serious about love

"Tsk, today's girl is sweeter than yesterday's girl, like a ripe peach, the sweet juice is about to burst out."

Yang Cong looked downstairs and smacked his lips enviously, "Squad leader is so lucky."

Yanhao bit a hard fruit candy and pushed it into his mouth. The aroma of the apple lingered on the tip of his tongue instantly. Yang Cong was still beeping, so he suddenly stretched his leg and kicked the corner of the table: "Are you annoyed?"

Yang Cong flattened his mouth in disgust: "Xiao Hao, you are killing me."

Yanhao sweeps over in a gloomy manner.

Yang Cong immediately made a gesture to shut up.

Yan Hao took the automatic pen and turned it around, put it down, turned it again, repeated for a while, and asked without thinking: "What do you think of me?"

Yang Cong was confused: "What?"

Yanhao lifted up her long, thin bangs: "Another way of asking, I'm like this, can I get by?"

The forehead is smooth and full, and the eyebrows and eyes are extremely delicate.

But because of the cinnabar mole on the center of the eyebrow, there was a bit of coquettishness for no reason.

Yang Cong raised his thumbs with both hands: "It's passable, it's too passable."

Yan Hao put down the bangs.

Yang Cong rubbed his hands anxiously like his old father: "What's the matter?"

Yan Hao sighed: "I'm thinking of spring."

Yang Cong made a serious decision: "Fairy! Get out of my son quickly! Otherwise, I will make you immortal forever!"

Yan Hao pulled his lips: "Stupid."

A person came in at the door of the classroom, with cool short hair, tall, broad shoulders and long legs, deep eye folds, long and sharp eyes, high nose bridge, thin lips, and three-dimensional outline.

The appearance is outstanding, and the temperament is extremely cold.

Jiang Muxing, No. 1 middle school student, monitor of class [-] of the second year of high school, and a top student.

Yan Gao, Yan Gou dies at a glance.

For example, a good banquet.

"Gao"

Have a good time crushing the sugar.

There is less than a month until the summer vacation, and after entering the third year of high school, there will be a [-]-day countdown and the college entrance examination.

Time waits for no one, he must act quickly.

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After school, Yan Hao slowly put away the desk.

Yang Cong's schoolbags are all back on his back: "Master, can you be quicker?"

Yan Hao waved his hand: "You go first."

"Fuck!" Yang Cong quit, "We agreed to play games together, how can you sing well?"

Yan Hao piled up the textbooks: "Tomorrow morning, I will bring you Sijijin's siu mai and soy milk."

"Alright, see you tomorrow." Yang Cong quickly rolled away.

The fan whirred.

The classroom was filled with the sound of joking and playing, the sound of moving tables and chairs, the sound of shouting and singing, the crisp sound of stainless steel spoons being rubbed in the rice bowl...

Quite noisy.

The intertwining of these sounds is the unique symphony after school.

Yanhao had something on his mind and sounded irritable. He leaned back on the back of the chair, pressed his thumb on the automatic pen once and for all, and saw that the refill was exposed and retracted.

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at the first row of the first group from time to time, sitting on top of the broad backs on the other side of the aisle.

Fortunately, Yan is in the last row of the last group by the window, just diagonal to him, as if separated by a Milky Way.

The noise in the classroom gradually weakened, and the dormitory and day students all slipped away. Yanhao unknowingly changed from peeking to staring blatantly. He put his hands under the desk, squeezed his fingers intertwined, and stood up. Walk over with the math paper.

"Squad leader, I don't know how to answer a question, can you explain it to me?"

Jiang Muxing put away the English exercise book spread out in front of him, and said indifferently, "Which question?"

Yan Hao pointed: "That's it."

Jiang Muxing took a glance: "Did you memorize the formula?"

Yanhao scratched the tip of her slightly raised nose: "I have memorized it, I don't know how to use it."

Jiang Muxing drew an auxiliary line: "Yes?"

Yan Hao shook his head: "No."

Jiang Muxing bowed his head and wrote the calculation process, his handwriting was neat and energetic.

Take a look at the nape of his neck that is exposed outside the collar of his school uniform, look at his thick and long eyelashes hanging down, the corners of his lips slightly pursed when solving problems, the hand holding the pen, his gaze wandering, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and his mind wandering.

Jiang Muxing stopped writing, started to lecture, and opened the exercise book again after the lecture.

"I didn't understand," Yanhao crouched on a pile of books, rubbing the toes of his sneakers on the ground, "Can you explain it again?"

Jiang Muxing said in a low voice: "If you don't focus on this, it's useless to say it a hundred times."

Yan Hao took a deep breath with guilt, bit his teeth to the tip of his tongue, the pain made him frowned, and he pretended to be calm: "Squad leader, what do you mean?"

Jiang Muxing turned his face to the side and raised his eyelids.

Yan Hao was so shocked that he held his breath, his adrenaline soared, his heart was beating wildly, the sound was too loud, echoing in his ears, which made him at a loss, he dragged the paper and left.

In the end, he didn't notice that the corner of the paper was still under Jiang Muxing's arm. He pulled it with too much force, and heard a "squeaky" sound.

"..."

Yan Hao rubbed his hot ears vigorously, pretending to be very relaxed: "Squad leader, my test paper is broken."

Jiang Muxing took out the piece under his arm.

Yan Hao reached out to pick it up, but didn't leave, and said bravely, "Lend me the tape."

Jiang Muxing gave him half a roll of tape.

Yan Hao sat down on the seat across the aisle, put the paper together, pulled off a piece of tape, tilted his head and approached it, and was about to bite it off with his teeth, but changed his mind: "Squad leader, borrow a knife."

A blue knife was thrown over.

Yan Hao pulled out the blade and cut the tape. He was still thinking about the topic, and two people came in at the back door, holding a rice bowl, bringing in a smell of food.

When the two saw that Yanhao had gone to the first row, they were stunned for a while.

When they saw him return the tape to the monitor, his expression was strange.

-

The evening glow weaves into a big net and envelops the school, tender and lingering.

Yan Hao unlocked the carport, and moved very slowly. The gloom in his eyes faded away when Jiang Muxing came over here.

Jiang Muxing's car is very old, just like his shoes, but they are very clean.

Yan really wanted to talk to him, but the atmosphere was disrupted again, this time it was the girl who confessed her love under the camphor tree in the afternoon.

Jiang Muxing put the black chain lock into the front basket: "What's the matter?"

Seeing the presence of a third person, the girl felt a little shy, and said softly, "I've thought about it, we can be friends."

Jiang Muxing was expressionless.

The girl's glamorous face turned pale, and her red lips murmured, "Can't you be friends too?"

Jiang Muxing said, "Sorry."

The girl's eyes turned red: "Then I... If I don't confess my love to you, don't tell you, don't let you know what I'm thinking, can I be friends?"

Jiang Muxing pushed the car out of the shed.

The girl wanted to grab his school uniform, but was so frightened by the look of his back that she withdrew her hand.

"Jiang Muxing, what kind of girl do you like, I can work hard in that direction, I can definitely do it."

"Pointless."

After Jiang Muxing finished speaking, he rode away on his bicycle.

The girl was crying like rain, I felt sorry for her, so I gave her a pack of tissues and asked hesitantly, "Student, you like my class... How long have we been the class president?"

"It's been a long time," the girl said while crying, "He went up to speak at the Freshman Congress, and I, I just..."

Ye Hao pursed his lips, not as early as him.

It is very difficult for girls to chase after Jiang Muxing. It depends on personality, knowledge, appearance, body and feeling. For boys, all factors are good or bad, and they can only wait for a miracle.

The banquet was waiting and waiting, and in a blink of an eye, the second year of high school was almost over, and the days passed so fast that he was caught off guard and panicked.

Looking at the figure in the distance, Yan Hao's eyes were filled with light, he stepped into the car, and quickly stepped on the pedals to catch up.

Jiang Mu went out of the school gate and turned to the road on the left.

Yanhao also turned like that, following him in the same direction, automatically shielding pedestrians and vehicles on the road, as if it was just the two of them, accompanying each other on the tail of youth.

Thinking of this, the corners of Yan Hao's lips curled up. When he passed a cold drink shop, he turned his head and smiled: "Squad leader, I'll treat you to a drink."

Jiang Muxing said nothing.

Yan Hao grabbed the back seat of his car and refused to let him go.

Not long after, two bicycles were parked by the side of the road, and the two teenagers stood side by side, drinking salt soda in silence.

Yanhao bit the straw and touched the tip of her tongue: "It's said to be salt soda, but it's actually not salty, it's sweet."

Jiang Muxing watched the sunset: "There will be sugar in the drinks."

The most beautiful part of the banquet was the boy watching the sunset, just like a painting, so beautiful that it was unreal: "Squad leader, are you short of money?"

Jiang Muxing was still looking at the sunset.

Yan Hao wiped the sweat off her eyes with the back of her hand: "I've seen you working in a restaurant."

Jiang Muxing didn't respond.

Yanhao said without thinking: "I also saw you come out of an educational institution."

Jiang Muxing lowered his head and looked at him.

Yan Hao's breath was stagnant, and he was suddenly speechless.

After a while, Jiang Muxing spoke in a cold voice: "What do you want to say?"

Yan Hao took two sips of soda to suppress his shock: "That's right, my family bought me into No. [-] Middle School, that is to say, I only got the score line that can be spent in the test, which is not the same as what you got in by yourself, it's almost the same. "

"I really can't understand the questions you gave me after school, and I can't understand them. I can't keep up with the class, and I keep wandering."

When it came to the last few words, Yan shunned her bangs uncomfortably, covering her eyes.

Jiang Muxing looked down at his watch.

Yan Hao knew that he had a good plan in his time and was going to work, so he sped up his speech speed, and his back was densely covered with sweat: "Among several subjects, I am good at English, and I am not bad at science and technology. The most rubbish, probably because it loves me so deeply.”

"My dad hired me a tutor before. He was a rigid old man, and there was a generation gap in communication. He quit after a while."

Yan Hao wiped the sweat from his palms on the soda bottle: "Later, I changed to a younger teacher, who didn't get along with me in character."

Several little girls came to buy drinks, looked at Jiang Muxing shyly, and whispered "so tall" and "so handsome".

Yan Hao's thinking was interrupted, and he was in a daze.

Jiang Muxing looked at his watch for the second time, seeming anxious: "I'm leaving."

"Wait!"

Yan Hao smelled the faint smell of soap on his body, looked down at the upper of the shoe, and said in a low voice, "Squad leader, you study well, you have always been the first in the grade, and I am in the same class, the same age, and the same sex, I think I will get along with you." It's a great fit."

Jiang Muxing didn't seem to hear clearly, and frowned: "Speak louder."

Yanhao licked the dry corners of her lips, and raised her voice: "I mean, my dad has high hopes for me, and I urgently need a tutor, or you can give me one-on-one tutoring, and I will pay for your lessons. "

The author has something to say: This article is about love.