His voice sounded like a spring breeze, and my back stiffened and I shook my head, "Get used to it." "I want to slap myself in the mouth, I don't mean to say that. The rest of the time, I sat on pins and needles counting when class would end, and I couldn't read a word of the book I opened.

The girls' toilets in our school are at the right end of the hallway, and the boys' toilets are at the left end of the hallway, and if I want to go to the toilet, I have to go past his desk, and I often pretend to be calm when I go to the toilet at the end of class. But today I just wanted to escape, so as soon as the bell rang for the end of class, I escaped like a wild horse.

I didn't know that I was acting like that, and it attracted all kinds of side eyes. So much so that when I came back from the toilet, Zhu Lan, a female classmate who was good with me, secretly came to me and asked, "Are you here for 'Big Aunt' or do you have diarrhea?" ”

What shall I say? But what I'm sure of is that I must have been very red, and I pretended to look at him casually, and even bumped into him. So I stiffened my face.

Actually, I know a lot about him. Because our school has a mysterious gossip base, and that is the girls' toilet. I barely had to ask about him, and I could tell about him from the discussions among the girls in the bathroom.

For example, he is very good at studying, and he came to repeat because he missed the college entrance examination because of an accident at home before the college entrance examination; For example, he played the piano very well, but directly gave up taking the college entrance examination as an art student; For example, he has an older sister who is studying in the United States at this time; For example, he is single, but he has a girl he likes; Another example is that although he is good at reading, he also has partial subjects. A math subject was a stumbling block for him, and his grades were often a few points above the pass. Another example is ......

All his little secrets I secretly wrote down in my diary with numbers. Probably the most written in my diary is "583,1099,950,971,364,655", which is the corresponding page number of each word in the Xinhua Dictionary, which means "Liyou, I like you".

I like him and don't want others to know, including him.

When I had my first monthly exam, in order to make him notice me, I studied at night, and I was the first to go to class and go to bed at the last night. The hard work paid off, and on the list of results of the first monthly exam, I ranked sixth in the year in terms of overall score, and ranked first in the year with a full score in single mathematics.

And he ranked first in the overall score, and he was the first in all subjects except mathematics. Seeing that he still did only a few points more than passing in the math test, I secretly made a decision.

I silently made a table for him, titled "583,1099", and then secretly recorded his test results again and again, analyzing his progress and his regression. Rejoice in his progress, and feel sorry for his regression.

Because of my excellent math scores, I suddenly became the darling of the class, and many classmates would come to me to ask me if they didn't know anything about math. I'll answer them all. In order to improve their math scores, I also designed some problems for them and taught them to draw inferences, so they nicknamed me "Little Teacher". In this way, I became friends with more than half of my classmates. I'm proud.

Of course, I don't know if he knows about me making up for everyone. I also tossed and turned at night, and the next day I was cheering myself up in my head, and only in the evening self-study period, I turned to him who was doing my homework and said, "I know math, I know methods." ”

I want to slap myself after that, but that's not what I'm going to say!

He looked at me and didn't speak. I rolled my eyes a little confused, and when I turned around with an embarrassed smile, he pointed to the question in the workbook with his pen, "Then how to do this question?" ”

I laughed. I tried to restrain my already excited heart, and took his pen and explained to him the math problem about parabola. He listened carefully, and I spoke very seriously.

When it was over, he complimented me and said, "You have a clear idea, thank you." ”

I was a little proud, my hands under the table and my fingers jumped like playing the piano, and my expression was restrained and polite, and I pretended to be modest. "It's okay, you can ask me if you don't understand anything." After saying that, I always felt that something was wrong, and I said again, "Everyone is a classmate, and everyone will ask me if they don't understand." ”

Before I could finish my sentence, Lin Mu, who was sitting at a table next to his desk, interjected, "Yishen is now the little teacher in our class!" Little teacher, little teacher, help me explain this question too! ”

I really want to slap him, he doesn't know how difficult it is for me to talk to him? Aside from the last time I changed seats, this is the second conversation I have with Liyou. Spoiling the scenery. I slandered all kinds of trees in my heart, but I still said politely on my face: "Okay! ”

When I was lecturing to Lin Mu, I secretly looked at Liyou with my spare eyes, and I found that he was really doing the topic seriously, and he didn't care about me at all. There is an indescribable discomfort in my heart, maybe this is loss!

I always believe that taking the initiative to create possibilities, and it is impossible without initiative.

After that, he would often ask me questions, and I would often tell him about them, and I would often give him papers, so in order not to let him find out anything unusual, I would copy more than a dozen copies of the papers he gave him by hand every night when I went home and distribute them to other students. Use the time for evening self-study and class to answer him and them one by one.

Sometimes my classmates will ask me why I don't make copies, I just smile and don't speak, do I have to say that copying costs money?

Maybe in the tense atmosphere of the "senior year", time always flies. The winter in the south is damp and cold, and my body may be relatively weak, but I have a cold and fever when it is almost a winter vacation. Fortunately, the final exams were not affected, but sometimes I still wish that the time would not pass so quickly, or I also hope that the winter vacation will pass soon. That way I can look at him more.

I don't have a mobile phone, and I don't have a fashion to write letters, so I spend the whole winter vacation with my family and relatives, and I spend most of my time at home reviewing my homework. What makes my parents happy for the New Year is that my final exam results ranked second in the whole year, I am happy, but not happy. I'm happy that my grades have improved, and I'm not happy that I'm finally second, but I can't see the list.

In order to reward my progress, my parents spent more than 100 yuan to buy a watch for me, hoping that I could keep improving.

When I got my hands on the watch, I loved it. Because I found the "benefits" it brought me.

In the blink of an eye, school is in school.

On the first day of school, I politely said to him, "Happy New Year." ”

He smiled, "Happy New Year." Then he continued to read the book. Even if nothing else, I'm happy to die.

In the new semester, in addition to passing by his desk to go to the toilet during the ten minutes between classes, I also like to sit in my place and stare at my watch quietly.

Juran also asked me, is there anything special about the watch? Why are you staring at it when you're fine?

I laughed but didn't answer.

I can't tell Zhu Lan that the special thing about my watch is that it can reflect light on the mirror surface, and under the refraction of light, it can act as a mirror, and you can blatantly look at the etiquette of liking to play with male classmates in the back after class. It won't be discovered yet.

Sometimes I blame him. Since I gave him a make-up lesson, we've gotten along quite naturally. Other classmates called me "Little Teacher", he called me "Little Master", and every now and then he would pull snacks out of the desk for me to eat, which caused my acne to grow very crazy. I'm thinking, do these people who buy him food and write love letters really like him, or do they want to poison his face?

At that time, I didn't know that his constitution was that no matter how hot he ate, he wouldn't get acne.

That's all for later.

I remember that it was on the way home from the holiday on Friday, I met a girl named Zhao Qingqing, a girl with a particularly sweet appearance, I don't know if it is inferiority, I always feel that if she really stands with him, it is estimated that it will be the most beautiful landscape, thinking of this my jealousy will burst.

She stopped me on my way home. With a shy answer, he handed me a pink bag and a letter for me to help with the gift.

I saw her fiddling with her long hair that was blown by the wind, and said to me gently, "Senior sister, can you help me give this gift and this letter to Senior Liyou?" ”

I refused in my heart, but I nodded in action, habitually stuffed the boxes and envelopes in the bag into my school bag, and returned the bag to her, "Okay." You take the bag back, it's too obvious for me to carry it. What's your name, which class. I'll take note of it. ”

She was stunned for a moment, nodded again, and was sent away by me with a thousand thanks.

If I'm filming an idol drama, maybe I'm the second female in an idol drama, or a very bad second female! For so long, none of the gifts or love letters I gave were delivered to Liyou, and I took them home without messing with them or opening them, and placed them neatly under the bed in my room, and each gift was affixed with a note with the name of the owner of the gift. Since I usually clean up my room, I don't have to worry about being found out by my family.

I would also be afraid that it would be possible for this group of suitors to find out and whip me to death with a 40-meter leather whip.

But the strange thing is that I don't know if God is looking for me, no one has looked for me. I secretly rejoiced.

It's not like I haven't thought about it, or I'll write him a love letter too! But when I thought that if I was thrown in the trash, or ignored me again, wouldn't all my previous efforts be in vain?

But I denied myself a month before the exam!

No regrets in youth, no regrets in youth! I'm in my youth, so let's go crazy once!