my sunshine

How would you rate high school life?Hard-working kids may just be doing their homework late into the night.Most people forget the time and the knowledge points that they just let me recite the day before yesterday, and only remember the faces of the teachers who hate iron and steel. The atmosphere in Class 4 has also become more and more depressing.The students seemed to be rooted in their seats, waiting to germinate.

It's uncomfortable to go on like this, so Xing Siyu bought Ping An fruit for his classmates before Christmas Eve, which is a big apple wrapped in floral paper, thinking of comforting everyone.

"Ah, thank you." "Thank you monitor." "Wow, monitor is so handsome."

There were voices of thanks coming from all directions, and Yang Ping touched the ring, "He hasn't thanked me for helping him move the apples yesterday... Sure enough, I should say thank you."

"Your." Xing Siyu shook Yang Ping's table and dropped a small, black object.

Uh... where's the apple?What about the packaging?What's this?Why am I different?Am I not from my class?Yang Ping picked up the black thing and looked at it, then let go of it with a "snap", and the thing rolled back onto the table.

"Brother? I don't have any apples?"

Xing Siyu, who was still handing out apples, didn't look back, and said coldly, "Help me save money. It's also good if it's plum cakes."

What good?What is plum cake?Yang Ping looked at the black thing that was as big as a fingernail, and twitched the corners of her mouth.

After a while, Xing Siyu came back in a circle.

"Look, it's a candied fruit. It looks like a biscuit. It's so good. The dean gave it to me this morning. I didn't eat it, so I kept it for you. Don't you like this kind of thing?" Xing Siyu picked He raised his eyebrows, turned and left.

Dean?The image of the unsmiling curly-haired aunt eating plum cakes slowly appeared in her mind. Yang Ping silently wrapped the plum cakes into a paper towel, held them into a ball, and threw them into the trash can far away...

Yang Ping, who originally wanted to recite something, couldn't read books at all.

"Hey, you can see, Yang Ping has a good relationship with the squad leader." There were whispers coming from behind, the voice was lowered as much as possible, but it was still very clear.Thinking that she couldn't memorize the books anyway, it's better to listen to what they were saying, so Yang Ping tilted her head back slightly and pricked up her ears.

"So what?"

"So, you can ask Yang Ping what the monitor likes?"

Xing Siyu's preferences?How would I know that he doesn't play games or do sports, but he likes to listen to music every day, and it has to be in English.

"Ask him if he likes small animals?"

Small animals?He did say he liked gannets better than swans, without knowing why.Are geese small?

"Ask him if he wants to follow the stars?"

Hmm... Among the male stars, he likes Guo Degang the most.

"Go and ask."

"No, why did he tell me, and it's very strange to ask."

Maybe if I tell you, you also think I'm talking nonsense, and it will be even weirder then.

"Can you say that you like the monitor?"

"Be quiet..."

What?Yang Ping leaned forward in shock.He picked up his water glass, pursed his lips, and glanced back quietly.

Two short girls stared at each other with wide eyes, one seemed a little unhappy, and the other was flushed, so red, so red that Yang Ping felt familiar.

"I know everything, so what, the monitor doesn't necessarily like me."

"Didn't you see that he smiled? Take a look at your wrapping paper powder again. Is it different? Well, he should give something different to the person he likes, and if he understands your Likes, he doesn't like who do you like? Don't you like pink?"

Yang Ping suddenly felt her heart skip a beat.He held up the already empty water glass and continued to swallow.

"I knew I wouldn't throw it away." Yang Ping looked at the trash can in the distance, and leaned on the table again.

Does this count as being different?what to do?I also became curious to know.What do you think big brother...

Since when did I become, so strange.