The cicadas are playing in the middle of summer.

The shadows of the trees and the rustling of the locust trees. The occasional wind blowing through the steel and cement exudes an unknown fragrance and freshness.

It belongs to a flower, or to someone.

The white floral dress is like a blooming lily, swaying with the taste of first love. The quiet pretty face under the window is always pouring out her joy and anger to a paper novel, sometimes smiling, sometimes sad.

So jealous

If only I were the book.

"Yo, Jiang Chen, drooling. Zhao Peng's kid leaned into Jiang Chen's ear and squeezed him with a wicked smile.

"Mud Kay. Jiang Chen glanced at him, then turned sideways slightly and slept on the table.

It's as if you just inadvertently faced that way.

"Ahem, I said. If you like Tao Tingting, go after it, hmm!" Jiang Chen jumped up violently and covered the mouth of his dead friend.

"You want to die!" Jiang Chen grabbed Zhao Peng's kid's neck and yelled at Zhao Peng's kid with a flushed face.

Zhao Peng's kid had a cheap expression on his face, and he desperately rolled his eyes and pretended to be dead.

The girl at the front table turned around and let out a coquettish smile as she watched the two of them play treasure. The boys who had a good relationship with Jiang Chen and Zhao Peng immediately surrounded him, shouting and coaxing.

As if attracted by the noise, the goddess noticed this.

It was a slightly confused sight.

Jiang Chen felt that his heartbeat was about to stop.

The base of the ear begins to heat up.

Oops, the skin is heating up.

Tao Tingting seemed to think that the classroom was too noisy, so she closed the book and left the classroom quietly.

"Ahh

"Damn, you almost suffocated me. Zhao Peng gasped, held his chest, and rolled his eyes at Jiang Chen fiercely.

The boys saw that there was no good show, so they all laughed and dispersed. The two girls at the front table also began to discuss the drama of last night, and everything in the classroom was calm again.

It's just that. All that remained on the windowsill were curtains that were gently curtained by the breeze.

This day-to-day routine is full and as always.

It always feels like all this is familiar, as if it happened somewhere-

June 11, 2171, Summer.

The first summer vacation of high school is just around the corner. It won't be long before the exams are coming.

Today I peeked at her again.

Obviously made up his mind to bury his feelings for her in the bottom of his heart.

No, no, or as Zhao Peng's kid said, should I go after her?

No, no, no, it's so hard she's so pretty. The grades are so good, there must be many people who like her. If I speak rashly and is rejected, then I can't even be a friend.

Huh, it doesn't seem like they're friends in the first place

"Ahhh Jiang Chen slammed the diary on the bed behind him, then lay on the table and hugged his head with his hands.

Absolutely! If this diary is kept for the future, it will definitely become black history! That's not right, grass! Lao Tzu is a man who is tangled in eggs! If you like it, you QJ, what's the use of confessing? If you can't chase it, you can sleep, if you can't sleep, you will be drugged, and if you break up, you will send fruit photos. I can't even afford to go to prison. I dare to say that I like her!

Huh, it seems to have mixed in with strange jokes?

Sure enough, it's still tangled.

Looking at the electronic clock on the table, Jiang Chen's eyes were in a daze.

It took him a while to recover from this unnatural state.

"Is this the so-called troubles of adolescence?" After a moment of silence, Jiang Chen sighed and scratched his messy hair vigorously with his hand.

Huh, don't I have short hair? Jiang Chen was stunned, and his hand stopped unconsciously

It should be, it's a delusion, who would want to shave such an ugly short head.

"Speaking of which, when did I start keeping a diary? Do you want to embarrass yourself in the future?" Jiang Chen glanced at the electronic clock beside him again and sighed.

"It's already eight o'clock. Forget it, don't miss her anymore, go watch TV and relax. ”

Come to think of this. Jiang Chen stood up, stretched his stiff limbs vigorously, and then walked towards the living room.

Because I was going to school alone, my parents were not around, when did this kind of thing start?

It seems to have just started my first year of high school.

Clear memories instantly came to mind, filling in the gaps that were slightly inconsistent.

Step into the kitchen. Jiang Chen opened the door of the refrigerator, took out a bottle of Coke from it, and then walked to the living room.

Sitting on the soft sofa, he took the cup from the coffee table, poured himself a glass of Coke, and then he comfortably pressed the remote control in his hand.

The interlaced light and shadow weave into a pale blue screen, like a window, behind which scenes of drama are staged.

The TV series has just begun-

"Giggles, I won't let you go easily until the training is complete. The woman swapped the positions of her legs, and the color of the white flowers made Ryan's heart beat uncontrollably again. The slender jade hands lazily supported her beautiful face, leaning comfortably on the armrests of the noble chair. That posture is very much like a decadent and beautiful Gothic noblewoman.

"Do you want to know where you are at the moment?"

Ryan felt a wicked smile appear on his hazy and beautiful face. His Adam's apple moved, trying to make his vision clearer, but in vain. It's a bad feeling, like a fish lying on a board.

"Then look at your own feet. ”

Ryan subconsciously looked down, only to see that his feet were barefoot at the moment soaking in the shallow pool with a few flower petals. Did the fragrance of the nightshade come from under his feet?

Through the reflection in the pool, he vaguely saw his situation. He seemed to be tied to a cross at the moment, his hands and feet firmly bound by delicate chains. But it's surprising, I don't know what kind of binding method was used, he didn't feel congested.

"Don't you think it's beautiful?"

"Empire of Ashes" seems to be a popular TV series recently. The two girls at the front table today are discussing the plot of this TV series.

Jiang Chen thought indifferently, and then looked at the screen with empty eyes.

A steampunk-style TV series adapted from a novel should be fantasizing about some primitive times. However, this kind of TV series is unexpectedly popular, and under the effect of holographic projection, it is as if you are standing at the scene of the plot and watching.

It stands to reason that the broadcast should be quite exciting, but does it really matter if this kind of thing is shown on TV?

However, Jiang Chen didn't show interest at all for some reason, he just looked at it blankly, and even had the illusion that he wanted to yawn.

That guy named Ryan should be bitten by that vampire next, but he shouldn't die, because according to wait, why is this plot so familiar? shameless plagiarism

Jiang Chen scolded secretly, then picked up the cup and took a sip of Coke, his brows furrowed unconsciously.

"Is it because I like to drink Coke?" he subconsciously took a bottle from the refrigerator just now.

As soon as he said this, he realized that this question was a bit stupid.

The plot on the screen continues.

Ryan wasn't dead, and the vampire only sucked part of his blood. Ryan is then carried away by the vampire's maid, and the TV show begins to play the credits.

Also, if the protagonists are dead, how can the story continue?

Turning off the TV, Jiang Chen glanced at the clock.

It's already at this point, so let's go to sleep, Jiang Chen got up and walked towards the bedroom.

Seeing the diary on the bed, he hesitated for a moment, but still sighed.

"Sure enough, let's tear it up, if such a shameful diary is seen, it might as well be dead. Jiang Chen walked over with a wry smile and picked up the diary.

With a hiss, he tore off the page, crumpled it up, and threw it into the trash can next to the table. From the spine of the diary, many jagged pages of paper could be seen, and it was clear that this was not the first time he had destroyed black history.

Throwing the diary on the table and slamming it down on the bed, Jiang Chen buried his somewhat sleepy head in the pillow. Closing the fluffy pillow, he let out a sigh of relief.

Anyway, that's all for today.

Try to confess to her tomorrow tomorrow.

Even if you are rejected, at least you will not regret it.

In this way, with apprehension and hope, the adolescent boy fell asleep deeply.

The electronic watch on the table danced silently with cold characters.

11:59

12:00

The green light on the side of the electronic watch flashed faintly.

As if premeditated, the title page of the diary lying on the table was blown open by the wind. (To be continued.) )