Ah Ying is not a very beautiful girl, and her figure is not very slim and well-proportioned. At home, my mother always liked to pick on her shortcomings, often satirizing her for being stupid and stupid. Such a Ah Ying is extremely inferior, she always walks silently alone and hides in the corner silently.
Tonight was the first night of her sophomore year of high school, and she looked down at the book as usual. At this time, it was not the teacher but a teenager who stepped onto the stage, and Ah Ying did not want to look up to see the teenager for the first time after the class. She had only heard of him before, and the teenager did not have the kind of bravado of other class cadres on the podium, he was handsome but shy and low-key. He was doing what the teacher had assigned him, and soon came to her desk, where he was sitting in the first row. He carefully ordered the number of people in the group, and she could observe him up close, but he had no idea. She blushed inexplicably, and she had a feeling of excitement.
In the days that followed, he began to pay silent attention to the teenager, and found that he liked to be quiet as much as she was, liked to sit in the classroom during recess and not to go out to play, the same ordinary clothes, wearing a different temperament on him. Once he saw a beautiful girl come up to him on the blackboard newspaper, and he couldn't answer the question, and she thought that he looked even more different from the giggling teenagers. She also wanted to talk to him, but she was a shy and low-key person, there was no suitable place, there was no need to say anything, she did not know how to talk to him. What's more, she never took the initiative to speak to any classmates of the opposite sex in the same class.
Fast forward to the end of her sophomore year of high school, and she is a girl with ideals, but her ideals seem to have nothing to do with survival. She hated the small city she lived in and wanted to go further, or at least to other cities. After the final exam, she was very concerned about her grades and rankings, so she plucked up the courage to go to the class teacher to see the results. Unexpectedly, she found that the teenager was also there, because he wrote well and helped the teacher copy comments. The students who watched the results left one after another, and her ranking this semester did not reach the first place expected, and she was somewhat disappointed. When she found that it was only him and herself, she suddenly plucked up the courage to go forward and pretend to see him write, praising him for writing well. He was surprised but busy saying that there was another classmate in the class who wrote better than him, and this seemingly modest statement seemed to be immodest, and he felt that he was good but only inferior to someone better. When she finished speaking, she ran away nervously and shyly. The next day they met again outside the classroom, and the boy greeted him. She was very happy, but pretended to be very calm.
The second semester of high school holidays could not see his days and she became a little lost. Finally, when the first semester of the third year of high school began, I couldn't see him for several days. Listening to the teacher, his parents' work was transferred to a better city, and he also transferred to a city with a better teaching quality to study. Everyone thinks that he has a good foundation, and the future must be better.
In the days that followed, she never heard anything from him, and if she deliberately inquired, she might know something, but she didn't inquire at all. She did not realize her dream, has been living in her hometown, opened a small tailor shop, and lived a peaceful life.