpse of the boy's unfriendly gaze, and turned his head to the boy to express his doubts.

The boy smiled at Fangzheng, then gave Zhang Ailin a blank look, and turned his head back.

Fangzheng understood what was going on.In his mind, he straightened out the whole story from the beginning, and mechanically repeated the rigid evaluation: "Her way is inappropriate, which made him lose face in front of his girlfriend, and he felt dissatisfied in his heart."

Then, he lowered his head and picked up a pen to write homework.One square character after another.The rules are not as if they were handwritten, but as if they were printed by a machine, and they are as regular as his meticulously combed hair. Every strand of hair seems to return to its original position according to the rules.

Seeing the boy turn his head back, Zhang Ailin stared at his back, clenched her hands into fists and pressed them to her lips, her face was full of irritability.

On the one hand, I feel guilty, and on the other hand, I feel irritable.

The guilty one was Wang Bing's dejected face facing the leader's criticism, and the annoyed one was the strange faces in the classroom one after another.

When she started to pay attention to the sound in the classroom, she suddenly found that the sound in the classroom was much louder and clearer than she imagined.All kinds of different voices.

There were so many that she was a little overwhelmed.

Some people say this, some people say that.

Which one to believe and which one not to believe.

do not know.

It's just that post-it notes of various colors and cute patterns are pasted on her desk one after another.Sometimes some emoticons are added at the end of the paragraph.

She didn't throw away any of the sticky notes written by Zhou Zhou, and piled one after another on the corner of the table. Before she knew it, she had accumulated a thick stack.

When Zhang Ailin came to the classroom in the afternoon, as usual, Zhou Zhou greeted her with a smile: "Good afternoon, I came so early today."

She smiled sweetly, and her eyes were bent like crescent moons.

Inexplicably, Zhang Ailin felt a little embarrassed.

Zhang Ailin lowered her eyebrows, pretending not to look at her, and hung her schoolbag on the hook beside the table.The hook is in the shape of a cute bunny.Zhou Zhou stuck with her.

"Well. Woke up early." While talking, Zhang Ailin sat on the seat.

"Did you not rest?" Zhou Zhou asked.

"Not asleep."

"what happened?"

Every time she heard Zhou Zhou's continuous questions, a flame of resistance always subconsciously rose in Zhang Ailin's heart.She was too close.

Zhang Ailin reached out and touched the back of her neck, pretending to look at the class schedule on the corner of the table.Zhou Zhou wrote the class schedule for her.

"Two math classes this afternoon." Zhang Ailin said to herself.

Another conversation like this.

"She avoids me, avoids me."

The sourness in Zhou Zhou’s heart was like water vapor, oozing out from every cell in his body, converging into his heart, flowing down his throat, a bitter taste, but it was sweet when he spit it out: “Yes, your The homework was corrected for you, and the red pen circled it was accidentally wrong, and the homework should be sent out later."

"Thank you." Zhang Ailin said.

Since Wang Bing asked Zhou Zhou to urge her to study, Zhou Zhou has been extraordinarily caring.

Zhang Ailin felt that Zhou Zhou was really a conscientious and responsible classmate.

"I've said it, so I don't need to say thank you, it's too polite." Zhou Zhou said with a wry smile that Zhang Ailin couldn't understand.

Zhou Zhou only felt that although they were at the same table, the relationship was always like that of classmates they met for the first time, and they didn't belong to the same class.

After hearing this, Zhang Ailin nodded, but she would not obey it next time.

"Zhou Zhou is really a good classmate who is serious, responsible and helpful." Zhang Ailin thought in her heart.

"Then don't thank me next time?" Zhou Zhou repeated tentatively.

It's just that there is a small expectation in my heart that the person in front of me who always looks cold can get closer to her.Even a little bit, a little bit is fine.

Zhang Ailin nodded hesitantly: "OK."

"Zhou Zhou is really a good classmate who is conscientious, responsible, helpful and approachable." Zhang Ailin said in her heart.

After hearing the answer, Zhou Zhou laughed.She smiled sweetly, like after removing the tinfoil on the lid of a new jar of honey, they scrambled to get the first burst of sweetness out of the bottle, covering the sourness in her heart with a thick layer.

Her smile always makes Zhang Ailin feel embarrassed.Zhang Ailin always turned her head away to avoid her gaze.

Suddenly, accompanied by laughter, a thick exercise book flew straight towards them.

"Catch it!" A boy smiled and shouted to Zhang Ailin.

Zhang Ailin turned her head.I saw that it was the boy who was scolded by Zhang Ailin for talking in class.

She raised her hand to block the exercise book that he threw over.

fluttered.

A corner of the exercise book hit Zhang Ailin's arm, then slid past under her arm, and hit Zhou Zhou's face heavily beside her.

Zhou Zhou covered his eyes, bent over in pain, bit his lip, trembling slightly, refusing to make a sound.

Zhang Ailin bent down quickly, put Zhou Zhou's shoulder lightly, and her tone was full of urgency: "Are you all right? Are you all right? How's it going?"

Seeing that Zhou Zhou was hit, the boy didn't expect that he froze in place for a while, standing there.

Zhou Zhou closed his eyes, heard Zhang Ailin's voice, endured the pain, and uttered a few words: "A little bit, but it's okay."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Zhou covered his eyes again and bent over.

Looking at Zhou Zhou, Zhang Ailin frowned, and the hand on her shoulder involuntarily exerted a little force according to the tension in her heart. She asked softly, "Do you want to go to the school hospital?"

After a while, Zhou Zhou raised his body, put down his hands, tried to open his eyes, looked at Zhang Ailin, and said, "I'm fine!"

The moment she raised her head, Zhang Ailin blurted out a dirty word: "Fuck."

The eyeball that was hit by the exercise book was full of blood, and there were faint tears in the corner of the eye, reflecting the redness of the eyeball, as if bleeding from the eye socket.

Without saying a word, Zhang Ailin got up and stood up, holding Zhou Zhou's arm at the same time: "Go to the school hospital, go to the school hospital."

Zhou Zhou struggled to get rid of it, squinted his eyes, and waved his other hand again and again: "No, no, I think I'm already fine."

Zhang Ailin didn't listen to her at all, Zhou Zhou was dragged into the school hospital by Zhang Ailin like a chicken being lifted up.

"You sit here." Zhang Ailin said to Zhou Zhou as she placed her on a bench in the corridor of the school hospital.

"Yes." Zhou Zhou agreed obediently.

What is reflected in the eyes is Zhang Ailin's blurred and anxious back.

Zhou Zhou pressed his finger on the injured eye, but he was secretly happy in his heart.

She is worried about me.

After a while, Zhang Ailin's figure appeared in front of Zhou Zhou again.

Although only blurred patches of color could be seen in front of his eyes, Zhou Zhou felt intuitively that the one running towards her from a distance, eagerly, was her.

"Hurry up, join the team." Zhang Ailin pulled Zhou Zhou's wrist and walked inside.

The sudden warmth on the skin at that moment made Zhou Zhou feel a little dazed.

Her mind was blank, she didn't want to pay attention to anything, and her eyes were fixed on the hand of the person in front of her.That hand, clutching his arm tightly.

When the doctor asked her, she was still in a daze.

"Why don't you talk? How did you do it?" the school doctor looked at Zhou Zhou's bloodshot eyes and asked.

"The book was smashed." Zhang Ailin stood aside and replied for Zhou Zhou.

Zhou Zhou regained his composure, and apologized repeatedly to the doctor: "I'm sorry, I was distracted just now."

After sitting for a long time, the doctor took out his pen, wrote a few hastily, and said: "It's nothing serious, I'll prescribe some ointment for you, be careful not to get infected, pay attention to a light diet, and pay attention to rest. It will disappear by itself in a few days." gone."

Zhou Zhou heard Zhang Ailin let out a long sigh of relief.

"Thank you, doctor." Zhang Ailin bowed slightly to the doctor to show her gratitude.

"Thank you doctor." Zhou Zhou also followed Zhang Ailin's voice, with a sweet smile on his face.

From the time he walked out of the doctor's consulting room, Zhou Zhou seemed very happy, bouncing around.

"Your eyes are bad, so don't be so active." Zhang Ailin's original intention was: be careful of obstacles on the road.

Zhou Zhou didn't care about her words, and said, "The eyes will be fine in a few days."

Zhang Ailin looked at Zhou Zhou and was silent for a moment. She didn't understand her happiness, and asked inexplicably, "Why are you so happy after being injured?"

Zhou Zhou, who was bouncing around, stopped after hearing this, turned around, put his hands behind his back, and with a honey-like smile on his face, he deliberately elongated the tone and said:

"It's just—happy!"