Gu Huizhu saw that she was restless every day, and secretly scolded herself for being unproductive. She doesn't know what's wrong with her, the teacher sees her as a good student, and finally begins to rebel so much that she no longer pays attention to the class, as if her daily task is only "I want to see Takagi Lian", and everything else is not cared about.

She remembered the words of a teacher who scolded a classmate who was not angry: "Sleeping in Chinese language class, drawing monkeys in math class, and throwing chalk heads in self-study class." ”

She only said at the time, "Wow, the teacher talks so rhyming." ”

Now I feel that this sentence is a portrayal of myself now.

Although she didn't have to deal with the teacher, she really didn't know what the teacher on the podium was saying, and she could even imagine that the person in class was Takagi Lian.

As she walked home, she also felt that everyone looked like Takagi Lian. Once, she even chased a person whose back was really a little similar, and it wasn't until she saw someone's face clearly that she knew that she had made a big oolong.

She sometimes compares passers-by with Gao Mulian, thinking that if Gao Mulian wears this suit, it must be more temperamental and more fitting.

When she passed by the restaurant, she would remember the time when they were together at Lanxi's restaurant, and although he had been teasing her, he had always taken good care of her. She remembered that when she was uncomfortable, he nervously asked the waiter to hurry up and bring sweet milk, and his eyes were unconsciously moist, blurring his vision, and she couldn't understand why his attitude had become so cold and hard.

The most painful thing was when facing Lin Yang, thinking that they might be lovers or fiancés, the pain from the heart immediately spread all over the limbs.

She had wanted to muster up the courage to ask what their relationship was, but she was worried that she would not be able to bear the truth.

What she was afraid of, she knew.

Gu Huizhu's long-term unrestlessness finally caused the teacher's dissatisfaction, and one day between classes, she was called to the office by the Mandarin teacher.

"Gu Huizhu, what's wrong with you lately?"

Gu Huizhu looked at the teacher in front of him who always smiled as if he had picked up a gold ingot when he saw her, and he didn't understand why he looked like he owed me money now, and said blankly: "Teacher, I don't have much." ”

The Mandarin teacher took out a piece of paper and said sharply: "No, look at your homework, what is this written?" ”

Gu Huizhu took the piece of paper, hey, this is the lily poem I made a few days ago, I really didn't write it very carefully.

"That's your level?" The Chinese teacher pointed to the piece of paper and asked, "Recently, other teachers have also said that you are absent-minded in class, I can tell you, you are now in your second year of high school, and you are not a few days away from taking the university entrance examination, and if you are in this state, you will wait to go home and embroider and get married." ”

Gu Huizhu pursed her lips, looked down at her toes, and didn't speak.

"Why don't you speak? Guilty? Got something on your mind? ”

"Nope." Gu Huizhu denied it very simply.

The teacher didn't delve into it, and it seemed that he couldn't ask, so he changed the topic: "Have you thought about what university to go to?" ”

This is an answer that has long been answered, and Gu Huizhu answered clearly: "St. John's University." ”

"Take this poem to the test?" The teacher sneered and shook the paper in his hand mockingly.

Seeing Gu Huizhu's face flushed with sarcasm, the teacher pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, raised his eyebrows and said: "St. John's University is the best private university in China at present, and it is on the same level as Yenching University in the capital. But you can't study like this. ”