"Is there anything wrong with Yan Jinfeng recently?" One day, I asked about Zhang Hong.

"Yan Jinfeng doesn't have any special actions, she just has a good relationship with her at the same table, and often walks together."

"Is it the girl I sometimes see walking with her at noon or between classes?"

"How do I know who you're seeing?"

"A girl with a similar face, figure, and hairstyle to Yan Jinfeng, but wearing glasses."

"That should be her tablemate."

"In addition to having a good girlfriend, has she ever been very close to any boys?"

"No, but her beauty is still well-known in the class, and many boys are eager to move her."

"That doesn't look good."

"yes, you need to hold on."

"But I believe that the fate is there."

"What fate?"

"A lot of fate, for example, when I was in elementary school, the teacher always clicked on the two of us to answer questions at the same time, for example, when I had a hunch that she was nearby, she really met me at the market, and she is a Leo, I am an Aries, the Aries man and the Leo woman are a perfect match, and ......"

"Okay, okay, stop, I believe in the fate between you, but you still have to take more action."

"I want to too, but due to the limitations of teachers, parents, etc., there is really only so much I can do."

"Anyway, at least say a few words when you have a chance to meet her. Besides, you can meet her every day at noon. ”

"Well, that's right." I knew Zhang Hong was right, but since she always had an indifferent face when I approached Yan Jinfeng, I felt more and more difficult to communicate, and I became more and more afraid to approach her. I'm afraid she doesn't like me, I'm afraid I'll lose face in front of her, I'm afraid I'll lose her if I get close.

That's why I kept a distance, only daring to stay quietly by the wall every afternoon, looking at her from afar, only daring to understand her life through other people's eyes, and only daring to see her every day to pretend that she still likes herself.

It's really not right, I should have done more, I thought about it, and said, "It's almost Christmas, and I'm going to write her a greeting card like I did in previous years." ”

"You'll have to give it to her yourself."

"Yes, I will personally come to the door of your class, call her out, and give her the greeting card with my own hands."

"That's right, I'm looking forward to your wonderful performance!"

As Christmas approached, I prepared a beautiful greeting card as usual, wrote a simple and sincere message, neatly packed it, and went outside the classroom of Class 7.

I am accustomed to the spacious open corridor on the first floor, and when I walk in the corridor on the second floor, I obviously feel that the space is much narrower, which brings a great sense of depression and makes me feel uncomfortable.

I cautiously looked into the classroom through the back door, and after searching for a long time, I finally found Yan Jinfeng sitting in the fourth row of the innermost column.

How do you get her out? Call her directly? Calling her name so far away, I must have attracted the attention of the whole class.

Let Zhang Hong call her? No, Zhang Hong is my undercover agent, I can't let him be exposed.

I have to think of a way quickly, a stranger like me standing at the door of someone else's classroom will be found soon, so it's best to send it back as soon as possible.

I was worried when a familiar face suddenly came to the side of the corridor, and I recognized her as Yan Jinfeng's tablemate, so I stopped her: "Hello, may I ask if you are Yan Jinfeng's tablemate." ”

"yes, who are you?" The girl looked at me with a frown.

"I'm Yan Jinfeng's elementary school classmate, Christmas is coming, I want to send a greeting card to her, can you please help me transfer it?" As soon as I finished speaking, I realized that I should have asked her to help me go in and call Yan Jinfeng, but for some reason I blurted out like this.

"I seem to have the impression that you are the one standing at the door of Class 3 at noon! Yan Jinfeng mentioned it to me. ”

"Huh? What did she say? ”

"I said that person is so weird, he's been looking at us, who is he? Yan Jinfeng said, ignore him, he is a fool. The girl laughed.

"Well, it doesn't matter who I am, can you help me give this greeting card to her?"

"Why don't you give it yourself?"

"I ...... I'm still in a hurry to go back to my class, it's too late, please. ”

"Okay, I'll help you." The girl took the greeting card in my hand, walked in, handed the greeting card to Yan Jinfeng, and pointed in my direction.

Yan Jinfeng turned his head and glanced at me. I smiled and beckoned, but she was expressionless, not looking happy.

I felt embarrassed and quickly pulled my legs away.

When I returned to my seat, I still had palpitations, obviously I could hand over the greeting card to Yan Jinfeng with my own hands, why was I discouraged again at the critical moment.

It was already in my mind's nest: she would bounce outside the classroom, I would gentlemanly hand her the card, and I would say "Merry Christmas" softly, and she would happily accept it, and then return to her seat under my watch.

But why? It was wrong from the first step, I didn't even go to call her out!

I don't even have the courage to call her name!

What a mischievous bastard!

Next time, next time! I'll be sure to hand it to her next time!

Also, what does her cold expression mean?

Wouldn't she want to receive the greeting card I gave?

Does she still hate me as she did in elementary school and won't get close to me?

And what about those smiling eyes when she saw me on the road?

What kind of person am I in her eyes?

I couldn't get an exact answer to every question, but I knew that if she had me in her heart, at least as a good friend, she would give me a greeting card back.

Christmas passed in the blink of an eye, and I didn't receive a greeting card from Yan Jinfeng, just like when I was in sixth grade.

I understood that our relationship had not improved, and that it had not been reconciled with the disappearance of You Fu, and that she was still erecting a wall between us, avoiding me.

But I won't stop there, she is the most beautiful girl in the world, the girl I decided to chase with my life, even if I chase to the ends of the earth, I will not give up!

One day in the class meeting, the head teacher said to the students with a smile on her face: "Recently, there is a bad atmosphere in the class - there are many students who can't control the restlessness in their hearts - they actually fight - the fight is still very fierce and sensational!" ”

His eyes narrowed into a slit, and his pupils could not be seen, but he could vaguely feel the breathtaking fierce light: "Students should get along with each other, unite and cooperate, and study hard." Suddenly, he finally opened his eyes, and he looked like the four great kings in the temple, "If I find anyone fighting in the future, I will not be polite to him." I think you know the consequences! ”

"How did the teacher know?" I asked Song Hongyi privately.

"You ask me, I ask who is going."

"We don't always have a pair of eyes on our backs."

"Probably......"

Obviously, the majesty of the head teacher is still quite influential, and under his oral education, the phenomenon of fighting has indeed changed.

The boys with itchy hands have developed a new way of dueling, in which the palms of the two sides of the competition are facing each other, the fingers are interlocked, and then while twisting the wrists, the opponent's fingers are clamped hard, and the opponent can't hold it first. They call this duel "pouting", which is a very figurative way of saying that it looks like they are pouting each other's hands, the kind that is about to be cut off.

I experienced it once and found that this is a pure power project, once your hands are clasped, you will never let go if you don't fight to the death, and you can't break free no matter what. My sharp reflexes and skill are useless here, and even if I have some ability to resist blows, I am still vulnerable to this "finger-pinching" torture.

Since then, I have said that I will not participate in the "pouting" activities again.

The rest of the macho club had a great time. Although Song Hongyi can't win against others, as long as someone invites him to fight, he never refuses. Ah Ghost once again occupies the first position, becoming the general of our macho club, and every time he competes with other parties, his aggressive and aggressive momentum has made others frightened.

The game of pouting continues to be popular in the class, and more and more boys are joining the sport. And I hate the sport and don't know why humans love this masochistic type of game. Whenever I silently watch everyone pout each other when they have nothing to do on weekdays, I feel very disgusted, just like I have always hated basketball.

One day between classes, I asked Song Hongyi, "Why do you like to pout?" ”

"Huh? Don't you think it's very MAN? ”

"It hurts so much, and others have such a vicious expression, don't you feel bullied, and your stomach is full of resentment?"

"No, just play around, if you're serious, you'll lose."

"I don't think it's as comfortable as fighting. Fighting also strengthens the body and trains reflexes. What is this pouting, it has a woolen meaning. ”

"Isn't this the head teacher not allowed to fight?"

"Damn XXX, he doesn't understand at all, and we're not really fighting. We are in ......"

"What is it?" A deep voice suddenly came from the back of his head.

Song Hongyi moved his gaze back to his desk in horror and quickly took the book to read.

I froze like a stone, I recognized the owner of the voice, and I had just called his name.

"Mao Xiaoer, come to my office." The voice continued.

I turned slowly, looked out the window at the head teacher, and answered in a low voice with deep fear.

On the way to the office, the head teacher kept a straight face and didn't say a word.

I followed him silently, and it felt like I was walking in a dark cloud. An overwhelming storm is coming, and I really want to take advantage of the class teacher's inattention and turn into a cat and escape. But this is not good, you can escape today, and you can't escape tomorrow. So I had to follow him silently, as if I was being escorted to the execution ground.

"Little Cat," before he arrived at the office, the head teacher suddenly spoke, "I'm very surprised today." ”

I looked up at the head teacher, who was still facing forward with a steady stride.

"Your grades are so good, and you are quiet in the class, I originally wanted to put you on the list of the selected Communist Youth League members." The head teacher continued to say earnestly, "But today, I was surprised, you disappointed the teacher so much! ”

Walking into the office, the head teacher sat down, "Sit down." ”

"Hmm." Tremblingly, I helped the stool in front of the homeroom teacher's desk and sat down carefully.

"Do you know what you're doing wrong?" The head teacher raised his voice, and the loud voice hit my head like thunder.

Such a harsh rebuke brought me back to the last day of the kindergarten dance team. And this time, too, I could not resist the great fear in my heart, and after this thunder, the embankment burst in my eyes, and the torrent poured down, accompanied by the torrential rain.

"It seems that you should know what's going on, and the teacher is not angry with you for criticizing you," the head teacher's tone was much softer, "You must know that you, as the top student in the class, are the focus of the teacher's attention, and the teacher hopes that you will not be affected by the bad atmosphere in the class, and be a good student with excellent grades and morals." ”

"Uh-huh." I answered twice, "Teacher, I know it's wrong." ”

"Well, the teacher hopes that you won't do it again in the future. As for this group of Komsomol members, I still won't choose you first. During this time, the teacher is looking forward to your good performance, and if you perform well, you will definitely be able to go to the next batch of Komsomol member selection! ”

"Thank you, teacher." I wiped my eyes with my sleeve. Strange to say, my tears come and go so quickly. After calming down, there were no more sobs.

"Hmm. Later, when you go back to the classroom, do the teacher a favor and help bring these homework books back to the lectern. Then tell Lin Ximeng to go back and arrange for someone to return it to each classmate. ”

"Uh-huh, I see." I wiped the corners of my eyes again to make sure they were dry.

Then, I picked up the pile of homework books and walked slowly to the classroom.

On the way, I met Yan Jinfeng, who was walking towards the office. I quickly hid my face behind my homework book, hoping that she wouldn't see me crying. When she walked by, I stopped and looked back at her. Her beauty brightens my mood a little, but why would she go to the office? I thought about it for a moment. No matter, it's almost class, so I'd better hurry back to my class.

Back in class, I put the homework book on the small table next to the podium, took a breath, and then walked to Lin Ximeng's side and said to her, "Lin Ximeng, the head teacher asked me to take the Chinese homework book back, and arrange for a few more classmates to send it together." ”

"Oh, okay, thank you." After Lin Ximeng finished speaking, he immediately got up and called a few team leaders to divide the homework books together.

As one of several team leaders, I was also obligated to help.

When I returned to my seat after handing out my homework book, Lin Ximeng was already sitting in my seat. She turned around and smiled at me, "Thank you!" ”

"Haha, no thanks." I laughed too.