10. I saw a nasty

Lying on the bed made by my father and mother, I felt as if I had grasped an attachment. After expressing his feelings, his heart was still romantic, quietly looking at the three sisters, admiring their beautiful shadows, and listening to their melodious voices, how comfortable and beautiful.

A knock on the door broke the cozy romance, and a girl poked in half of her head and said to us, "Grade 14 freshmen, counselor inform, half an hour later, go to the Chinese Academy, classroom 1411 to gather." With that, she retracted her head without any doubt and closed the door to our room.

Shen Xiaofu, "What's the matter?" Can't wait? My aunt hasn't finished resting yet, what bullshit Chinese Academy? Toss people. ”

Jiang Feifei, "We are new to the avenue, the counselor must want to know us, anyway, we have to meet sooner or later, what are you afraid of?" What should I do next? ”

Shen Xiaofu, "Then you don't have to be in such a hurry, you should let people take a breath, you go, I won't go, come back and tell me something, it's really annoying." ”

Jiang Feifei, "Why don't you go?" The three of us went, how boring it is to leave you alone, let's go together, we have to know each other sooner or later, we have to meet sooner or later, what are you afraid of? Come back and rest again. ”

Xu Gezi, "I should go, I should leave a good impression on the teachers and classmates." ”

Jiang Feifei, "That's it, the first impression is the most important, we've been together for 4 years, don't let people think that you are very colorful, a good Sichuan girl, lively, cute, beautiful and generous, how good." ”

I said, "Second sister, in fact, I don't want to go, but I won't go to the first event, I'm afraid it's not good, let's go together, how good it is for our four sisters to be together, and we are not comfortable leaving you alone." ”

Shen Xiaofu, "Okay, okay, I don't know who paid the three of you to be lobbyists, one by one is so sweet that I'm embarrassed not to go." ”

Jiang Feifei, "Originally?" There are 4 of us in a dormitory, which is a strong fighting collective, and we cannot leave any one behind without giving up. ”

I said, "Look at how nice the moon is today, the moon is shining brightly and the stars are gathered. On this romantic night, a group of young boys and girls gathered, it makes people look forward to it, not to mention that there are three of us girls with you, how much enjoyment do you have? Isn't it the second sister? ”

Jiang Feifei, "Oh, my beautiful little Bang Bang, if I were rich, I would be the first to buy your little mouth, it's so sweet, I'm almost drunk." ”

After saying that, the three of them burst out laughing, making me shy and embarrassed.

I said angrily, "You three big sisters, just bully my little sister, can you bear it?" ”

Xu Gezi, "How dare we be angry with you, we don't like it." Okay, let's stop fighting, let's go quickly, or don't be late, it's not good to be late. ”

4 beautiful girls, a beautiful fairy, in the bright moonlight, under the annotation of the stars, walking on the campus in early autumn, with a slight cool breeze, elegantly described on the campus road. The moonlight, the soft and beautiful depiction of their apologies, is depicted on the land, they are advancing, the shadows are also moving, the stars are dumbfounded, and the bright big eyes want to see enough of this beauty.

Street lamps, casting light, compete with the moon and the wind, twinkling starry eyes. The soft light of the street lamp caressed the shoulders of each of their maidens, and the vinegar of the moon made him show his jealousy from time to time. The moon, although the light is bright, but the street lamp is closer to the soft, although the moon is full of resentment, the street lamp is more charming. The girls still walked carefree, laughing with each other and talking about beauty, not caring about the jealousy of the street lamps and the moon, pure as a pool of clear water, flowing in this night.

The street trees are still not willing to be lonely, casting the shadows of the trees, and the leaves of the trees are rattling, as if they want to sing, trying to attract the youthful eyes of the girls. The moon walks, the girls are also walking, and the shadows are also beating, like a harmonious symphony, in the caress of the street lamps, moving and moving, moving and moving, from the dormitory building, to the main road, from the main road, to the small road, and into the teaching building. This moving shadow, the beautiful girl, the road and the path as a connection, like a serenade of youth, played in the quiet campus.

In the building of the Faculty of Letters, on the 14th floor, classroom 1411 is a standard small classroom, with more than 30 sets of tables and chairs placed on neat horses, on the large wall in front, on one side is a folding blackboard, on the other side is a released blackboard newspaper, the blackboard is written, welcome new students, colorful chalk drawings, vivid and smooth. On the blackboard newspaper, the words and colorful plates seemed to tell something, and did not attract everyone's attention.

When the four of us entered this classroom, there were already more than 20 new students in the classroom, and under the light, the faces full of youth, colorful fashions, full of vitality, full of youthful enthusiasm. We quickly found a corner and sat down, and the students came one after another, and after ten minutes, the classroom was full.

There are many female classmates, few male classmates, and the fashion of female classmates is like a beautiful ocean, drowning those boys' dull clothes in this fragrance of purple and red. Everyone has just met, and they are not familiar with each other, basically like us, in the dormitory, a bunch of people chatting, reminiscing about the beauty of their hometown, talking about their desire for the future, you say a word, noisy like a free market. The four of us, still in the process of getting acquainted, whispered to each other, whispered softly, and complained to each other. The noise didn't last long, the door of the classroom opened, and a young man walked in, walked straight up to the podium, turned his body to us, ah, how could it be him? What a hell of a life.

The person on the podium was none other than the boy I was walking on my way to the dormitory and bumped into me. Unconsciously, a wave of boredom rose in my heart. How is this nasty person? It was a bit of a disappointment to see this nasty face twice, this person who made me uncomfortable on the most wonderful day, I muttered to myself.