I am not a local hukou, but I can go to school, and this kind of treatment is the envy of everyone. Actually, it was because I suddenly changed schools, and there were no vacancies in the dormitory.

The campus is so big that it took me nearly a month to find a shortcut from the gravel path behind the teaching building to the school gate, which is three minutes earlier than taking the main cement road in front of the library, especially after evening self-study, I can avoid the crowds that flock to the shops and playgrounds, so as not to go wrong.

The only inconvenience is that the corners of the campus are still under construction, there are often bricks and stones blocking the road, and there are no street lights along the way. Later, the more I walked, the more familiar I became, and I was able to avoid those obstacles with my eyes closed.

There was no moon that day, and the night wind was blowing, I didn't slow down, I vaguely felt that there were people behind me, I was fast and the other party was fast, I was slow and the other party was slow, and I was holding for a distance, but there was still some distance from the school gate.

I've never met anyone on this road, who is it, I'll let you cross first, okay?

I made a quick detour from a pile of bricks, and then I heard a muffled grunt, and the man fell to the ground, which, according to my experience, was very real, bleeding from broken skin to bruising and bruising.

I walked back and strode forward, at least three minutes had been wasted on the detour, and I couldn't get home on time if I didn't speed up.

"Classmate, you're so unfriendly!" He said jokingly, the voice through the dark night, the cold wind, coming from behind me, my nerves that had just been relaxed tensed again, and I ran towards the school gate.

Until a force of gravity came from behind, an abrupt "hey" followed by a scream of "ah", he had been thrown to the ground by me, although his scream was a bit exaggerated, but this time the fall must not be light, because I used all my strength. Then, running forward with no life.

When I walked out of the small door in the school gate, I still thought to myself, I really met a ghost after walking too much at night, and next time I will take the main road.

I ran all the way back, and finally arrived home on time at ten o'clock in the evening, and unexpectedly, Ling Xiao was sitting in the living room reading documents.

He glanced at me, turned his gaze to the document, and asked in a cold tone, "At this point, do you still need to run?" ”

I was out of breath and couldn't answer his questions. What would happen to him if I told him what had just happened? Forget it, don't trouble him, after all, there is no danger.

"I'm slow." He is sure he will not question this.

There were several weekend outings where he had to wait for me a few times for a trip, and he couldn't help but ask me, "Why are you so slow?" "I had to trot all the way after him.

Sure enough, he didn't ask again. I walked briskly through the living room, collected my clothes on the balcony and went into the bathroom, sweating all over.

Lying on the bed, I wrapped my whole body in a soft quilt, and the smell of the afternoon sun exuded from the quilt that had been sunburned during the day, and it was only when I dipped into my body that I dared to put it in a hanging heart, but fortunately I chose to learn martial arts instead of dance.

Just after the Spring Festival, there was still some time before the start of school, Ling Xiao asked me, "Do you have any other hobbies besides reading?" I thought for a moment: "Do digging wild vegetables, catching loaches, breaking bamboo shoots, and picking chestnuts count?" He sighed and took me to an art training base, art, music, and dance, and he introduced me while showing me around, and gave me the choice: "Don't expect you to become a talent, just cultivate your sentiments." ”

I was incredulous, if I was mistaken, let me play with a group of children who were ten years younger than me, and it was better to just throw me into kindergarten. I followed him happily, until I saw the word "Wu" in capital letters and bold dragon flying phoenix dance, my eyes lit up, and suddenly, every cell in my body was shouting, and every drop of blood was boiling. Fighting for Martial Arts - My late grandfather's lifelong pursuit. "Can I choose martial arts?"

His eyes flashed with consternation, and after a moment, he nodded in agreement.

When the chemistry teacher talked about sulfur dioxide, "there was a strong pungent smell", then he stepped off the podium, pushed open the window with one hand, and a warm breeze mixed with the spring light and the fragrance of flowers came to my face, sitting in the front row by the window, I was drowsy, but under his nose I could only cheer up, he straightened up his messy bright top hairstyle, and said slowly: "A smell similar to rotten eggs", and waved his hand in front of his nose, as if the smell really existed.

I've seen some strong chemistry, but I don't feel the class and I really can't understand his performance. I finally got up to close the window, but a gust of wind passed, and the test paper that had just been sent out rode away and landed on the cement rain shield of the back window.

I walked to the last row, and the person by the window was sitting on the front of the window, staring at the chemistry textbook without squinting, and it was unbearable to be disturbed by the appearance of being immersed in the book. I stopped the idea of asking him to get up and step on his chair, returned to my seat and picked up the chair and walked back, and the girl sitting behind me saw that the situation was not good, and got up and beckoned to me: "You can find a boy to pick it up for you." ”

"Thanks, no." By the height of my chair, I jumped onto the rain shield, and when I picked up the roll and got up, the man by the window stood up and met my gaze with a look of horror. Even if I'm not a beauty, I'm not a dinosaur, okay, classmate, what do you mean by looking at me like this?

I have a little impression of the girl who is receiving water in front of the water dispenser, she is usually very sharp in class, but when she points out the window, she will only say one word: "You...... You...... You ......" Although his speech was slurred and he couldn't speak, his brain still reacted quickly and took the initiative to reach out and pull me in.

Her: "I have to know you, Navy. ”

Me: "Thank you, Ling Mei." ”

Zang Qing kicked the chair by the window, "Damn, Beichen, are you a man?" Don't help at this time? Let her a girl jump out of the window. ”

Jumping out of the window? She uses her words so violently.

The person sitting in the chair didn't reply: "Did she ask me to help?" ”

There really isn't, "There's no need for that." I put the navy blue teacup in her hand and left with my test paper and chair.

During the evening self-study, the homeroom teacher stopped at my desk after making a round of the classroom, and asked me in a low voice, "How is your eyesight?" ”

I replied, "Normal." ”

Then I heard him say, "This position is too far forward to see the other side of the blackboard." After self-study, you move your desk to the last row, next to Beichen. ”

Knowing that this was the result, I should have answered myopia.

However, it is useless to say more, and during self-study, Beichen stood in front of my desk and deliberately said loudly, "The head teacher asked me to help you move the desk." "At least I can hear it in the first three rows of my big group.

Since then, Beichen and I have become the same table. During the day, I can clearly see the whole blackboard and I don't have to guess what is written on that half. In the evening self-study, he is quite peaceful, either sleeping on his stomach or wearing a headset, and he is rarely seen reading books and doing questions.