Evening self-study.

The first evening self-study was very normal and peaceful, and I still sat in my seat and did my own thing between classes.

It's business as usual.

Very ordinary.

Asking about classmate G has also been forgotten, after all, it has nothing to do with me, I'm not a nosy person, and all curiosity doesn't matter.

What is the meaning of coming or going? Proactive inquiries can also cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

In conclusion, never look backwards.

At this moment, a strange boy walked in, very tall, holding a piece of paper in his hand, and from the moment he walked into the classroom, our eyes were on him.

I just looked at it and lowered my head because I didn't think it had anything to do with me.

Especially the boys.

As a result, he happened to stay in front of my desk, placing the paper in front of me, and I looked up in confusion.

He said, "Help someone else ask for it, fill it in!" ”

I?

I pointed at myself blankly, and then asked, "Wrong, right?" ”

It's really wrong! How could it be me?

I saw the strange boy in front of him glance out the window, and there was another boy standing, and he nodded his head to indicate certainty.

After receiving the news, the boy in front of him continued: "That's right, it's you, just write it, it's not difficult." ”

I looked down and saw the name, phone number, QQ number and so on.

There was only one thought in my head at the time, and that was: Truth or Dare?! Specify yes, he must be a punishment for losing the game, otherwise why would it be me? So many beautiful female classmates in the class.

Since that's the case, then I'll play it as a game, and cooperate with it to avoid embarrassment for others, not to mention that now I've naturally become the focus.

Under the slightly dim light of the classroom, I hesitantly picked up the pen, thought for a moment, and wrote down my nickname, QQ trumpet, and a blind mobile phone number.

Sure enough, the task was completed, the boy didn't have any words, took back the filled information, walked out the door, and then the two didn't know what they were discussing.

Suddenly, he appeared in front of me again and said with a smile: "That's not right, isn't it, your mobile phone number is ten digits?" Seriously, my buddy is serious. ”

What buddy? What seriously? This doesn't open the right way.

I frowned, although I don't know if it's right or not, but the only thing I know is that the mobile phone number is indeed one digit less, and the number can be made up wrong, and I am also a strange person.

Immediately, a zero was added at the end, and he was sent away, and finally it was quiet.

After the two strange boys left, the girls in our class came up with some curiosity and asked vigorously, "Who?" Who is it? ”

They asked me, and I want to ask! I don't know you at all?!

I said I didn't know, they still didn't believe it, they always felt that there was some secret, and the gossip was burning.

However, I really don't know each other, and besides, if I do, why don't you know my name, and I still need my brother's help to ask for a number and name? Still don't understand his intentions.

I didn't think much about it, it was just a big adventure! After all, these kinds of games were very popular at the time.

In addition to Alin, I also met Ahri-san, who is the kind of cute little boy, like a younger brother, very cute.

I also had a great time chatting with him, it was the first time I had talked to a guy in person, and we talked for a long time.

I used to communicate with others only through the Internet, but in reality, I didn't communicate too much, but this time, it feels very different.

They laugh happily, talk openly, and make funny jokes with each other.

Very happy.

In this way, the time for the whole evening self-study has become insufficient, time flies, the bell rings after class, and we leave with a heart that I don't want to leave, because the aisle outside the classroom is very narrow, after class, we will sit in the classroom for a moment every time, and will not go out in a hurry.

Unless you rush out early, you will be drowned by the sea of people.

It's the same this time.

The bell for the end of class doesn't seem to have any effect on us, and what everyone is still doing is tantamount to indifference.

Then, everyone seemed to be pinching the stopwatch in their hearts, and at a certain time, the people outside were almost gone, so they got up and set off for the dormitory.

However, this time I hesitated at the door, and at the door of our class, there were two boys, the boy who had just entered the classroom and the other boy who was standing outside the window.

This is the first time I can see the face of the person in front of me, it is a little familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.

I didn't know before, but I did see it just now, it was him, and let his brother come to me with a paper, and I only had one idea at the time, that is, to pretend not to see it and avoid it.

I subconsciously avoided my eyes, and walked around the side, and then the boy next to me actually followed my footsteps, the same as the dormitory, after all, the direction of the dormitory is the same, I can't say anything, just take him by the way.

He followed me, but he did not open his mouth to speak to me, but said to his brother beside him, "Chase." ”

Can I understand this "chasing" as chasing me?

what？

People who don't know each other at all, this is too inexplicable to understand.

Is there really anyone who likes someone they don't know and don't understand? Or is there really love at first sight?

I don't believe it.

As I approached the dormitory door, his brother walked back with big strides, and in the midst of my embarrassment, Alin, who was next to me, also ran away, and I watched her go away as if she had escaped with a sense of security.

It's even more embarrassing.

I wanted to run away too, but the boy next to me suddenly said, "You don't remember me?" We saw it during military training. ”

As soon as he said this, I was even more at a loss, if I had seen it, why didn't I have an impression? Although my face is blind, I can still remember people I know.

However, it may also have something to do with my habit of always walking with my head down, and on weekdays, I don't notice people or things around me at all, and I don't like to discuss people I am interested in, or boys or girls, like others.

But he said military training?

In this way, it seems that I only met one boy during military training, that is, one day he was on his way back to the dormitory by himself with a salt infusion.

Right! That's him.

In this way, it was true, in the afternoon when I went back, it was quiet and empty, we passed by, I remember that he still looked at me with very puzzled eyes, I only thought it was because my eyes were red, but I didn't expect it to be......

Strange fate.

However, there is only one side, and that's it?

I was puzzled, nodded at him, didn't continue to talk to him, and walked to the dormitory building, the four words "boy stopped" saved me, I can't say that I hate, but, this inexplicable confession, it's a confession, it's really strange.

At this time, if I agree, it will be even more nonsensical.

Naturally, when I opened the door of the dormitory, thinking that everything was going on as usual and no one would pay attention to me, I had to raise my head to look at everyone.

This tone is very familiar, it is the atmosphere of gossip, it must be something Alin said, even if he didn't say anything, everyone has seen what is going on in the classroom, so, do I need to explain?

I don't think there's anything to explain, after all, it's nothing, it's not worth making a fuss.

Especially me, a person who is mainly low-key.

"Who's that boy?" Alin asked curiously.

"I don't know." I replied, very seriously, I really didn't know, but no one seemed to believe me, everyone just thought I was hiding something.

"Huh? I didn't believe it, so I followed them downstairs in the dormitory. Rainbow also joined the gossip and coaxed along.

"I really don't know, let's wash up." I walked by, took out my own kettle and walked to the water room, escaping their serial questioning, I really didn't like this look, and without knowing anything, I became the protagonist and was watched by everyone.

Awkward.

I want to make it clear to him, but there doesn't seem to be any contact information, forget it, tomorrow, if he comes back tomorrow, he must make it clear.

It's not my way to get tangled.

In the bustling city, the troubles are gone, and the city understands it, but forgets to give feedback.

……

A week later.

The time to change seats is still here, but when I move the table carefully, I feel a little frightened in my heart, and as for why I am frightened, it may be because of sweet.

Becoming at the same table with her, I think, this should be the most painful week, so let the pain come more violently, after all, you have to face it, I hope the time can be faster.

Maybe not, after all, there is an expectation in the heart.

But fortunately, every morning is a professional class, and you need to go to the studio to take classes, so it seems that it is okay, and when the time comes, it is good to avoid conflicts.

If you don't speak, you can't still offend people, right?!

It seems to be okay.,After all, I haven't had any conversations with sweet's classmate before.,She's just looking at me unpleasantly.,There's no reason to like it.,Of course it's the same as hating.。

Try to avoid communication.

Extremely reluctantly, after changing seats, Sweet sat on my left-hand side, trying not to touch her field, and sat a little to the right, but on the right it was a boy.

I wondered if I approached him, would I think I was interesting to him?

Maybe.

It's too hard, how can this be? I had nowhere to put it, and I was in a tangle, neither left nor right.

Center.

I put all my stuff in the center of the table and sat in the middle of it, so that both sides were not violated, right?

Sitting in the second row, looking up at the blackboard podium, I didn't dare to move, for fear that the students in the back row would be so panicked as soon as they finished their seats.

Ay!

……

Studio.

This week is a color class.

At this time, I realized that I really had zero foundation, with and without foundation, and I knew at a glance, and the teachers had seen so many students.

If it's a mule or a horse, you'll know if you pull it out and slip it on.

It's true that the skills are not as good as people.

When I asked the people around me, I found that everyone was studying in their studio, using Saturdays and Sundays, while I was like a wandering child who had no fixed place to live.

At this moment, I was also forced to arrange.

An art teacher with whom I was kind at the time, he just retired this year, and he came to visit us in the classroom before he retired, and then he walked behind me, and I looked back, full of gray hair, very kind.

He said, "You've never studied art, have you? Do you want to come to my tutorial class? ”

Since he has spoken like this, where does I have a chance to refuse, nodded and said, "Well, I'll go home and ask my parents." ”

The teacher didn't force it anymore, after all, children in high school don't have their own part in making their own decisions.

However, going to his tutoring class seems to have become a sure thing.

After I asked my parents, I could see that they were reluctant to let me go, but they didn't seem embarrassed to refuse the teacher, and finally left the problem to me and left it to my own choice.

All right.

I went anyway.

Even if you don't come here, you have to sign up for a class, otherwise you won't be able to keep up with the progress of the class.

Especially when I see other people's paintings, there is still a gap.

I'm not smart, I don't have any talent, I just rely on my own efforts.

This Saturday, when I came to the art tutorial class, two empty classrooms, I approached curiously, found a corner to sit down, and took out my drawing board.

Don't know what to do......

At this time, the teacher came to guide me, motioned me to observe the still life in front of me, and told me a lot of knowledge and skills, and he seemed to be very senior and knowledgeable.

It seems that it is quite important to register for classes, and I hope to learn more knowledge from the teacher.

……

"The midterm exam is coming soon, the midterm exam is the first exam you have come here, it is very important, I hope you take it seriously, and then it will be the parent-teacher meeting, we need to set up the classroom, do the students volunteer to draw a piece of work and give it to the teacher? Color sketches are fine. Teacher Hai said patiently.

I am most afraid of momentary air embarrassment.

Teacher Hai's peach on the side took the initiative to resolve the embarrassment, she seems to have been very close to Teacher Hai recently, and was elected deputy class president in an election a few days ago.

When working, he is more active and hard-working than the squad leader.

"It's just that when the time comes to stick it on the side wall, all parents will see it, although it is not mandatory, but I still hope that everyone can be proactive, after all, it is also an honor." Peach encouraged everyone.

Now, several people took the initiative to raise their hands to register.

My heart was entangled for a moment, should I raise my hand?

Sweet next to him suddenly said, "You don't want to draw one?" ”

"Me?" I pointed to myself in confusion, can I? Wouldn't it be a shame if the painting was too ugly, but the amazing thing is that even the sweet, who usually hates me the most, is encouraging me, so ......

Let's just draw one!

Bravely raised his hand, Peach recorded my name in the statistics book, and the most amazing thing is that since then, Sweet doesn't seem to hate me so much, and her tone has become much more polite.

It's inexplicable......

Although I have zero foundation, my talent for drawing is still obvious to all, of course I think I am very poor at drawing, but others do not think so, but think that I am very good at drawing, and even suspect that I have deceived everyone that I have not learned to draw.

This was unexpected.

As for whether or not I have studied art, it seems that only stars can help me prove it. At that time, it was she who bought the painting bag and sketchpad with me, and if I had learned it, why didn't I even have these tools.

Xing also explained, it doesn't seem to be useful, so let it be.