It's all about him
That day Zhou Anran stood there for a long time with a red face.
The skin on the lower back was burning, as if that hot and strong hand was still holding it through the thin clothes in late summer.
The heartbeat is also very fast.
All I could think about was the face I just saw.
Zhou Anran pursed her lips, suddenly turned around and hurried downstairs.
She returned to the bulletin board, starting from the first row of the class schedule, and read each name carefully.
When she finally discovered that the closest and only three words to the name she just heard were in their class, she felt like she was hit by a huge surprise.
She thought that high school would be more difficult than junior high school, as there was only a period of study left.
Chen Luobai seemed like a ray of light that suddenly appeared, illuminating her gray youth.
It's a pity that this light is too bright.
To exaggerate, he almost brightened the youth of half of the girls in No. 2 Middle School.
It’s unattainable.
Perhaps Zhou Anran was in the same class with him because she had exhausted her luck. Later, when the class arranged seats, she and he were in front of each other, one on the left and one on the right, separated by a long distance.
Coupled with her introverted personality, it has been more than a month since school started and she has barely been able to talk to him.
He can almost be regarded as a stranger whom he has met a few times.
"Sorry." Another voice came from the court.
The speaker was a boy in their class named Zhu Ran, who was one of Chen Luobai's best friends.
Zhou Anran woke up from the memories and remembered that she had not thanked him yet.
She opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Zhu Ran's voice sounded again.
"Chen Luobai, why are you still standing there? Come down and play ball."
Chen Luobai still held the ball that almost hit her just now, and turned it around casually as if out of habit: "I won't play today. My mother is here to pick me up."
"No, Brother Luo, we are all waiting to have dinner with you tonight." Another man named Tang Jianrui interrupted.
Chen Luobai glanced at him lightly: "Are you waiting for me to eat or to wait for me to pay the bill?"
Tang Jianrui laughed "hehe" without any embarrassment: "They're all the same."
Chen Luobai raised his chin towards Zhu Ran: "I'll do the favor tonight. Let Zhu Ran marry you first, and I'll transfer it to him later."
"Brother Luo, please leave quickly."
"Yeah, don't keep Auntie waiting."
Chen Luobai smashed the ball over and scolded with a smile: "Do you want shame?"
The boy's hand is raised high. When throwing the ball, the veins in his arm are slightly bulging due to the force exerted, which shows a completely different sense of strength from the girl's.
Zhou Anran couldn't help but think of the feeling of this hand holding her firmly that day, and unconsciously shook her head.
When she regained consciousness, Chen Luobai had already strode away, several steps away from her.
After receiving the ball, Tang Jianrui dribbled a few times on the spot and shouted to him: "See you next week, Brother Luo."
Under the setting sun, Chen Luobai didn't even look back. He only raised his hand and waved behind him. The black backpack hanging on his right shoulder swayed slightly with this movement, and orange-red light danced on it.
Zhou Anran didn't have the courage to stop him.
The word "thank you" came to my lips but I couldn't say it in the end.