*Monday of the second week

"I'm right with my homework." He Xinyu put down his schoolbag and turned to Liu Xiaoran and said.

Liu Xiaoran was indifferent, as if he hadn't heard.

He Xinyu gently patted Liu Xiaoran, who was writing morning exercises, with his hand: "Hi buddy!" Borrow me for the right assignment? ”

Liu Xiaoran responded, he turned his head: "Yo? Didn't you tell me to leave you alone last week? Raised his eyebrows, "How are you doing today?" ”

He Xinyu heard Chen Jiaying say that Liu Xiaoran held a grudge, but she didn't expect that she could hold a grudge like this? !

"Love to borrow or not to borrow." If the answer is not right, it is not the right answer, what is the spirit?

Liu Xiaoran took out the folder containing the weekend homework from the drawer board, and said indifferently: "Love is right." ”

“……”

However, since He Xinyu has made a decision, he can't slap himself in the face, it's not right, it's not right, at most it's just two more questions.

Liu Xiaoran looked at the file bag on his desk and didn't move, which was a little strange.

This guy has changed sex?

He secretly raised his eyes to look in the direction of He Xinyu, and saw He Xinyu burying his head in writing the morning exercise seriously.

The sun illuminated the broken hair of He Xinyu golden, and the rustling of the pen continued.

Unconsciously, Liu Xiaoran shook his head.

……

* Broadcast

I don't know when it started, He Xinyu's eyes became more and more fond of looking at Liu Xiaoran, and the originally ordinary radio drill even turned around into an opportunity to look back at him in a bright light.

Strange, really weird.

What does it feel like to like someone? He Xinyu didn't know, and Liu Xiaoran didn't know either.

"Wow, He Xinyu, why do you do such a standard job every time you broadcast drills?"

He Xinyu didn't expect to be asked this question: "Huh? Only...... Didn't I participate in a radio gymnastics competition in my sophomore year of high school, and I'm used to doing standards. ”

"Oh yes, it's you."

Liu Xiaoran was passing by and happened to hear the conversation.

Radio Drill Competition?

Was she there at that time?

Liu Xiaoran thought as he went to the toilet-

I still remember that it was the first group activity organized by the school when I first came up in high school, and he also participated, but everyone was not very familiar with it at that time, and more than two years have passed, so I basically don't have much memory.

Inexplicably, thinking about it, he actually turned back unconsciously.

"Harm, I was brushed off when I was picking people, but I practiced quite seriously two months ago."

When Liu Xiaoran passed by again, He Xinyu was facing away from him.

"Sure enough, excellent people are excellent in everything."

Zhang Huiping's words made He Xinyu's heart tremble.

Outstanding? She...... Is it excellent?

If she is excellent, how can she be brushed down directly?

If she is excellent, why didn't she even pass the first attempt?

If excellent......

"He Xin language! What happened to you? ”

Zhang Huiping's words made He Xinyu suddenly withdraw from his memories.

"It's nothing, I'm in a daze intermittently, I'm sorry~"

intermittent daze,

Also known as intermittent autism.

Probably, humility starts from the heart, and it feels like it's inferior.

If you say you like me, I'll tell you I'm bad and suck and unworthy, and I'll interrogate you over and over why you like me.

But if you say you hate me, I'll say it's okay, I understand.

- She also often wonders why she is always so sad and sad inadvertently, uncontrollably sad.

That kind of,Collapse in class,Wearing glasses,The tears in your eyes are about to fall.,Pretend to be glasses paste.,And then secretly wipe your tears.,You have to stay in good shape.,Go to class well.,Cry out loud Just move the stool as if nothing happened.,Cover your mouth.,I'm afraid to make a sound for others to find out.,The tears won't stop.,The words on the book are also wet.,The scene in front of you goes from clear to blurry and then clear.。。

I don't know what to cry about, it's just uncomfortable.