But he said he loves me [Entertainment]

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He had to find a way to make Ji Pingyu remember him.

Extra Story: Teenager's mind is a grand secret ([-]);

Although the two topics were met with silence, Ji Pingyu did not give up.

After distributing the books, when the class teacher asked the monitor to make a current seating chart and hand it in, Ji Pingyu stretched out his hand: "Can I borrow a ruler? I didn't bring it."

Liang Buyuan didn't say a word, but silently put the long ruler in his palm.

Ji Pingyu's hands are as beautiful as others, slender and fair, but not delicate, and it can be seen that there are some thin calluses on them.But these are just the right additions, adding a sense of strength to the teenager.

Ji Pingyu held the ruler: "Thank you."

He lowered his head and drew a line on the A4 he received from the class teacher: "I noticed your grades before, you actually have better grades in liberal arts, right? Why did you choose science?"

Liang Buyuan didn't say a word, just turned over a page of the exercise book.

Although Ji Pingyu is a social cow, he is not at the level where he can completely talk to himself, so after Liang Bukuan didn't pick up the quarrel, he concentrated on drawing the line.

And Liang Buyuan quietly looked at this multiple-choice question that was so simple that he could know the answer at a glance, and silently turned the page back.

He just had an idea for the last big question.

He was a little surprised that Ji Pingyu noticed him, but it didn't seem to be a strange thing.

After all, he is always under his name, and he has heard people discuss it, saying that Ji Pingyu has a photographic memory, so it is not surprising that he will remember it.

The point is...

The students from the second class next door came to say hello: "Brother Ji! What a coincidence! I'm right next door to you!"

Ji Pingyu looked up at him, and smiled apologetically: "Excuse me, who are you?"

The boy was shocked immediately: "Brother Ji! We only played basketball on the last day of last semester!"

He clutched his heart and exaggerated: "I'm Shen Zheng, woo woo woo, we've obviously played together so many times."

Hearing the name, Ji Pingyu said softly, "I remember now."

He joked: "After all, the pass you mistook for your teammate impressed me too much."

In fact, Ji Pingyu was only deeply impressed by the name and this incident, and his memory of this face was very weak. He only remembered it when the other party mentioned it.

He's not face blind, it's just that he didn't take the time to remember.

He seems to be very familiar with everyone, and can chat with everyone, but in fact, if he has to use labels to define, these people can only be regarded as "chat".

It would take time or energy to get him to remember his name and face.

But Shen Zheng didn't notice it at all, instead he said happily: "Everyone is wearing school uniforms, and they didn't know each other at that time, so it's normal to make mistakes."

He asked, "Are you going to play ball after school?"

Ji Pingyu: "Let's talk about it, the main thing is to see if there is anything else in our class later."

He gestured helplessly: "I am the squad leader."

Shen Zheng: "Alright, then I'll call you after school."

He said and called Yang Po again: "Brother Po! Play ball after school!"

Ji Pingyu lowered his eyes and continued to draw lines. He just touched the ruler with the tip of his nose, and looked at Liang Buyuan, who was sitting next to him like a transparent person the whole time, as if thinking of something: "At the same table, are you going to play after school?"

Liang Buyuan seemed to be engrossed in the topic, but he still didn't speak.

Ji Pingyu switched to writing, already beginning to wonder if he was unable to speak.

So when I went to eat with Yang Po and the others at noon, Ji Pingyu asked Yang Po, who loved to inquire about gossip, "Hey, let me ask you, my deskmate..."

"Don't talk, right?" Yang Po looked around, and whispered to him, "I knew you wanted to ask me."

Ji Pingyu raised his eyebrows, still thinking that he might be really dumb, so Yang Po said, "Don't worry, he seems to be like this all the time. Didn't I tell you before? I failed math that day and was called by the teacher Went to the office. I don’t complain that I’m in the computer group in the first year of high school, so I took their teacher to the same office as our math teacher in the first year of high school.”

"At that time, the teacher told him a lot. I roughly calculated that it would take at least 10 minutes. This is the time I started to count when I went in."

Yang Po sighed, "He just nodded, without even saying yes."

Ji Pingyu was not sure: "He is..."

"No." Yang Po said: "Later, he also talked when he asked the teacher questions. To be honest, I think his voice is quite nice, the kind that girls would like, but... I don't understand."

He said: "You said that if I were his teacher, he would just nod after talking to him so much. It must be because of his good grades that he didn't beat him."

Speaking of this, Yang Po nodded again: "His grades are indeed good, no wonder the teacher is so polite to him. No way Brother Ji, I have to study hard today!"

Ji Pingyu sneered: "You also told me this in the first year of high school, and then you fell from the top [-] in your grade to the top [-]."

Yang Po: "..."

The fact that Ji Pingyu's new deskmate is Liangbukuan is still spreading in various groups.

When Ji Pingyu was eating lunch in the cafeteria, he heard people who had played with him come over and say to him: "The girls in the class group I used to talk about when I was in high school are all talking about you two."

He has grown up in the eyes since he was a child, and he has no special feeling: "Really."

The male classmate said: "Yes! My God, I also saw that someone secretly took a photo of you. Don't tell me, although that person has that personality, the two of you sitting together are really eye-catching, just like celebrities."

Ji Pingyu swallowed the food in his mouth, a little curious: "What character?"

The male student smiled meaningfully: "I'm withdrawn. I heard people say that he seems to have autism or something. I don't know how this kind of mental illness can come to school with us normal people."

Ji Pingyu stopped.

He looked at the contemptuous and jealous boy, pulled the corners of his mouth lightly, and imitated his tone: "I am also curious, how can a person like you who chews people's tongue behind a twisted personality be different from us normal people?" Go to school together."

When there is no smile in his fox eyes, the sense of oppression that does not belong to this age is revealed.

The other people on this table immediately became quiet.

Ji Pingyu, who has a good family background, good looks, and good personality, is like a "king" in the eyes of some middle school teenagers. As long as he blatantly shows ill will to anyone, a lot of people will follow him one after another. Walk.

Like now.

The taunting words overwhelmed the boy almost instantly. The boy's face turned blue and then turned white, and finally fled with his neck stuck, not even having the courage to slap the table and call out Ji Pingyu.

After lunch, Ji Pingyu declined their invitation to play. After all, although today is August 31, September is already approaching.

But the weather in Fengbei is still hot, and today is also a sunny day. He really doesn't like sunny days, let alone playing sports that require looking up at the sun.

Ji Pingyu returned to the classroom. There were already two or three classmates in the classroom, and his deskmate was still doing the quizzes in place.

Ji Pingyu took a look and found that it was a Mathematics Olympiad workbook. Speaking of which, there is a Mathematics Olympiad class in the second year of high school, and there is a bonus, and if you take the first year of the country, you will be recommended, and you don't need to finish the third year of high school.

Will save a fortune.

Ji Pingyu didn't like to participate in these activities, so whether it was the computer group in the first year of high school or the Austrian array, he refused.

He even looked forward to the feeling of the college entrance examination.

Walking is a safety lock, it's boring, life is all about the pursuit of excitement.

Ji Pingyu caught a glimpse of the unfilled registration form on Liangbuyuan's desk, and while pulling away his chair, he asked persistently: "Are you going to participate in the Olympic Array? Do you need to add extra classes for this? You have to have dinner Eat at school."

Liang Buyuan finally responded - he nodded, and then there was no follow-up.

How quiet this person is.

Ji Pingyu fell into deep thought.

The first day of class was not tense, and the teacher did not stay in class.

After Liang Buyuan ate the free dinner at school, he went to the Mathematics Olympiad class for two hours before returning home.

When he got home downstairs, he saw his mother dragging two sacks to carry upstairs, Liang Buyuan quickly stepped forward and took them from her.

Dai Qiu sighed for a long time: "I can afford it."

Liang Buyuan didn't say a word, carrying an already heavy schoolbag and a sack in each hand.

The sack was taller and bigger than others, and his back was bent a lot, so she carried it straight up.

Dai Qiu felt a little distressed, and followed behind him: "Then give me your schoolbag."

Liang Buyuan still ignored it, but combined the three steps into one step, so that Dai Qiu didn't even have a chance to snatch it.

The weights of the two sacks are different. After all, they are all waste products. Some are iron and some are plastic. They were all picked up by Dai Qiu during his off-duty time.

Dai Qiu had no choice but to follow him up the stairs, muttering in his mouth: "I picked up a lot of soda cans today, and now more and more children drink that kind of drink as water, but it's a pity that there are more and more waste products now." The cheaper it is, the person who collected the scraps told me the day before yesterday, and now it has been reduced again, paper is fifty cents a catty, metal is a little better, and there is one yuan.”

Liang Buyuan never said a word.

Dai Qiu is also not emotional, her own child, she knows best, she has always known how silent Liang Buyuan is.

"I've heard people say that pineapple beer is delicious. It's that kind of drink, and it's cheaper than those Cokes and Sprites. It only costs one dollar a can." Dai Qiu's gentle voice spoke in the old, dirty and rusty corridor. Response: "I'll ask them where they bought it tomorrow, and I'll buy you a can to try."

Liang Buyuan finally said, "No need."

He put the sack at the door, took out the key and opened the discolored iron gate: "I don't like it."

Dai Qiu moved her lips and changed the subject: "How about going to school today? Is the new tablemate a boy or a girl? Have you become friends?"

As a mother, she is a little eager to hear the names of her peers from Liang Buyuan's mouth one day.

Liang Buyuan stretched out his hand and twisted the two sacks blocking the door together. The young man's thin and pale hands stretched out, his seemingly fragile veins protruded. With one hand, there was a sack of about [-] kilograms that was added together, and he carried it directly. Entered the house.

"Not urgent."

The clinking of bottles and cans sounded together with his voice, and Dai Qiu, who was not in good health, couldn't hear clearly: "What?"

Liang Buyuan shook his head, but didn't speak any more.

He put down his schoolbag, took out the chemistry textbook and stroked it.

Not urgent.

He had to find a way to make Ji Pingyu remember him.

The kind with a name and a face.

The author says:

Xiaoliang (pointing);

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