On the way back to the store, Shen Ya no longer showed the slightest immobility just now, a cloud swelled under his eyes, and countless voices were spliced in his head.

“… An angel who fell from the sky..."

“… Brush brush brush and take down dozens of pieces..."

“… I hate wearing autumn pants very much..."

“… Turn the pen with four fingers, and turn it fast..."

His chest began to rise and fall with vigour, it was her.

Damn, why didn't he stay a minute longer, what bullshit would, let them wait, should have made them wait, if he waited, he would have been able to see her.

Lu Yi's gesture of turning the pen appeared in his eyes...

In the high school academic affairs office, Shen Ya came to the office of the third year of high school, and the director of education was about to lash out with him, hating iron and steel: "Shen Ya! You've skipped class again, haven't you, how many periods have you skipped this week? ”

Not far away, in the office of the first year of high school, he heard the same teacher teaching a female student who hated iron and steel, and he glanced at the black and bright head curiously, and the back seemed to be very similar to the little girl under the tree a month ago.

The little girl lowered her head, looking as if she was reflecting, but it was obviously a profound educational problem, but the little girl and the teacher expressed their joy, and only listened to what the teacher was saying:

"Lu Yiyi, Lu Yiyi, you said that you are a study committee member and take the lead in playing with pens in the class, is it too lacking in the leading image of a class member."

"That's... Teacher Liu, the school rules don't say that when you can't go to class, you should turn your pen. ”

Yes, no.

Shen Ya actually heard her words at that time, and unconsciously echoed it in his heart.

Then I heard the teacher say angrily: "You're still reasonable, aren't you?" You said that you just turn the pen, the deflection is not good, and you will fall to the ground after one or two turns, how many times have you interrupted the teacher's speech in a class? ”

Hearing this, Shin Ya couldn't hold back his cheeks and laughed.

However, the girl didn't look back, and was still arguing: "My two-finger pen spinning game has been perfected, and it definitely hasn't fallen to the ground!" Isn't that practicing four fingers? In a few days, when I have finished practicing, the teacher will not be able to hear the sound of the pen dropping. ”

This... This cliff is not reflective.

Shen Ya couldn't help laughing again, and the next time he heard the teaching director reprimand him: "Shen Ya, what I told you, are you not reflecting?" ”

It was so close that Shen Ya really almost replied "yes", but he stopped in time and shook his head: "No, Teacher Fang, I'm reflecting." ”

And the voice coincided with the girl on the other end, only to hear the girl also say: "No, Mr. Liu, I am really reflecting!" ”

"I don't think you're reflecting! You just turn the pen here for me, and it won't fall off, and then I'm allowed to go home, with four fingers! Otherwise, I'll invite you parents! ”

Later, the girl finally confessed, and under Shen Ya's sight, he saw the girl holding a pen, sandwiched between her four fingers, constantly spinning, and constantly falling, and the side face loomed under his sight.

Sure enough, it was her, it turned out that her name was "Lu, One, One", six one, such a strange name.

And that, when I bend down to pick up the pen, I turn an unfamiliar look, it's just cute!

After another hour, the girls finally practiced this special and meaningless kung fu, and they were excited to their homeroom teacher as if showing off: "Teacher Liu! Mr. Liu! I've done it, I can go home! ”

“…”

To this day, that lovely girl is still turning the pen without introspection, as long as she holds a pen, she will be like this, and ADHD generally can't stop.