Why is there a hint that you might like me when you finally make up your mind to give up?
Oh, God must be fixing me.
You are the darling of God, and I am not.
——"Little Monster Diary"
Yang Chunzi simply pulled off Zhou Si Yue's stool and sat down on his seat, and took out Zhou Si Yue's language documents, turning over and recording on the white paper.
She did not tie her hair, her long black hair was scattered behind her, and the breeze came in.
A few strands of unobedient people hang down in front of him, scattered on Zhou Si Yue’s desk. The boy’s desk is piled up with miscellaneous and lost books. Occasionally, after a lunch break, he will come back with a sweat, and he will lie on his back when he is tired. Sleep for a while on the table.
It was strange that she couldn't stand the smell of other people's sweat, but felt that his sweat was not unpleasant, there was no sticky or greasy smell, and the breath was very clear.
Ding Xian turned around and focused on the bulletin again.
She has published a three-year newspaper in Yanping, and she is already familiar with the composition, and she knows how to do the most trouble-free and win prizes.
She painted really well. The propaganda committee member Zhang Chi held the potato chips, looked around the classroom three times, nodded frequently, "Ding Xian, you can do it, this is the most I have ever seen..."
Zhang Chi couldn't think of a word to describe it. .
How to put it, although it is very ordinary, but at first glance it is the kind that can be awarded, and the style of painting and writing experience are very sophisticated.
Finally, Zhang Chi didn't think of any special adjectives, and gave her a thumbs up: "It's amazing." After coming here, Ding Xian hadn't heard such a straightforward compliment for a long time, and couldn't help but blush.
As soon as she lowered her head, she heard someone coming back patted the ball at the door.
There are also familiar voices of conversation.
"Damn, it's going to be a basketball game right away. The boys in Class 8 see me playing once. Did my block look like Kobe?" Song Ziqi said excitedly.
Then there was a lazy chuckle, "Like a fool."
"Damn." Song Ziqi pushed Zhou Si Yue, and then said: "The school team will be selected in a few days, are you going?"
"No."
Song Ziqi sighed regretfully, feeling it a pity, this height, this technique, this ball control and jumping ability.
"That's right, is your math competition about to start?"
"Yeah."
Song Ziqi patted him on the shoulder like an elder, "Yes , study is important. Where to go on weekends?"
The voice over there paused. Then he said: "Let's play."
" I have something to do." The voice just fell.
Two figures turned into the door of the classroom. The more Zhou Si Yue held the ball, glanced at his position, standing still at the door, Ding Xian thought he would lose his temper, but he didn't.
He didn't even frown.
Ding Xian suddenly laughed at herself.
Song Ziqi from the rear followed him, passing by him, and greeted Yang Chunzi skillfully, half-jokingly:
"Goddess, what are you doing?"
Yang Chunzi didn't lift her head, "Make a report ."
Song Ziqi turned his head. He glanced at the colorful blackboard, and said in surprise: "Little monster, which you painted?"
Ding Xian: "Otherwise you painted it?"
Song Ziqi said, "I found out that you have been with us since after being at the same table, her temper became stinky."
Ding Xian glanced at Zhou Si Yue subconsciously.
The man had gone to the window to blow the air, sweating, the back of his neck was wet against his neck, his back was wet, and he was leaning against the railing, enjoying the green campus scenery outside the window.
Ding Xian found that he was a little deliberately avoiding.
As soon as he entered the door and found Yang Chunzi sitting in his place, he threw the basketball into the basket next to the trash can and people went to the window.
"Song Ziqi, come out for my old lady!"
Kong Shadi appeared at the door with her schoolbag pierced in his waist, and let out a loud howl. The rest of the class all looked at her, even the young master Zhou who was blowing through the window. Can't help but look back.
Ding Xian winked at her.
Kong Shadi noticed that Yang Chunzi was there, so she pulled his clothes and coughed lightly, "Song Ziqi, come out."
Song Ziqi looked dumbfounded: "What's the matter? Grandma?"
Kong Shadi smiled and gritted her teeth. Said: "Come out, be good."
Song Ziqi was even more afraid, and said with a trembling voice: "What are you going to do..."
Kong Shadi was completely impatient, and rushed up to pull the person out. Song Ziqi was standing in Ding Xian. Ding Xian studied the blackboard newspaper next to her. Kong Shadi rushed over to give him a fright. He shrank towards Ding Xian, hiding and shouting: "Can you learn from Yang Chunzi?
Why don't you use your hands!" I stepped on Kong Shadi's point in one click. One mountain can't tolerate two tigers. Have you ever heard of it?
The two beautiful girls are bound to be unable to match each other.
Kong Shadi exploded on the spot, and directly reached out to try to bypass Ding Xian to pull Song Ziqi's collar, Song Ziqi hid behind Ding Xian again.
Ding Xian's heart beat suddenly.
You two are flirting. Don't fight on the edge of my stool. Didn't you see the stool sway? !
I'm about to fall.
This small sound did not attract the angry Kong Shadi's attention. Now her whole body's attention is on Song Ziqi's body, "You come out with me! "
Just when Ding Xian thought that she was going to fall to the ground for several times.
Suddenly, Ding Xian felt that she didn't know where there was a force on her back, and pushed her whole person in.
So she turned her whole face inwards, her face sturdy. Pasted on the blackboard, it was the piece of a big basketball that had just been painted with red chalk, and it was accurately pushed up by hand.
"Song Ziqi, stop making trouble. "
Behind someone was a serene sentence. The world was finally quiet.
The two finally stopped.
Then, they looked at her together for three seconds, and then burst into a violent laugh-
"Hahahahahahaha Ha ha! "
Kong Shadi was punctuated with a smile, and couldn't control herself. She laughed while pumping, and apologized to her: "I'm sorry, Ding Xian, I can't help..."
The young man behind him stuck in his pocket and smiled. Shoulder, suddenly looked at her and said: "Don't say it, it's much better than you usually do. "
Kong Shadie handed her bag and pulled out a small mirror," Really, like painted makeup. "
Ding Xian in the mirror seems to have wiped her mother's blush, lips, cheeks, and nose, all stained with pink chalk dust, a bit funny, like a clown, but let alone, she looks more energetic than usual.
She herself couldn't help but bend her mouth.
The more Zhou Si Yue stuck in his pocket, his eyes swept up and down, and he sneered: "Is it? "
Ding Xian subconsciously sang the opposite of him: "It's a fart!" "
The setting sun slanted in, and the faint afterglow shone on the boy’s generous back. Zhou Si Yue looked at her with a smile, inexplicably, he actually felt that the two of them seemed to be flirting at this moment, especially at this moment because he didn’t reply at all. She scolded him very much.
Kong Shadi pretended to be disgusted, and glanced at Zhou Si Yue ambiguously: "Tsk tsk, you two..."
As a result, Young Master Zhou said: "Kong Shadi, your eyes are broken?"
"Ding Xian, you are done drawing. Is it?"
A soft voice came in.
All four of them closed their smiles. Kong Shadi glanced at Ding Xian, her eyes beckoned, but Ding Xian didn’t understand, and she replied stupidly, “It’s going to be all right now.”
Look. Si Yue is now in sight.
Someone went to the window again to blow the air.
Kong Shadi dragged Song Ziqi out, leaving her, Zhou Si Yue, and Yang Chunzi in the classroom.
The propaganda committee member Zhang Chi no longer knows where to go.
do not know why.
How did Ding Xian feel that an awkward atmosphere was spreading between the two.
Zhou Si Yue is not the kind of cold boy who doesn't talk to any girl. He doesn't take the initiative to talk to girls, but he can talk like spring breeze when he can talk.
For example, Kong Shadi, sometimes Kong Shadi and Song Ziqi raised the bar, he heard it in the back, and occasionally interjected like a joke.
When others asked him math problems, he would answer them one by one. He is a very honest person, not like He Xingwen who doesn't understand the problem and pretends to understand it.
The more Zhou Si Yue doesn't understand, he will tell people directly that he won't.
It is rare to avoid a girl so deliberately.
Yang Chunzi didn't take the initiative to talk to him. After finishing writing, she put back her language essays, stood up and went to the back to copy the blackboard, and neither of them said a word during the whole process.
The two most dazzling people in this class didn't say a word.
Ding Xian came back after washing her face, Zhou Si Yue had not left yet, his schoolbag was hung on his back, leaning against the wall of the corridor, with one hand slightly bent on the wall.
Ding Xian was taken aback: "You haven't left yet?"
He scratched his eyebrows, and said, "Have you done it yet, let's go together when you are done."
One by one...
It's almost a month since school starts, when will we walk together?
Young boy, something is wrong with you today.
Do you want to piss me off Yang Chunzi?
Ding Xian took out the bag, and Xia Si Han came over to find Yang Chunzi, leaning at the door to chat with Zhou Si Yue.
The school grass changed his hairstyle again today, and cut a short inch, which looks much pleasing to the eye than the previous Kill Matt look.
Ding Xian walked over: "Okay... OK."
The more Zhou Si Yue finished chatting with the school grass, he straightened up, and shook the bag on his shoulder. The bag swayed on his generous back, and he didn't look back. , Turned and went down the stairs: "Go."
This person has long legs and walks extremely fast.
Before leaving the school gate, Ding Xian's short legs were pulled down, and under the faint yellow sun, she saw a tall young man walking with wind, but he stopped after not taking a few steps.
The shaggy hair was shining in the blooming Yu Xia, the handsome facial features were twisted, and his face was impatient:
"Are you a snail?"
The small figure behind him did not speed up because of his words, but did not. Hold on to your own pace quickly.
"Have you ever seen such an elegant snail?"
Anyway, starting tomorrow, I don't like you anymore.
From now on, I will be an elegant snail in front of you.