Chapter 5 One: Don't Like Anything-3
Angel didn't talk much. At least don't talk to me much.
I remember that in the more than two months since we moved to our new seat, we really haven't said a word. I haven't even met him a few times.
After that day, we still haven't said anything.
Occasionally I would chew on his name, suspecting that his parents had been lazy in copying the English word angel when they came up with it; But I also have to admit that occasionally bumping into his gaze is indeed as pure and flawless as an angel.
Like other high schools, in the second year of high school, our science class was much more intense.
The school's teaching plan is to spare the entire senior year for review and exam preparation, so you have to complete the content of the second and third years of high school in the second year of high school.
It is a pity that the ambition of the school has become an irresolvable class contradiction for us.
Late self-study is extended by half an hour, and one day of tutoring is added on weekends, and the test papers are overwhelming......
Before I knew it, the class, which was still full of energy at the beginning, became more and more like meβdull and boring.
I'm still living a nerd life that others see as hard work. However, in the back row of us, my results were good.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and the semester is coming to an end.
According to the usual practice, computer classes, music classes, and physical education classes are all evaluated in advance.
After the assessment, we will prepare for the final exam for the remaining two weeks, and we will be beaten by nine "main courses" every day.
It was a computer class assessment test. This course will not be counted in the college entrance examination score, so everyone doesn't care too much.
The road to the computer classroom was not short, and I walked along the porch alone. Looking down from the overhead promenade, my school is even more beautiful than the park.
Someone's hand on my shoulder.
I was stunned for a moment, and when I looked back, it was Angel.
"Kang Rong, let's sit together later." Angel said it plainly.
I almost didn't understand that he wanted me to "help".
"Okay." I wondered to myself, what's there to cheat in computer class?
Angel is about the same height as me, but she walks much faster than me.
He took two steps and stopped to wait for me: "It's so cold outside, you're walking too slowly." He added, "If you always go, you'll miss a lot of good things in the end." β
I understood that he wanted to get a "good seat" in the computer lab as soon as possible, so I sped up.
The assessment was all about basic web design, and I was able to do it quickly.
During the completion process, I felt that Angel was watching me all the time. Although I knew he was reading my answer, I was still a little uncomfortable.
After submission, we walked back to the classroom together.
Angel told me that he hadn't been to a single computer class this semester, and that I was his "lifesaver".
"And what are you going to give in return for my 'life-saving grace'?" I didn't want to answer, "Promise by example?" β
After saying that, I felt a little embarrassed again, and laughed dryly.
"Okay, then make a promise."
Our dialect there is not a distinction between front and back nasals, and I thought he was serious, and I couldn't laugh dryly: "Come on, you want to let me not want it." β
Angel rubbed my hair again, not knowing whether it was mockery or helplessness: "Don't be sentimental - I mean the 'voice' of 'voice'." Please sing and go, Sunday afternoon Melody. Interesting enough, right? β
I touched Angel's rubbed hair: "Yes, sincere." β
I'm probably the legendary topic terminator. After that, we walked back to the classroom without saying a word.
Actually, I was just thinking about his offer.
I've never liked lively places, and I've been to KTV twice when I've grown so big. After the voice change period, my voice became a little sandy, and I really didn't have much interest in singing.
But under such heavy academic pressure, the occasional relaxation is too attractive.
Because I had so much homework, on Sunday, I forgot about Melody.
I was studying in the classroom as usual, worrying about the genome sequence, when I heard someone gasp for breath at the back door and call my name. It's a familiar voice.
"Kang Rong, don't you miss the appointment, can't you say it in advance?" Angel's voice trembled slightly with anger.
A few other self-study students in the class cut out their eyes with knives - the most taboo thing to do during self-study is that others are making loud noises on the side.
I strode to the door, and at the same time remembered the Melody appointment, and I couldn't help but feel guilty: "I didn't mean to miss the appointment...... I forgot. β
"Can you forget this? You're such a busy man! I've been waiting for you at McLodi's door for over an hour, like an idiot. β