Recently, the class changed seats again, and I changed to a tablemate, a boy with a good personality and not so much a top student.

In addition to this, there is one thing that I mind, that is, Duan Chenrui and Li Ling sit very close, and they are often seen discussing math problems together from time to time.

I didn't dare to move too much, and when I saw them chatting together, an indescribable emotion brewed in my heart.

Especially when they were talking and laughing together, I began to wonder if Duan Chenrui liked Li Ling? Does Li Ling also like Duan Chenrui?

Why do I mind this question so much, do I like Li Ling? Or do I like Duan Chenrui?

There were still more than two months to go before the high school entrance examination, but I began to fall into this strange emotion.

I admit that I am very jealous of Li Ling's grades, the preference of the old class for her, and even began to be jealous of Duan Chenrui's discussion of math problems with Li Ling.

The worst thing is that Li Ling is sitting directly behind me, and Duan Chenrui is sitting in the position between the two of her. Every time the two of them got together to discuss a topic, I couldn't help but prick up my ears to what they were saying.

When I read late, everyone read loud and couldn't hear what they were saying...... The whole thing is so irritable that it is like a noisy cicada in summer, and it can't read the knowledge of the books in his hand at all, and he can't keep them in his head.

It's a really bad thing. There were times when I wanted to be one of the two of them so I could hear what they were saying, or maybe I could go and have a midterm chat with them so that they didn't have a chance to discuss anything together.

I imagined the picture described above in my mind, and I felt a lot better. But when I turned around, I saw that they were still discussing the topic fiercely over there, and the irritability in my heart rose to another level.

During the special period of the high school entrance examination, I often sneaked out of the classroom and went to the dirt playground to run a few laps when I was under too much pressure to vent my bad emotions in my heart.

But I didn't seem to have good luck today, and when I returned to the classroom after three laps, I bumped into the English teacher at the door of the classroom.

He looked at me, and stopped talking, trying to ask something, but he didn't speak.

I know that what I did just now was skipping class, and if the person standing in front of me was the class teacher, I guess it would be a lesson.

But this person is not, he is the amiable teacher Wang.

I couldn't help but be afraid, smiled awkwardly, and greeted warmly: "Hello Mr. Wang!" ”

He asked puzzled, "What are you doing here?" ”

I scratched my head and said, "I...... I was a little sleepy when I read late, so I went out for a few laps. ”

He smiled and said, "Oh oh, is it because of too much pressure to study?" ”

If he had asked me that, I would have answered him with the affirmative, but today, I was a little hesitant. Because I can't tell whether the words "study pressure" are my reason or excuse today.

But what can I say? I said that I don't know why I don't mind why I mind two students in my class who have good grades discussing math problems together, because they sit close to each other, and the discussions are convenient and frequent...... Not only am I not able to participate in this behavior, but it also affects my mood?

Just thinking about this in my heart, I feel very stupid, how can I say it?

Seeing that I was silent for a long time, he frowned and asked, "Isn't it because of my studies?" ”

I looked up at him earnestly, scratched my head, froze for thirty seconds, and then, pretending to be natural, shook my head, nodded again, and stammered, "Yes, it's because of my studies." Recently, I have felt a bottleneck in my ......"

With his hands behind his back, he paced gracefully in front of me and said, "Actually, if it weren't for the study, I would have understood. Children of your age actually have a lot of ideas, and we all came from this age.

If you really have something unspeakable, you can talk to me after class...... But I have to remind that the high school entrance examination is imminent, even if this matter is a big thing, you have to put it aside. ”

"Well, okay, thank you, teacher."

I turned around and returned to my seat.

At that time, I was grateful that he could talk to me, and I thought that his phrase "we all came from this age" was the reason to convince me that he said "can empathize", and I was convinced that he was a good teacher.

Now, after many years, I am only in my twenties, and I don't remember the sensitive thoughts in my head and the emotions in my stomach as a junior high school student.

Not everyone can experience something and remember it years from now. We're not superhumans, we can't store our memories in a time capsule, and when we want to see it one day, we can press play and replay it in our minds.

And at this moment, I especially wish I had an amnestic button, and after pressing it, I could forget what I saw today and be my pseudo-school bully who didn't have any other emotions.

When did this strange emotion come about?

Did Li Ling discuss math problems with other boys? I began to sit in my seat and think seriously about this question, in fact, she had discussed it with other boys in the class with good grades before, such as Wang Zeming, and others.

But I didn't have this emotion at that time, so the problem was not with her, but with Duan Chenrui.

So, do I mind if Duan Chenrui discusses the problem with the girl......

Thinking of this, I began to be a little surprised, and for the first time since I was a child, I seemed to find that I seemed to care a little about a boy.

Why? Because of the comfort of the first few times when you were sad and sad? But as I said in the book and in the TV series, I was moved not to like it, I was just moved at the time.

In my mind's eye, I analyzed the problem that had been bothering me for several days with the fastest speed and logic that was still quite clear.

The conclusion is that I may have fallen in love with a boy.

Thinking of this, I glanced back at Duan Chenrui, he was burying his head in his homework, looking very quiet, and the tables, books, and other people around him seemed to have become a foil.

I wrote this secret in my diary and began to commemorate this great event. Because, today, I can finally be sure that what I like is not a girl, I also have a boy I like, so the question is, does he have a favorite person? Will he like Li Ling?

I glanced back at him again, and the emotions in my heart were similar to being a thief, for fear that if I made one more action, others would see through my feelings. But when I turned my head, I saw him look up, and his eyes met for a second.

I frantically avoided his eyes and pretended to be looking at the clouds that drifted in the sky, and he turned his head to look out the window, and I quickly turned back to my seat and closed the journal.

Who does he like? After all, I'm a junior high school student who still has three sets of English questions to complete tonight.

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