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Tong Chunxia thought about it seriously, but remembered what Lao Liu had said to her just now.
He said Tong Chunxia, ??your family is average and your grades are not good, so don't approach Duan Yanqiu. The first love in school is beautiful, but in the real world, you will always be on the weak side.
He said that there is no problem in submitting Duan Yanqiu's grades to Qingbei, even if he likes it right now, but the gap between the two is too big, how long can the liking last.
I have to say that Lao Liu has a very poisonous mouth, and with a few words, he strangled all the hazy and ungerminated feelings in Tong Chunxia's heart.
"The teacher said you were wrong, so you are wrong, why bother to compete with the teacher." Tong Chunxia replied in such a casual manner.
"Okay, if you love to admit your mistakes so much, admit my share too."
Tong Chunxia was furious, pursed his lips, and did not speak.
The minds of the boys and girls are hazy and fragile, there seems to be a layer of tulle between them, but no one wants to pierce it.
The younger you are, the more difficult it is for you to express your love. It seems that after saying a word of liking, he throws away his helmet and armor, losing all his dignity.
Tong Chunxia didn't even know why he was angry.
But there was an inexplicable evil rushing to my heart.
She continued to bury her head in a fit of anger, brushing, not knowing what she was writing.
Duan Yanqiu saw her writing and drawing all day long. He wanted to remind her to attend the class several times, but he couldn't help but give up.
During the evening self-study, Tong Chunxia handed him an envelope, and said with some anger: "I wrote it for you, just copy it."
Duan Yanqiu opened the envelope and saw that it was filled with a piece of A4 paper. Tong Chunxia's handwriting was very scribbled, quite cursive, and it didn't look like a girl's handwriting at first glance.
He only took a quick scan, and saw a few words in it, "I promise that I will not have any relationship with Tong Chunxia beyond that of my classmates, and I promise that I will not have any contact with Tong Chunxia in private"
Duan Yanqiu's complexion was unprecedentedly ugly.
The knuckles of his hand holding the corner of the paper were raised and slightly white.
Tong Chunxia only felt that his voice was very deep, "Did you write these things to fool Lao Liu, or did you really think so in your heart?"
Tong Chunxia thought about it seriously, "Don't worry, I won't affect your study, and I will try my best to do what is written in the guarantee book."
"Try to do it?" Duan Yanqiu stared at her with an inexplicable look in her eyes, and then smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'm really relieved."
Tong Chunxia was suddenly a little afraid to speak at this moment.
She originally wanted to use this to draw a clear line between the two. Duan Yanqiu is so smart, she can't fail to guess what she is thinking.
After a long time, Duan Yanqiu said softly: "Tong Chunxia, ??sometimes I really don't know whether you are stupid or bad."
Duan Yanqiu threw down such a sentence, then folded the letter of guarantee she had written for him into a ball, drew a beautiful parabola in the air, and then precisely landed it in the trash can.
Tong Chunxia watched helplessly, neither refuting nor responding.
But for a moment, she felt as if she had also been thrown into the trash can by Duan Yanqiu.
She just stayed there, her eyes darkened.
She may know what Duan Yanqiu is angry about, but she can only pretend not to understand.
There are some things in this world that she really can only think about, and that's enough.
? If there are too many wishes, life will be very tiring.
Thinking about it now, that should be the first quarrel between her and Duan Yanqiu. It's just that he has a youthful temperament, and even chooses the silent way when he gets angry and quarrels.
She listened to Duan Yanqiu's chicken soup.
It's not how impassioned or exciting Duan Yanqiu's words are, but his statement that she deserves a better life.
No one had ever said anything like that to her.
No one ever knew what kind of road she took. No one ever knew how difficult the road she walked was.
But he said to himself, she deserves a better life.
Accompanied by the vigorous senior year swearing-in meeting, Xu Shi was infected by the atmosphere, and for the first time Tong Chunxia actually had the idea of ??studying seriously.
She plunged into her studies without even having time to think about Duan Yanqiu.
Obviously he was sitting next to her, but what kind of emotion he was, did she still hate herself, how long had it been since the two of them had spoken, she gradually didn't care.
Life in the third year of high school is very fulfilling, but it is also extremely boring. Every day is like military training, three points and one line, except for classrooms and cafeterias are dormitories.
She bought a flashlight, and turned the time of reading comics under the quilt every night into reading math problem sets and so on. She reads earlier than anyone else.
Everyone thought that Tong Chunxia, ??a senior in the No. 1 Middle School in the city, turned his head around overnight and entered the sea as soon as he entered the school.
By the time Tong Chunxia realized that he hadn't spoken to Duan Yanqiu for a long, long time, it was already November.
The weather was getting colder, and the sweater could no longer keep out the cold, so she put on a thick coat, and when she was in the dormitory, she stumbled upon the question that Duan Yanqiu had told her in the gazebo.
That evening Yanqiu's gentle voice suddenly echoed in his ears.
Gentle as water, mixed with the aroma of October osmanthus, strand by strand, seems to be entwined into a ball in the bottom of my heart.
She remembered his eyes, as bright as stars in the sky, as if the Milky Way had fallen into his eyes, flickering with cold light.
The boy's breath was faintly present, as if it was right next to his ears, even a little itchy.
Chun Xia suddenly woke up. When he came back to his senses, he stared at the piles of test papers and exercise books on the desk in front of him in a daze.
Duan Yanqiu is arrogant and will not look back, but right now he is still thinking about spring and autumn, just like an ancient scholar who is full of benevolence, righteousness and morality behind his back.
However, it is also very good. After letting Duan Yanqiu hang out like this for a while, he naturally let it go.
How can there be such a long-term love in this world.
When I raised my eyes, I realized that the sky outside was dim, and the sun was shining everywhere, and the hour hand on the table pointed to five o'clock.
In the spring and summer of the third year of high school, I seldom went home, and even on Sundays, I mostly stayed in the dormitory.
Right now, only she and another girl are left in the dormitory, which is empty.
When she came back to her senses, she realized that she had been sitting all afternoon, and she couldn't help being hungry, so she grabbed a scarf and left the cafeteria.
Passing by the basketball court, there was the sound of a basketball landing in his ears. Tong Chunxia remembered that Duan Yanqiu likes to play basketball, so he subconsciously raised his eyes to look.
Unexpectedly, by coincidence, I happened to see a large group of people on the basketball court, all boys from the school team. Duan Yanqiu was outstanding in the crowd, and he was seen from a distance.
He was at halftime, sweating, wearing only a No. 23 black vest in the early winter weather.
He was half bowed, as if he was exhausted from running for half the time, and there was a girl standing beside him. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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