The lights in the back row went out, leaving only the two lights above the lectern still on.

I looked up at the clock hanging in the classroom, and it was nine-fifty. It's been ten minutes since class ended.

The president has not yet come.

Will he come today?

Ever since the last time the president said, "I may not come back again," I've been paying close attention to the president's movements. The three of us were together and it was one of my fondest memories from my high school years. I don't want the three of us to be scattered like this, I don't want to.

The president just said last time that he wouldn't do that, so I consoled myself.

He really didn't do that. It's just that sometimes they come, but they will go first.

That's just because he's been busy lately, I said in my heart.

But why hasn't he come yet? In another ten minutes, the lights were all out. Usually he is already here at this time.

After all, I still can't rest assured.

I walked out of the classroom and stood in the hallway looking out.

Why don't you go to Class 6?

Maybe he's coming?

Let's go.

I lifted my legs and walked down the hallway to the second floor to Class 6.

Class 6 is a liberal arts class, and the vast majority of them are girls. A lot of people are working hard, and there are still a lot of people who stay in the class to read.

I glanced around, but I didn't see the president.

President, where did he go?

Have you already gone to our class?

Or, have you already gone back to your dorm?

Don't!

I turned around and trotted all the way back to Class 7. On the way, I kept thinking to myself, where will the president go? If he had already come to our classroom, why didn't I see him on the way?

Back in the classroom, it's okay, the president is already here.

"President, you're finally here." I was relieved.

"Where have you been?" The president asked me.

"I'm looking for you in Class Six. But why didn't I see you on the road? Are you in the hallway you walked through on the second floor? ”

"yes."

"No wonder I didn't see you on the road. I was walking through the hallway on the third floor. ”

The last time I waited for him in the hallway and gave him chocolates, I saw that he was coming from the hallway on the third floor, and I thought he had been walking this way. But it doesn't matter, it's good if people come, it doesn't matter which way you go.

The next night, after school, I went to look for him again.

When I came to class 6, I saw a group of people surrounding a teacher and asking questions. The president is also among them.

In that case, just wait for him.

I walked to the window, put my hand on the glass, and looked downstairs.

After school, people walked by one after another under the teaching building.

Who are they? What are you talking about? What are you doing? What has already been said? What will be said again? What has already been done? What are you going to do? Where did it come from? Where to go? Each person has their own trajectory, and together they become our society. Everything moved forward in an orderly manner with some kind of magical push, and I was one of them. So, where will my path lead?

I let out a sigh of relief, and my vision blurred.

What is driving all this?

Are we all going with the flow?

Let my world blur, I just want a little beauty.

I've been standing by the window of Class 6 for a few minutes, and the president should have already done it, right?

I turned around, and the circle of people who had been asking questions had dispersed. The figure of the president also disappeared.

President, he left first? Leave me, alone, by the window of this sixth class?

I hurried back to Class 7, and sure enough, the president was already here.

I confronted him—

"President! How did you get here alone? How can you leave me? Didn't I say hello to you? You saw me! ”

"yes, but you're standing by the window and looking at the scenery alone." He smiled and said indifferently.

That's it, is it?

He doesn't care where I am, does he?

I came to him and waited for him, but when he left, he didn't call me.

Leave me alone and leave me in their class.

He knew I was coming for him! Could it be that the scenery of Class 6 is better?

Yes, he has no reason to care about me. I've been pestering them all along. It had always been my delusional desire to join them. They have no reason to care about me. Lin Haiyuan only cares about himself, and the president only cares about himself and Lin Haiyuan. I cared about the three of us, but no one cared about me.

I thought I had become their companion. Oh, it seems that I am being amorous again.

All along, everything was just wishful thinking on my part!

All this is a group of beautiful bubbles, they exude colorful light, gorgeous and dazzling. I thought I had them, that their beauty existed only for me. As a result, when I touched them, they all shattered with a "bang". It's like my heart is broken.

"By the way, Yi Yin Fei, in the recent essay competition, have you finished writing your essay?" The president said to me suddenly.

"I didn't write it. I'm not going to attend. ”

"That's great, give me that piece of paper of yours."

The piece of paper that the president said was a piece of composition paper. Those who want to participate in the contest need to purchase a journal in which there is an essay sheet, and the essay needs to be written on this sheet of paper and sent out in order to participate. The teacher recommended this competition to us and said that we could give it a try, so I bought a copy. But then I felt that the topic of the essay was not what I was good at, so I didn't plan to participate in it anymore.

He asked me for something again.

Why is he always like this? They don't care about me, and they ask me for what they want so comfortably.

But after all, I couldn't bear to refuse. Anyway, that piece of paper is useless to me, just give it to him.

"Well, I'll bring it to you tomorrow." I said, "Is your essay ready?" ”

"It's written," said the president, "help me give that piece of paper to Zhang Chufan in your class, and I asked him to help me transcribe it." ”

"Okay."

Are he and Zhang Chufan also junior high school classmates? Should be. He knew that Zhang Chufan's handwriting was good-looking, so he asked someone to help him copy it to increase his chances of winning the award.

The essay paper is asked for by others, and a good word on a piece of paper is written by others, and in the end, you get benefits, all of which are your own. President: He's really good at taking advantage of others.

If you think about it, the president always seems to be asking for it, and the only thing I've seen so far is the time he has paid for Lin Haiyuan. Others, nothing. It's a lot to ask for, especially for a fool like me. has been used by him all the time, unwilling, of course.

But I agreed. What's the solution? I don't want to refuse! I genuinely consider him a friend. Even now, I'm happy that I was able to help him.

I've always been so brainless when it comes to emotional matters.