Jiang Mingzhen was almost beaten!
He Yu and his classmates came out of the cafeteria.
The boy was still angry: "If you hadn't dragged me away, I would have beaten that ugly girl away."
Thinking of her confident sentence just now, He Yu burst out laughing.
——The miraculous Jiang Mingzhen who has been annoying people for more than ten years.
"You're not disgusting, can you still laugh? She doesn't count what she looks like? She's still a beauty, and dares to provoke you. I almost spit out the food I ate."
"What you said is too outrageous," He Yuyun smiled lightly, "I stared at her for too long, I was rude."
The classmate convinced him: "Wow, you really have a good temper."
"Going to paint?" He Yu changed the subject.
"Go."
The person involved didn't care, and he had nothing to say.
"He Yu, when will your art exhibition be held?"
"In preparation, not so fast."
…
Years later, the first meeting has passed.
Although Jiang Mingzhen didn't remember herself, He Yu still cared a little.
Regardless of whether they were childhood playmates, it is enough to make people curious that a personality like her can still survive in society.
On the second day after the encounter in the cafeteria, He Yu got the list of transfer students from the student union, and wanted to find out which class Jiang Mingzhen was in. He has been the head of the art department of the student union since the second year of high school, and has been in contact with every class in the school. If Jiang Mingzhen hadn't transferred from another school, he should have bumped into her earlier.
Oddly enough, she wasn't on the list.
So He Yu began to pay attention to people in the same grade as him. After a while, he didn't meet Jiang Mingzhen.
However, with such an eye-catching dress and appearance, it is impossible for her to remain invisible on campus.
At the flag-raising ceremony a few weeks later, the principal announced that the sanitation in the campus was the best, and the class that won the "civilized class" pennant. The health committee members of those classes, as representatives, came to the stage to accept the award.
He Yu heard classmates whispering around.
"Hey, hurry up in the stands, there is a new general in the campus ghost story."
"Which one?"
"He's from Class 4, Senior 1, nicknamed Sadako."
"Pfft, it's ugly. You are well-informed, you know all the news about the first year of high school."
"My sister is in their class, and that girl is really amazing."
"Our school doesn't have a rule to wear a school uniform, but it's too exaggerated for her to wear a princess dress to class?"
He Yu, who was distracted, looked towards the flag raising platform because of the keywords they mentioned.
Princess dress…
It really was Jiang Mingzhen.
Even standing in the last row of the class, He Yu found her at the first sight.
A pink princess dress with a denim jacket. The skirt was stretched wide and fluffy by the flesh of her body, and two round and thick white legs like pillars were exposed under the skirt, on a pair of too tight leather shoes.
Her eccentric flamboyance made her stand out from the crowd.
Ordinary students try to keep themselves clean and tidy, but she is the only one who dresses up as a big festive cake.
There were thousands of pairs of eyes watching from the audience, and the student representatives of the award-winning class held the pennant in a low-key manner, trying to stand back as much as possible to reduce their sense of existence. Jiang Mingzhen did the opposite. She took the pennant and happily held it on her chest with both hands to show it to everyone. In the first row where no one was standing, she stood in the middle, occupying two big seats.
"Fang Jianjie."
The male classmate who was chatting with someone was called by name.
"Ah, He Yu? What's wrong?"
He asked him bluntly: "You said, she is from Class 4, Grade 1?"
"The one in the princess dress?"
He Yu nodded.
It's a little strange that He Yu would care about gossip, but Fang Jianjie still said frankly: "Yes, she is in the same class as my sister, nicknamed Sadako, ugly hahaha."
"Why do you call her Sadako?"
How could he understand so clearly, and guessed by himself: "Probably because, she is ugly like a ghost?"
It turned out to be a freshman in high school, He Yu thought: No wonder he didn't find her on the list.
According to her age, she should have been in the same grade as him.
Why was it repeated for two years
At first, He Yu himself didn't realize that he really wanted to talk to Jiang Mingzhen.
On Friday, he routinely goes to the studio to paint.
Glancing at the alarm clock in front of the classroom, it was time, and he began to prepare to pack his painting tools.
"Why do you leave early recently?" My friend finally couldn't help asking He Yu.
"Yes," more than one person noticed He Yu: "You used to leave at 45 minutes, but these days you leave at 15 minutes. What's the matter?"
He Yu was stunned for a moment.
He thought he just wanted to leave early.
Choose fifteen minutes...
Well, actually he knew.
The schedule of the third year of high school is different from that of the first year of high school. The first year of high school is 15 minutes after school.
Sighing, He Yu sat down again: "I'll draw for a while."
"Don't," his friend felt that he was talking too much: "We just asked you casually, and we didn't mean to ask you to stay."
His eyes were focused on the drawing paper, and the young man's beautiful eyes were indifferent.
"Nothing, I thought about it, nothing important."
I haven't met Jiang Mingzhen in the past few days since I left early, besides, she doesn't remember him anymore, does she
Which class she was in, she was in the first year of high school, and the nickname she was given...what does it have to do with him
More than ten years ago, what did he care about the friendship that was not considered friendship as far away as kindergarten? Unbelievable.
On the side, the people watching He Yu's eyes saw that he calmed down to draw again, and their eyes shifted to his drawing board.
"God rewards the food, it's just different."
After looking at his, and then looking back at my own, I immediately noticed the difference.
"I have studied and learned the technique carefully, but I still lack aura. It can't compare to his careless strokes."
On this day, He Yu painted until the studio was empty before leaving the campus.
Most of the students have gone home, and only a few shops around the campus are still open.
He went to a small store to buy a bottle of mineral water. When the store was giving change, a group of people from the opposite street pushed open the door of the store. The wind chime on the door jingled, accompanied by the laughter of the girls.
Following the prestige, He Yu saw Jiang Mingzhen.
She has a tutu skirt and a shiny headband. She is holding a colorful book in her hand, and a star poster is tucked under her armpit.
"I'm going to stay up late tonight to watch the full episode to catch up with your progress." Jiang Mingzhen's voice was loud and recognizable.
"Well, read it quickly, you will understand us after reading it. The gentle type is completely inferior to the black-bellied type. We prefer the male lead, but Xiao Lin prefers the second male lead." The girl walked behind arm in arm , Jiang Mingzhen walked ahead of everyone.
"Really? Then I might also like the second male lead better. Gentleness is my style, hahaha."
Jiang Mingzhen held her face in her hands, with an expression of nympho. The deliberate voice seemed to be fished out of sugar water, so sweet and greasy that it was stretched into a thread.
When they were far away, He Yu came out of the small shop.
He glanced at the shop that Jiang Mingzhen came out of. It was a shop that mainly sold idle books.
There are romance novels, celebrity peripherals, and things that girls like that have nothing to do with studying. They are wrapped in exquisite packaging and sold at expensive prices.
He Yu suddenly felt lost.
Jiang Mingzhen's phrase "stay up late to watch the complete episode" still rings in his ears, and he can't help but be prejudiced, contemptuous in his heart: Oh, no wonder she was held back for two years.
Not coming home from school, wandering outside, and thinking about meaningless things.
She was spoiled by her family when she was a child, with a protective cover of "young". Now that I am older, I still lack discipline and have no progress.
He Yu is glad that he was not recognized by Jiang Mingzhen, or he asked her to talk about the old days when he was a child.
They belonged to two worlds.