After changing from Xu Zixia's seat to the first table, in fact, he was sad for a long time, until one day, he was concentrating on studying some conic curves, and when he looked up, he just saw Su Mo pushing the door in, and then almost "zero distance" when he passed by his side, he was depressed for a few days, and suddenly he was washed away, and from that day on, he used to return to the classroom very early, just so that when she entered the classroom, he secretly glanced at the corner of his eye without a trace, Then quietly feel the little joy brought by the only time of the day, the moment that can be "closest to her".

The life of the third year of high school is getting more and more tense, and usually between classmates, if it is not for the front and back tables, it may even become extravagant to say hello, not to mention like the first and second years of high school, there is nothing to chat in the classroom in twos and threes, so at this time, Xu Zixia has no reason to go to the back of the classroom to say hello to Su Mo, but since discovering this special opportunity to "contact" Su Mo quietly, Xu Zixia has almost not missed a day and "waited" there. It's just that sometimes it is unfortunate to bump into Su Mo's eyes, at that time Su Mo will wave happily at her, and then the two of them will look at each other and smile, but who knows, in Su Mo's opinion, it is a normal greeting, for him, every time it is a long-term "wind surge" that rises from the bottom of his heart.

Su Mo didn't come to the classroom for a long time today, which made Xu Zixia, who was holding the pen and bowing his head in contemplation, feeling anxious, until the bell rang for the last evening self-study, and the door was pushed open with a "squeak", Su Mo held a book in his hand and entered the classroom with his head down, Xu Zixia wanted to pretend to glance casually, but he looked at Su Mo's somewhat red and swollen eyes, and his intuition made him feel that Su Mo seemed to be a little abnormal, he lowered his head, but the corner of his eye followed Su Mo all the way past him, and he kept thinking about what happened to this girl, Isn't something happening.

Su Mo walked to his place, and then took out the book "How Much Do You Know About the Flowers in Your Dreams" from his hand and put it on Yang Xiaomo's table in front of him, Yang Xiaomo took the book and stared directly at Su Mo's eyes.

"What are you looking at?" Su Mo was a little weak-hearted.

"Look how swollen your eyes are!" Yang Xiaomo responded in a joking tone.

Su Mo originally pretended to be angry and glared at him, but when he saw Yang Xiaomo's soft smile in his eyes, the corners of his mouth and eyebrows couldn't help but rise.

"Indeed, I really cried all night because of this book!"

Su Mo said to Yang Xiaomo that he had never read such a sad story, and while the two of them were talking, Qiao Qianqian next to him came over.

"What book? What book? ”

She leaned over curiously, took the book in Yang Xiaomo's hand, and then turned a few pages and exclaimed, "Wow, Yang Xiaomo, is this yours?" Can you lend me a look? ”

"Good!"

At this time, Yang Xiaomo and Su Mo looked at each other tacitly for a moment, and Su Mo suddenly felt that such an action was a little ambiguous, so he lowered his head embarrassedly and pretended to pack up the books.

"Thank you, oh Xiaomo, I'll pay you back when I finish reading!"

Simply Qiao Qianqian just looked through the book there, and did not find any abnormalities between the two people.

"Well, there's no hurry!"

Yang Xiaomo responded, then turned around and sat upright in his seat, Su Mo raised his head, and the eyes of the two fell on the small mirror on Yang Xiaomo's desk almost at the same time, and the four eyes looked at each other in the mirror, Su Mo only felt a small whirlwind, and the more embarrassed Su Mo was, the more arrogant Yang Xiaomo's expression became.

In fact, Su Mo had long been suspicious of this small mirror, and remembered that some time ago, the two of them had an awkward quarrel, and she stacked the books on her desk very high, just because she didn't want Yang Xiaomo to succeed, but now that the situation has changed, Yang Xiaomo's behavior has become more justified and blatant.

Looking at Yang Xiaomo's expression in the mirror was really arrogant, Su Mo lowered his head to settle down, and then his eyebrows moved twice, and he suddenly thought of a way.

"Hey!"

Su Mo raised his head and smiled and touched Yang Xiaomo from behind with the tip of his pen.

After Yang Xiaomo turned around, she smiled and asked, "Borrow your mirror from me!" ”

"Yes, Xiaomo, why do you always put a mirror on the table? I'm too embarrassed to ask you! Is a boy so stinky and beautiful? ”

Qiao Qianqian came to join in the fun again, but she didn't want to help Su Mo in a daze, hearing Qiao Qianqian say this, Su Mo was even more proud, and although Yang Xiaomo was reluctant, but guarding Qiao Qianqian, he naturally had no choice but to agree to lend Su Mo first.

Su Mo got the mirror and quietly put on a "victory" posture at Yang Xiaomo to anger him, but Yang Xiaomo pursed his lips disdainfully and turned back.

At this time, the political teacher on duty for evening self-study stepped on high heels and entered the classroom with a "da-da-da", and all the students quieted down in an instant, and the evening self-study officially began, and everyone entered the state of learning at once.

Of course, Ye Jing stuffed a novel into the textbook as usual and read it quietly, sometimes the corners of her mouth rose slightly, as if she was moved by the passages in the book.

Originally, Su Mo was reading English materials in a serious manner, but Yang Xiaomo suddenly took advantage of the teacher's inattention, and gently knocked on her desk with his back hand, and when she looked up, he turned his head away and quietly motioned her to look under the table.

It turned out that Yang Xiaomo had already waited under the table with one hand and handed Su Mo a long earphone cable, the moment Su Mo went to pick up the earphone cable, the two hands had a slight touch under the table, she only felt that Yang Xiaomo's fingertips were slightly cold, and this made Su Mo's heart quickly pass a trace of strangeness, she quickly hung down her right hair, and then disguised the earphone into her right ear, just a little flustered, and then gradually calmed down.

Yang Xiaomo was listening to the voice at this time, playing an English song by a boy from the Western Regions - "I lay my love o."

You", of course, Su Mo didn't know the name of the song at this time, and she couldn't fully hear the lyrics, but she felt that the melody of the song was very good.

In the sound of music, after reviewing an English chapter, she raised her head and looked at Yang Xiaomo in front of her, where he was bowing his head and writing something seriously, at this time, his side face in Su Mo's eyes was sharp and angular, and his originally fair and sunny face, because he wore a pair of black-framed glasses, sharply increased a lot of quiet and introverted literary color.

There were still ten minutes of evening self-study class, Su Mo simply had no intention of studying, she leaned back on the table, took a book and pretended to read it again, but in fact she was just covering up, and the corner of her eyes had been carefully looking at Yang Xiaomo's back.

Soft, under the light with pale yellow slightly curled hair lying on his head obediently, like Yang Xiaomo's character, although he is a little indifferent in the eyes of many people, but Su Mo knows that in the deepest part of his heart, he has always been a big boy who is soft to the bone.

Unconsciously, Su Mo thought of the first time he saw Yang Xiaomo, the eyes of the two people on the basketball court and the heartbeat for no reason, as well as the boy who was a little lonely in the heavy rain later, and the slightly raised eyebrows when he and Xu Zixia confronted him for no reason, and the desperate way he suddenly pounced when the hot water bottle broke, and the quiet eyes he cast on the lake by the pond......

All this made Su Mo secretly sigh, fate is really a beautiful and wonderful thing, she even thought that she and Yang Xiaomo were not in love at first sight, just because there were too many doubts and misunderstandings at the beginning, so there were some twists and turns that should not have been, so now that he is really here, I really want time to stop......

yes, misunderstanding?! Su Mo, who thought of this word, frowned slightly, what was Qiao Qianqian talking to the girls in the restaurant at that time?

"I heard that he once talked about a girlfriend in junior high school, and it hurt people - oops, don't talk about it!"

Qiao Qianqian's words replayed in her ears again, and Su Mo's heart involuntarily jerked, whether what Qiao Qianqian said was a misunderstanding, or was it really an existential fact, if there was such a fact, why did she believe that the boy in front of her was true to her?

At this time, the music on her walkman had long since stopped, but Su Mo was still immersed in this contradictory thinking, so much so that she didn't even notice when the class bell rang.

"Hey!"

I don't know when only she and Yang Xiaomo were left in the classroom, when Su Mo looked up, Yang Xiaomo gently took off the earphone cable on her ear, and asked with a warm smile, "What are you thinking?" So seriously? ”

"I-" Su Mo looked at Yang Xiaomo with a smile on his face, and somehow wanted to ask what was going on, but at this time, he suddenly condensed, just smiled lightly and said, "It's nothing." ”

"Well, if you don't have a problem, I have a question for you!"

"Huh?" Su Mo looked at Yang Xiaomo with big eyes.

"Help me translate an English sentence!" Yang Xiaomo said as he handed a piece of paper in front of Su Mo, on which was written in beautiful italic English characters, "I lay my love o."

you”。

"Give you my love! ——”

Su Mo took a look at it and responded without thinking, but the moment she blurted it out, she immediately realized something, but it was obviously too late, and the moment she raised her eyes, she met Yang Xiaomo's successful smile.

"Good! Don't you dare? ——”

Su Mo got up to catch up with Yang Xiaomo, who had already run away at this time, Yang Xiaomo ran forward with a smile, and said to Su Mo: "This is the name of the music we just listened to together, is it good?" ”

The two of them chased all the way out of the teaching building, but no one noticed that at the corner of the teaching building, Xu Zixia took advantage of the hazy moonlight to send Su Mo and Yang Xiaomo out with his eyes, and the laughter and conversation between the two people had already been caught in his ears, but the fact was that he originally thought that Su Mo had something unhappy, so he waited there in advance, intending to comfort her......

Of course, no one knows, just before the evening self-study, when Su Mo entered the classroom, he saw her red and swollen eyes, Xu Zixia unconsciously chuckled in his heart, and no one knew, he quietly calculated how long he wanted to borrow the reason for asking Su Mo to help him give her the painting he painted for Ye Jing, so that he could wait there with confidence, just watching Yang Xiaomo and Su Mo walking side by side from a distance, he suddenly seemed to be hit by something, and then he kept standing behind the teaching building, He didn't have the courage to step forward, although in the deepest part of his heart, he really wanted to run in front of them and drag Su Mo away.

I don't know when he realized that he had begun to avoid Su Mo, it was a kind of behavioral involuntarily, every time she walked towards him from a distance, he tried to go in the opposite direction from another road, and then he especially expected her to see him, and then heard her shout his name, he was ready to turn around with a smile on his face, so he pretended to meet him casually, and talked with her.

Yes, since he was really sure that he liked this girl, he had no way to be frank with her, and Yang Xiaomo's sudden intrusion undoubtedly exacerbated the long-standing contradictions and entanglements in his heart.