The winter was cold, although I couldn't feel it.

The view was beautiful in the first snow, but I could only stand by the window and enjoy it, and then go back to my desk to face my homework.

Occasionally, you can see snow showers rolling up outside the window, and the snowflakes that appear on the glass surface at some point gradually turn into water droplets, and if you don't see this window in winter, you are afraid that it will be raining.

I was bored.

As I expected, I didn't get any good grades in the final exam, and perhaps I should have realized that I didn't have the talent to be an honor student, both intellectually and hard-working.

Maybe one day I will look back and lament that I didn't know how to improve in the past, but now I understand that this kind of thinking is naïve for my future self, but I don't plan to change anything.

I'd love to know what she's doing.

Even I don't know why I will miss someone who hasn't given me a good look for a semester during the winter vacation, but I began to wonder what would happen to her.

It feels like reading a book at home.

As soon as this thought came to mind, it became an inextricable part, and it took root, making me even more unable to concentrate on studying.

Just ask.

A voice said so.

Inconclusive.

I thought so in my heart.

A few months ago, when I was handing over my homework, I saw an open phone book on my homeroom teacher's desk, which contained her home landline phone number.

That piece was probably the contact information of the classmates in the class, but the first thing I remembered was hers.

This kind of behavior doesn't even feel normal to me, so I guess it's great that the so-called stalker has done this, right? But that's what I did.

Now, it's even more important to call a phone number that doesn't explain where you're coming from.

Some nervous, some expectant.

In this mood, I pressed the number button of the landline and waited anxiously for the other side to be connected. Maybe five seconds, maybe fifteen seconds, and after a short while, I heard a "hey" with an unfamiliar sound.

It was a mature and hoarse voice, but the pitch was on the high side, so it was obvious that the other party should be a middle-aged woman.

Is it her mother?

I thought so, and said hesitantly:

"Hello ......"

"Who are you looking for?"

Before I could report to my home, the other party couldn't wait to interrupt me. Apparently didn't care who I was.

"I'm looking for Xie Tianyu."

I answered her question.

When I pronounced the name "Xie Tianyu", I felt a little unrealistic myself, because it was the first time I had said it since I saw it at the beginning of the school year.

Even though it was her name, I never said it, as if something was stopping me from shouting, as if I would lose something very important after shouting.

“…… Junior high school classmates? ”

The other side hesitated for some reason, and then continued to ask.

"No, I'm her current tablemate......"

"Click."

As soon as I finished saying this, I was greeted by a crisp sound, followed by a series of busy sounds.

- "Toot, toot, toot......"

The phone hung up.

I really didn't expect to be hung up before I revealed my identity, and when I think about it, just my behavior this semester, a girl may not be able to stand my harassment, and it is not wrong for her to let her mother guard against it.

It's just that there is still a sense of loss in my heart.

I was hated by her even more than I thought.

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