Along with the beginning of the school year, it is the first monthly exam of the third year of high school, but the exam of the third year of high school is basically a small test for a few days, and a big test a week, and everyone is used to it. Every day, looking at the thick test paper brought by the teacher, the classmates sighed deeply, and then continued to fight.

This year, there is basically zero extracurricular entertainment time, and everyone's butt seems to be glued to the stool, and it takes more than ten hours to sit at a time. Every day, I saw that the class was dark and oppressive, and everyone was bowing their heads and doing their own things. Or do exercises, or do test papers.

The usually noisy boys in the class are also a lot quieter, and they all silently put all their energy on studying, and the learning atmosphere is particularly strong for a while, and the head teacher is satisfied when he comes to see.

If there is a little strange, that is, after the beginning of this semester, they rarely see Xu Lin during the evening self-study time, he is still like before, every day during the day and class, never stays at other times, no one knows where he went. The people in the class would occasionally chat a few words in private, but no one knew his whereabouts, and Yan Cuo occasionally heard a few words about him, and they quickly skipped it.

It's better for them to be strangers, there are no ties, there is no trouble, and there is no guilt.

Yes, after rejecting him a few times, Yan Cuo actually felt a little guilty, and she didn't know where this guilt came from, but occasionally she would be a little sorry when she saw him lose his soul.

Or, Xu Lin has really changed, he is different from before, he is better and braver now, but he shouldn't pin his feelings on himself, which is destined to have no response.

Yan Cuo sometimes looks at the empty position and is stunned, but he will quickly react and do his own thing.

is as strange as Xu Lin, and Xu Xiaoxiao. Several girls in the class talked about her in private a few times, saying that she seemed to be a different person this year, and she no longer had the arrogant and domineering momentum she had before, and she was usually extremely silent, and sometimes even let others ignore her existence.

She is now very quiet, she is very serious in class, and her grades have improved a lot. Several classmates who were good friends with her said that she seemed to have disappeared all summer vacation, and no one asked her to come out, and no one knew where she went.

Just by looking carefully, you will find that she will always secretly look at someone, and that cautious appearance has never been seen on her face before. She would look at him in a daze, and then quickly turn her head away when his gaze was about to collide with hers.

She didn't dare to look at her, she couldn't accept the slightest indifference in the boy's eyes. It's just that after turning her head, she thinks, what is this, voyeurism?

What a proud person she was before, she never thought that she would become what she is today for a boy, cautious, timid, and didn't even dare to talk to him.

She studied hard, enrolled in cram school, spent the whole summer tutoring, wrote countless test papers, and she would not be a little relieved until those teachers also praised her, saying that her grades were getting better and better.

But she still didn't dare to relax a little, the boy she liked was so good, everything was good, he looked like a god, and the light emitted by the whole person was enough to illuminate her insignificance, her unbearable.

Even the girl she likes is so good and works so hard. She sometimes thinks that if he likes girls who work hard and are excellent, he will change himself and become what he likes.

In this way, he will always look at himself.

They were so far away before, they wanted to work harder, try harder, and keep up with him, but sometimes they were in a trance, and they could keep up, so what?

He's good at everything, he just doesn't love her.

She could see his occasional loss of soul, and she could see that he often stopped at Yancuo, she didn't want to admit it, but she knew in her heart that she was jealous of Yancuo, and she was crazy with jealousy.

Why, why isn't it yourself who is liked?

She watched Yancuo reject him again and again, and saw that he became more and more depressed, and he no longer liked to chat and laugh like when he first came.

No one knew that Xu Xiaoxiao's only love for the first time was given to the boy with a shallow smile and a sunny look all over the person.

Even if he always laughed very lightly, as if the smile could not reach the bottom of his heart, but so what, it was that smile that captured her heart, made her obsessed with intoxication, and began a relationship that might end without a beginning.

She had secretly followed her out a few times, and he was now quieter, and every evening he would walk out of the school gate alone, and then towards a bar, and she would follow him all the way, and watch him go in, and then he would start drinking, glass after glass, as if it would never stop.

He drank very well, no matter how much he drank, he always looked sober, he always refused the waiter's support, and staggered away alone, going to his rented cabin.

By the way, he didn't live on campus this semester and rented a house near the school.

He was the only one in the class who didn't live in school, because of his excellent grades, the head teacher also turned a blind eye to him and let him go.

It's just that Xu Xiaoxiao is unhappy, she originally had very little time to see him, and now she doesn't see him every night, she is always unavoidably distracted, and can't help but look at his location, and even, like a ghost, even his homework book, I want to take a look at it and stay in my hands for a while.

She was cautious, no one in the class saw her secret crush, she thought, she was successful, at least, if she failed, she wouldn't be so embarrassed.

Compared with his words, he doesn't seem to be bad, why, he can't look back at himself.

Obviously, as long as he turns back, he will definitely be there, he can be excellent, he can work hard, and he can be enough to match him.

But why, he didn't even give that glance to himself.

It was another evening, the afternoon class was over, all the students in the class went to the cafeteria, only Xu Lin, walked towards the school gate alone, occasionally someone greeted him, he just responded lightly, and didn't say anything superfluous.

He became more and more silent, she knew why, but she was powerless to change. She followed him all the way, watched him walk into the familiar bar, sat down in that familiar position, ordered the usual drinks, and then sat down quietly and began to drink slowly.

She was suddenly horrified to find that there was no light in his eyes, and the eyes that were so bright before always exuded brilliance, looking like the sun, moon and stars, which could suck people in at once.

But now, his eyes were dim, he always looked at a place quietly in a daze, and then there were more and more empty wine glasses in his hand, and she saw him frowning, a little uncomfortable, and his fingers clutched the glass tightly, as if he was going to fall in the next second.

She finally couldn't help it, stepped forward to support him, and looked at him half angrily and half distressedly, "Can you not do this to yourself?" Where has all your pride gone? ”

He glanced at her, his eyes were dumbfounded, and he didn't know if he recognized her, he chuckled lowly, and then said as if talking to himself, "You're not her, you don't understand, I just want her." ”