The spring sun casts an oblique shadow on the billboard, which unfolds geometrically with my shadow.

I tried to move my shadow into the shadows, but my shadow was too strong to cover it, and it made my shadow especially lonely.

The spring breeze was not warm, even a little violent, just like my mood, sweeping away the dust that filled the playground.

I kind of hate my old man's machine, it doesn't even have the function of taking pictures, otherwise, I will take a picture of Qiao Zimo's masterpiece as a souvenir.

I was also involved in his student life at Li'an Township Middle School.

I looked around, and there was no one around. I went straight to the point and tore off the memories that flowed through time, just enough to fit them in my pocket.

A girl walked over from the edge of the playground.

She walked closer and closer, walking in the spring sunshine, and her body was filled with the breath of a young girl.

That kind of temperament is something that no one else can learn, and it is a girl with a different temperament from senior sister Huang slowly.

I looked at my muddy trousers and sneakers, and I was a little ashamed of myself.

I could see that she was the girl who took a photo with Qiao Zimo on the billboard.

She walked towards me with a smile.

"Hey, classmate, Happy New Year."

I couldn't refuse that genuine smile, and I politely replied, "Happy New Year." ”

She asked, "What are you looking at?" ”

I replied, "I didn't look at anything, I just looked at it casually." ”

I have a lot of activities in my heart, I originally wanted to walk around the campus alone, for a stroll, but here comes such a girl, can I still go shopping?

I also want to go to Qiao Zimo's classroom to have a look.

The girl's wise eyes kept looking at me, and I felt weak in my heart, after all, I was an outsider.

She really asked, "Why does the classmate look a little faceless?" ”

I casually said, "yes, you don't mean anything to me." ”

When I said this, I glanced at the photo of her and Qiao Zimo on the billboard, it would be nice if it had her name on it.

Unfortunately, no.

She laughed: "I'm sorry, I take the liberty to ask, which grade and class are you from?" ”

I casually remarked: "The sixth class of the third year of high school." ”

My idea is that if this girl can get Qiao Zimo to stand together and take a group photo, she must be a scholar, and according to the convention, the scholar should be in the first two classes.

There are so many students in one grade, and she may not remember every one of them.

Like me, I'm in my third year of high school now, and I can't remember which one of my classmates is.

She was shocked: "Class six? Classmate, you're kidding me! There are only five classes in the third year of high school in our school! ”

One lie takes a lot of lies, and I want to smack my undersized mouth and talk nonsense.

"Oh, there's only five classes! I thought I was in Class 6. ”

The girl's face was even more shocked: "You don't know which class you are in?" ”

I replied solemnly: "Well, I didn't report until the end of the year, and I blamed my father, who told me that I was in class six." ”

The girl suddenly realized: "Oh, no wonder, it turned out to be a new classmate." This is the New Year, I will come to the school for a field trip, and I must be a top student. ”

I modestly replied, "No, I'm actually a real scumbag, I'm just here to see if there's anything interesting in the school." Alas...... It's a bit disappointing. Desolate. ”

The girl was a little curious: "Compared with other schools, our middle school is good, which middle school did my classmates go to before?" ”

She was stumped by such a question, I am not familiar with this place, which school should I transfer from?

I said, "Well, that's the big ......."

She helped me answer: "Ohira Middle School?" ”

I nodded desperately, "Well, yes." ”

"No wonder, only Daping Middle School has a better environment than our Li'an Middle School. What do you call a classmate? ”

I can't say my name is Bai Ziran! I was afraid to go back and let Qiao Zimo know that I had come to his school to see him.

Chen Xiangxiang, this name is particularly appropriate at this time.

"Well, my surname is Chen, Chen Xiangxiang."

The girl smiled: "Xiangxiang, a nice and easy-to-remember name, my name is An Ran." ”

I said, "Hey, Enron, nice to meet you." ”

She turned around and pointed to the faculty dormitory not far away: "My dad An Limin is the principal of the school, my mother is a family member, and our family lives in the faculty dormitory, do you want to go over and sit down?" ”

I hurriedly waved my hand, and I went to sit down, or I would be exposed.

"No, I'm just looking around."

But this classmate named An Ran was very enthusiastic and had to accompany me.

It's better to have a guide than to wander around alone.

We successfully transferred to Enron's class, which was Qiao Zimo's class.

An Ran is an enthusiastic girl, and I am still thinking about how to find a reasonable reason to turn the topic to Qiao Zimo.

She took the initiative to speak out, she said that last semester from Anyang City, a boy named Qiao Zimo was transferred.

I don't know what it means to be a micro-expression, but I saw from An Ran's face the natural expression of adoration and fascination when she talked about Qiao Zimo.

Qiao Zimo is Qiao Zimo, although he doesn't see much sparkle in my eyes, and sometimes he is very pedantic.

But he just has the ability to make a bunch of girls treat him as a male god.

I said that I wanted to get a touch of Xueba's breath, tried to get closer to Xueba, and asked An Ran, where is Qiao Zimo's seat?

Enron is specially covered, with two positions in the penultimate row in the middle of the classroom.

One is Qiao Zimo's, and the other is Enron's.

There is a thick stack of books on the desk, Qiao Zimo is still Qiao Zimo, this stack of books is meticulously placed, and it can't be more neat.

I turned the first page of my language book, which was full of clear notes, which were not quite the same as mine, and at the end of the semester, my language book seemed to be new, and there were hardly any traces left in it.

The two of us sat side by side, with green mountains and green water outside the window, and the mountain breeze brought the scent of grass.

The classroom was filled with students in an instant, and I blended in, and the teacher spoke so eloquently on the podium that I straightened my back underneath, and I had never listened so carefully to the lecture in my more than ten years of student life.

I asked An Ran: "Qiao Zimo, this boy is not easy to get along with!" ”

An Ran was stunned: "You don't know him, how can you have such an idea?" ”

I replied, "But anyone who is a top student always has a weird temper. ”

A special look of admiration appeared on An Ran's face again: "No, he has a very good temper, but he is not very good at talking." Boys, it's normal to talk less, unlike us girls who love gossip. ”