Our Secret (Secret In The Lattice)

Chapter 71

    Years, please be kind to this young man.

    ——The   liberal arts class of "Little Monster Diary" just finished the education class, and a group of students poured out one after another on the stadium.

   Ding Xian was among the students in the stream. Seeing those two rare backs standing together, she closed her smile. When she stopped and wanted to turn around and walk back, she was slapped on the shoulder. Suddenly, Yu Keke sprang out from behind her, looked behind her meaningfully, retracted, and deliberately said loudly, "Ding Xian, you are here. What's this for?"

    As expected, the two behind her turned around.

    Ding Xian hurriedly hid behind Yu KeKe, wishing to strangle this girl, but Yu KeKe didn't care about it, blinked at her, and whispered, "Why are you hiding here? Declare your sovereignty. There is nothing here for me. Vague, how come you are afraid of changing to her?"
   She is afraid of a  fart, but she hasn't figured out how to say it yet.

    You Keke said again: "I heard that who and who in your family had a relationship with our goddess Yang before--" The latter words did not go on, but cast a look that you understand.

    Ding Xian's heart was awe-inspiring. Looking at it again, Yang Chunzi had already walked over here with water. When the two passed by, she smiled at Ding Xian, gentle like a swallow's feather, and gave Ding Xian's heart again. Broken down, such a good girl, why is she jealous here?

    Ding Xian lifted her eyes and smiled, looked back boldly, and watched her out of the court.

    At the same time, a word came from her ear: "Pretend."

    Ding Xian turned her head suddenly and looked at Yu Keke with her hands folded on her chest: "What are you doing?"

    Yu Keke pouted: "Don't you think she is fake." Isn’t it? It’s always an expression to be happy or unhappy. The winning ticket is in your hands, and it makes  you nauseous to see it." "You and Kong Shadi can really be good friends."

    "Why?"

    "The same little belly chicken intestines."

    Ding Xian finished speaking and was slapped on the forehead by Yu Keke, "Damn, my old lady is helping you, and you still said that I have a small belly?"

    Ding Xian suffered from a pain, and later realized that she was especially embarrassed and busy. She clutched her head and apologized to her: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that to you, I just think that you and Shadie are really alike."

    Yu Keke snorted: "You can't be friends like you, that dumb How is Di recently?"

    Ding Xian corrected: "It's Shadie."

    "Whatever."

    Yu Keke waved her hand and said indifferently. Just after finishing speaking, after the moment someone came over with the ball, she touched it wittily. Ding Xian's head said, "Go, let's talk next time."

    The more Zhou Si Yue held the ball, stood still in front of her, with one hand in his pocket, giving her a condescending look, "You are not in the classroom, run here. Why are you here?"

    Ding Xian raised her head, without evasive eyes, staring at him: "What about you? Two classes are not available, what are you doing here?"

    Zhou Si Yue raised his mouth and looked away. He glanced at the basketball, and suddenly used his index finger to hold the basketball, drew out his other hand and patted it with a cold look. He turned the ball in front of her and said quietly: "Come out and let the wind go, what's the matter? You have to  worry about it too?" His understatement and arrogant attitude immediately angered Ding Xian, and directly slapped off the basketball in his hand that was slowly rolling like a globe. Zhou Si Yue became more stunned and watched the ball go from there. He rolled off his hands, pattered to the ground, rolled a few more times, and slowly stopped at his feet.

    He slipped his hands into his pockets, and just about to have an attack, he heard a cold voice from the girl opposite: "Do you know that this affects others?"

    "Who did I affect?"

    He stood in the dark, and every hair seemed to be dyed. The young man was full of heroic spirit.

    "I..." Ding Xian suddenly noticed that she was slightly squinted. She doesn't know if he was stabbed by the sun, or she was frightened by hearing his words. She lowered her head slightly, and all the arrogance just now was gone: "I... We are all worried about you, afraid of you..."

    "Afraid of what's wrong with me? I'm afraid I can't think about it?"

    He smiled suddenly, and suddenly reached out and rubbed her hair, "I'm not so fragile."

    Ding Xian's worry was unnecessary. He was held in the palm of his hand by his teachers and parents since he was a child and grew up.

    Apparently she underestimated Zhou Si Yue a bit.

    "I just want to tell you that it doesn't matter if you haven't entered the national team or won the prize. These are temporary. I always think that you are a mathematics genius. You will definitely have your own knowledge in mathematics in the future."

    She said the words are serious, but she doesn’t know why. It’s a little weird to say it from her mouth. Zhou Si Yue couldn’t help but shudder and nudged her forehead: “You’re a math idiot, don’t comfort me.”

    “… …"

    You are a math idiot, Ding Xian stared at him.

    Zhou Si Yue suddenly bent down, put his big hand on her head, pressed hard, and met her gaze, "I am not as fragile as you think. Life is inherently impermanent. Temporary heights cannot prove anything, I, Taking the road of competition is not because of how much I like mathematics, but purely to find the pleasure of
solving problems . " 

  Quick problem solving... pleasure ... feeling? ?

    The adjectives of your Xueba are really simple and rude.

    The more Zhou Si Yue retracted his hand, he stood straight, scratched his eyebrows with his fingertips, and said: "I saw a sentence in a book before, but it makes sense to think about it now..."

    "What?"

    He glanced at her. Laughing: "Humans are so strange. If no one sympathizes, you don’t care how painful the wound is; if no one laughs, you don’t care how ugly the scar is; if no one compares, who knows the future... …"

    Ding Xian was surprised at Zhou Si Yue's transparency, an eighteen-year-old boy, and his tolerance for people and things, she was completely impressed. In the long years to come, she seemed to never meet such a boy again. My son, even later when she was studying in the repetition class, whenever she heard her friends talk about where this man was from, she was curious and couldn’t help but look at it more and found that he was also an ordinary big boy. , He will lose his temper because of bad exams, have disputes with people because of different solutions to a question, and do things that hurt others for his own pride, but his  friends are still stunned. "No one is perfect, it's not easy to do this."

    Ding Xian shook her head and said in her heart:

    You have never seen him, you have never seen him.

    Sure enough, when you are young, you can't meet people who are too amazing. That will mean your life to come, but you.

    Zhou Si Yue reconciled with Yang Chunzi.

    The two no longer avoided each other in various ways. They occasionally met on the road, and even chatted casually. Ding Xian ran into him several times on the road. The impossible Yang Chunzi.

    For this situation, Kong Shadi’s sense of crisis is more than Ding Xian, "You pretend to be generous, go home and cry."

    "He said he didn't like Yang Chunzi.