Love Diary of a Spiritual Boy

cloudy on October 7

Of course, the scene of the hero chasing you and running out of the classroom imagined in the plot did not happen, because I swaggered to the bathroom, went to the bathroom, and then came back in disgrace by stepping on the class bell.

The first section is math class. Because my brother and I are at the same table, Miaomiao, who was pissed off by me, and my former rebellious boy at the same table are also forced to be at the same table. My brother sat in front of us, and my brother and his nerdy deskmate sat in front of them. I looked at this wonderful arrangement, and couldn't tell whether it was a coincidence or a deliberate arrangement.

My seat was by the window, and when my brother got up to give me his seat, he stuffed something into my hand.

I looked down and saw it was a lollipop.

"The head teacher gave it to me when I went to the office just now, for you to eat."

This is a lychee-flavored lollipop, which should be worth [-] cents based on the gold content. I thought of my joy when my brother gave me chocolates and my current peace of mind. At this moment, I felt that I did something wrong—no matter what All these reasons are on me, my brother has always been innocent.

So I thanked him softly, and stuffed the lollipop into the back of the desk by the way: "Why are you going to the office?"

"Don't you want to change seats? The head teacher asked me why I changed seats."

"Then what did you say?"

He looked at me and said lightly: "I said there should be no one in this class who doesn't want to be at the same table with the first grader?"

"Yes..." I smiled, "Now the younger sisters in the class can't wait to peel me off."

What I was implying was naturally the act of ridiculing myself just now, and my angle happened to be on the diagonal line with Sister Miaomiao. I didn't even have to observe carefully, just from her side face, I could find that she was eavesdropping on us chat.

My brother has always been inconsiderate of other people's feelings, so he must say what he thinks in his heart: "You never said such things before."

I didn't respond for a while: "What?"

"You never spoke loudly in front of so many people before." My brother tilted his head to look at the mathematical formulas on the blackboard, and flipped the book to Chapter 1 casually. "When we first met, you would just hide Zhao Hengyi secretly watched others from behind."

I was stunned, and recalled Jiang Tong in that period for a while, but I couldn't remember myself at that time: "Really?"

"Well, I was standing at the door just now, and I always thought that you looked like Yingying when you quarreled with your hips on your hips..." He nodded and warned me solemnly, "In the future, she will like Yingying less. Teach you the bad things."

It took me a long time to realize that my brother was complaining just now, and the math teacher who taught us was also a stranger, let alone his business ability, his speech speed was like a machine gun.He had already finished Chapter 1 while we were chatting, and the whole class was turning the pages of the book. I glanced at the content on the blackboard and frowned: "What is he talking about?"

"Trigonometric functions."

"No, of course I know he's talking about this..." I think it's normal for contemporary people to fish at work, but it's the first time I've seen an office worker like this who is full of confidence, "He like this How many of the lectures can be understood? Everyone hasn’t figured out sinx and cosx yet, but he has already started teaching y=Asin(wx+φ)? If f(a+x)=f(bx), then their What is the axis of symmetry? Does he think we are all in the same group?"

However, my brother's focus is completely different from mine: "Where's your math book?"

I looked at him for a few seconds, and honestly confessed: "I didn't send it to me."

"Then do you know what an axis of symmetry is?"

"I know, a+b/2."

"I thought you didn't understand." My brother seemed to accept the status quo quickly, and copied some key points on the blackboard into the book. "Since you understand, don't worry about whether others understand. It’s their fault that they didn’t understand, anyway, it’s not you who can’t solve the questions in the exam.”

I thought about it and it made sense, then I asked casually: "Then do you understand?"

My brother raised his eyebrows and pushed the math book in front of me. He opened his mouth and said honestly: "No, tell me about it."

I looked at the look on his face, and I bet Maomao that he must be waiting for me to ask this question: "...Didn't you say that it's their fault that others didn't understand?"

He also answered very smoothly: "But it's your fault that I didn't understand."

I was choked speechless by him, took the pen in his hand and wrote out all the derivation formulas, my brother tilted his head and approached, and my surroundings were instantly filled with the smell of him.

"From here to here...how did it come out?"

The black pen made a small black dot on the paper, and the smell entered my brain along the nasal cavity like smoke, and the formula numbers in the book gradually turned into unintelligible characters. Slowly squinting his eyes like a book from heaven, his head was confused by the smoker, east, west, south, north.

An hour ago, I was like a chaste martyr, very resistant to my brother being at the same table with me; an hour later, I took his pen and answered his questions with a flowery smile.

So don't complain about how unsatisfactory your life is. If you don't believe it, figure out if life slaps you more often or you slap yourself more.

I talked about it in a daze, until my brother’s math book was full of function images and messy drafts. In the end, he took the textbook back from my wrist and silently protested my inattentive and perfunctory behavior. .

Without my math book, my desk was cleaner than my face, so I reached into my bag and pulled a book out to put on a show.Without thinking about it, I pulled out a girly magazine that I had never seen before. I stared at the big-eyed loli on the cover for a long time, and finally remembered that it was put in my schoolbag by my sister-in-law in the morning.

Adhering to the mentality of "It's better to just look around if you are bored", I opened the door to the new world, but the first lock hanging on the door easily shut me out.

Most of the girls' magazines are serialized love stories, and there is an inconspicuous small column between love stories and love stories. When I read the text in the column, I always feel that someone is peeping into my life.

"—The total amount of feelings between two people is a given. Since you have used magic to make the person you have a crush on like you, then you won't like him."

The elder brother next to me took a pen and wrote down the formula along my train of thought, but I was like an animal whose tail was trampled, I couldn’t find the exit, and was eager to escape, so in the end I could only send I hope for the person who tied the bell.

I poked my brother, and confidently put the magazine in my hand on his math book, pointed to that sentence in the tone of researching advanced academic problems, and asked him: "How should this problem be solved?"

My brother glanced at the magazine, and he was not angry at me for interrupting his train of thought in solving the problem, but he frowned after reading it. I heard his tone of questioning me back, probably thinking that I was dazed again.

"Aren't you good at math?" Without waiting for my answer, he drew a horizontal 8, a horizontal line, and then wrote a 2 and a = on a pile of math books with ghostly symbols, and finally drew another A horizontal 8.

This time the roles were reversed, and it was he who explained it to me. My brother drew the formula with the tip of his pen, and said calmly: "Positive infinity divided by 2 equals positive infinity."