Like every time Yun Jin faced his provocation angrily, and then turned away indifferently, looking at her stiff back, Cheng Zheng's eyes had a moment of disappointment. She leaned hard against his desk and made his handwriting of auxiliary lines in the geometry workbook turn into a parabola, but at the time he only noticed the ends of her hair hanging on his desk. "Xi Su didn't comb his hair, his silk hair was draped over his shoulders, and he stretched out on his lap, where is he not pitiful." Language is not Cheng Zheng's strong point, but he was terribly frightened by these words in his mind. Jump, so he had to say something bad to break this weird thought. He mocked her for being stupid, she was obviously angry, but she still resisted ignoring him. Cheng Zheng, you screwed up again, you are obviously just expecting her to say: "Can you teach me..." Just like other girls, looking at you expectantly. But she never said it, and he knew she wouldn't say that. This girl who likes to purse her lips tightly and be silent like a shadow always keeps her head down. In fact, Su Yunjin has a pair of beautiful eyes. If it wasn't for that day, he would never have found out... That day, he and a few Ziyi in the second year of high school were "letting the wind" in the aisle in front of the classroom, and Ziyi asked him, "Azheng, you choose the text Or choose science?" He replied casually, "... nonsense, of course I choose science, who doesn't know that only girls who study hard and poor students who can't get along will study liberal arts...". Then he saw a girl who had lowered her head and walked in front of them, suddenly turned her head a few steps ahead, and looked directly in their direction. Her expression was very special, her fair face was a strange blushing, and she had dark, dark eyes. There seemed to be two clusters of fire burning inside, and the whole person was incredibly vivid. This was Cheng Zheng's first time looking at a girl seriously, but her eyes didn't stop at him, she quickly turned around, still kept her head down and walked away.
"Hey, who was that girl just now?" He pushed the fader wing, and after a while, the wing looked in the direction he pointed, "Who is it, who is it?" He then looked in the direction where she walked. , I only saw a few slapstick boys in the next class, and then the school bell rang.
That night, the two clusters of fire in those eyes burned Cheng Zheng repeatedly in his dreams. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he found that his pants were cold and sticky. Seventeen-year-old Cheng Zheng cursed in a low voice as he went to wash. , was at a loss.
From then on, he started to look for the figure unconsciously while standing in the aisle after class, but he didn't see her until the end of the second year of high school. It was not until the third grade of high school that he realized that he was sitting in the same classroom with her. How absurd, I searched for her among the students in the same school uniform like a drop in the ocean. I didn't expect that she was just a classmate in the next class of his same grade, and before he met her, he had no impression of her at all.
Soon, Cheng Zheng realized that it made sense that he hadn't discovered such a person before. This girl used to shrink herself into a pale gray shadow, habitually pursed her lips tightly, and lowered her eyes. It is silent, making it easy to ignore her existence, and she also ignores the existence of others, including him. She never appeared on the court where the girls cheered for him; he deliberately walked past her seat countless times, and she didn't even shake the ends of her hair for him, and sometimes he would rather patiently listen to those few who were not even offside The clear girl was talking about football, hoping she could take a look at the lively discussion scene, but she still didn't.
Cheng Zheng resisted in his heart that he cared too much about Su Yunjin, she was just one of the "Xiaofang" in the mouths of Ziyi and the others. On a certain occasion where the boys were talking secretly, a boy inadvertently mentioned, "Actually, Su Yunjin is quite good to dress up." He almost immediately responded, "It's also good to dress up a sow." They all said that he didn't like Su Yunjin very much. In fact, only he knew that he didn't like other boys commenting on her, just like he didn't like his secret treasure being watched by others.
So, every day in the classroom he forced himself to ignore her while expecting her attention. Until the day when she adjusted the seat, she hesitated to take the seat in front of him, Cheng Zheng's heartbeat was so fast that he felt ashamed, so he pretended to be buried in the stack of books, but his mind was blank. He didn't like girls sitting near him, it was noisy and troublesome. Even Meng Xue, who had always had a good relationship with him, offered to sit in the front row of him, but he ran away viciously, but Su Yunjin was an exception. He was even afraid of his eagerness when he raised his head. will scare her away. When Ziyi shouted that sentence, he was so embarrassed that he said something that stabbed her without thinking. When she looked at him angrily, her whole body was burned alive with anger, and it also made him upset. There was a kind of masochistic joy in his heart. Only in this way would she notice his existence, and only in this way would she focus on watching follow him. So he became accustomed to looking for her fault, and he would rather be hated by her than be ignored by her.
Su Yunjin, Su Yunjin, Cheng Zheng liked this name, and there was a lingering taste between his lips when he spit it out. But why, she burned his world ablaze, but she remained calm