Your second story is coming, the content is from netizens, and it's also super sweet!
I was a boy at the same table, and I studied very well, much better than me anyway.
I was admitted to the experimental class from the ordinary class, and the grades were in the middle and lower class.
There were more than two thousand of us in our grade, and I was in the top fifty of his grades at the same table, and my best one was more than one hundred and twenty years old.
Our class teacher transferred the two of us together, probably thinking that he could take me to study, but the class teacher's wish was disappointed.
At the beginning, I sat down at the same table and was very friendly, and there was nothing to stuff me with small snacks and give me candy.
Every time he gave me something to eat, I felt like he was emitting a holy light, like an angel with wings behind him
I remember one lunch break, our school was in the class lunch break, after eating came back to sleep for an hour.
I was the kind that would die of sleeplessness in the afternoon, so I took a small step back to the teaching building after eating, sat down on a chair and prepared to sleep
(I'm not a pig!) Although I have also complained about our school system, how it is to sleep after eating, but I still sleep soundly. ）
I sat down in my chair and got ready to sleep, and I was back at the same table by this time.
He came back earlier than I did, and he was writing while I was sitting in my chair.
I didn't talk to him either, I came back late, the curtains were drawn in the class, and the students in our class were lying on the table ready to go to bed, and they were not ready to talk to him and went straight to sleep.
I closed my eyes and brewed sleepiness when I heard a voice in my ear asking me
"Did you write your homework today?"
His voice was very small, and he was afraid of disturbing other people's sleep, and the hot breath was right next to my ear, and I felt my brain explode.
In the dim classroom, everyone was lying on the table, and the people who had returned from the back door also carefully entered through the back door, paced to their positions, sat down, and then fell asleep.
No one noticed on our side, and I felt a rapid beating from my heart.
Spitting that I didn't point out, people don't just talk to me about this heartbeat, so that I think I can hear my heartbeat at the same table.
I was stunned for a moment and whispered to him
"No, get ready to write in the afternoon."
Then he turned his head away and didn't look at him, oops.
I was ready to calm myself down for a while and sleep well, but I found that I couldn't calm down, and I twisted my head to this side for a while, and then I twisted it again, as if I was uncomfortable lying on my stomach.
He poked me in the shoulder again, still in a voice that could only be heard by both of us
"Clothes for you, so it's more comfortable to lie on your stomach."
I let out a muffled snort, and before I could speak, I straightened up to see him fold his coat on my desk, the movement was so small that it was almost silent, and I was carefully afraid of disturbing others sleeping.
After folding the clothes, he patted his hands up to make them more flat. Then whispered, "Sleep." ”
I didn't respond to him either, lying directly on the clothes he had folded for me.
I lay on the clothes he had folded for me, my heartbeat just couldn't calm down, I gently smelled his clothes, there was no faint smell of smoke on other boys, some were just the smell of washing powder, faint, not fragrant.
If I hadn't sniffed it carefully, I wouldn't have smelled it. It was quiet, with only the barely audible rustling sound of writing.
I know, it's him.
Eyes closed, not yet asleep. I remembered the sound of his voice in my ear just now, the sound of breathing. Remembering his earnest and gentle folding of clothes, his hair looking soft and short.
Just thinking about it, I fell asleep in a short while.
As soon as the bell rang at the end of my nap, I was just about to look up and realize that something was wrong.
I'm like... Drooling...
As soon as I raised my head, I saw a small dark mark on the dark blue school uniform, and some saliva hanging from the corner of my mouth. At this time, I looked up and drew the wire.
I quickly tugged at a few pieces of paper in my desk pocket and wiped the corners of my mouth and his school uniform.
My mouth was wiped clean, but I looked at the small wet patch left on my school uniform. I don't know what to do.
He hurriedly slipped his school uniform into my desk pocket before my table mate found out, preparing to sneak a peek at my table to see if it was found.
As soon as he turned his face, he looked at him, and he seemed to see all my small movements. Looking at me suddenly smiled,
"It's all right, give it to me, I don't hate you."
I looked at his smiling face, and my heart began to thump again. , how I didn't find out before, this goods laughed so... Hook people!
Two small tiger teeth exposed outside, looking particularly comfortable... Hook people again.
"No way! Dirty, I'll take it back to you to wash it, and I'll give it to you tomorrow morning. ”
It's summer, and I can't use the school uniform coat, mainly because I don't want him to see my puddle of water marks, I'm also a fairy, I also have idol baggage.
He didn't refuse,
"Okay, they all said they wouldn't abandon you. But since you want to wash my clothes so much, then you can take it back, remember to wash it well."
I suddenly felt that he was not so handsome, and I was tempted to die.
"Who wants to wash your clothes, neurosis!" Phew. ”
He obviously meant something else, so I didn't let him do as he pleased, ahem.
He saw that I was about to be annoyed, so he handed me a piece of paper.
"Whoops, atonement."
What was written on this paper was the homework he had asked me before, and the font was very beautiful and beautiful. Anyway, it's much better than my writing. Written below my name.
I took the piece of homework and couldn't help but sigh
"China is a good table!" Hahaha! ”
Later we always talked in class, and he asked me about things on the table with a pencil, and I also wrote in pencil on the desk to answer him. When it comes to funny, we still laugh secretly.
However, it was not right to always talk about small talk in class, and it was not long before we were told to go to the class teacher by the classroom teacher.
The class teacher also looked at me unfavorably, he obviously let me take me to the same table to improve, and as a result, I also brought his good students to ruin.
Then he called the two of us to the office, warned us not to talk to class in the future, and asked me to take me to the same table.
We didn't talk much in class anymore, but he would still bring me good food, sugar or something. I always teased him, a big boy always has some sugar in his pocket.
The words he replied to, I will still be very impressed when I think about it now.
"No way! Some people always have low blood sugar and do not eat breakfast. No one will help you if you faint one day. ”
Yes, I always don't like to eat breakfast, because I am a day student, so I can skip breakfast at school, and I can go to school in the morning.
Before I would get up early to go to the canteen for breakfast, now that the weather is hot and lazy, I simply sleep until I go to school early, and I will not eat breakfast.
But not eating breakfast was very harmful, at that time we were not long at the same table, that day between classes to run exercises, when I came back I sat in my place.
My eyes were black, my body was not a little strong, I immediately saw that I was wrong at the same table, and made a report with the teacher to help me go to the school clinic.
When he mentioned it to me later,
"At that time, I was scared to death, and I thought you were wrong, my face was as white as paper, and you ignored me when I talked to you, and I almost fainted when I saw you."
Since then he's always brought me something to eat, sometimes bread, sometimes some of my favorite snacks, and a bottle of yogurt that doesn't move.
Also since then, he's always had sugar in his pocket, lots and lots of sugar, and give me one in a moment.
Sometimes when we had self-study classes, he would give me a candy and he ate one himself. We ate candy and wrote our homework together.
Then we were pulled apart, on a hot afternoon.
We wear sports shorts and shorts in physical education class, and it has not been long since we have been notified. That afternoon was also the first time we wore shorts to pes gym class.
It was a particularly hot day, and I watched as the glare of sunlight sprinkled on us and sprinkled on him.
He had just finished playing basketball, sweating profusely, and threw my ball at me with a call of my name, asked me to bring it back to his class, and he went to wash his face with cool water.
I took the ball back to work with both of us, put it on the back basketball hoop and walked back to position.
Before I could sit down, I suddenly saw a pair of hands behind my legs, almost touching my legs, and I quickly hid.
As soon as I looked back, I saw the boy sitting at my back table (hereinafter referred to as Wei Classmate) and the class teacher next to him who looked like he was going to go crazy.
I chuckled and thought something might go wrong. Sure enough, the class teacher called me and Wei to the office.
Asking me what was going on with the two of them, I could see that the class teacher was holding back his anger. In fact, I myself am very ignorant and do not know what is going on.
The Wei classmate next to me made a sound at this time
"Teacher, I see a hair on her shorts and want to take it off for her."
I almost understand what's going on now, but it's different from what Wei said. Wei is a black and thin boy, usually very good at playing, very good for all girls, we call this kind of person "central air conditioning".
I had a bad impression of him because just before we had pe-up class, the last one was history class, and I was going to the toilet to change clothes before history class.
Because there will be a lot of people changing before the physical education class, I was already very inkblot, so I went to change it one class in advance.
After I came back, Wei Classmate, who was sitting behind me, looked at my legs and said wow, oh, so white.
I listened to this sentence and felt very diaphragm, maybe because of his reckless gaze on my legs, or maybe because of his flirtatious tone.
I just felt bad.
"Shut up your ass!"
I sat down directly in my place, and then I put his coat on my table with me
"Cover your legs."
My little heart seemed to be hit by his gentleness and carefulness again. I don't think about the person who made me diaphragm anymore.
Looking back on it, I was a fool who didn't understand what was going on. I looked at Wei Classmate standing next to me, and I felt sick in my heart that I had never felt before.
After listening to Wei's explanation, the class teacher didn't look so angry. I wasn't ready to ask me what was going on, and it seemed to her that I obviously didn't know what was going on.
I wanted to tell the class teacher that this was not the case, he actually wanted to touch my leg, and I avoided it. But no, No, No matter how bad Wei was in my eyes, he was very pleasing to the class teacher.
In the eyes of the teacher, he was a good student, his grades were much better than mine, and he seemed to be much more honest than me.
I looked at the way the class teacher trusted Wei classmates very much, and felt that there was a tube of blood in my chest, and I couldn't swallow it, and I couldn't spit it out. I could only stand by the side silently, and let the class teacher say something that was different between men and women.
I thought it was over, but it didn't.
The class teacher took the two of us into the class again, let Wei talk about the incident again, and then transferred my seat to a corner of the class.
A window-by-window, self-contained, single-table position.
After a long wait the class teacher finished, then I walked numbly back to my position and began to pack my things.
I could feel the fiery gaze coming from my table, and I could see his expression of wanting to say something and stopping, and I avoided his concerned eyes. Silently, he began to pack his things.
There was no sound in the class at the moment, and I didn't know how many people were watching me.
I still can't forget the feeling of shame, as if I had stripped naked and stood in front of everyone. My grievances, shame, discomfort and reluctance were infinitely magnified.
I bit my lower lip and refused to make a sound. My self-esteem doesn't allow me to cry.
"I'll help you."
A familiar voice sounded in the ear, which seemed extremely abrupt in such a quiet moment.
I finally couldn't help but sob, and the tears fell without answering the call, dripping on the language book on my desk, clear and profound.
I didn't want him to see it, so I quickly stuffed the book in the drawer. He shouldn't have seen it, and carried my desk to the window.
Yes, good lighting.
This anachronistic idea popped into my head. Looking at the tall, thin boy in front of me, he was helping me carry the table.
I moved my stool in the back, watched him put the table away, and then borrowed the stool in my hand and put him away.
When he was about to return to his position, he glanced at me and just happened to be looking at me. I looked at the teenager in front of me, and the grievances in my heart all ran out, and tears filled my eyes.
Holding back the cry, I whispered to him
"Thank you."
He ignored me and went straight back to his position. That location I was so familiar with, but at the moment, there was no one next to me.
I didn't see his clenched hands, nor did I hear a nearly inaudible sound from him
"Goodbye."
After I watched him go, I fell to my stool as if he had been drained of all his strength.
Ignoring the somewhat curious glances that sneaked over, I lay on the table and buried my head between my arms.
Later, my table mate, now the former table has also changed places.
He sat down in the big group in front of me (the three vertical columns were a big group).
Behind my position was the wall, and above the wall was a rectangular mirror that stood upright, not much bigger.
He always likes to come here to look in the mirror after every class, except for going to the toilet.
I also teased him, I have never seen you so narcissistic before.
He didn't get back to me either. Or come every day.
We didn't do it together, but we all tacitly didn't mention it that afternoon.
But the only thing that surprised me was that Wei classmate, the next day in the class, saw him with a wound on his face, and when he saw me, he was also hiding.
A few days after I switched positions, a note appeared on the table with three words written on it.
"I'm sorry."
Subconsciously, I thought it was given to me by Classmate Wei.
The days passed. I was still sitting in that position, not at the same table.
It's almost time for the final exam, and after this exam we will be divided into classes. We're going to the ninth grade.
I thought we were going to miss it that way, and we parted ways after the ninth grade was divided.
Like at this age, how can it be taken seriously. Maybe after the exam and the summer vacation, I will forget my liking for him.
Forget it all and get it clean.
But I don't want to, I really like him.
I decided to confess to him after the final exam, regardless of the outcome. I'm going to tell him I like him. Loved it.
……
The afternoon of the exam.
I happily returned to the class and saw him sitting silently in his place.
At odds with the joy around me, I wondered.
Sitting at the same table as him,
"What's wrong? How can it be so decadent? ”
I thought he didn't do well.
He turned his face around and looked at me.
I couldn't see his emotions. I only felt my heart beating again.
He laughed suddenly.
The smile is bright and sunny. Laughter reached my heart.
My heart was beating faster. I don't know if my face is blushing.
"It's all right. Not so how do you pay attention to me. ”
"Poof"
Childish is not childish.
I was amused by him.
I went back to my place to pack up my things and listened to the class teacher explain some things.
The two of us walked out of the teaching building together.
When I got to the door of the girls' dormitory, he returned the bag he had brought for me.
We all had to go back to the dormitory to sort out our things and then go home.
"Bye bye!"
I cheerfully saw him again.
I was getting ready to leave and enter the dormitory.
He suddenly came over and hugged me.
Hold it very tightly.
I was stunned and let him hold it.
"Goodbye!"
I listened to him say goodbye.
My heart was blocked fiercely.
I quickly pushed him away and joked
"What's going on?" It's like you're going to die tomorrow with cancer. ”
I felt uneasy.
He stood, smiled, and looked at me.
"I didn't have cancer."
"Let's go."
On the day of receiving the notice after the final exam. I came to the class with a nervous feeling and glanced at his seat.
Not there.
I silently complained in my heart that he was still late today.
And I felt weak for what I was going to do next.
I want to confess today! Come on girl!
Added oil to yourself.
Then walked to his seat.
Saw a letter on my desk.
Nicely packaged letter.
After opening it, I saw the word I was familiar with.
Is my favorite word of his.
: I like you, I like it.
You are a fool, almost being taken advantage of by others will not refute, will only suffer losses.
I beat up the bad guy and he'll never bother you again.
Actually, I'm not narcissistic and I don't like to look in the mirror. Just because you're sitting there, I want to go find you.
I was going to confess to you before the exam.
But my mom and dad are divorced, and I'm going to follow my dad to another city.
We can't be together.
I'm leaving, don't think too much about me
Goodbye, fool.
——
I looked at the letter and struggled to digest every word in it.
I wanted to hold back my crying, but I couldn't help it.
I ran into the bathroom and locked the cubicle door of the toilet.
Cry out loud inside.
He's gone.
It turned out that his goodbye was really what I understood.
I'll never see him again.
Later, he really disappeared into my life.
I still study as usual and make friends.
But my heart was always empty.
Others illegally fill in.
So people say,
At a young age,
Don't meet people who are too stunning.
otherwise
It's hard to fall in love with someone else anymore