Looking at your back quietly, you haven't looked back for me once!

I'm a very shy person by nature, so I'm still very nervous about speaking in front of someone important, and I'm afraid that if I say the wrong thing when the time comes, I'll give up all my efforts. It's a mistake to say the wrong thing, it's still a trivial matter that she doesn't agree to me to be my girlfriend, and if she doesn't even take the medicine I bought, it will really not be good. After much thought, I decided that the second method would be safer. Well, yes, the second way. At this time, there was no one in the class, so I slowly walked to the back table, quietly put the medicine in the table box, looked around at the people in the class, and saw if anyone had found it, feeling like a thief at that time. After seeing that no one was paying attention to her surroundings, she immediately returned to her seat and began to write a note, which I was very good at in a font - my font, and put it on her desk, and pressed it with a book. Why do I want to say that what I write is my font, in fact, there is a reason for this, when I was in the second year of junior high school, the Chinese teacher said that I, I created a new font, my font, in fact, this is not a compliment, the teacher also said that my character is the penultimate in the whole school, I asked him who has the worst word, he didn't say. After I wrote the note, I began to imagine a myriad of possible outcomes, and the little heart up and down was apprehensive in a simple word. But now in addition to being worried, there is also a very hungry, I go, I haven't eaten for a long time, alas, damn, I am too involved in doing things, I can forget to eat, but my stomach is still relatively angry, it has not forgotten hunger. I thought that I still had to have a good class in the afternoon, or I still had to buy something to eat the race, so I went.

Time flies relatively quickly, damn, I haven't finished eating what I bought and I'm going to go to class, okay, I admit it, and start to gobble up, and when I'm done, I cautiously walked into the classroom and walked to my seat and sat down. At this time, Xie Yuhan had already come to the classroom, he watched me walk back to my seat from the door, his two big eyes didn't turn, he saw me straight, and I was very nervous when he saw it. After I sat down, she didn't mean to say anything to me, and I was too nervous to look at her. The teacher walked into the classroom and began to talk to them, and I, too, pretended to be listening carefully on the surface, but in fact, I couldn't calm down at all now, and I felt like there was a little bomb behind me at any time. How can I describe the feeling I felt at the time? Let's put it this way, why hasn't New China been established yet? Why hasn't the atomic bomb been built yet? Why hasn't socialism been realized yet? Wait, of course, these feelings are all feelings for the teacher's time in class, why don't you leave class yet? I can at least go to the toilet after class to relieve my stress, so as not to crush me to death. In this time of living like a year, no, it should be called a lesson like N years, I am like a proletariat who is about to be crushed to death, expecting a person who can lead me to turn over and be the master of singing.

As time passed, my nerves tensed, and finally I heard the bell ringing for the end of class. I breathed a sigh of relief, it was finally over, finally the class was over, and finally ,,,,,。 As soon as the teacher walked out of the door, I immediately got up and glanced back at Xie Yuhan, and when she seemed to be about to say something, she ran out of the classroom with a bang, and rushed to the toilet with a straight brush. When I came to the toilet and opened my pants, the Great Wall of thousands of miles will never fall, and the Yangtze River is surging with water, all the nervous emotions are gone at this moment, and the whole person is in a state of extreme relaxation. Just as I was enjoying the process, suddenly a person slapped me from behind, which directly scared my Yangtze River water, and I was furious: "Which of you, don't you see me releasing water?" Mr. Peng looked at me in surprise, why was he surprised, because he often treated me like this, and I wasn't angry, but this time he saw me with an unhappy expression, so he asked, "What's wrong?" You've done something wrong, damn it, and you're going to stop at that. When I saw that it was Mr. Peng, I suddenly lost my temper, so I said perfunctorily: "It's okay, it's okay, I was in a panic just now, and the fire was extinguished as soon as you came." I jokingly continued, "What now, you help me, help me suck it out, or it will be uncomfortable." Mr. Peng didn't say anything, he despised me, and went to release the water himself, while I kept brewing in the same place, but it didn't work for a long time.

After the release of water, Mr. Peng and I returned to the classroom, and I began my nervousness again, and began my time state of oppressed proletariat. This afternoon I went to the toilet at the end of almost every class to escape the person behind me. Actually, I don't even know what I think, I like people, and then leave a note, but I'm afraid to face her. Alas, maybe I'm afraid to face her and reject me, after all, it's a ,,,,, thing. However, after this incident, I have learned that if a person is nervous, it is easy to produce water, but if you release the water, it may be better. I also gave a name to this theorem, called X's water discharge decompression method, hehehe.

After an afternoon of class, I thought about other things besides releasing water, that is, what should I do in the future. What should I do if she says yes? What should I do if she doesn't say yes? I thought about it several times, and finally came to a few reliable conclusions.