That's my gap, and that's where I always feel inferior in front of him.

Sometimes, the reason for your low self-esteem is not that you don't work hard enough and are not good enough, but that the person you compare with you can't compare even if you struggle for ten lifetimes.

Later, I understood that my inferiority complex at that time came more from him, Song Junxi, at that age, when I couldn't sleep at night, I often sighed, how could there be such a good person as him.

Song Junxi is naturally enrolled in science, and his physics and chemistry grades are the first in the entire school district, even our physics teacher said that Song Junxi's character is suitable for future research, calm and introverted, and can withstand the loneliness of doing research, but the teacher also knows his family background, and he will naturally inherit the family business in the future, and he is sorry for him again and again.

Although my physics grades are not bad, there is still some distance to reach the top, although I have been immersed in hard work, but I feel that I have worked so hard to get results, he is simply very easy.

Song Junxi really has a lot of things, in the class, in the school, last time I also participated in the national physics competition, I also participated in the preliminaries of that competition, but I only won a third prize in the second round, Song Junxi is the first prize in the country, and the school naturally likes to rely on such outstanding students!

There were only two people in the evening self-study class that night, Song Junxi and me, looking at my own books, I had a very strange feeling, I couldn't say what it was, I always felt that my heartbeat was abnormal, and I would feel that Song Junxi didn't like me, but I thought that I was a country girl with a rustic taste, so I quickly shook my head and vetoed.

He is the class president, in fact, although he seems to be relatively indifferent, he is still very responsible for the class, and he is good to his classmates, he used to treat me badly, probably because he was not familiar with it, but now he treats everyone equally.

When I thought about it like this, I felt at ease, otherwise I always felt that this heart-scratching liver was like eating unwashed peaches when I was a child.

At night, I was alone in the dormitory, I don't know why, Song Junxi's appearance always appeared in my mind, turning it over, and I found that every time I had insomnia, it was related to him.

Although I was sensible early at the age of fifteen, I was very slow in love, and I never thought about these things because of my inferiority complex.

The lights had gone out in the dormitory, and the faint moonlight was shining through the window, and I lay down in bed and began to count the sheep, from one to a hundred。。。。。 Thousand.... But I still can't sleep.

At this time, the phone in the dormitory rang, I was a little scared, Zhang Yanan in our dormitory liked to tell ghost stories the most, saying that she had watched a horror movie, a Japanese film, called Sadako or something, saying that as long as the person who received the call would die, I was already timid, now, even more scared, I got up from the bed, hugged the quilt and sat there, although it was not very real, but I could still accurately judge the position of the sound from the sound.

The phone rang again, and the ringing stopped, and I was about to take a breath, but it rang again.

It wasn't until the third time I dared to get out of bed to answer the phone, because it occurred to me that the call could not have been from my mother.

I picked it up, some distance from my ear, and didn't dare to speak, until a familiar voice came from there: "Liu Xia!"