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I breathed a sigh of relief.

how is this possible.

In the morning, I answered He Yuan in the same way.

But compared to my roommate, He Yuan knew me better. After hearing what I said, she raised her eyebrows and smiled with disbelief on her face.

Coco, don't lie to yourself.

After she finished speaking, she sighed, and suddenly raised her head to recall the past.

I still remember high school, the day you told me that you seemed to like Jing Yi.She paused, and added a melancholy expression dedicated to recalling the past: You first said that you are looking forward to Jing Yi's coming to class recently, looking forward to communicating with Jing Yi, and even wanting to touch her a little, as if you like her, but Just after you finished speaking, you explained yourself there again, saying that maybe it was your attachment to Jing Yi, and you liked the existence of such a teacher, but it was not actually a liking.

Her ability to look back on the past is much better than mine, and she suddenly became sad after going back and forth.

She said, during that time, on the one hand, I showed my admiration for Jing Yi, and I was crazy about Jing Yi, but on the other hand, I kept denying that I liked Jing Yi.

Very contradictory.

She is not a psychiatrist, nor is she a confidant big sister. When I said that at the time, she also followed my thoughts, and felt that I was just a habit of Jing Yi at that time, and it would be fine in the future.

Then how did my mind change.She lowered her head and played with the straw, sighed again: Ke Ke, when Jing Yi left, how long were you sad, do you remember?

That part of the past suddenly returned to my memory, which caught me off guard.

I don't know if you really forgot about Jing Yi in the past, but now, just admit it, you like her, and not in a normal way.

This is the last sentence she said when we discussed the topic of Jing Yi.

Later, I forcefully changed the topic, but she didn't force me anymore.

After Zhao Jie sent the picture, he returned the phone to me. I clicked on Jing Yi's WeChat and looked at our boring chat records.

I have read this chat log no less than ten times.

Yeah, how could I not know, I like her again.

Maybe it was the moment when I knew Jing Yi was Jing Yi, maybe it was the moment I saw her in the first English class this semester, or maybe it was the moment I heard her voice again, and all the communications and interactions after that, It makes my heart palpitate very much.

Whether it was the night she didn't call my name, every word I said to her, whether it was the tedious way she taught each class, whether it was the few minutes she cared about me when I fell, whether it was her class. Roll call and asking me to answer questions touched every string in my heart.

She is so gentle, she is so funny, we have been in such close contact, and we have a past that I have always remembered.

It's impossible for me not to like her.

But I don't want to admit that reality is different from fantasy, she is my teacher, we are 6 years apart, we are the same gender, I know that the possibility of us having a good result is very small, so I have been trying to avoid this fact , and even hope that this goodwill will dissipate with time.

I was afraid of getting hurt. I don't want to experience the sadness that He Yuan said again. I was so young at that time, and it was so hard for me to accept her leaving, let alone now.

People who have grown up will not become stronger because of age.

Look at those people who are crazy about love, how old they are, and they can still cry like that.

Everyone knows how painful it is to like an impossible person. The gap between me and Jing Yi is obvious, and I understand all the reasons.

So I have always held a point of view that I don't like her. Even though all the actions in my life have violated this point of view, I still insist on it. I think if I insist on it, then this persistence may become a reality. After all People are always stubborn than themselves.

But it's a pity that I'm still ignorant, I'm still flying to the flame, and I still want to get close to her.

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☆、Chapter 9

The end of the semester came in a hurry, and left in a hurry. After the last subject exam, the study atmosphere in the dormitory that had been shrouded for nearly a month suddenly changed and became very hooligan.

Obviously, I was still discussing the last question of the multiple-choice question a minute ago, but then, unexpectedly, the discussion was too intense. When I was going to get the draft paper, I accidentally tripped over Huang Ye's leg, and almost fell on Zhao Jie's leg. In her arms, the scene of làng romantic idol drama immediately ushered in shouts, Zhao Jie lowered her head and wanted to kiss me, but I stopped her with a slap on the face.

My cell phone rang very subtly. After I stood up, I took it out of my coat. It was a WeChat message from He Yuan.

Zhao Jie said in a strange voice: Looking for a girlfriend.

I made a gesture to hit her, but she laughed and avoided it.

He Yuan didn't look for me, but replied to the message I sent her in the morning, probably because she just saw it after the exam.

After reading it, I put away my phone and prepared to send my roommates away.

Sending roommates away is also something that must be done at the end of each year. Who made me a lowly local.The local people no longer have a proud identity. If you are different from others or have disagreements with others, they will throw xenophobia in your face, making you dumbfounded.In addition, they are so numerous that you cannot resist them.