A small couple snuggled up on a bench by the river, looking very reluctant to give up.

They were dressed in school uniforms, and the boy was tall and thin, with short hair and a youthful smile on his face. And the girl, with her ponytail, long black satin hair, a pair of small dimples on her cheeks, a green and happy smile, and a little happiness on her face.

The boy kept telling little jokes and looked at the girl with excited eyes, hoping that the girl would also cast a happy glimpse at him.

Yinglong couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, what an enviable little couple, as if the temperature around them was rising with their emotions.

Yinglong glanced at the two of them, looked at the school uniform full of student flavor, and couldn't help but think of himself in high school.

The junior high school of that year passed quickly, and Yinglong entered the high school of the school.

After three years of training, Yinglong has grown to 1.75 meters, but his body is still relatively thin, his skin is still as white as before, and he obviously hasn't basked much in the sun.

But he also understands that even if he gets more sun, his skin is still the same, which is not just about the sun, and it is obviously a genetic reason.

At the beginning of the school year, the class teacher arranged for the students to clean not only their own classrooms, but also the responsibility areas on campus.

Yinglong and several classmates were assigned to clean the area of responsibility.

A few people picked up brooms and swept them violently, and the dust rising from the ground flew in the warm autumn sun.

Some girls couldn't help but cover their noses, but the broom in their hands was still waving on the ground, sweeping the fallen leaves into a pile.

After a long while, Yinglong saw that the area of responsibility was almost swept, and hurriedly asked a boy next to him: "Hey, I think it's almost there, can we go?"

"I don't know, I have to ask the deputy squad leader!"

"Who?

The male classmate raised his hand and pointed, "That's it, the one with long hair." ”

Yinglong turned his head to see a girl with long hair in a shawl standing by the steps, sweeping a pile of fallen leaves with her head down.

She has a melon seed face, white skin, thin moth eyebrows, delicate and delicate red phoenix eyes, and is wearing a light blue dress, which looks particularly delicate under the sun.

Yinglong saw it and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, "She's the deputy squad leader?"

Then he calmly asked the boy, "Is that what you said about her, and what is her name?"

When the boy saw Yinglong's expression, he couldn't help but feel a little interesting, so he whispered, "It seems to be called Binglan." ”

Yinglong raised his head and cautiously asked the girl: "Hey, Deputy Squad Leader Binglan, we're done sweeping! Can we go?"

Binglan raised her head, glanced at Yinglong, was silent for a while, frowned and replied, "Not yet, wait for the teacher to come." ”

Yinglong was suddenly depressed: "Why do you have to wait for the teacher to come, don't you say it? ”

So he continued to wave the broom boringly.

A few boys next to him snickered secretly.

"Keep sweeping!"

Yinglong, on the other hand, muttered dissatisfiedly.

Then a few of the boys started to sweep the other places.

A few girls on Binglan's side probably felt tired, so they began to rest under the shelf made of vines, chatting about something.

Yinglong couldn't hear clearly, but he could barely sweep a few fallen leaves on the ground, and peek at the girls from time to time, he was very curious about what these people were talking about.

After a while, several boys began to get lazy, and said to Yinglong with a broom, "Let's go sweep somewhere else." ”

After saying that, they slipped away one by one, and someone snickered behind him: "Was he hit by 'thunder', haha!"

Yinglong was speechless, "What was struck by lightning, are you talking about me?

He swept silently for a while, and really didn't want to sweep.

So he impatiently went to see Binglan, intending to ask her again if it was time to call it a day and go home.

And Binglan also happened to straighten up, looking at this side, and the eyes of the two collided.

Yinglong smiled slightly, and asked Binglan slowly: "Deputy squad leader, we are all done, can we go home?"

Bing Lan smiled and said to Yinglong delicately: "Okay, anyway, it's almost done, and the teacher hasn't come, so you can take these brooms to the classroom, and then you can go home." ”

Yinglong was stunned and saw a few brooms lying on the ground, but the other girls were gone.

He smiled wryly, "Do you want me to carry these brooms back to the classroom alone?"

But he didn't say this, firstly, Binglan is a girl, and secondly, since Binglan's deputy squad leader said so, let's just do what she said.

So Yinglong went up and hugged all the brooms in his arms, and reached out to check them, it seems that these things still have a bit of weight.

"Can you just send these brooms back to the classroom?"

Binglan also looked at him with a broom in her hand and said, a good-looking smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Yinglong was wondering in his heart, "Are you letting me deliver the broom alone?" ”

Then Yinglong smiled and deliberately said to Binglan: "How to get to the classroom?" I don't remember it, because school has just started, and I am also here for the first time, so why don't you lead the way and come with me!"

Binglan glared at Yinglong fiercely, "Your memory has been taken away by the cat! I can't even find my own classroom!"

Yinglong was a little embarrassed: "Well, I don't have a good memory, and I don't know the location of the classroom when it first starts, deputy class leader, what floor is our classroom?"

Binglan was a little disdainful: "On the fourth floor! How did you find a classroom when school started? I really don't know how you could be admitted to high school with this memory! It's really a little strange." ”

After saying that, the two of them walked together in the direction of the classroom.

Yinglong and Binglan walked silently for a while, and went up to the fourth floor, Binglan stood and said to Yinglong: "Turn right and the last room is our classroom." ”

Yinglong hurriedly replied with a smile: "Okay, I know, thank you for leading the way." ”

After speaking, he took the broom in Binglan's hand, "Give it to me, I'll put the broom!"

"Then I'll go first!"

After Binglan finished speaking, she turned her head and went downstairs, muttering quietly along the way, obviously she was very dissatisfied with Yinglong's somewhat bad memory, so she personally showed Yinglong a way.

It's a rare phenomenon that there are still students in the world who can't remember their classrooms! Will he remember his own home?

Yinglong struggled into the classroom with a bunch of brooms, while the classmates who remained in the classroom watched strangely as he threw a bunch of brooms into the corner.

Out of the classroom, Yinglong was relieved, walked to the faucet next to the bathroom to wash his hands and face,

Then he wiped the corner of his clothes and prepared to go home.

After going downstairs, Yinglong walked towards the school gate.

After a while, Yinglong looked around and saw Binglan chatting with a few classmates next to the cement ball table from a distance, and they happened to be looking over here, so Yinglong smiled and said hello: "Hey! I'll go first!"

A few people over there nodded, and Yinglong was also very curious about what the names of these classmates were, after all, they were freshmen in high school, and Yinglong couldn't say it clearly for a while, but he looked a little familiar.

He didn't care about any of this, just quickened his pace and walked outside the school.

Yinglong was a little depressed as he walked.

Today's cleaning, in the end, I walked back to the classroom with a bunch of brooms, and I was dirty and my nose was full of dust.

Yinglong couldn't help but blow his nose, there was still some smell of dust.

"Oh! I'm so unlucky! Am I too stupid to be like this, the deputy squad leader said that if he wants me to take the broom, I will get it, it's too honest. ”

Yinglong raised his head and looked at the traffic light at the intersection in front of him, and let out a long breath.

He thought about it for a while, "If Binglan hadn't accompanied him back to the classroom in the end, then he wouldn't have been interested in getting so many brooms alone, after all, with Binglan by his side, it wouldn't be so boring." ”

If Binglan was allowed to take these brooms alone, Yinglong would be a little unbearable, after all, she was a delicate girl, and everyone threw the brooms there, which was too irresponsible.

Thinking so, Yinglong felt that he had also done a good thing, besides, he was originally a righteous boy, if he embarrassed a delicate girl like Binglan, he couldn't bear it.

But what if those classmates did it on purpose? Yinglong didn't quite understand, but he didn't want to think about it anymore.

The boys in high school are much more mature, not as naïve as the boys in junior high school, and they often make some "meat jokes" or something, often get together to laugh, and then laugh together.

And the girls are also very well developed, tall and beautiful, but they seem more reserved, often the two of them get together, talk about something, and from time to time they will peek at the boys standing at the back of the classroom, and then smile, while the other boys don't see it.

Binglan's studies are very good and rigorous, sometimes except for chatting with a few good girls, most of the time she looks down and reads, as if the outside world has nothing to do with her at all.

Yinglong sometimes rests at the back of the classroom, and inevitably looks at Binglan who is sitting by the window, "Why is she always so serious that she even reads books during breaks?"

Yinglong felt a little confused, could it be that she was a top student, and she actually worked so hard.

Most of the time, Binglan left only one side of Yinglong.

But Yinglong feels that this side is always so delicate and feels so fresh.

Yinglong thinks that she is too good, not only has her grades top-notch, but she is also a class cadre, and she is far inferior to her.

He was embarrassed to approach Binglan, and he was embarrassed to say much, even if he sometimes asked her for leave, he was very cautious.

In high school, the study was relatively intense, and the students felt extremely tormented by the two-end exam in three days.

Yinglong felt very hard, and was often woken up by the alarm clock in the morning when he was sleepy, and then washed up, picked up two mouthfuls of noodles, and rode a broken bicycle to school.

He felt groggy all the way, and even accidentally ran a red light and was stopped by the traffic police, which made him very embarrassed.

And he often complains alone: when will this life come to an end?

He wanted to graduate early, leave middle school, and live another life.

However, when he looked at the students coming in and out of the campus, listening to the sound of reading and noise coming from the classroom, he couldn't help but feel that his heart was gloomy.

If you can't survive these few years, won't you have no chance to get into college?

If you don't work hard in high school, you won't have a chance to get into college in the future.

Yinglong understands this truth very well, if you don't survive the three years of high school, there is no hope for the university entrance examination, and there will be no chance of getting ahead in the future, let alone finding a job.

In today's society, without a college diploma, there is no way to find a dream job.

Yinglong can only look at the tall teaching building and sigh to the sky, this is the battlefield, a place of game, if you want to realize the plan for the next few years, you can see if you can stand out from here.

So, Yinglong had no choice but to carry his schoolbag on his back, go up the stairs, and then listen to the sound of reading in the classroom, and go straight to his classroom.

Entering the classroom, he glanced at his classmates as usual, then glanced out the window, and when he saw the familiar side, he settled down in his seat, and pulled out the textbooks one by one and put them on the table.