I'll tell you.

It seems like we've all had such a time, replacing liking you with liking him, but never thinking that when I have the courage to say that I like you, will you be gone?

1She can write love letters

In high school, there will always be many small transparent, average looks, average grades, and average popularity...... Unlike them, there are two extremes, either everything is good or nothing is good. Zhou Qingshui thought, it's really an honor, she is not the kind of person who is not good at anything.

It's easy to do anything alone, but it's also awkward, especially when a large group of people pass by you talking and laughing. In high school, we were afraid of being alone, but we never thought that many times in the future, we would only be alone.

Zhou Qingshui is not embarrassed, because, when he was seventeen years old, he learned to do eighteen-year-old things, and he didn't have to be afraid at the age of eighteen, yes, he was not afraid of eighteen-year-olds.

It's so good that he can't die, and hit the muzzle of the gun, "Zhou Qingshui, you say, what are your advantages?" Xu saw that the people around her were actively discussing, so she didn't speak, and she was the first to be pointed out by the old class.

Zhou Qingshui stood up, straight and straight, like a tree. "I don't have merit." Really, she really doesn't have any good qualities.

Lectures! There were people listening to this class meeting, and the old class's face suddenly darkened, and it was already so embarrassing that it couldn't be more embarrassing. "Teacher, Zhou Qingshui is not without merit, she can write love letters!"

The old class is a young teacher, and he shouldn't have encountered this situation yet, so he really doesn't know how to save the scene. Fortunately, someone helped, otherwise Zhou Qingshui would have died miserably.

As soon as they heard this, everyone laughed, only Zhou Qingshui's ears were slightly red, and he pursed his lips tightly, not knowing if he was angry or just embarrassed.

After the class bell rang, there were still Zhou Qingshui and him left in the class.

Zhou Qingshui stared at his back in a daze, not even knowing when he came over.

Waiting, waiting, "Hey, I'm good-looking?" Why do you keep staring in the direction I'm sitting? The Buddha-figure has come to you. "Gu Beichen looks fine, don't blame you for being infatuated with me, it's because I'm handsome.

Seeing that she didn't pay attention to him, he wasn't annoyed, Zhou Qingshui has always been like this, hasn't he? "What, don't you say thank you?" He still remembers that she kept saying thank you, and would say thank you to the boss when she bought anything, and now that he has helped her so much, shouldn't she be grateful to Dade?

Zhou Qingshui put the pen in the pencil case, "Thank you." ”

Actually, what she wants to say is, thank you for remembering me, thank you for remembering that I once wrote love letters to you for others.

"The prosperity of three thousand is just a passing cloud, only you have entered my eyes."

At that time, Gu Beichen smiled helplessly, the exact same content, he had read it, he had read it in a love letter to his brother, his brother, Yang Shuo.

As a member of the study committee, he often helped the teacher correct the papers, and he remembered almost all the handwriting of the classmates.

He sometimes thinks that the girl who guards her own side of the world still has love, and love for her brother.

And his brother's expression is undoubtedly that he likes the love letter she gave him.

In this world, there are many, many latecomers, even if Gu Beichen only met Zhou Qingshui later, he would have a chance, right? However, if you miss a person to help when she needs it most, no matter how good you are to her, you can't change his place in her heart.

It was also during the Chinese New Year that Gu Beichen knew that Zhou Qingshui did not use QQ, but was invisible, and only set up invisibility for Yang Shuo.

He thought, Yang Shuo is so good, he got all her feelings. didn't expect that this kind of relationship was too hot, Yang Shuo was too much like her, and he couldn't accept another self.

On weekends, Zhou Qingshui often sleeps in the reading room, wearing a hat, lying on the table, blowing the air conditioner, which is a kind of happiness, and he will be happy when he can.

There is no heating in the south, but there is also air conditioning, and when winter comes, it is so cold that you feel the deep malice of the wind.

The school has two places with air conditioning, offices, and reading rooms.

Zhou Qingshui has always been sleepy, if it's okay, she doesn't feel anything after sleeping for a day, maybe she is lying on the table, it is not easy to sleep, she does not sleep very peacefully.

Vaguely knowing that someone had pulled away the seat next to her, Zhou Qingshui summed it up in his heart, this person was sick. In the reading room on weekends, so many seats are empty, so why sit next to her? Thinking about it, she fell asleep again.

After sleeping for an afternoon, Zhou Qingshui touched her stomach, yes, she woke up hungry. After being stunned for a while, she finally recovered before she noticed that the person sitting next to her hadn't left yet.

Moreover, she still knows this person, "What a coincidence." Zhou Qingshui's face turned red again, there was no way, who made her thin-skinned, the people who came to the reading room were all hundreds~ten thousand\ small! said, she was a little embarrassed when she came to sleep.

Gu Beichen couldn't hold back a smile, looking at her who was sleeping with traces on her face, alas, lying on the table and sleeping for an afternoon, can you not press out the traces? "Skillful."

Also, if it weren't for someone you know, who would sit next to you if there was still a place? Zhou Qingshui now feels that she is the one who is sick. Low emotional intelligence is also a disease, a very serious disease.

Looking for Zhou Qingshui today, there is something to do, if one person wants to get along with another person more, there must be a reason. "Isn't Ah Chun your good friend, I want to chase her, can you help?" At the beginning, wasn't it the love letter she wrote for Ah Chun.

Ah Chun? Zhou Qingshui thought for a moment, "Why should I help you?" I don't sell teammates. "Gu Beichen thought about it, because he didn't want to sell it to me," Of course, the price can be discussed separately. ”

……

Yes, she is in the remarks of Yang Shuo's contact, but she is a fan of small wealth, but Gu Beichen didn't expect that she could even sell her best friend.

"How much?" See if you can afford it.

He volunteered, and she couldn't blame her for cheating him. "You don't need money, just help me make up the math, pass the math once, I'll help you ask her once, how about it?"

She had to learn math well, or she wouldn't have been able to get into that university.

But alas, mathematics is not her lover, I don't know how deep her love is.

It's normal for high school students to pay attention to their grades, Gu Beichen only thought that she wanted to be a school bully, and she didn't think about it, "Okay." ”

Only when he is familiar with it does he know that Zhou Qingshui is muddy and always likes to pit others, such as, "Gu Beichen, let's buy smoothies and drink." "This kind of thing was originally brought up first, who invited the treat, and he was helping her make up for the lesson. However, she asked him to invite, and many times.

Gu Beichen thought, Zhou Qingshui is really poor.

However, she is so poor and cute, she can show her love for money so obviously, as long as he asks her to help, she has to pay for it.

Her mantra was, "You can do anything, just give money." ”

Finally came to the winter vacation, Gu Beichen reacted, he was pitted by Zhou Qingshui, and he took the monthly exam once a month, that is to say, she died in a month, and she could only pass once.

He met Ah Chun twice, and after that love letter incident, they were already very good friends, Zhou Qingshui didn't see it himself, and thought that they were making rapid progress, and it was all her credit.