midsummer restlessness

Wang Junkai helped her to the infirmary.

After a simple bandage, the school doctor told her to take care of her for a while and try to avoid walking for a while.

Xia An nodded obediently, and looked at Wang Junkai with narrowed smiling eyes. The latter looked away, pretending not to see it, and sighed in resignation, knowing that this would happen.

So for the next half month, Xia An strictly followed the school doctor's instructions and tried his best to 'avoid walking'. Desk's classmate Wang Junkai will do it for him.

Every time he solves a problem halfway through, what Wang Junkai fears most is the voice from the right with a long tail of "same table~~~~~"

It attracted unanimous stares from the four people at the front and back tables.

"A total of two words made you turn eighteen corners, can you still have fun?"

An Hongdou at the front desk protested dissatisfied.

"Obviously not."

Qiu Hanhan at the back table agreed, "The number of goosebumps on my body increases in direct proportion to the duration of her trailing sound."

"It's still square!"

Wang Yuan, the same table at the back table, added.

"Continuous and differentiable, the kind that can find Nth order."

The tablemate at the front table, Yi Yang Qianxi, summed up.

"It's more than derivable... This guy is simply differentiable."

Wang Junkai complained silently in his heart.

And the person who was criticized by the group obviously didn't care, he still smiled terribly, showing a row of white and neat teeth, and the warm and bright eyes were shining like sunshine.

Wang Junkai sighed resignedly, and he didn't know where the direct and decisive energy when he rejected other girls before was gone. Facing Xia An's obviously conspiratorial smiling face, he seemed unable to complain and refuse.

Maybe it was because she was wounded, after all, it was because of her own injury.

He soothed himself.

However, half a month later, when a wounded man's foot injury was completely fine, and he continued to smile harmlessly and looked at him making various requests, Wang Junkai still failed to refuse.

Too lazy to think about the reason for his stereotyped reaction, Wang Junkai only regards it as a habit of helping others, not to mention the feeling seems to be good.

At that time, he didn't seem to realize that things were developing in an uncontrollable direction.

So I didn't know that in high school, the period when first love sprouted, a casual smile, occasional skin-to-skin contact, and heart-pounding fingertips were enough to make a girl's budding green heart tremble day and night. Sweet flowers bloomed under the watering of the affection called liking, broke through the ground, and spread all over the mountains and plains at an alarming speed.

So after the evening class on a Tuesday, Xia An contributed the first confession in his life on the stone road downstairs of the boys' dormitory. The goal was to get along with Wang Junkai at the same table for half a year.

It was a long-planned operation, and the perpetrators included Wang, Qiu, Yi, An and other four classmates who did not want to disclose their real names.

According to Wang Mou, a person familiar with the matter, it was a dark and windy night for a month.

"The girl came to the downstairs of the male god's dormitory with anxiety and shyness, and bravely shouted her love confession towards the 6th floor! The boy was moved to tears, and ran downstairs to embrace her affectionately."

The boy in the red Mickey Mouse T-shirt sputters at the camera in an almost immersive mood.

"After that, the two happily held hands - went to the canteen for a stroll, and watched the half-night football game on the color TV. Alas, Xiao Qianqian, what was that game about?"

"The Champions League!" The person outside the camera reminded.

"That's right! It's the UEFA Champions League!" The boy slapped his hands and became even more emotional. "Liverpool vs. AC Milan! Let me tell you how amazing the game was! Seeing how cool we are, let me tell you Liverpool is so good (beep)! During overtime—hey, hey, don’t move the camera, I haven’t finished talking yet, turn back to me—”

The camera suddenly hissed and filled the screen with snowflakes, and it became clear again that it was aimed at a girl who was sitting at a desk reading comics.

"What, you ask me why Anzi and Xiaokai are together?"

The girl covered her face in pain with one hand, with an expression of unbearable memories of the past.

"It's a river of scars and blood."

——Please don’t use idioms indiscriminately, and take back your mouthful of Northeast flavor, please use Mandarin to describe.

A girl with an ice cream sitting next to her squeezes into the shot.

"Are you asking how Xia An and Wang Junkai, those two psychopaths, got together? Two finger cakes, as a person who personally participated in this bloody incident, I will tell you from beginning to end, but I want that Kind of with eggs and bacon."

"You have the nerve to say, what did you do that night, I don't have the face to tell others, go as you go, don't block my camera." The girl who read the manga pushed her out disgustedly, and then looked in the mirror at the camera Arranging her hair just as seriously, while frowning as she recalled.

"Let's think about it. If we were officially together, it should have happened the year before last. When we were in the first semester of high school, around May and June, the temperature just started to heat up. That day we had evening self-study, and An Zi was so pissed. I'm going to confess."

"They all dragged us to the downstairs of the boys' dormitory, and then I remembered that I don't know where Xiaokai lives. If I hadn't been carrying an electric fan in both hands, I really wanted to slap her on the head."

"Why do I have to carry an electric fan? It's not Xia An's crazy! He insisted on creating a romantic effect of flowers raining in the sky, and spent half a month's meal money to buy a bunch of roses, saying yes I plan to use an electric fan to blow the petals up when she confesses his love, so that Wang Junkai looks down on the balcony will be very romantic, maybe his brain will break suddenly and he agrees."

"But did you make it? It's all fantasy! That idiot Xia An doesn't even know that Wang Junkai lives in 603! The sixth floor, big sister! Unless a hot air balloon is dragged in and exploded on the spot with airflow Spray the two sacks of roses, otherwise an electric fan will blow up An Hongdou's skirt without leggings, and the two sacks of petals will be safe!"

"The wind is not strong enough to blow the petals off, so I'll admit it! But that idiot Douzi actually blows it upside down with an electric fan! He blows away the wig of the dean who hurried over with a flashlight behind him, damn it!"

Qiu Mou recalled that year and was heartbroken.

"I was messed up in front of the electric fan."

"What's even more exasperating is that guy Xia An actually ran faster than the wig that was blown away by the teaching director! Only Douzi and I were left there stupidly, and when we realized that we were going to run, the director grabbed the collar I was carried back and was fined to write a 1500-word inspection.”

—You wrote it yourself?

"Of course I wrote it myself! When I wrote it, I was completely confused and didn't know what to say. I just played two sentences in a loop in my mind. What the hell am I talking about, what the hell can I talk about. After writing After that, I was in a bad mood. What's even worse is that this little bitch, An Hongdou, asked Mr. Qian to write for her, and she didn't even move a finger! I've already seen that there is something wrong with the two of them—— Uh, An Hongdou, please don't--start, I didn't finish talking, uh-huh."

The girl with the ice cream in her mouth struggled to cover her mouth, while coping with the camera, "Okay, let's change the topic! What? Just this topic. Well, the interview is over, bye."

The screen was blocked by a big hand, and then there was a burst of snowflakes, and the scene switched again.

This time in front of the camera is a sweaty boy in a black vest with a towel around his neck.

"I just finished dancing and I'm going to take a shower. What are you doing? You're holding up a camera with such a wretched expression."

"Confession downstairs. You mean Xia An. I don't know. I wasn't there at the time. I was in the dormitory with Wang Yuaner and Xiao Kai."

The boy wiped his face with a towel and said as he walked.

"But there seems to be such a thing. There was quite a commotion downstairs. I didn't go to see it. Xiaokai and Eryuan seemed to go to the balcony to watch it. After returning to the room, Wang Yuan'er laughed like a convulsion. Ask him what's the matter and he can't speak, just laugh."

He took the key out of his pocket, opened the closet, and took out a set of clean clothes.

"Later? Then Xiaokai grabbed his coat and rushed downstairs. I asked him why you went there and he ignored me. Wang Yuaner said he went to fight the fire. I didn't quite understand what it meant at the time, but I still listened to Douzi From what I told me, it seems that they used electric fans to blow away the director's wig, or what, anyway, except for Xia An, Dou Zi and Han Han were fined to write and check, and I helped write the 1500 for Dou Zi. "

The boy said, closed the cabinet, then walked to the door of the locker room and leaned on one side with his arms folded and looked at the camera.

"I'm going to change clothes, do you want to continue?"

The camera scanned the locker room all the way to the door, and was shut out with the boy's expression of 'you're free'.

The picture Zlazila danced and finally folded into a ray of light and instantly turned black.

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