It turns out that all wishful thinking in this world is self-deception, and it turns out that it is us. Over the years, it loves me and hates me, just like us back then.

That's when our story began. Or, this story, from beginning to end, is just me. That's my one-man show to you.

It was the beginning of the school year, and all the students were full of youth and happiness on their faces, and they were all looking forward to the long-awaited life at Rose High School, and I was one of them.

The release of the freshman list is always a major event before the chapter of high school life. The freshmen all over the school gathered under those bulletin boards, silently looking for their own name and the person who belonged to them.

But my name is on that board, but the person who belongs to me is not.

You, the man, showed up. Right next to me, that time, it was so close.

I never believed that there would be love at first sight in this world, but it seems that I was really wrong, and the person who fell in love at first sight seemed to be myself.

It was a hot day, clear blue skies without a single white cloud. I saw you, even though you were only wearing a school uniform, you were still chic.

It looks like you've just finished playing volleyball, and your hair is already soaked with sweat, and the hem of your summer school uniform is also soaked with sweat.

You come over and "borrow it." "That was the first thing you said to me, and it's worth remembering for the rest of my life.

That time, you left, came without warning, and left without a trace.

"Hey, Mom, I've been assigned to a shift. Well, that's good, I'll be home right away. "After reading the bulletin board, I called home to report it.

To be honest, I was really unfortunate that I just bought a mobile phone that was less than a month old, and I lost it in the hospital while doing an optometry. The phone I am holding now is the one I bought before I went back to school. Maybe it was a deliberate trick of fate, or maybe it was a good arrangement.

I don't like to talk or communicate much, I just think about what I want to do and what I don't want to do. It may be understood that I am an introvert, but it is true that I am introverted.

I hadn't spoken to any of my high school classmates until the military training.

When I got home from school, my mother served me a few of my favorite dishes like a trick.

Mom said, "How's it going?" Have you talked to other classmates and got to know each other? ”

I only replied, "Mom, don't you know me yet?" Do you think I'll take the initiative to talk to others? ”

Mom knew that this topic could not continue, so she had to silently return to the kitchen, pretending to clean up the dishes and chopsticks that did not need to be cleaned up, and waiting for Dad to come home.

That night, I naively planned my future path, what I would do in my three years of high school, and that you in your school uniform

All the thoughts are because I care a lot.

I care about you, just like a humble sunflower always likes to look towards the tall sun, never half a minute off.

On the morning of the first day of military training, the sun was shining and the sky was clear. My mom took me to school, and our shadows looked long in the sunlight.

On the first day of every project, there is always a lot going on. It's like the first day of elementary school, when the teacher has to hand out new books, name names, and introduce themselves.

I said goodbye to my mom and walked into the school, ready to start my military training life in high school.

At the request of the school's Office of Political and Educational Affairs, students will first be seated in their respective classes.

first clicked the names, Gao Xinran, Zhang Kaiyu...

It's my turn to teach my homeroom teacher for three years of high school to say: "Xia Yongning"

"Here." I replied immediately.

I was the last name in our class that time, because I became the center of attention in the class that day. But for me as an introvert, it was the end of the world.

Why was my name last clicked?

Why should people pay attention to me?

Why do I have so many whys in my head?

The head teacher then said: "Students, no accident, I am your high school homeroom teacher for three years, in the future, let's work together and make progress together, okay, according to the requirements of the school's political and educational office, gather in the playground at half past eight, let's go to the playground now." ”

"Okay." I said yes with the rest of my classmates.

Then, we walked out of the classroom in an orderly manner. I stood in line at the door of the classroom, led by our homeroom teacher, and walked to the playground with a class note written on it.

I looked around, or I was destined to see you again, without surprise or waves.

You're still wearing that uniform, but this time, I'm seeing you playing volleyball.

A team of nineteen instructors walked in from the school gate and walked to the rostrum in front of the center of the playground.

Several school leaders on the rostrum didn't know what to discuss together, and there was no arrangement for us freshmen to leave here.

I continued to look around, there was no one I knew in this class, and even if there were, I was reluctant to talk to people at that time. My character, in the eyes of others, is an absolute freak.

There is a tree-lined road next to the school building, and the road is lined with ginkgo trees. At this time, the leaves of the ginkgo tree are still very green. I've always loved the ginkgo tree and the wind that accompanies it.

The person I missed yesterday finished playing volleyball. He walked across the volleyball court, across the basketball court, on the boulevard.

Looking through the gap between the ginkgo trees and the ginkgo trees, his smile was very sunny.

He walked down the tree-lined road to the staircase on the outside of the school building, stepped up the stairs, and talked and laughed with his classmates. After going up to the second floor, I entered the teaching building. Because of this, I know that his classroom is on the second floor, as expected.

Luckily, my classroom was on the first floor, and unlike so many other classes, my classroom was in that building.

After the school leaders finished discussing, the chubby male principal took the microphone and said, "Hello everyone! I am your principal, surnamed Zhang, and now we have the instructor leader Instructor Wu to speak. ”

There was applause from the audience, and the instructor led the team to the rostrum, picked up the microphone and began to speak.

"Hello everyone, I am the chief instructor of this year's freshman military training conference, and I hope that we can have a smooth week in the coming week. Thank you. The chief instructor said very skillfully.

On the rostrum, there was another rush of busyness. After about two or three minutes, the remaining eighteen instructors were assigned to eighteen classes of our freshman high school.

The instructor assigned to our class was, in my opinion, the youngest of them. This instructor is a native of Wuhan and loves spicy food.

The instructor saluted us first, stood upright, and said in a straight voice: "Hello students, my surname is Xu, and I am the instructor who will accompany you for seven days of military training." ”

After the instructor introduced himself, we began to applaud.

This seems to be a theorem, there are always a few people in each class, who always like to join in the fun or make a fuss. However, I don't really bother these people who love to toss, after all, they are loving the world in a way that I am not familiar with, and I have no reason not to believe it.

In the first class of high school, there are also such people.

The military training uniform is uniform, with a white shirt and black trousers and a pair of white shoes. But there is something special about this boy who loves to toss. He is tall, at least 185cm, and not fat

Not being fat is not his special feature, this special thing is actually that he is white. Saying this, it may make many people envious, but he is really white, not ordinary white. It's like a sudden snow in the depths of the Great Northwest Desert, and the whiteness of the snowflakes.

He deliberately accommodated his tone and asked the instructor: "Instructor, one day you invite us to eat a spicy Hubei meal, let us see how spicy you can eat instructor?" ”

He really loves to be lively, and he doesn't think it's a big deal, is he sick or not, let the tutor invite the whole class to dinner? I just thought about it, don't implicate me, why is there such a tossing person in the first class of high school?

But life is always so full of accidents. I thought the instructor would reprimand the boy who loved to toss, but the instructor actually asked the boy: "Okay, if we have a chance, who can eat spicy food?" What's your name? ”

"Wu Yuzhe, then it's decided, Instructor Xu." The boy unceremoniously agreed.

After all, laughing and laughing, Instructor Xu, who has become serious, can be called a devil coach.

He said that we would never dare to take a break, and we all stood like pine trees that did not lean crookedly. This may be the power of military training and its magic, at the end of the day, we freshmen in high school, all cry out and cry tired.

Mothers, like other parents, wait outside the school for their children to come out of the school gate.

I found my mom and walked home with her arm. Along the way, I complained to her about the hard and tiring military training life of this day, and my mother only smiled and told me about the delicious dinner in the evening.

Sure enough, there is no problem in this world that cannot be solved by a good meal. In any case, the first day of military training has ended successfully, and the remaining six days of military training must be a big hurdle!

I don't know what the senior on the second floor is called!