On the campus in the early morning, the floating cold wind seems to have some refreshing taste.
It was already late when Cheng Chu came to the class. She put down her schoolbag and walked to the front row to start collecting the English test papers for the last month's exam.
The students were very cooperative and put out the test papers early, and the work went very smoothly.
There is a strong aroma floating in the classroom.
That is the smell of meat buns. The buns at the entrance of Haishi No. 1 Middle School are notoriously delicious. Many people wake up early to grab the buns.
When Cheng Chu walked up to the classmate who was eating buns, he pulled out the test papers from the full table, chewing the buns and said vaguely, "Cheng Chu, you were so strong yesterday."
"Thank you." Cheng Chu took the test paper and said politely.
Perhaps it is because of the guilt that they were isolated in the open and secret a few days ago, but today these classmates are extraordinarily friendly.
A few girls even invited her to visit the canteen together between classes.
Cheng Chu only felt helpless and ironic.
These people never understand how much influence their unintentional words can have on others. People say it is terrifying. If it is replaced by a sensitive and vulnerable person, I don’t know how much psychological shadow it will have.
The weather outside was gloomy, and the classroom was a little dark.
When Cheng Chu walked to his place, Gu Miao was writing English words with her head down, and when she heard footsteps, she took out the test paper from under the book and handed it to her.
On the first page of the paper, "71" was written in a big red pen. Cheng Chu glanced at it quietly, and the cloze was almost completely wrong, and the reading comprehension was almost half wrong.
She knew that according to Gu Miao's grades, she could get the top three in the class, and it was easy to even enter the key class.
His physical chemistry is excellent, and he ranks first in the class every time, but his English is the hindrance.
Maybe it's because he hates English very much. During these days at the same table with Gu Miao, except for English classes, Cheng Chu has never seen him open an English book at any other time.
At some point, someone turned on the lights in the class.
Bright incandescent lamps brightened the somewhat gloomy classroom.
Cheng Chu lowered his eyes and looked at the top of the boy's black head. He was lowering his head and writing words stroke by stroke, but it was not smooth, and he paused twice from time to time.
This was really the first time she saw Gu Miao studying English so seriously.
Cheng Chu lowered his head and straightened the whole test paper, resisting the doubts in his heart, and continued to walk back.
Today's morning reading is Chinese. When Cheng Chu returned to his seat, he saw Gu Miao bowing his head and taking the English words he had just dictated back into the drawer.
A textbook-sized sheet of paper was filled with words, most of which had been corrected with red pen.
Cheng Chu pursed his lips and silently took out the Chinese textbook.
The time of a class passed quickly. At the end of the class, Cheng Chu registered the papers he handed in at his seat, only to suddenly realize that Song Xinyu hadn't handed in the papers.
Her seat was right in front of Cheng Chu. Cheng Chu reached out and tapped her back: "Song Xinyu, your papers haven't been handed in yet."
The person in front didn't turn his head, he took out the paper from the drawer with a "swoosh", and threw his elbow back.
What attitude? Cheng Chu rolled his eyes and pulled the paper over angrily.
And Song Xinyu in front turned his head, Shui Yingying's eyes looked at her, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
Cheng Chu had a headache when she saw her pretentious look. She didn't even look at her, but said coldly, "You know if it's intentional or not."
In the cold winter, the students who are afraid of the cold are reluctant to go out even after class, and the class is densely packed.
Cheng Chu didn't want to break up with her about another incident, so he picked up the papers that he had collected and walked out of the classroom.
The winter wind is piercingly cold.
When Cheng Chu returned to the class, the hand holding the test paper was already cold.
She rubbed her hands, and as soon as she sat down, she was stuffed into a warm warm water bag.
Cheng Chu raised his eyes in surprise.
The hot temperature on the fingertips seemed to be an electric current, and it spread to the bottom of my heart.
She heard Gu Miao say in a deep voice, "warm hands."
The young man is now willing to speak, probably because he talks a lot and his mentality is better. Although he can't help stuttering sometimes, it is much better than before.
But Cheng Chu didn't know how much this taciturn young man had paid behind his back in order to speak a word smoothly and smoothly.
Some people seem to have always been like this, hiding all their love and pain in their hearts.
The incandescent lamp overhead was bright, and there was an English book on Gu Miao's table.
Cheng Chu's hand gradually became warm, she released the hot water bottle, took out a notebook from her schoolbag, and handed it to Gu Miao.
There was doubt in the boy's eyes, but he took the book obediently.
"Here are my English notes, you can take a look, it should be useful." Cheng Chu said.
Gu Miao's hand suffocated and said, "But what about you?"
He wasn't very fluent, his voice was low, but he didn't stutter.
"I don't rely on this, it doesn't matter, you go to see it first." Cheng Chu waved his hand: "You don't rush to pay me back, take it slow."
The light blue notebook is adorned with small flowers, as if with a faint floral fragrance on the girl.
Gu Miao's hand holding the notebook trembled and said softly, "Thank you, thank you."
The moon is not bright tonight.
Gu Miao just finished her job at the fan shop.
Hearing the door open, my aunt and uncle sat on the sofa and glanced at him, then continued to watch the series.
Gu Miao returned to the room and took out the notebook from the schoolbag.
On the title page is a girl named Juanxiu "Cheng Chu in the second and second class of high school"
Gu Miao curled her fingers and carefully turned the page.
The notes are detailed and overly detailed. From the grammar of each unit to the vocabulary, to the easy-to-mistake points and the points that are often tested, all are written clearly and neatly.
Under the dim table lamp, Gu Miao's dark eyes filled with warmth.
Looking at the notebook, his barren heart seemed to be pulling out tender buds.
That beam of sunlight seemed to be a little closer to him.
Gu Miao even thought that when her English got better, would it be possible to enter the key class? In this way, if Cheng Chu returns to the key class later, he will follow up with the cheek.
If she can't go back, she will stay here.
Where his sunshine falls, he stays.
It was drizzling outside, and the fine rain floated on the window, and the warm light reflected the warmth of the simple room.
Gu Miao lowered her head and silently carried English on her back, her heart was full of fire.
The head teacher, Lin Yue, has strict teaching and will take quizzes every week.
In this quiz, out of 100 out of 100, Gu Miao actually got 80.
This may be nothing to others, but Cheng Chu knows how difficult it is to make such progress.
After all, it was difficult for him to even pass in the past.
Gu Miao hides a sense of tenacity. Whatever he wants to do, no matter how difficult it is, he will do it with all his might.
He wants to get rid of his stuttering problem, so he gets up before dawn every day to practice speaking. If he wants to improve his English performance, he uses his spare time to memorize words and follow grammar.
But even though his love had overflowed from the bottom of his heart, he never dared to take a step closer.
She is a splendid and dazzling sunrise, and she has grown up with thousands of pets since she was a child.
But he was poor and humble, autistic and stammered, and he couldn't help being flustered even when he said a few words to her.
The end bell rang, the next get out of class was psychology class, and most of the people in the classroom had left.
Cheng Chu was dragged a few steps by Luo Qianqian, turned around and asked, "Will we go together?"
Gu Miao put down the pen in her hand, nodded, got up and followed them.
Thursday is the day everyone looks forward to the most. After the English class in the first afternoon, it is followed by a relaxing psychology class.
The psychology classroom is a certain distance from the teaching building.
After class, Gu Miao walked through the crowd and walked back to the classroom.
He walked with wind under his feet, much faster than the others.
When I got to the classroom, the class was empty.
Gu Miao walked into the classroom with the coldness of the harsh winter on her body.
Biting wind blew into the empty classroom.
He lowered his eyes, his eyes drifted to Chu Chu's seat, his dark eyes flashed coldly, and the coolness spread from the soles of his feet to his whole body in an instant.
On the originally clean chair, a pool of dazzling red ink was slowly dripping down the chair and slowly smeared under the feet.
like blood.
The author has something to say: Gu Miao: I want to follow her to the key class
Everyone! I will be entering V in the early morning tomorrow, that is, 6 hours later, the three chapters will be combined! Come and comment~ Send a red envelope!
Thank you all for your support over the years! !
By the way, let me push my other pre-received "Big Brother's Secret Love", the pseudo-brothers and sisters that I have always wanted to write~
Copywriting: taciturn and gloomy boss, CEO brother * gentle little sun ballet sister
When he was 11 years old, Lin Yu had an "older brother".
He is Lin Yu's father who once sponsored the children, but now both parents have died and he is helpless. The young man was taciturn and was always bullied in the Lin family. Lin Yu often couldn't help defending him.
In the small garden that day, my cousin finally couldn't help but yell: "Why do you always talk for him? Who is more important to you in our hearts?"
In order to coax him, Lin Yu said, "You will always be the most important brother in my heart, and he can only be ranked second."
The teenager listened silently in the shadows, thinking sadly and inferiorly, it's good to be ranked second in her heart.
Years later, the taciturn and gloomy teenager became a business upstart.
At night, he held Lin Yu tightly in his arms, his voice was hoarse, and he asked again and again, "Who is the most important brother in your heart?"
Reading guide: No blood relationship, not on the same household registration book, the male protagonist just lives in the female protagonist's house temporarily, and there is no adoption relationship