The morning sun was a bit dazzling, and the young man under the tree frowned and turned away the branch that was pressing on his head, but after pushing it several times, he found that the branch would still bounce back to his forehead, and he simply stretched out his hand and snapped it off.
Lu Man looked at the tall and tall boy in front of him, with fair and clean skin and the corners of his mouth pursed slightly. A beam of sunlight shone on his face, and the boy squinted slightly. Luman squeezed her school uniform pants nervously. She smiled and touched the bunny-tail-like braid on top of her head: "You said before that you like girls with ponytails. Look, I also have ponytails now."
He probably also felt a little embarrassed that he didn't have the braid as long as his little finger, so Lu Man put down his hand angrily, and lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him.
Fu Zhian's thoughts have long been empty, and he can't count how many times this is the first time Luman has confessed to him. There are a lot of girls who have confessed to him. Those who can't hold their faces will write love letters or small notes. As long as he doesn't reply, there will be no follow-up. If he confesses to his face, as long as he thinks of any reason, he can easily refuse.
But in front of this person.
Fu Zhian looked back at the girl standing in front of him with her head lowered. When she confessed to him for the first time, Fu Zhian didn't take it too seriously, and casually said that he wanted to study hard and didn't want to fall in love. But after that, Luman appeared in various study rooms, sat back in his line of sight, stared at him motionlessly, and the people who watched it got goosebumps.
After that, Luhmann confessed again in person that he didn't want to continue wasting time, and directly said that Luhmann was not his type. After that, Luman washed his face with tears every day. In class, he looked at him sadly while holding a tissue to wipe his tears. Even the head teacher noticed something was wrong, and looked at him suspiciously after class.
Last time, looking at Luman's short hair, Fu Zhiyan said to her seriously: I like girls with ponytails. I thought that with the length of her hair, it would have to grow for a few months, but who knew that she would come to find herself with her hair tied within a month.
There was a hint of respect in Fu Zhi'an's heart. Monkey King, who jumped out of the cracks of the stone, once wanted to give up studying scriptures from the West, but Lu Man's spirit of not giving up and not giving up is really rare now.
"Strictly speaking, you can't be regarded as a ponytail." Fu Zhiyu said expressionlessly.
Luman slowly raised his head and smiled at him: "It will grow into a ponytail one day."
Fu Zhiyu twitched the corner of his mouth, and he kicked the gravel on the ground a little irritably. He actually couldn't refute Luman's words, Fu Zhiyan raised his head and sighed, and suddenly caught a glimpse of an "unknown object" under a tree not far away.
"I'm sorry." Fu Zhiyan's dull eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at Luman apologetically, and after a long pause, he spoke again: "I never told the truth before."
"Actually, I have someone I like."
Luman was taken aback for a moment, the smile froze on his face. She had been in the same class as Fu Zhian for almost a year, and even though she hadn't said a word to him, she knew him very well. Fu Zhiyu only likes to study. Taking notes seriously in class every day will never run away. No matter how much homework is, he will complete it carefully. And the reason why she mustered up the courage to confess to Fu Zhian was very simple, just because her friend said: He even rejected the school beauties, even if you were rejected, it would not be ashamed.
In Luman's mind, it's okay to be rejected by Fu Zhiyu 10,000 times, because he won't like anyone. Even if you can talk to him a few more words about the confession, it will be a safe bet, until Fu Zhixiang said with a smile on his face that he has a sweetheart.
"Can I know who it is?"
He had long expected that she would ask, and Fu Zhiyan glanced affectionately not far away, and said slowly, "It's her."
Lu Man followed Fu Zhiyan's gaze, and there was a thin figure under the locust tree. She couldn't see her face clearly because she covered her head with her school uniform coat.
"I'll go first." Fu Zhiyan nodded at her, and then walked towards the teaching building without looking back, leaving only Luman standing in the small garden with his head lowered.
The class bell rang on time, but Luman couldn't move a step. Her love was ruthlessly strangled in the cradle before it even started. Thinking about it carefully, Fu Zhiyan didn't even like the school girl, so how could he like her. The love story between school grass and ordinary people can only happen in novels.
There was a rustling sound not far away, and the girl who was huddled under the locust tree slowly straightened her legs, which were the long and straight legs Luman imagined.
But it seems a little too long
The clothes that covered his head were ripped off suddenly, a pair of bright and clear eyes under a head of fine black hair, and a straight nose bridge and thin bloodless lips.
"Fuck, he slept again." The man under the tree stood up slowly and stretched, as if he was aware of her sight, the man suddenly turned his head and glared at her, raised his eyebrows and said condescendingly. : "Look at the fart." Seeing Luman standing there with a dull expression, the man picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on his shoulders, yawned and swaggered towards the teaching building.
Luman felt that she had hallucinations. She pinched her arm hard and took a breath. It seemed that she was not blind.
Fu Zhian thought that his life had finally returned to peace. It wasn't until the end of the first class, when everyone in the class gathered together and whispered, sneaking a glance at him from time to time, that he felt that something was not right. Fu Zhian took out his mobile phone and knocked a few times, and finally saw a post on the school post bar with the title: Is my long journey of chasing school grass coming to an end
The corners of Fu Zhiyu's raised mouth were a little stiff, but he still pretended that he didn't see anything, and lowered his head to make the paper in his hand.
Chi Yu was lying on the table, playing games until midnight last night, and dreaming all night. He escaped the morning exercise and ran to the small garden to squint for a while. When he returned to the class, he was caught by the head teacher again. After standing for a class, he finally sat down and rested for a while.
But the noise in the class was really annoying.
"Hey, you can shut up with your broken gongs." Chi Yu raised his head impatiently and shouted at the cheerful girls at the next table. In the past, as long as Chi Yu opened his mouth, everyone wanted to retreat and go two meters away, but now he just finished speaking, and a few girls smiled strangely at him. That scene is so weird.
At this time, Chi Yu realized that not only them, but all the classmates in the class gathered together with their mobile phones, and even the monitor who usually kept his head down and only knew how to study, stretched his neck now, for fear of missing a little bit of the best. information.
Chi Yu stood up, bent down on the table, quietly put his head near Lin Chuan on the front table, and stared intently at the electronic screen in Lin Chuan's hand. The words on the screen were densely packed, Chi Yu didn't have the mood to read them one by one, and only roughly scanned a few lines.
"Fuck!" Chi Yu said suddenly, so scared that Lin Chuan bounced off the stool, and the phone in his hand fell to the ground. He turned his head and just met Chi Yu's eyes that were about to breathe fire. He raised his hands above his head and said innocently, "I didn't post it! I just saw it!"
Chi Yu bent down and picked up the phone, took a deep breath, and looked at the lines of small characters on the screen again. Lin Chuan swallowed a mouthful of spit and said carefully: "That Chi Yu, be careful with my phone, don't pinch it..." The fingers holding the phone turned pale, Chi Yu's face turned from black to red, and now Almost green.
"Who the hell sent this!"
Ban Lijing is frightening, not because they don't want to say it, they really don't know.
Chi Yu threw the phone on the table, walked to the door of the classroom with a dark face, pulled the door hard and closed it with a bang. It was not until it was confirmed that Chi Yu had disappeared in the corridor that the chattering noise in the class resumed.
"This is too cool! I don't think they have said a few words?" A boy flipped through his phone suspiciously.
"You're stupid, you must pretend not to know each other!" Another boy rolled his eyes.
"Alas." A girl lay on the table as if she had been drawn out of her soul. She murmured, "Is today a disaster day for the First Affiliated High School, and I lost two school grasses in a row."
"Bah." The boy with a face full of flesh shook his head and said with a sneer, "Does the two of you have anything to do with you? If you don't talk about the seventh class, just talk about Chi Yu, what he said to you in the first year of high school is not there. Talk to the dog a lot."
The number of times Chi Yugao was notified in one year is almost catching up with the news broadcast, either being late or leaving early or fighting. Originally, their class was panicking because of this big Buddha, but later they found out that Chi Yu had never been angry in the class. After a long time, Chi Yu was like a bodyguard, and everyone felt a little more secure.
But even so, the girl who likes Chi Yu is from Wuyang Wuyang. Adolescent girls always have a place in their hearts for rebellious and good-looking boys in the school, but there are too many people who reserve places for Chi Yu, especially in the vocational high schools next door. Some people skip classes every three days. Chi Yu was waiting at the entrance of the attached middle school to finish school.
And Fu Zhian, as the school's top three students, ranks first in the age group all the year round, the award certificate can be affixed to half the classroom, and that delicate and beautiful face is favored by students and teachers. Compared with Chi Yu, Fu Zhian is a more willing target for school girls, because although he speaks less and is a bit cold, he will not jump up and beat people when he is upset.
In addition to studying for exams, the girls in the school often discuss whether Chi Yu is more handsome or Fu Zhiyan is more attractive. They have been waiting for the day when Chi Yu and Fu Zhiyu are in the same frame, so that their discussions may come to a conclusion.
But the first year of high school has passed, and the days of the same frame are still far away.
Chi Yu and Fu Zhiyan are in shift 7 and shift 7. There is a toilet and a water room on each side, so they basically don't meet each other. After finally waiting for the sports meeting, the two participated in four events each, so they could be perfectly staggered. Not to mention the same frame, they even thought that the two would never breathe the air under the same sky.
Fu Zhieu took out his phone again and looked at the post bar. The posts that had few replies were now refined and followed by the hot post sign.
The story is very simple. From the first day she chased Fu Zhiyan, Luman opened a post, recording every day how she wanted to pursue Fu Zhiyan, and how Fu Zhiyan rejected her after that. Originally, there were only a few scattered replies. After all, there are too many such water stickers, and everyone can't tell the truth from the fake.
Until Luman updated a post two hours ago, there were only a few short sentences on it: I was rejected by him again today, but I am not sad, because today is the day when the First Affiliated Middle School lost two school drafts.
Fu Zhian's language is not bad, he can recognize every word of this sentence separately, but he doesn't understand how to read it together.
Just before he turned his head around, the back door was kicked open with a bang. The tall boy held the door with one hand, his clean and clear eyes were full of anger at this moment, and the loose school uniform was hung on him, revealing a beautiful and delicate collarbone. Chi Yu's gloomy eyes swept around the classroom, and when he saw the boys in the last row by the window, he twitched the corners of his mouth with a smile.
"You, come out."