The fairy's righteous help allowed me to successfully withstand Xu Cheng's wave after wave of attacks on me, and it also made him suspicious at first and gradually convinced me.

Before I knew it, I had been following him for three years. From an unknown new employee, to a super assistant in the company who will take the initiative to smile and greet the supervisor, down to the doorman.

What really motivated me to cut my hair short was one thing. Isn't there a cloud as the old saying goes, long hair is reserved for the king, and long hair is the king's heart.

Gigi Leung won't have a song called "Short Hair", "I have cut my hair, cut off my care......"

My waist-length silver hair has become a short haircut, and it has never grown again, thanks to one person, that is, the person I have liked since I was ignorant - Chenxi.

This is another extremely long story.

In elementary school, because of Chenxi, I worked hard to become the top ten in the school. This brought me a benefit, that is, when I was in junior high school, Chenxi and I were lucky to be assigned to the same class, that is, the most powerful top class.

At that time, Chenxi, who was not developed, was not tall, but I could only sit in the back row because I was too tall.

Even so, I feel that this is a great reward from God, so that I have to be in the same class as Chenxi.

At that time, Chenxi could really be described as red lips and white teeth. Cutting the lid of the pot, the skin is so tender that it can pinch out the water, the eyes are watery, the lips are thick, the clothes are always very clean, and the face is childish.

I like to look at his back in a daze during class; I like to listen to him stand up and have a situational conversation with the teacher fluently in English; I love watching him run on the football field on campus; I love that he is standing in front of the whole school and giving a speech......

At that time, the fairy was always not at home, and I regarded Chenxi as all in my life. I just looked at him from afar, stupidly stuffing an anonymous love letter into his drawer every day, which was actually just six words: Chenxi, I like you.

At that time, the last time I had him was about the third year of junior high school. Because of my myopia, the teacher moved my position to the front. Moreover, let me sit with Chenxi.

There is a reason why the teacher did this, all subjects in Chenxi are well-rounded, but I am seriously biased, and the math is low to the level of failing. At that time, the teacher frequently talked to the fairy, and the fairy finally became mad at me: If you can't get into a key high school, you just go to sing with me......

I don't want to sing, I don't want to leave the world of Youchenxi.

Because of this thought, I began to exert my strength in the third year of junior high school, and my grades gradually improved, and the teacher was also happy. But mathematics has always been a drag on me, and the phenomenon is serious.

So the reason why the teacher arranged for us to sit at the same table was that he hoped that I could get Chenxi's tutoring.

I sat next to Chenxi nervously, my heart was beating fast, and I didn't know where to put my hands and feet. At that time, Chenxi took the initiative to greet me in a particularly friendly way: Yi Zhizhi, if you don't understand anything in the future, ask me.

I think my male god is really the best person in the world, but I still don't dare to ask him any questions.

Until that day, a math class brought us closer. At that time, the table was still a two-person table, Chenxi sat outside, and I sat inside.

At that time, I didn't have glasses yet. When the math teacher wrote down a long list of exercises on the blackboard, I was in a hurry because I couldn't read the words on the reflective part of the blackboard at all.

The faster the teacher's handwriting became, the more anxious my heart became, because there were more and more blanks in my workbook. Then I burst into tears.

I sniffed, and Chenxi, who was struggling to write, turned his head to look at me. At that time, he couldn't speak in class, so he simply stopped writing, made a few strokes on a piece of paper, and handed it to me.

I was startled, wiped my tears, and saw a line of words on it: Are you not reading the words clearly? I see that your notebook is blank.

I wrote yes in a panic, then slapped his hand tremblingly and quietly handed it to him.

After reading it, he made a gesture that scared me. He moved the stool to my side, and then whispered, "I'll report it to you, and you remember it quickly."

I hurriedly grabbed the pen, and he read it quietly as he wrote, and I wrote along. The teacher quickly erased it and started writing a new one, and we continued to write in the clumsiest way possible, for a long, long time.

His leg was next to mine, very close, very close. I tried my best to suppress the throbbing in my heart and wrote calmly. That was our first time together, forever frozen in that afternoon, the gardenia outside the window wafted a burst of fragrance, I wrote line after line "Chenxi I like you" on the paper after class, and then crumpled it up and threw it outside the window......

At that time, the humble me thought that Chenxi and I were probably like this, watching from afar, silently caring, hiding countless things but pretending to be disdainful, so that when I lay on his bed a few years later, I was still like a dream......