I don't like summer the most, because I don't want to move, and I sweat very easily when I move.
But the summer vacation is the time when I can see the third master often, so for the sake of true love, I often ask the third master to go to the movies and go shopping together under the sun.
I usually don't exercise well, I often only walk two streets, the third master is still calm, and I have been wiping my face and neck with a tissue.
Once I wiped my face and found that the handkerchief paper was broken, so I asked the third master, "Do you see any scraps of paper on my neck?"
The third master looked down and said, "Oh, a lot."
I raised my head and made a cute smile: "You help me squeeze the confetti off."
The third master nodded: "OK, no problem."
Then he bent down and pinched the scraps of confetti with two fingers. Later, he felt that it was too slow, so he rubbed and swiped with his thumb, and then smiled as he swiped.
I was still putting on a cute smiley face, and asked him suspiciously, "What are you smiling at?"
The third master asked solemnly, "did I laugh?"
I reached out and gestured at the position of his mouth: "Your mouth is grinning to the bottom of your ears."
He was even more happy, and took out my small mirror from my bag, "You can see for yourself."
Then I took a mirror and looked at my neck, and found that the neck has been rubbed red by him. This is not the point, the point is... He rubbed out several white gray rolls!
I smiled awkwardly: "Cough, I just, I just sweat easily, you know, I take a shower every day."
The third master also smiled: "well."
His laugh was the kind of cheap laugh that you don't want to see a second time, as if you had an insight into the big secret that you still wet the bed at seventeen and have been peeing several times in a row.
Being wronged, I turned down his dating invitations for the next week, feeling like I couldn't be a good friend anymore.
10
When I was a freshman, I chose a lot of school elective courses, and when I talked to people, I was very windy. The price of being windy was that I couldn't finish my homework at the end of the semester. Therefore, the end of the semester is usually the peak period for my quarrel with the third master. I will be very stressed and short-tempered. The third master is the main (only) person for help when I am tortured and crazy by the homework of various subjects.
Once there was a school elective course with a bonus assignment, I didn’t remember to do it until the deadline, and I still had a pile of homework on hand, so I had no choice but to call the third master shamelessly.
Me: "Dear, there is a school-selected thesis, which is a bonus item. If it's not too strict, can you help me with it?"
Third Master: "How to do it?"
Me: "It's just that there are a few English literatures. Your English is so good, you'll be able to read them in a while."
Third Master: "Well, what about after reading it?"
Me: "After reading the translation, look up relevant information."
Third Master: "Is this all right?"
Me: "No, you have to sort out these materials and write them into a thesis."
Third Master: "Then what are you doing?"
Me: "Me? I'll call you for help."
The third master was silent for ten seconds.
Me: "Don't you love me anymore..."
The third master turned on the teaching mode: "Baby, you can't do this, you can't learn anything like this."
I turned on the vexatious mode: "Other people have boyfriends, and other people's boyfriends accompany them to go shopping, go to class, and go to the library. If you are with me and check the information with me, I will definitely finish writing it soon, but we have to spend a lot of time. I only meet once a month. I won’t say anything if you can’t accompany me. Long-distance relationships, I know it’s not easy for you, but I’m just making a small request for you to help me with my homework, and you don’t want to. , how can you do this..."
Third Master: "… "
I continued: "Everyone in the dorm has finished writing, they are all playing, watching movies and reading comics, only I haven't finished writing yet, you know it's a lot of pressure, I was going to double major this weekend, and they wrote it on weekends When I was doing my homework, I had to go to class, and when they were playing, I had to do my homework. When they finished, I could only worry here. There was a final exam in two days, and I didn’t review it. I was about to collapse…”
The third master asked, "are you sure you are doing your homework when they play?"
I replied cheekily: "Then I'm tired from class, so I'll sleep a little longer. If I'm sleepy and can't open my eyes, why would my body lie on the bed by myself?"
The third master complained: "You are obviously lying in bed and playing games..."
I was angry: "Anyway, you have so many excuses that you don't want to write to me, do you?"
Third Master: "I have my own business too."
I sneered: "My own business? Are you playing games? Oh, hehe, then you are busy."
The third master was also a little unhappy: "don't do this, let me finish my homework first and then show it to you."
I said ironically: "No need, I don't dare to bother you, I'll see for myself."
Then I was so stressed that the more I thought about it, the more sad I became. I squatted in the corner of the corridor and started crying.
As soon as I cried, the third master compromised: "Why are you crying? I didn't say I wouldn't write it for you. You can read it for yourself for a while, and I'll show you the homework after I finish it."
I sobbed: "You just don't love me anymore, otherwise why would you push three or four."
The third master began to preach again: "you can't solve the problem even if you cry. You can look better when you have this time."
I continued to sob: "Then why didn't you finish your homework earlier, just play Three Kingdoms Killing with them, fight Lu and Lu, or why would you still be doing your homework at this point?"
The third master was silent.
I asked, "Why don't you speak?"
Third Master: "I'm about to collapse too..."
Me: "My paper has to be delivered to the teacher's mailbox before twelve o'clock, (sobbing), I won't tell you, you can do your homework."
The third master was mad: "You said so, do I still dare to do my homework?" He probably looked at the time and said, "It's half past ten now, so next time you want me to write it, it will be earlier. How about half a day?"
I answered rightly, "Hmph, I'm not arguing with you, you can write it to me first, and I'll quarrel with you after I'm done."
The third master threatened: "then you can't turn in your homework."
Before I could answer, he hung up the phone angrily.
At 11:30, he texted me: "The homework has been handed in. I wrote this article in the postscript of the thesis. It was written by Xiaobu's boyfriend. I hope the teacher will give a high score, GOOD LUCK~ Good night."
I was still fighting in the sea of questions, and I broke out in a cold sweat. I quickly opened my mailbox to find the homework I just submitted, but there was no postscript.
I text him: "Liar, scare me!"
Third Master: "Let's add some quarrels to you, arguing, arguing you."
I turned a blind eye to his childish provocation: "It turns out that you can finish writing in an hour. Next time there is such a thing, I can wait until eleven o'clock to find you again."
Third Master: "… "
The original intention of writing this story was to say that the third master had low EQ, but after writing it, I suddenly realized how naive I was at that time. Maybe the relationship that started at the age of 18 was not mature enough, and we still don’t know how to get along at the age of 18. Thank you for this. For many years of our bumps and bumps, thank the third master with low emotional intelligence for being big enough, and thank each other for their tolerance for making this relationship come to the present.
11
Speaking of quarrels, many times the third master asks him to do something because he can't see the situation. He always waits until I get angry before taking action. When I first started dating, when I was angry, he would coax me all kinds of nervousness, and later developed a special pattern.
As long as I'm angry, he'll be angrier than me.
It often ended up being that I walked him down the steps first, and he immediately reconciled with me with a wagging tail.
For example, when I came to my aunt with a stomachache, I was irritable and did something wrong, I would get angry at him and ignore him, and then he was even more angry than me. "What are you angry about?"
He doesn't know what he's angry about, probably because of my attitude, but he can't say such things when he's reconciled, he'll just throw the blame on something irrelevant, "I'm angry with you, auntie!"
I often fry my hair, but he doesn't smooth it out for me, but fry along with it.
There was only one time that I was deeply impressed, and that was probably the time when his emotional intelligence burst out unexpectedly.
At that time, we were vacationing at my sister's house, and my sister's little nephew was scolded by his mother because he didn't clean up his toys after playing. Don't you love me anymore?"
My sister softened and said to him, "Mom loves you, but you have to clean up the toys, or mom will be very angry."
The little nephew went to clean up while crying. From time to time, he looked back at my sister and muttered, "Mom loves me, and my mother loves me when she's angry."
All this was seen by the third master, who was sitting on the sofa and playing with his little nephew with toys but didn't clean it up.
Later, because I overslept with the third master, we delayed our original plan to go to the beach. I said to the third master angrily, "Why didn't you get up!"
That time, the third master didn't say "you don't get up either" to add fuel to the fire, but suddenly hugged me and asked pitifully, "don't you love me anymore?"
I pushed him away, "I don't love you anymore."
He hugged him again, "You lie, you love me, and you love me when you're angry."
That was the first time I felt that having a boyfriend younger than me was as easy as taking a son, but sometimes it seemed to be quite fun. Later, we changed our plan and went to Fengqing Street. The itinerary of eating and eating is much more interesting than going to the beach to bask in the sun!
The author has something to say: There are very few comments in the last chapter. I don’t know if I have done something wrong. Thinking of the embarrassment of falling out of favor when I am so young and beautiful, I feel sad like a soaked towel…
"Disgust" will be submitted to the publishing house for review this Friday. It is said that long comments, points, and the number of comment collections are all reference values, as well as the number of Weibo topic readings and discussions... You can't bully me just because I'm cute... You guys Be nice to me... Those who should write comments should write comments, those who should go to Weibo to post topics, and if they pass the review and wait for the book to go on sale, I will give a special signature to each person in the long review [If you have seen me hit the soul directly Paintings are sure to be heartwarming!
Okay, that's it, I'm going to class with a small schoolbag on my back [I think I'm cute and jump away.