When he was seventeen years old, Song Yuge and Hu Xiang were in the same school and class, but Song Yuge and him never had too much intersection. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info at most Song Yuge, as a member of the study committee, urged Hu Xiang to hand in his homework on time.

Hu Xiang is like an inconspicuous piece of gravel in the class, dull and mediocre.

Unlike Gao Leng, his few words are more like a flood of inner inferiority, so much so that it overflows on the outside. He seems to be someone who has been deliberately forgotten by others, unnoticed by his teachers, and has no friends.

But Hu Xiang never showed boredom, and sat in the corner of the class every day as soon as he entered the classroom, holding a pen and swiping on the notebook.

"Hu Xiang, hand in your homework." Song Yuge deliberately bent his head and glanced at Hu Xiang's notebook when he was collecting his homework at a certain time, or out of curiosity.

Hu Xiang was startled by the sudden voice, raised his head, and glanced at Song Yuge beside him, Hu Xiang silently put away the pen in his hand, and then closed the notebook on the table.

"Here you go." hurriedly handed over yesterday's homework to Song Yuge, and Hu Xiang lowered his head unnaturally.

He may have seen the disdain in Song Yuge's eyes before leaving. The corners of his mouth twitched together.

Song Yuge sighed as he turned to leave. It's not that I look down on Hu Xiang, I just think that his actions are a waste of time.

The countdown grades, not only did not work hard, but instead wrote something unrealistic, which delayed himself and at the same time pulled the average score of the class.

Such a loud sound made Song Yuge, who was a member of the study committee, feel ashamed.

But in the exam of the second semester of the second semester of high school, Hu Xiang surprised Song Yuge.

Hu Xiang's usually inconspicuous Chinese composition got the highest score in the school! And Song Yuge retreated to second place by one point.

"Good luck." Song Yuge turned around and saw Hu Xiang, who was burying his head as always, holding a pen and writing, and pouted unhappily.

The high score of composition has always been a specialty that Song Yuge is proud of, and Song Yuge, who has won several provincial essay competition awards, completely attributed this exam to his own mistakes.

After all, how could a person who only lives in his own imaginary world surpass her?

Hu Xiang caused a sensation in the class again when one of his novels was accepted by the magazine.

Or even he didn't expect the novel to be drafted, and even the signature and school were clearly written.

"I really didn't see that this usually silent kid could write novels." Song Yuge listened to Liu Yi behind him and sighed while reading Hu Xiang's novel, and regardless of whether he was in class or not, he dropped his pen and stood up straight to denounce him.

Watching the teacher knock Liu Yi out of the classroom with three punches and two kicks, and casually tore the entire magazine on Liu Yi's desk, she only felt an inexplicable irritability in her chest.

At the end of class, Liu Yi walked up to Song Yuge with an annoyed face, slapped the table and shouted, "Song Yuge, what do you mean?" ”

Song Yuge raised his head, his face was gloomy, and after being silent for a while, he said righteously: "You disturbed the study of the classmates around you, I am a member of the study committee, and I can't ignore it." ”

Liu Yi smiled disdainfully when he heard this, and sneered coldly: "You are just jealous of others!" Last time, the first essay was robbed, you are not reconciled! After Liu Yi finished speaking, he raised a middle finger and hummed a minor tune and walked away.

Song Yuge was suddenly angry.

She turned around and glared at Liu Yi, polished her teeth, and then ran in front of Hu Xiang with a murderous aura.

Looking at Hu Xiang, who was picking up those magazine scraps in the trash can, Song Yuge was stunned at first, and then pressed the inexplicable sourness on the tip of his nose, gritted his teeth and warned Hu Xiang: "When I see you writing novels in the future, be careful that I confiscate all of them to the teacher!" ”

When Hu Xiang turned around with a stunned face, Song Yuge walked back to his seat in embarrassment.

She thought she was so crazy that she had learned to threaten people!

What Song Yuge didn't expect was that in the Chinese class that afternoon, the Chinese teacher praised Hu Xiang's novel being accepted by the magazine in front of the whole class, and used him as a model to teach other students to study Chinese hard.

Song Yuge listened dumbfounded, and only felt a hot pain on her face, as if a fire was burning her.

Listening to the applause of Hu Xiang in the class, Song Yuge had to admit that she was a little jealous of him.

After all, he was the second student besides her to be so appreciated by the Chinese teacher, like a piece of candy, half of which was snatched away by Hu Xiang.

Since that day, Hu Xiang's surroundings have become more angry.

Those classmates who originally ignored Hu Xiang would occasionally make fun of him, and even worse, they would pretend to take a notebook and ask Hu Xiang for an autograph.

But every time Hu Xiang just glanced at the classmate in front of him silently, and then lowered his head indifferently.

Hu Xiang seems to have two worlds, one realistic and one illusory. He gave his soul to the world of fiction, and in reality he resembles the walking dead.

"The surname is Hu, can you be like a normal person." A few days later, when he saw Hu Xiang return to a situation where no one cared about him again, Song Yuge finally couldn't hold back. She was annoyed by such a self-styled nonsense, but she couldn't say any reason.

If it had to be said that there was, it was probably because Song Yuge couldn't bear that her aura would be taken away by such a weird guy as Hu Xiang.

Her opponent must be a normal person!

Seeing that his novel book was taken away by Song Yuge, Hu Xiang pressed down the pen that was almost attached to the table.

With a crisp sound, the pen folds in two from the middle. The ink in the refill spilled all over the table, like a broken ink map.

"Give it back!" Hu Xiang raised his head, and his low voice overflowed with a rich coldness.

Song Yuge was stunned, and after reacting, she threw the novel book in her hand back to Hu Xiang's desktop. With red eyes, he yelled at Hu Xiang: "Hu Xiang, you should be lonely for the rest of your life!" ”

Hu Xiang watched Song Yuge walk away in a daze, lowered his head and silently picked up the novel book on the table, and then tore off the ink-soaked pages.

When the sharp tearing sound fell into the ears of Song Yuge, who was walking away, it was full of sarcasm, as if she was laughing at her for being bored.

"Wolf heart and dog lungs, no heart and no lungs, lack of heart and lungs!" Song Yuge sat back in his seat, scolded twice angrily, and his tears came out.

She swore that she would never pay attention to Hu Xiang in her life, so when she saw the note on the table that said "I'm sorry" on the third day after the incident, Song Yuge kneaded it into a ball without lifting her eyebrows and threw it into the trash can behind Hu Xiang.

But when he saw Hu Xiang, whose face didn't change and didn't even raise his head, Song Yuge wanted to slap him twice on the spot.

In front of him, Song Yuge felt that she had become a clown, and she was embarrassed by what she did.