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The school my mother chose for me was a business school, majoring in international finance, which sounded more advanced, but at that time, I had no idea what to study

of.

One week before the start of school, my father took me to report to school. Because of my failure to go to high school, he has ignored me for two consecutive months. Recently, I have finally eased up with him.

It doesn't matter, I'm naturally very obedient.

It is called registration, but it is actually paying tuition fees, receiving books and registering for accommodation, but this last thing has nothing to do with me. I am a day student, because my parents agree

The environment is complicated, and it is easy to learn bad things, and the fact that I failed to go to high school completely overturned my influence as a good son in their minds, so after discussing, it was decided to let me

Day reading.

In fact, I really don't care, our accommodation is eight people to one room, I rely on, eight boys live together, it stinks to death, I was cleaned up by my mother since I was a child

Clean, comfortable and comfortable, if I really want to do a hundred things by myself, and live with a group of sweaty boys all day long, then I am not far from collapse, so they asked me no

When I can stay, I will say yes.

My mother nodded, expressing her satisfaction for my cooperation, and my father's expression finally began to ease, killing three birds with one stone, why not do it.

I was assigned to the first financial class. I heard that the classification here is based on marks. I was a little proud of myself. I secretly glanced at my father and saw that he didn’t respond, but I should

I am also happy.

The classroom is on the second floor. When we entered, there were already many people inside. Several students surrounded a middle-aged woman in her 50s. She seemed to be the teacher.

The man said: "New students come to me to sign in, get the payment slip and go to the Academic Affairs Office to pay the fee. After paying, send the slip over to pick up the book."

No way, although I hate crowds, there will definitely be more and more people in the future. I saw the opportunity, and I squeezed to the sign-in surface and tried to find my name.

Fei Dan squeezed out from the crowd, already sweating.

"You wait here, I can go alone." My dad handed me a bottle of water, turned around and left with the list.

There are only so many people in a class, and it is conceivable that there must be many people paying the fee. I looked around the classroom and prepared to find a seat to sit down. I don't know how long it will take.

Very naturally, the figure of that person came into view, because in the noisy classroom, everyone was talking in twos and threes, only he was sitting quietly by the window, watching from my eyes.

Looking at him from a different angle, we were right on top of him. There was a distance between us. His face could not be seen clearly. He was thinking about something with his head down. His face was calm and the surrounding

The noise didn't seem to bother him.

He was wearing a very ordinary white short-sleeved shirt. The afternoon sun shone on him, making his figure somewhat unreal. What was he doing?I approached unconsciously, startled

Surprised to find that this person is actually sleeping?In this extremely noisy classroom?

But he is really handsome, and his facial features are so three-dimensional that I forgot to look away for a while.

Gentle and elegant, these four words suddenly popped up in my mind, we are still little kids who don’t understand anything at this age, what kind of temperament and connotation has nothing to do with us, even if some

Introverted and precocious, that is to say, he looks like a good boy. Besides, these children will hardly appear in technical secondary schools, and this person in front of him has a completely different temperament.

He is the same age as him, which makes people's eyes shine. I am a little curious, is he also in our class? Suddenly, I really want to know his name, and I really want to know him.

The sound of "Fang Can" brought me back to reality, and when I turned around, my father was waving at me: "Why are you in a daze, come and load the books."

"Oh" I ran over and put the books into the backpack one by one. It was really heavy. When I followed my father out of the classroom, I looked back at the man again.

I blinked and thought, if it wasn't for our class, it shouldn't be here.

It is said that the ratio of male to female in our school is five to one. Although this ratio is a bit exaggerated by using a little red among thousands of green bushes, the obvious imbalance of the ratio is an indisputable fact.our class

Forty people, only fifteen boys, a little better than the accounting major, but the gap is still obvious.Just because there are few boys and most of our class has accommodation, boys

There was a quick fight between them.

I am a commuter, and I am slower to get acquainted with them, but my deskmate Zhong Wen is a cheerful and enthusiastic person, and we quickly became friends. I started to laugh at him: "Are you still

There is a younger sister named Mathematics"

He laughed and said: "Brother, I really want to have a younger sister, but my mother only gave birth to me, or I will go back and give her advice."

Because I was familiar with Zhong Wen, I naturally integrated into the boy group in our class. Even if I was not very familiar, I would smile and say hello when we met.

Soon, everyone joined their own small groups, and there was only one person who didn't seem to fit in very well. Li Xiao, the boy I saw that day.

Zhong Wen said he was the young master of a rich family, I asked him, "How do you know?"

Zhong Wen said that Xiao Zheng, who was in the same dormitory, said, "Xiao Zheng saw an Audi car picking him up from school."

Is that right? I glanced at Li Xiao: "Why do you come here if you have money? Why don't you go to a private high school, or China-Canada-China-University Class?"

"Maybe he doesn't like reading."

I looked at how he was listening to the class seriously, and shook my head and laughed: "This reason is far-fetched, do you think so?" I asked Zhong Wen.

"Who knows?" He shrugged.

I smiled and continued with the class.

It's really not like it. If we say that the teacher loves the most in our class, no one dares to recognize Li Xiao as the second. Why does the teacher like him?Of course he is better than anyone in our class

Everyone is serious and reads like a book.

Technical secondary school, most of the people who come here are those who don’t study well or don’t want to study and want to work early. When these people gather together, the classroom discipline can be imagined, and they are more serious.

For example, I take notes in class, have a short time, homework, and often copy on the basis of understanding. Those who are worse than me, such as Zhong Wen, sleep half of the class and sleep for a while.

Half-attentive to the class, no matter whether you understand the homework or not, copy it first and then talk about it, no matter how bad it is, there is a problem in the teacher's eyes, such as Xiao Zheng, it is common to be late and leave early, so don't

Talking about taking notes, I don’t even remember to bring books, I just sleep when I come, I treat the classroom like a hotel, in this kind of atmosphere, even I relax a little unconsciously, but Li Xiao doesn’t

Yes, my seat is separated from him by a minute and then by a corridor, sometimes I will secretly look at him, every time he is so serious, attentive in class, and neat in taking notes, he is like this

I really admire his self-consciousness and perseverance.

Even after class, he still does his work quietly, so calm and so leisurely, out of tune with the surroundings but not abrupt, such people will not want to read

The rich young master who came here to dawdle?I do not believe.

I am not the only one in the class who is curious about Li Xiao, because I have a handsome face and are rumored to be rich in family, with excellent grades and a restrained personality, a perfect example of Prince Charming,

The girls in our class were talking about him in private, but this guy seemed to pop out from an alien planet, and everything became a mystery.

In the beginning, there were bold girls who found excuses to strike up a conversation with him, because Li Xiao was a labor committee member and a math class representative, so it was easy to find an excuse to strike up a conversation, but Li Xiao didn't like this

These people are immune to all without exception, and their attitude is always polite and alienated. Some questions are really idiotic, so he simply raises his head and smiles and continues to do his work. I am funny watching from the sidelines

, At the same time, I even listed Li Xiao as my future learning goal.

At that time, Li Xiao and I were not even considered friends, and we only talked twice in the first school year.

The first time was because of the class cleaning. He said he lives far away from me, and he can go back after cleaning the blackboard. I don’t need to keep it until the end. I said yes, thinking how could he even know this?

Dao, the second time I overslept and was almost late for class, after class he said: "Fang Can, math homework"

I said, "Oh, right away"

Our relationship is nothing more than that. Although I observe him from time to time, I have never thought of having further contacts with him. My personality is completely different from his. His personality is mine.

yearning, but I also know that I will never be able to become a person like him. Although aura is not something that is born with it, it is not something that everyone can have.

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