I brought the composition paper and handed it to Zhang Chufan.

"Chu Fan, this is my composition paper for the president."

"Okay."

In the evening self-study, Zhang Chufan copied the president's composition.

"The president's writing is so good, do you want to take a look?" Zhang Chufan asked me.

"I'll see."

Indeed, as a liberal arts tyrant, the president writes essays that are indeed extraordinary, especially the ability to quote scriptures, which reflects his rich knowledge reserves, which makes me sigh to myself.

"As the president, this essay is so well written! Chu Fan, your handwriting is also very good-looking, my favorite is your handwriting, no one in our class writes better than you. ”

"No, no, my handwriting is not good." He was always very humble, and when I complimented him, he always looked like he didn't know how to deal with it, and he was busy denying himself. But no matter what he says, it's a fact that he writes well.

"Put this essay here first, and I'll take it to the president when the time comes." I say.

After school, I took this composition paper to Class 6 and came to the president's seat. At this time, he was looking down and writing his homework.

"President, here you go!" I happily handed him the paper.

"Hmm." He looked up, answered indifferently, and took it.

"President, shall we go up now?" I asked him.

"No, I'm not going." He said calmly.

"Why?" I'm puzzled, why didn't you come to our class to find Lin Haiyuan again?

"I'm going back to my dorm now. Are you leaving? ”

Since he said so, I couldn't have dragged him up, so I had to follow him.

On the way back to the dormitory with him, I asked him—

"President, will you come back in the future? You're coming back, right? ”

"I don't want to go again." He said it again.

"How could you not come? Have you forgotten the days the three of us spent together? How can you just leave? I'm going to miss you! I said, "You're coming back, aren't you?" You're going to do it, right?"

"We'll talk about it then." It's still such a vague response.

I don't know what the president was thinking, but I don't think he'll leave suddenly. The friendship between the three of us was not very deep, but we were all used to walking together every day, and it would be strange if someone was not there one day. How can such a friendship be given up with a single sentence?

Besides, didn't the president say last time that he didn't want to come again, but didn't he come back in the end?

But why did he do that?

Probably because the heart will be cold. I know the feeling of searching again and again, not in exchange for a little bit of long-awaited care. No matter how hot the heart is, it will burn out because of this, turn to ashes, and finally cool down.

If the president really doesn't come anymore...... What will happen to the three of us?

Thinking of this, and thinking of the president's various requests for others so far, I couldn't help but half-jokingly say-

"President, you're really good at commanding people!"

"What did you say?"

"Say you're good at directing people!"

"Really? Do I have one? ”

I don't know if he really doesn't know or if he doesn't know. But, having said that, that's enough.

"President. I've never been able to understand you. I leave this sentence faintly.

"Goodbye."

Sending the president to the dormitory, I turned around, stepped on the road around the school, and left alone.