If we're all not wrong, then why did things turn out the way they did? I lived sadly until the only one who knew the answer appeared......

Our high school is divided into classes based on the scores of the entrance exam, so as to balance the strength of each class. Since there is a ranking, the top 50 list is naturally posted on the bulletin board. I heard that the first in the class was in the same class as me, and I should be "honored", but after all, high school is different from junior high school, and grades are undoubtedly crucial, but not the only important thing. In addition, the first place in each subject, the first place in the overall test, the first place in every test and examination, there are too many first places, and the ranking changes too quickly, so that it loses its due brilliance. For me, an ignorant freshman, this dazzlingly red list is just a list of people of the same level.

When students from other classes talk about our class, they always hold a few grievances for the first class in the class. It's just that the fifth level in the same class as him is too high-profile, and he hasn't received much attention from others in comparison, so he can be regarded as prestigious. Actually, from what I've observed, the number one in the class doesn't care what other people think of him. He is no different from a good student or a nerd in the world, he doesn't listen to anything outside the window and devotes all his energy to his studies. I observed him not because I was more interested in him than in other classmates, but because I needed to pass the time. Most of the students in the grade have been promoted directly from the junior high school of this school, and they not only know each other, but even know each other very well. As someone who came from an out-of-school exam and was not good at words, I didn't seem to have much to do but silently observe my classmates and quietly get information from their conversations. If my name was on the list, maybe it would have been different. For the first time, I cared about scores.

I made my first friend a week after school started.

"Hello, my name is Xian Xingyuan. May I ask you, are you Yin Ran? A soft voice asked me.

"Yes, hello." I stood up blankly and replied.

"Your name is so nice, it would be even better if that word was pronounced yan." I thought her compliment was just a random topic to talk about, but her sincere and friendly gaze made me dismiss the idea.

"Thanks for the compliment." I hesitated for a moment, then plucked up the courage to ask, "That...... The school is too big for me to know the way yet, can you take me with you when you change classrooms? ”

"Absolutely." Xingyuan smiled slightly, then pointed to a few girls gathered not far away, and said, "They are my good friends, we are in junior high school in this school, and we will take you to familiarize yourself with the campus in the future." ”

In an unfamiliar environment, people will inevitably feel helpless and longing for someone to help them. I'm certainly not an exception. I hurriedly accepted Xingyuan's kindness and thanked her. Later, I found out that Xingyuan deserves more of my gratitude. In less than a week, the students in the class formed small groups one after another, and if they didn't join in time, they would have to be alone no matter what they did. In high school, there are many things that need to be done collaboratively, such as experiments, such as homework, and even if you can endure loneliness, you will be annoyed by inconvenience. A person like the number one in the whole class has the capital not to socialize, because someone will draw him into the group, but a mediocre person like me is not. I don't know if this strange phenomenon is an inevitable product of high school or if it follows the traditions of this school. I was curious and a little uncomfortable, but reason told me there was no need to upset my new friends for this innocuous answer. After all, I don't know how to measure the solidity of a friendship.

Xingyuan and I had very similar views on many things, plus we lived in the same dormitory and spent time five days a week, and she soon came to regard me as her closest friend. We can almost talk to each other. Xingyuan has been learning violin since she was a child, and she has already passed the ninth grade exam before graduating from junior high school, so in the music elective class, the people in our small group also followed her to take violin lessons. Don't underestimate electives, it also has a final exam. This is how our small group was named the "String Ensemble". There is a difference between the groups, and the gap is too big to play together, and it is often the people in the group who determine their level. Xingyuan has a delicate face, fair skin, a gentle personality, ranks thirteenth in the whole class in the entrance exam, and has the specialty of violin, which is a well-deserved core existence in our "string group". We value her opinions and opinions, but she doesn't think so. She didn't think she was anything special. Whether this is self-humility or her true thoughts, we haven't delved into it, but we all know in our hearts that a large part of the reason why the "String Group" is famous is due to Xingyuan.

There is no shortage of beautiful women and talented women in our class, which is why the position of the class flower has been unresolved. In my heart, I only recognize Xingyuan. Aside from the partiality of being a friend, I have always believed that no matter how good-looking a face is, it can't compare to a temperament that makes people feel comfortable when they look at it, and Xingyuan just has this rare advantage. As for the selection of the class grass, there is no controversy. Our fifth place in the class was so popular that the other male classmates didn't even mention it.

The crisp autumn school season is a good time to hold sports meets. The purpose of the sports day is to sweep away the lazy atmosphere of summer vacation, stimulate the high morale of students, and unite the strength of class unity. For those of us who have just entered the school, the sports day is an excellent opportunity to get acquainted with each other and enhance understanding with our classmates. Athletes are responsible for sweating on the field and fighting for class glory, while those who are born lacking in athletic cells are responsible for cheering on and cheering off the field or taking on logistical support. The squad leader thought I was not motivated enough, so he sent me to the medical center to assist the school doctor in his work, that is, to do chores. Luckily, the medical clinic is located on the side of the track, so I was able to watch the long and sprint races from a distance, and I felt a little involved. As for the rest of the competition, I can only inquire about it from the classmates who came to heal. Unfortunately, most people don't take minor injuries seriously, and after a few hours of sitting in a leisurely and boring place, I started to feel sleepy and my eyelids became heavier.

"Doctor, show him the wound." Just as I was looking at the runway in a daze, there was a rush of footsteps in my ears.

"Oh...... It doesn't matter, it's just a bruise. The doctor turned back to me and said, "This classmate's injury should be washed with alcohol and then some medicine." ”

"Do you want to bandage?" I hurried back to my senses and rummaged through the medicine box for what I needed.

"I don't need to." After that, the doctor sat down and continued to keep an eye on the runners who were running hard to ensure that the injuries that needed treatment were detected as soon as possible.

"This little injury doesn't get in the way at all, but you have to pull him over." I turned to them with a tray of medicine bottles and cotton balls, recognized the person who spoke was Fang Zheng, the sports committee member of our class, and also saw the mockery in his eyes.

It turned out that the injured person was Xu Yinyao, who was fifth in the class, and the one standing beside him frowning and worried was Wang Sitong, the assistant of the basketball team.

"Was it injured during the game?" I gently wiped away the blood remaining on his hand with a cotton ball dipped in alcohol, and then took a closer look at the wound on it. There was a lot of blood, but the wound was shallow.

"Hmm." Xu Yinyao replied with a wry smile, and a trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes inadvertently. "I'm sorry for you."

"Is the game over?" I looked up at the two main players of the basketball team. "This medicine is a bit oily, and if you apply it to your hands, it may affect your play."

"Then you won't be medicated." Seeing that the bleeding had stopped, Xu Yinyao nodded with satisfaction. After thanking me, he took Fang Zheng's shoulder and strode away.

"Hey, you wait for me!" Wang Sitong trotted along. Looking at her back, I curiously guessed the reason why she was so interested in Xu Yinyao. Is it because of duty, or is it because of other selfish motives? Sleepiness overshadowed curiosity, and in a moment I gave up my thoughts. At the end of the day, whatever her intentions are, it has nothing to do with me at the moment.

That evening, when Xu Yinyao ran at full speed to us waiting on the sidelines with the certificate of first place in the basketball game in both hands, I finally confessed that the reason why those girls liked him was not only because of his excellent grades, good looks, and hearty smile, but also because his clear eyes often revealed carefree happiness and enthusiasm to move forward, which made people can't help but be moved.