Teacher, she snatched my milk tea!

There are many people in high school, and all kinds of gossip will emerge in an endless stream.

As the center of gossip, the women's restroom has always been the best place to spread various rumors.

There were few girls in the science class, and there were not many people in the toilet between classes. Even so, when Wen Xinyan went in, she could still hear a lot of gossip.

Some of the daily complaints are too difficult, too many homework, and the teachers are too unreasonable, some of them are a pair in another class, some of them are about themselves, and most of the rest are about Ji Xiran.

Different from her daily personality who hardly speaks except for doing questions, Ji Xiran is very outgoing. Once in the city, there was an interview specifically for students' grades, but she refused. Ji Xiran was arranged by the principal to use her penetrating tongue When she came to talk and joke with the reporters, her witty and beautiful appearance made many people interested in her.

All of a sudden, in her class, many boys could be seen looking inside after class, most of them were looking for her.

But Miss Ji doesn’t know whether it’s because she abides by the school rules and disciplines and doesn’t want to fall in love, or because she doesn’t like those people. People who have rejected them in the past three years can line up at the west lake of the school from the school gate. Those boys want to pursue what she sent. They were also given to others.

What she still remembers is that on the Christmas day when they were in the first year of senior high school, the famous rich second generation gave her 520 boxes of Dove chocolates.

When Xiangpiaopiao milk tea circled the earth three times, Dove could compete with it even enjoying the name of silky, and because a box of Dove is expensive, it makes girls think that it is a test to see if a boy loves you The standard is to see whether the chocolate he sent you is a non-branded one or Dove's.

I was given 520 boxes of Dove, how enviable and heart-wrenching it is to say it, but Ji Damei’s expression was like swallowing a fly, she stood at the door of the classroom and stared at the big box of chocolates. Eye.

She politely rejected the rich second generation's courtship, but the rich second generation refused to take back the bunch of doves, so Ji Xiran was forced to become Santa Claus, giving every girl who passed by her class They all sent out a box of chocolates.

When she handed the chocolate to her, the chemistry evening self-study had just ended. In order to go home, everyone rushed forward, and after a while, there was no one, only the two of them and the pile of books half-high .

Twenty boxes of chocolates were placed in front of her, causing her to look up from the exercises in surprise.

"It's too cold, do you want to eat a box, eat a box of chocolates to warm your body?" Although Ji Damei has been stuffed with love letters and talked too much, she has a problem. Girls are prone to short-circuiting brains.

When short-circuited, you can say whatever you want without choosing your words.

I don't know how chocolate can warm up the body. Can I melt the chocolate to make a hot chocolate bath and let people soak it?

She wanted to laugh when she heard it, and Ji Damei also felt that she had said something wrong, she stomped her feet in annoyance, and the Northeast dialect she learned from somewhere came out, "Hey, do you want it or not?"

The calories in a box of chocolates definitely exceed the weight represented by 520. It has high calories and a lot of energy. A box of chocolates can hold several bags of boiled noodles. For her at that time, it was definitely the most needed thing.

She accepted the gift with gratitude. When she was dreaming at night, she accidentally dreamed of Ji Xiran. She was dressed in Santa Claus clothes, with a cute red nose on the tip of her nose. She was carrying a large bag of gifts in her hand. She had a box of extra nicely wrapped presents and said to her, "Merry Christmas."

In the days to come, because of this trivial incident, she and Miss Ji gradually got more and more in touch with each other.

But it's just a nodding acquaintance who met each other, nothing else is really good.

Later, when she went to the liberal arts class, she could hear more and more news about her from others. No matter whether it was good or bad, she seemed to be bright and flamboyant among the population.

While she was thinking about this while washing her hands, the water almost filled the sink before she knew it. Her deskmate Jiang Chen pushed open the toilet door and came out to see her in a daze, and patted her on the shoulder. Then, sneakily said to her, "Xinyan, did Ji Xiran really ask you out to fight last night? Is it because of her that your grades dropped this time? Is it because you beat her every time?" You killed her, so she has hatred in her heart and deliberately wants to deal with you."

The power of the masses is infinite, the imagination of the masses is endless, and the heart of gossip is inexhaustible.

Wen Xinyan couldn't figure out why she and Ji Xiran became enemies overnight.

"No, we have nothing." She wanted to explain, but God just didn't give people a chance. The moment she was about to speak, there was a "touch", and the toilet door opened, and Ji Xiran and a few classmates stood at the door.

As soon as the two parties collided, it was full of sex.

Jiang Chen has always been a rather imaginative person. Looking at Ji Xiran standing at the door, and Wen Xinyan who was surprised, he felt that the eyes between the two of them were full of crackling sparks.

Are you going to fight?Miss Jiang tremblingly moved to Wen Xinyan's side, secretly thinking in her heart, if Ji Xiran and the two girls next to her were going to pull their hair without saying a word, she had to protect Xinyan well, otherwise she would With Wen Xinyan's weak appearance comparable to that of Daiyu, she was immediately overwhelmed.

God knows that Ji Xiran just wanted to go to the toilet, but who knew that when he opened the door and saw the door god blocking the door, it happened to be another person who was at the center of the rumors.And it is not surprising that the two of them look like they are facing a big enemy.

But her bladder, which was about to explode, made her no longer care about these things. She walked forward with a blue face, and said angrily, "Well, can you let me go, I'm in a hurry."

Jiang Chen saw her suffocated pale face, and thought she was confusing them, and when they walked away, she would slap Wen Xinyan on the face, and quickly said, "Don't worry, you won't be in your liberal arts department. On the class floor!"

"It's full of people over there." Ji Xiran was also very wronged. As we all know, there are many women in liberal arts classes, and there are not enough toilets in places with many women, so she can only be smart and drag a few companions to the sixth floor to solve physical problems.

But what happened to this classmate, who kept stopping her from going to the toilet. Is this toilet opened by her family?

Seeing that Miss Ji was about to explode, Wen Xinyan quickly pushed Jiang Chen and said, "Class is about to start, let's go."

"Xinyan, it's okay, don't be afraid, with me here, she dare not do anything to you..."

After walking a long distance, I could still hear Jiang Chen's voice filled with righteous indignation. The content seemed to be asking a hero to save the beauty. Ji Xiran couldn't help shivering, thinking that these science monsters were really strange.

***

The city they stayed in was a small city. Some people in the city were leisurely and easy-going, while others took time to walk, lest they lose a minute, and they would have nothing left after a second.

There is a large commercial building in the very center of the city, with a wall clock like the one in Britain in the 50s and [-]s hanging on it.

Every time the wall clock rang, Wen Xinyan would stop the pen in her hand and glance downstairs lightly.

Ji Xiran is still sitting by the window, changing a cup of milk tea in her hand every day, and seeing her happily holding the milk tea in her arms every day, she feels strange for a while, saying that girls are made of water. Could it be that beautiful Ji is made of milk tea? of?

This doubt lingered in her mind, but she was too embarrassed to ask her.

It's just that when I sat behind her that day, I smelled a faint milky fragrance on her body.It smelled a lot like a milk-scented soap she used as a child.

She didn't tell her why she was beaten, so she didn't ask. The last time the intersection ended was the day the two of them bumped into each other in the toilet.

The teaching building of the third year of high school was covered with banners encouraging struggle, and there were also posters in their classes. The atmosphere of the college entrance examination infected everyone, and the sadness of parting also made people feel bitter.

Wen Xinyan used to like to memorize some English words after class, but since the beginning of the Spring Festival, her main job after class every day is to write classmates.

There are more than sixty students in the class, with their classmates' classmates, and their classmates' classmates' classmates.

All those who have relatives, those who want to associate with her, and those who want to be good friends with her, have excuses and reasons at this moment.

In the eyes of others, Wen Xinyan is a person who doesn't talk much but has a good personality. She will agree to any request. It's just a classmate list, and she has no reason to refuse.

It was written with the same name, gender and nickname, and when she was about to continue writing the contact number, she suddenly saw a line of words appearing on the gray paper with the drift bottle printed on it: Time goes by, and no one knows the story hidden in my heart.

Her heart moved, and she seemed to casually ask Jiang Chen, who was stealing spicy sticks while he was busy, "These classmates are colorful, where did they buy them?"

"It's in the shop in front of the school. You can see it as soon as you go in. There are quite a lot of them inside." Jiang Chen looked outside the classroom like a thief to see if there was any head teacher, and stuffed spicy sticks into his mouth, muttering. Unclearly said, "One is about 30 yuan, which is quite cheap. Xinyan, do you want to buy it too? If you want to buy it, let's go and have a look after school."

Looking from the window of the teaching building, you can see shops next to the school gate and some restaurants selling cheap meals. There are more porters who help pick things, drivers who ride tricycles, and dishwashers who help in restaurants.

Wen Xinyan's eyes skipped over the crowd one by one, and finally fell on a middle-aged woman with gray hair and stooped body.

She clenched the pen in her hand, swallowed the "yes" that almost blurted out, raised her head and smiled, "No, I have something to do at noon, I'll buy it next time."

"Ah, okay." Jiang Chen was a little disappointed, but the spicy sticks in his hand were washed away a lot.

The classroom is noisy, regardless of gender, they all enjoy the last happy time with their friends when the head teacher is away.

Wen Xinyan finally finished writing that classmate note. She put down her pen, leaned against the window, and looked at the girl on the third floor who was holding milk tea and happily doing the questions from time to time. She made a camera movement with both hands.