When I was in kindergarten, I learned to write for the first time, like a dog crawling, ugly and terrible, neither as beautiful as a girl should have, nor as wild as a boy can have.

Later, I saw a beautiful boy in the class, who was able to write block letters, and I still remember the appearance of that character, just like the boy's eyebrows and eyes, beautiful and unforgettable.

I'm generally a face control, every time I see a beautiful boy, I want to see his handwriting, and if his handwriting is also beautiful, I should take him to heart.

For a person like me, it is difficult to have feelings for people, for example, to love someone, it takes perseverance and perseverance, and I can't, because it won't be long before I find another more handsome boy, and my attention will be diverted.

Handsome boys who can write beautiful fonts are my favorite for the past 18 years, and such boys will be carefully collected by me and put in my diary.

Want to know what pen I use to keep a diary?

Well, that's a secret!

Now that I think about it, I can clearly recall the faces of those boys and the corresponding fonts, which was probably the only consolation in my barren love life.

After the 100-day mobilization meeting, the school is not so strict with the management of the third year of high school, and there are no special requirements for work and rest time and life rules, as long as you don't touch the bottom line of the school, almost no one will pay attention to you.

Gillian is the most normal of all the roommates, at least I have the impression that she rarely talks about boys and love, which is why I have a crush on her in the dormitory.

But after the conference, Gillian also changed, and the last barrier for me to continue to stay in the dormitory was gone, and my existence became a phenomenon of incompatibility.

The environment of the dormitory is no longer suitable for studying, especially during holidays or weekends, when I need to have my own space, at this time, it is necessary to put it on my agenda when I come out to rent a house.

The house I rented was in a bungalow behind the school, the house looked very basic, but it was quiet, I liked the environment, there was a big yard with all kinds of vegetables growing in the yard.

I think it is a celebration to find such an ancient being in the city, but fortunately, the owner of the house, an old lady in her sixties, has just passed away, and she needs someone to add some color to her quiet life.

The room was very clean and the rent was very cheap, just right for a poor student like me, and every penny of my money was hard to come by, so I cherished it extraordinarily.

The school is only ten minutes away from the rental house, very close, stroll past, at 5:40, the school gate is just open, you can go back to the classroom, no need to wait outside.

The afternoon is going to be a holiday, the enthusiasm of the students is very high, when I arrived at the door of the classroom, it was full of people, I entered through the back door, did not attract the attention of others, the classroom was quiet and the needle drop could be heard.

Before my third year of high school, I didn't like to sit in the front row, it had nothing to do with my height, I was in kindergarten and elementary school, and I always sat in the last two rows, who made me the tallest in the class.

After junior high school, the seats in the class are no longer arranged according to the size, but according to the grades, once a semester, the head teacher calls a person, and one person comes in to choose a seat.

After the second year of high school, the seating arrangement is the dictatorship of the head teacher, and every time he finishes the exam, he will paste the seating table on the lectern on the podium, and the students in the class only need to find their own position according to the corresponding position above. Read the latest chapters, stay tuned