"What do you want to do when you grow up?" Zhang Jiaze asked.

"Me? I want to be a police officer. Hua Xingcan said, "Those female policemen on TV are majestic, I envy them." ”

"What about you, what do you want to do when you grow up?"

"I want to go to college, I want to be a writer."

Hua Xingcan's eyes couldn't help but glow with joy:

"Oh? Looks like we're really like-minded. ”

Two young hearts have come closer.

In the Mingyue River, there was already a fishing fire, and the two reluctantly walked back to the campus side by side in the night.

Once the hearts of boys and girls are opened, joy, lovesickness, melancholy, and excited thoughts will accompany them.

In the last month of junior high school life, Zhang Jiaze frequently went in and out of the classroom of the second (first) class of junior high school, and he had already gone to find Hua Xingcan as if no one was around.

His kind of absence has aroused the jealousy of countless young men and the envy of young girls.

"Look, your Prince Charming is coming for you again."

Whenever Zhang Jiaze appeared at the door of the classroom, a large group of girls sitting next to Hua Xingcan began to coax.

What could be more exciting than seeing a pair of familiar lovers fall in love?

Hua Xingcan always showed a unique reserved smile at this time, and she blamed the sisters and said:

"Don't talk nonsense!"

After speaking, he lowered his head and stared at the words on the book, his heart like a deer.

Zhang Jiaze's posture when he walked into the classroom was not graceful, and even a little sven swept the floor, from the moment he walked into the classroom, he knew that he had attracted the attention of everyone in the classroom, undoubtedly, he was the focus, and he became a celebrity in Guangming Middle School. When thinking like this, Zhang Jiaze couldn't help but feel a little fluttery.

At the corner of the hallway of the classroom, his shirt slammed into the corner of his desk, eliciting a burst of laughter.

At this time, Hua Xingcan will pull over a stool and let the prince charming in her mind sit down; Zhang Jiaze took out some textbooks and explained the problem to her seriously.

"Hey, I can't think of it." Zhang Jiaze's brain is not stupid, not to mention that he has some humorous cells.

"Can't think of anything?" Hua Xingcan looked at him with a serious face and asked softly.

"I didn't think there would be you."

Hua Xingcan was a little shy, and his face was red.

Zhang Jiaze continued: "I can't imagine that there is such a stupid person as you. ”

"What do you say? You! Begging! Knowing what Zhang Jiaze meant, Hua Xingcan casually held up a book and wanted to fight, but every time the book fell in the air.

She knew it was the idiot amusing her.

The sisters say he's her Prince Charming, but she prefers to call him a fool in her heart.

They have never had physical contact, even indirectly.

And Zhang Jiaze, how much he hopes that the book will fall on him.

What a sweet dream it was.

Often, after completing a few questions, they get up together and walk towards the outside of the classroom, which of course is indispensable with envious or jealous looks.

Of course, they always keep a distance of one or two steps from one step after the other when they go out.

The place of their date was still under the big willow tree by the Mingyue River, and several times, they walked through the night and did not return to the classroom until the bell rang for the evening self-study.

Sitting in the classroom, Hua Xingcan's mind was no longer in the textbook, she recalled scene after scene of the date with the nerd, every detail of wanting to date the nerd, a little dandruff in his hair, a fold in the back of his clothes, his angular face, his neat white teeth. The only pity is that the nerd always wears the same two sets of clothes, always changing this one and putting that one on.

I often think about it like this, and two classes of a night self-study are over.

But such delusions were also interrupted, and one night after self-study, Chinese teacher Zhu Ziming called Hua Xingcan to the office of the Chinese teaching and research group again. The night is quiet, the lights in the office are bright, the crickets are screaming under the wall outside the window, and the electric fan on the ceiling is spinning. Teacher Zhu gently closed the door and asked Hua Xingcan with concern:

"You don't seem to be paying much attention to your studies lately, tell the teacher what's going on?"