It's a long way to school. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Someone ran past me with a school bag, someone hurried forward on a bicycle, and every now and then a luxury car whizzed past the middle of the road.

They're really motivated.

I secretly glanced at the couples walking on the other side of the road, and it was a shame that they dared to flirt in front of so many people.

If it were me, I would be too shy to say a complete sentence.

The boys who were walking in front suddenly burst out laughing, thanks to the fact that they could even talk about a boring topic so hotly.

If it were me, I would have been cold.

With precise steps like a robot, I knew that as long as I kept that pace, I would be able to get to my seat before the bell rang.

It's not because I have superpowers.

It's because that's my day-to-day.

As if living on a clock, each scale has a predetermined meaning, following the precise oscillation of the hands, and then repeating them again and again.

What a nightmare.

At first glance, the whole street is gray.

Because I don't know what the difference between tomorrow and today will be.

The dullness of day after day is the thing I hate the most.

If you want to talk about why I hate the everyday so much, I have to start with my experience when I was a child.

No, no, let's start with my name.

"Liu Xiaoqing, did you watch the ball game in the afternoon?"

Well, if you haven't seen me, you'll think it's a girl's name.

Hmph, laugh as much as you want, I'm used to it anyway.

"Alas~~~?my grades are not as easy as yours, and I don't dare to skip class at all."

"Ha, you coward, you dare to say that you like to watch football?"

Actually, I don't like watching football at all, but I just say that to match this student's interest.

"Hehe, there's nothing wrong with being a coward, isn't it, you also know the temper of our head teacher, he will peek through the back door in every class, and he will be scolded if he walks away, I really don't dare to provoke him to be mad"

"Hah, I'm afraid of him, I'm afraid he's not a good man."

Cut, hard mouth, you're not afraid, but go and try to carry it head-on with him?

Although I complained fiercely in my heart, I could only laugh on my face, for fear of annoying him, and the middle school students would fight for the sake of face.

Because I have a girl-like name and a 'delicate' face, I have always been a bullied character since I was a child.

That's why I look forward to the heroes of the comics more than my peers.

If only I had the superpower of teleportation, so that I could go to the highest mountain in the world and watch the sunrise.

If only the princess of the Galactic Empire would marry me, so that I could travel around space and show off to my friends what I had done on the alien battlefield.

It would be a wonderful story if there was a robot who traveled back from the future to be my friend so that I could not be bullied by other friends.

But every time I woke up from my sleep, I still didn't have superpowers, no aliens, and no robots from the future.

"Besides, your parents haven't been seen all year round, if I were you, I'd have gone crazy a long time ago."

Since moving to the city to go to school, my parents have become more and more busy, and I have become accustomed to living alone in a flash.

So I won't get carried away like this classmate because of the reason that I'm the only one in the room.

Tea, rice, water, electricity, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, nothing has gone wrong in my hands.

If you want to say why, that's my daily routine.

An ordinary teenager who is accustomed to being committed to other people's obscenity because of his weak power and lives a cookie-cutter life.

"Haha, don't be sarcastic, how can I have as much courage as you, if I don't have the living expenses from my parents, I can only live on the streets"

"You're such a coward, I'll flash first"

He quickened his pace as if he didn't bother to walk with me.

"Oh, ha, uh-huh"

I laughed as I watched as the classmate, who had found a sense of superiority, strode away from me handsomely.

Whew, breathed a sigh of relief, helpless.

What kind of life are those friends who used to play with now? better than me, or worse than me?

I don't know.

Those innocent days have passed forever in the gap between the cities.

When I got to high school, I was still willing to talk to anyone, and I wanted to make friends with them.

But-

I'm still that ordinary, inconspicuous version of myself.

The longing for the extraordinary is also like a defeat, and finally disappears into the corner of the heart, leaving only a little expectation-

If...... If there's something interesting happening, it's fine......

Sit quietly in your seat at the back of the classroom, and then habitually open the workbook.

Let's get started, or you'll have to stay up late.

"Xiaoqing, return me quickly after the physics homework is copied"

"Uh-huh"

"Xiaoqing, I don't have enough scratch paper, borrow two"

"Uh-huh"

Writing homework already made my head dizzy, so I wrote and drew on the draft without raising my head.

"Ahh~~~ I'm a fool!"

It's not right here, it's about the same shape as the correct answer, but the numbers seem to be a little bit worse.

I scratched my head, hoping to figure out what had gone wrong from the grimaceous scratch paper.

"Xiaoqing, where are you going to play tomorrow?"

"Uh-huh"

I casually agreed, neither looking at my table mate's face nor paying attention to what she said.

Because I know it must be a face flushed by never-ending calculations.

I still have a lot of questions to do......

To be ......

Wait, what is this, faintly, suspended at the edge of my vision.

At my desk, there was a white mass, as if something was there.

This sweet white color makes me feel a little dizzy, just like motion sickness.

Rubbing his eyes.

It's still there.

I finally couldn't take it anymore and turned my head to see what was making me so upset.

A soft white, like a fresh May breeze.

It was as if my eyes had been washed, and the gray feeling was swept away, allowing me to see so clearly for the first time.

On the edge of my desk is ...... A girl?

The long blue hair was scattered behind him, reaching to the ankles, and a small handful of hair on the top of the head was curled violently, curled into a crescent shape, so terrible sleep marks.

A pure white dress with delicate lace at the neckline and cuffs, and the hem of the skirt folded into waves.

It's only a meter tall, barefoot.

She stood on tiptoe and rested her chin on the edge of my desk, a little lazy and a little mischievous.

Her face was round like a marshmallow, and her skin was as white as if it had been poured out of milk compared to the bright yellow painted tabletop.

But it reveals some slight pink, which makes her not look too delicate, but gives people a very healthy feeling.

Grabbing the edge of my desk with both hands, her fingers looked immature, neat and slender, as if they were shining because they reflected the light of the fluorescent lamp.

She stared at me with two large eyes, her water-blue pupils tightly in her eyes.

The curious look looked like a newborn kitten.

Well, what is it?

From underneath her long blue hair, next to her head, a pointed object emerged, with a small and nimble feeling.

Is this - the ear?

Like a kitten, this ear jumps and jumps smartly, pointing in different directions at any time, as if listening to the sounds around it, and as if it is purely boring to pass the time.

She just stared at me.

Just stared at me motionlessly.

Huh-

A stream of hot blood rushed up to the top of his head, squeezing out the freshness that he had just managed to get again.

It made me sweat profusely and had trouble breathing.

You can even feel the beads of sweat oozing out of your scalp and collecting into larger beads as you slip down, falling down your cheeks and falling on the table, making a popping sound.

Belch...... What is this, what is the situation!?

And it's as if everyone didn't notice her presence!

It's simply ...... It is...... Hallucination?

It must be an illusion, uh-huh, I thought to myself.

"Now, little ghost"

Ahh

And the first sentence called me 'little ghost', which directly stunned me.

What should I do? My heart pounded like it was about to pop out of my mouth.

What should I do, should I talk to her?