When I got to the recess, Angel ignored me again, and talked and laughed with a few classmates who hadn't been seen for a long time.

I either tidy up my desk, or go outside to get some air, trying not to do anything I want to see him or ask about him.

He didn't offer anything to me.

But when it came to class, he played a scoundrel again.

Angel missed a month's classes, let alone the monthly exam, so she deserved to rub my exam papers all afternoon.

He either slammed his chin on my arm or stared at the test paper with my head to my ear.

Occasionally I take notes or wander away and draw a doodle, and I missense him chuckling.

I really don't understand Angel.

His presence made me happy, but his cold-spoken and affectionate personality split-personality quickly consumed some of my extravagant and illusory expectations.

Well, I'll admit that I've always been obsessed with the word "ordinary classmates".

I know I wasn't very kind before, but he said that kind of thing, wasn't it?

He is a "minority" and suffers from it, so is it nice for me to see him as my only friend? He left a sentence and said to go, and suddenly appeared like an amnesiac fish as if nothing had happened......

Actually, I mind.

In just one afternoon, my inner drama was almost rich enough to make a play "Golden Branches".

Thinking of this, I almost broke down - I'm a big boy, what do you want to do with this?

Finally class is over. Angel heard the bell and scurried out of the classroom.

I didn't have the appetite to eat, so I bought a Coke and drank it while walking towards the building of the "International Students" department.

The "International Students" department is one of the most well-equipped and secluded buildings in the school.

This is a "treasure trove of distraction" that I have only recently stumbled upon.

When I entered my freshman year of high school, the building had just been built, and there were few exchange students in my sophomore year of high school.

It is new and bright, and at night it is empty and brightly lit.

On the top floor of the International Division, there is a large area of potted greenery, which will smell at night.

I drank Coke and watched the sun set and the street lights on campus.

After another moment, the crescent moon also hung in the night sky.

I thought about many things, about my mother, about my "secrets", about my future......

I was also reminded of the slang phrase "My life is a mess" I learned in English class – my life was a mess; I'm just a piece of trash.

When the evening self-study was about to begin, I reluctantly returned to the classroom.

As soon as I sat down, I had an extra pack of cookies on my desk.

"You haven't eaten, have you?" Angel said flatly, "Eat something, or you'll get stomach problems." ”

How did he know I hadn't eaten? What does he mean by giving me cookies?

…… Oh, my God...... I'm going crazy!

As long as Angel is around, I can't help but think about him......

I don't even understand myself.

I was too busy struggling with my mind to respond to Angel. He took the biscuit back again. I finally looked him in the eye.

This pair already strikes me as a little strange; But these are still a pair of deep and bright eyes.

"I forgot you don't like chocolate, hehe......" Angel handed over another pack of biscuits with different packaging that had been opened, "Do you eat lemon flavor?" I ate half of it myself. ”

For a moment, my mind went blank again, and there was only one thought - he remembered that I didn't like the taste of chocolate...... He remembered.

I just smiled at him with a very childish smile: "Half a pack is not enough, spit out what you eat!" ”

Angel's expression suddenly became excited and sunny. That's when the bell rang for the evening reading.

In the melodious bell for more than ten seconds, Angel grabbed the biscuit and pulled me to run out of the classroom.

We came to a stairwell where there were no people and no lights.

When I was dragged up by him, my waist hit the corner of the table, and I rubbed my waist in some pain.

It's strange that I, who have been particularly hating dark corridors lately, don't feel depressed and uncomfortable at the moment.

"Angel, what are you doing?"

Angel smiled childishly, grabbed three biscuits and stuffed them wildly into her mouth, and chewed quickly.

In the faint moonlight, I saw the crumbs of biscuits on his lips. I almost wanted to reach out and wipe it off for him.

"Hehe, it's all here," Angel said smugly, pointing to her mouth full of biscuits, "I'll spit it out on you." ”

He smiled and hugged me.

I watched as Angel closed her eyes. I ate the lemon-flavored cookie mush in his mouth. I swallowed passively, like a fed baby.

Later, the biscuit mushy was gone.

Later, I closed my eyes.