When I walked to Zhang Nuan's table next to the aisle, I pretended to accidentally bump into the table while walking, which scared the two people who were hiding under the table watching videos on their mobile phones. Then Zhang Nuan looked at me angrily, and of course Ai Yi stared at me fiercely with cold eyes. Although I had an apologetic look on my face and explained to them that I didn't mean to bump into the table, I was very happy in my heart.
I don't know why, but disturbing the good time of these two people always made me feel an indescribable pleasure in my heart. However, I was immediately punished by these two people because after I told them that I had found the three people and that they would come to the basketball court with me for training in the evening, Ai Yi still sat in my seat and had no intention of leaving.
The two of them just looked at me coldly. Damn it, the final result was that I sat alone in the seat that should have belonged to Ai Yi, the God of Gamblers. Then Ai Yi took my seat and sat at the same table with Zhang Nuan. Damn it, this was the first time I didn’t sit next to Zhang Nuan since she came to our class. I don’t know why I felt a little empty in my heart, and I couldn’t tell why.
Anyway, I just felt a little lost, inexplicably lost, especially since the man sitting next to the God of Gamblers was a famous body-smelling guy in our class. I can also understand why Ai Yi didn't want to sit here. This magical smell really made people feel like flying in a dream, and this body-smelling guy was also a famous good guy in our class. He was really a good person, but when God closes a door for you but opens all the windows for you, there must be a purpose for him. Maybe the smell on you is a little strong.
While I was sitting there, Zhang Nuan stuck out her tongue at me several times, as if Ai Yi had told her that the boy had body odor. Damn, I just wanted to say that it was no wonder that the God of Gamblers’ first words when he returned to the dormitory every day were, “The air is so fresh!”
When I was tortured to the point of ecstasy by the mysterious smell wafting from my armpits, my punishment finally came to an end. The last class was Lao He's. Although Ai Yi said she was not a jerk, she still didn't dare to openly change seats in the head teacher's class, so she could only exchange seats with me. When I sat back in my seat and smelled the natural fruity fragrance of Zhang Nuan next to me, my tears almost flowed with excitement. But I was still a little reluctant to pay attention to Zhang Nuan next to me, because after all, Zhang Nuan was half responsible for my sitting there for several classes. If she insisted on not letting Ai Yi sit here, I probably wouldn't have to suffer that inhuman torture.
However, she took the initiative to push the writing notebook towards me. I opened it and saw that she had written something on it and asked me if my hand still hurt. If it really didn't work, she would tell Ai Yi at night and asked me to stop shooting and do other exercises.
I smiled at her, then shook my injured hand and said, it's okay, it's just a minor flesh wound, just take off the bandage at night, I have a strong recovery ability, have you forgotten that I was not the first one to be discharged from the hospital the last time we were injured
After hearing what I said, Zhang Nuan immediately turned her head away, snorted with disdain, stuffed a piece of candy into her mouth, and wrote the three words "I won't give it to you" on the notebook to irritate me. I had no choice but to sigh and lower my head to play with my phone.
When the get out of class was almost over, I asked Zhang Nuan if I needed her to bring her lunch in the evening. She raised her head and turned in the direction of Ai Yi, meaning that they would eat together in the evening. I nodded and said I understood, then I sent a text message to Lin Yi, telling her that we would eat together in the evening, and I would go to the cafeteria to save a seat for her.
After class, I ran all the way to the cafeteria, packed the dishes we both wanted to eat, and sat on the second floor of the cafeteria waiting for her. However, when Lin Yi came, she noticed my injured hand at first sight, and asked me how I got it. I felt that it was no longer possible to hide it at this point, so I told her the whole story from beginning to end. After listening to me, she touched my injured hand with a bit of distress and asked me if it still hurt. I said it was okay, it didn't hurt anymore, and your words of concern worked better than any medicine!
Lin Yi said I was cheesy, and then she worriedly advised me not to practice shooting at night, but to practice tomorrow. I said no, I must beat Gao Yang's grandson, there is a huge gap between him and me, if I don't seize the time to practice, I will never beat him in my life, so I will go to the basketball court to practice after dinner.
Seeing that my attitude was unusually firm, Lin Yi could only nod, but she immediately put down her chopsticks and told me to eat first and not wait for her, and that she would be back soon after going downstairs. I asked her where she was going, but she didn't tell me. She stood up and hurried downstairs. I called out to her and told her to finish her meal first and then go downstairs, but she ignored me. I was sitting there and saw through the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the cafeteria behind me that Lin Yi went downstairs and trotted to the supermarket. I didn't know what she was going to buy in the supermarket so anxiously.
After a while, she came out of the supermarket again, and then trotted back. When she ran upstairs with a red face, I frowned and asked her what she had done. She panted heavily, then looked at me with satisfaction, and then took out a lot of Yunnan Baiyao band-aids from her pocket and sprinkled them on the table, saying, "Look!"
I looked at the band-aids on the table with a puzzled look and asked her, "Why did you buy so many band-aids?" She snorted and said, "For our future Sakuragi Hanamichi!"
I was stunned at the time and still didn't quite understand what she meant, but she sat next to me and gently placed my injured hand on her leg. She lowered her head and carefully unwound the bandage wrapped around my hand. The faint fragrance from her hair was like a small hand gently grasping the tip of my nose. Although her fragrance was not as strong as Zhang Nuan's, I knew that this faint fragrance belonged to me alone.
She removed all the bandages on my hands, and I just looked at her stupidly without asking anything, because I was mesmerized by the way she lowered her head and focused on removing the bandages for me. Lin Yi had never been so focused on me before, but now she was frowning and biting her lips because of the wound on my hand. I suddenly remembered the story of "The Red Rose and the White Rose" written by Eileen Chang that Lin Yi had told me before.
Every man may have met two such women. One is the red rose who spends her whole life looking for the one she loves most and lives only for love. The other is the white rose who keeps the word love deep in her heart and is willing to live an ordinary life with you. But if you marry the red rose, over time, the red will become a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white will still be the bright moonlight in front of the window; if you marry the white rose, the white will be a grain of rice stuck on your clothes, and the red will be a cinnabar mole on your heart.
But at this moment, I feel that Lin Yi is the white cinnabar mole growing on my heart, because in the eyes of others, she may be a white rose like the snow on the mountain, but in my heart, she is a red rose that burns only for love.
Lin Yi looked at the mottled wounds on my hands and curled her lips again, then gently spread out the Band-Aid on the table, and then carefully put it on one of the wounds for me. After putting it on, she blew gently on it with her mouth, then raised her pair of clear eyes like lake water and asked me, "Does it hurt?"
I shook my head and said it didn't hurt. Lin Yi frowned slightly and continued to put Band-Aids on my hand and said to me, "Well, I'll take off all the bandages for you, and then put Band-Aids on the injured areas. You will be able to play ball in a while without hurting the wound."
I looked at her as she lowered her head and carefully helped me put band-aids on my wound. I nodded gently and said "yes", but she seemed not to hear me. She still blew gently on it with her mouth after each one, as if the wound would never heal without blowing. And I felt that her gentle breath on my wound seemed to turn all the twists and turns I had encountered during this period into thousands of winds, blowing gently on my heart, blowing away all the sorrow in my heart, leaving only this girl with her head lowered in front of me.