There are plans to write another transformation text.,But I'm not sure.,Maybe I'll post it in the near future.。 Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

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Two shoulders looked at a dejected head and walked to the school, as Lin Yi expected, most of the boys in the class were talking about the poor girl photo that broke out yesterday, and the other half was gathered at Liu Yuanting's table, looking at the man who had turned into a plaster statue with indescribable eyes.

Liu Yuanting, who was sitting in front of the window, had lost all his color and turned into dead ashes due to a serious blow to his heart.

The depth of the plaster statue, looking out the window deeply, looking up at the sky deeply.

Since seeing those photos yesterday afternoon, Liu Yuanting was instantly enlightened, and looking up at the starry sky that night, he realized the vastness of the universe and the infinity of time and space.

What are human beings, what are poor sisters, he Liu Yuanting, and Photo Gate, but they are all ants and dust.

Liu Yuanting has opened his mind, he has to get by, and there is no more trouble. Since I can't get it, I can't get it, and I'm lucky to get it, and I'm sorry to lose my life.

Moreover, he still has the universe in mind.

"Liu Yuanting, are you okay?"

"It's okay, what can I do, it's fine."

As he spoke, Liu Yuanting took out a monocular from the hole in the table.

The accuracy is not high, and you can't see the stars in the sky clearly at night, let alone in broad daylight.

"Liu Yuanting, can you see the stars?"

"Invisible."

Liu Yuanting's voice sounded too ethereal and too born.

"So what are you looking at?"

"Look at the stars."

"Where are the stars?"

"Heart."

Listening to this cologne-style conversation with his ears pricked up, Lin Yi just wanted to cover his face and leave the classroom quickly.

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Same school, different classrooms. Although the house numbers of the classrooms are different, all classrooms have the same length, width and height in order to achieve uniformity.

It's just that all kinds of people in it have different stories.

Tan Mengmio's classroom.

"Have you seen yesterday's photo door?"

"What photo door? Yesterday we had a power outage and no internet. ”

"You'll find out if you come and see."

"I didn't expect the poor girl to be such a person."

"I've got those photos saved on my phone, so you can come and take a look."

The sound of the boys talking was like mosquitoes, a large group of mosquitoes, a large group of mosquitoes and flies flying around them, from the forehead to the left, to the back of the head, and then back to the forehead, so back and forth, left and right, kept bombarding Tan Mengmio's two ears.

Invaded from the external ear canal, buzzing into the brain, confusing all thoughts, even if you cover your ears with your hands, you can't isolate it, and Tan Mengmio won't choose to cover it in public.

When everyone didn't notice, Tan Mengmio took out her mobile phone, and like the boys, her mobile phone screen also showed a photo of the poor girl.

But unlike the usual version, Tan Mengmio's mobile phone not only has the version circulating on the Internet, but also the more exposed pictures she took in the basement.

Angry?

Do you feel angry from the bottom of your heart because your sweetheart took this kind of picture?

Why did she take such a picture?

Who coerced her into taking these pictures?

Or did she not take her relationship with herself seriously from the bottom of her heart?

Just as an interesting story, and then constantly chasing new thrills?

Tan Mengmio's mind turned a thousand times, one thought after another was circling, circling, constantly circling, colliding with each other, and then devouring, one and the other, doubt, trust, sadness, sadness, surprise...... All kinds of moods are mixed together, different colors, mixed together, mixed into a black mess.

But on the surface, Tan Mengmio is still habitually expressionless, and there is no fluctuation at all because of his mood, like a wooden man.

But her hand was already holding the pen a little anxiously, and she drew an undulating curve on the white paper, like an electrocardiogram, plopping, sometimes at the peak, sometimes at the trough.

For Lin Ping, Tan Mengmio couldn't tell what kind of mentality she was holding.

Like?

Love?

In other words, any peer is afraid that he will be able to use his in-depth experience to say the word "like" to express superficial feelings. But compared with her peers, Tan Mengmio obviously sees farther and deeper, and her liking for Lin Ping is not what is written in the book, the noble, spiritual, and external liking that young people think in their hearts.

It is a kind of dirty, mean, lowly, longing for a beautiful body and a confused love yu, just like the cats and dogs that start to hug each other everywhere in the spring, and the pink atmosphere is everywhere, and it is the hormones that constantly stimulate the brain.

But this does not mean that what Tan Mengmio said in the basement that day was hypocritical and deceived Lin Ping.

Hormones stimulate the brain, which then generates emotions of liking or hating. An object that can produce reproductive impulses in appearance and taste is always able to stimulate hormones just right, and then this just right hormone activates the brain, and finally the brain thinks that the stimulation produced by this hormone is emotion, and it is love.

This is the feeling that arises from desire, and who can say that this kind of feeling is not innocent and firm?

"Instinctive, rational."

Tan Mengmio wrote these two words heavily on the notebook paper, and then looked at them closely, as if these two words gave birth to flowers, the branches of the flowers spread on the paper, and the ink bloomed into petals.

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Compared with his cousin, Luo Xinse's mind is much simpler, he dares to love and hate, has the courage to express what he thinks, and thinks that love in the world is a noble young man.

Therefore, after Lin Ping took away her first kiss by Lin Ping, Luo Xinse has been haunted by it, and after seeing those photos, the fish bone in the throat has successfully evolved into a needle in the back.

My first kiss was taken away by such a poop like SM? And the ghost thing is that this Lin Yi, who helped her or M, and discovered her secret, turned out to be an S, and played a shy game with Lin Ping, who was M, and took a photo?!

It's all so weird.

Luo Xinse's thoughts have been chaotic since yesterday, and there are too many questions that have not been answered, so when he arrived at school the next day, the second class was over, and he took advantage of the more than half an hour between classes, Luo Xinse walked quickly from junior high school to high school.

If you want to solve these doubts, you can only find one of the parties to the matter!

"Hello, is Ringo in this class?"