The bell rang from playing to school, and I sat under the shade of the tree, picking up my jersey, and wiping my sweat.
When the bell rang after class, I sat under the shade of the tree and picked up my jersey and wiped my sweat. Several girls squeezed and gave me mineral water. I took a familiar drink and thanked her.
She covered her face and looked at me through her fingers. I drank tremblingly, and just handed a bottle of water, like the emperor flipped the brand, I was very embarrassed, I bought a piece of ice cream and returned her, the girl next to her began to booze, making me even more embarrassed, honestly I forgot her name, we don't know, we dare not ask.
I ran away.
Turning around, I heard them saying that Duan Yan was really cold. I looked around and there was no one. Maybe they were talking about the cold air.
As soon as I went back to the classroom, I asked my front desk, do you remember the name of the pretty girl with long braids and big eyes in Class 4? She even came to our class to borrow books in the morning.
My front desk returned me angrily: "Ren Yingying?"
I patted my thigh, yes, Ren Yingying, Ren Yingying, the girl with Linghu Chong in Xiaoao Jianghu, Linghu Chong, Ren Yingying, remember.
I was still angry at the front desk. I gave her the red sandalwood bracelet my brother bought me last time on a business trip. She was startled, her face flushed to the root of her ears.
I burned a strand of her hair with a lighter, fearing that her parents would ask my brother to settle the account before bribing her. She seemed a bit misunderstood, but I couldn't explain more when the head teacher came in with the book, and I forgot after class.
As a result, the self-study class teacher pulled me out at night, and the teacher taught me to call my brother in front of me and told him that I fell in love early and asked him to come over. The class teacher led two crying girls, one at my front desk and one at my front desk. It's a long braid and big eyes from Class 4. He was accused of being caught by the boss in the dormitory building for a boy who quarreled and smashed something. I was that boy.
The teacher asked me what I thought.
I only have Linghu Chong in my mind now.
It's like my brother rushed to chop me.