Today is the long-awaited sports day.

Early in the morning, the autumn scenery of the campus is beautiful.

Especially in remote corners that are usually unattended, golden ginkgo biloba is scattered with golden heart-shaped leaves. The gold all over the ground renders the autumn day, and the autumn day reflects the golden years.

Today, Ginkgo biloba has rarely awakened, but the old friends, no, the birds that were short of time are gone.

He watched the early morning students pass by, and in his eyes, these little people are not as long as birds, the old ones are disappearing one by one, and the new ones are pouring out one by one. Out of respect for life and time, but when someone looks at him, he will always enthusiastically fan the branches, scatter the leaves, and express his enthusiasm in a sassy manner.

What made the tree strange was that today, he saw a teenager standing below him, and the teenager's eyes and attention were on his mobile phone.

He held the phone in both hands and typed, ticking and ticking, and the light voice rang non-stop.

Lan Tsing Yi Jun Mo smiled: Hey, you didn't tell me your name yesterday?

Fog in the Flowers: Oh, my name is in the Flowers.

There was a young girl walking around the corner where the playground was to be taken.

The white-rimmed glasses she wore reflected the screen of her phone in the palm of her hand.

Lan Tsing Yi Jun Mo smiled: In the flowers, I'm afraid you're not an aphid?

There is fog in the flowers: I'm afraid you're not the ultimate evolution of the science and engineering straight male beast, the steel straight male beast. A little poetic, okay?

A cold breeze blows on your face.

The girl unconsciously turned her head sideways, and glanced at the ginkgo tree hiding behind the green grid fence in the schoolyard, and a boy was standing below.

He should be waiting for his girlfriend, right? It's hard to find such a good boy!

It can't be where he and his girlfriend fall in love, it's romantic. It's really a good moon tree.

Lan Wei Qingyi Jun Mo smiled: I am a science and technology, but I am not a straight man, let alone a straight man of alloy materials, this is the truth obtained through Marxist philosophy, practice and testing.

Fog in the flowers: poor children without childhood.

Fog in the Flowers: Then let me ask you a question.

The ginkgo tree greeted the girl who had cast her attention on him.

Fog in the flowers: What do you think of ginkgo?

A heart-shaped ginkgo leaf uncomfortably covers the teenager's phone screen.

The blue-wisp Tsing Yi Jun Mo smiled: A long-lived animal that frequently drops its leaves in autumn.

He was pleased with his standard and concise answers.

The Games kicked off with the opening ceremony.

Hu Tianyi sat on the rostrum, he was the chairman of the Youth League Committee, and naturally had a noble position. He looked at Zhu Shan, who was chatting and laughing with his sophomores in the same grade, senior sister, the president of the previous student union, and now his girlfriend.

Hu Tianyi didn't interrupt Zhu Shan's communication with the elementary school girl she mentioned last year, but after he turned on his mobile phone, he clicked into QQ and sent her a message.

It's nonsense: Senior sister, I'm so lonely.

It's all about it: poke it.

After this beautiful and smiling girl saw the message on her mobile phone, she couldn't help but feel distressed in her heart, this little young master was going to get into trouble again.

Vermilion nodded her lips: I'm chatting with my elementary girl, can you please not disturb me?

Then, she added another message.

Vermilion dotted lips: Please, Hu Tianyi.

The girl in front of Zhu Shan knew what was going on after seeing her frowning.

She is also a classmate of Hu Tianyi's class, and she also knows something about the affairs between the senior sister and Hu Tianyi.

The two most well-known people in the whole school, and the two most authoritative among the students, I heard that they are particularly capable of tossing.

How to toss it exactly, Mo Shiyu, who doesn't like to inquire about other people's private affairs, is naturally not very clear.

After Hu Tian read the news, he looked like a child who couldn't get a toy and was angry, left the noble position he had to hold, and walked straight to the place where Zhu Shan was five meters away.

His movements were small, and before leaving, he sent a message to cover his movements.

It's all right: well, I want to sleep too.

But after five seconds, the girl always had an ominous premonition.

Next, Hu Tianyi proved that Zhu Shan's hunch was right.

Hu Tianyi grabbed Zhu Shan's waist with one hand from behind, put his head close to her ear, and said softly, "Do you have to ask me to take the initiative to come and drive you back?"

The arrogance of the soft voice made Zhu Shan helpless. As the president of the student union in the previous session, she has dealt with all kinds of people, but she has nothing to do with Hu Tianyi.

In Hu Tianyi's words,

"Because you like me!"

"Oh, it turned out to be Mo Shiyu, don't bother. When Hu Tianyi looked at the girl next to him, he put away his bohemianism and greeted Mo Shiyu with a very gentlemanly smile and a peaceful tone.

Zhu Shan's sensitive waist was held by this wicked man, she suddenly felt itchy, and she was very angry for a while Hu Tianyi's elegance to outsiders, but she felt that she had no strength at all to break free from the shackles of the wicked.

"I'm looking for a little bit of a problem with my senior sister, so I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation. Hu Tianyi nodded very politely, still not letting go of his restraints on Zhu Shan.

Zhu Shan couldn't see a little shame on that handsome face, she had long scoffed at Hu Tianyi's posture that ordinary people had a good impression of her

"It doesn't matter. Mo Shiyu didn't like to make a fuss on this occasion, so she turned around and left after saying goodbye to Senior Sister Zhu Shan.

Zhu Shan, who watched Mo Shiyu leave helplessly, had already been impressed by Hu Tianyi's methods in her heart. She also lost her last reserve, turned her head viciously, and said, "Young Master Hu, you Sven scum, let me go!"

"How could the scum let go of the swan in his hand?" Hu Tianyi approached Zhu Shan again, this time his scale was larger, his face was on the other party's shoulder, completely ignoring the girl's feelings.

"You're taking advantage of me!"

Zhu Shan heard her gentle voice, her whole body was numb, and she had no strength to push it away.

"Okay!" Hu Tianyi still let go, he expressed his thoughts: "How about we chat under everyone's attention?"

"Do you know it's public?"

The grandstand in the playground was crowded, and the opening ceremony ended without a bright spot, at least for Joon.

Do humans really like to live in groups to enhance their sense of identity that they don't understand, so that they can live?

Joon stood at the very far end of the stands, leaning on the fence and seeing the exits of the people. His gaze wandered, and there was a definite sheen as he pondered something that didn't matter to adolescence.

"Hey, reincarnated Zuo Ci, what are you doing?"

This person is a seventeen-year-old normal boy who likes to introduce interesting things to others through association, and he was most likely excluded or stimulated when he was a child. Zuo En looked to the side, and the old-fashioned young man looked at him curiously.

Choose to ignore it, or say some polite words, or perfunctory, as if the three options are perfunctory!

Zoon replied, "I'm just looking to see if a thunderbolt hits me." ”

This is a godfather meme that the other party has mentioned, and it is also a means that he remembers to please the people around him.

"Hahaha, the old way will give you a hexagram, the thunderbolt is like a peach blossom catastrophe, sometimes there must be in life, and you can't force it. The other party opened his voice, "Even if you wait here for a day and a night, you may not encounter that thunderbolt, and if you listen to the old words and have an epiphany, it will not speed up the fate of your encounter with the thunderbolt." ”

is worthy of being a poor man, in terms of dealing with people, he is delicate to boys, but when he comes into contact with girls, he seems to be blunt and hidden. Half of this person may be because he has been exposed to too many books and things, and has formed his own special values. The other half, the special treatment of girls is because of the blow that the junior high school confession did not succeed in.

Zoen's mind is spinning, he likes to look at people with a smile, and when he talks to them, he takes the initiative to analyze their inner self.

I now have the same relationship with the poor man as he does with the other boys in the class, he is building relationships with many people, and he has not particularly established a relationship chain with any one party. Is this a fundamental disagreement with the people around you because of precociousness?

Zuo En continued: "Poor Taoist people don't love Hongchen, I'm afraid they haven't already realized some great principles of life and are out of the world. ”

As soon as the poor Taoist heard this, he touched his short hair and stopped his nonsense.

This demeanor and pause had a lot of useful information in Zuo En's eyes. The image formed by the poor mouth Taoist in the class did not allow him to have such a pause, the slight changes in his body movements, and the inconsequential gaze was not deliberately shown.

Zuo En was not in a hurry, so he kept looking at the other party and analyzing the inside of this person.

"Ahem, Lao Dao is also a mediocre person, but his wits have suddenly opened, and he has already abandoned his seven emotions and six desires, and he is ruthless and insensitive. ”

At this time, Zuo En saw that the poor Daoist had really recovered his cunning posture, and hid the self he had really exposed just now.

"What a boring person, don't bother me looking for my thunderbolt. Zoon showed a slight disgust, which was an appropriate joke with the other party, and it could be seen that there was no malicious intent to exclude.

Then, after speaking, Zuo En broke the displeasure he had just shown with a dull smile, and used the contrast to make both parties happy.

Out of the playground, Joan slipped into the quiet and cool library to relieve his body's rejection of the scorching autumn sun. Under the pretext of going to the toilet, when he passed by those who put the sports meeting aside and studied seriously, he also seriously grasped the difference that each person might behave in.

He saw a girl waving to him, and the first thought in Zoen's mind turned out to be - escape.

Only one second,

He immediately showed a hurry to hold his urine, deliberately making a slight noise that could be amplified by the quiet atmosphere, and hurried into the bathroom on the first floor.

He suddenly felt a little itchy from the cold wind blowing in the bathroom, and he knew it was his reaction when he was nervous. He first went to the sink to turn on the faucet, and held a hand of cold water to wash his face, which stimulated his nerves with cold.

Then, he finally returned to normal.

He now had a question.

Why is this witch here? Now she will surely be waiting for her outside the door.