How much will you sell it to me?

27.

Thanks to my diligent review at noon every day, I did very well in the midterm exam.

After the last subject, I came out of the examination room, saw students in high school uniforms playing on the basketball court, and thought of An Yang, my good mood suddenly became heavy.

I still don't know how to face him.

Then hide again.

I took a step and walked towards the dormitory building.

28.

At noon the next day, I sat in the classroom and didn't know what to do. After hesitating for a long time, I decided to go downstairs first.

When I went downstairs, I was still thinking about how to face An Yang, and what to say to him when I saw him, but when I got downstairs, all my thoughts became extremely ridiculous.

An Yang didn't wait for me at all.

I stood alone in front of the teaching building, looking like a fool.

In fact, it's nothing, it's a very common thing.

Those who have a girlfriend and have lunch with Fa Xiao are the ones who deserve to be single for the rest of their lives.

I looked down at the toes of my shoes, and it took about 2 minutes before I moved and walked to the cafeteria alone.

When the meal was almost over, Luo Yi found me.

She said: "An Yang was left behind by the teacher. He asked me to tell you, lest you wait for him."

"I do not have."

"What?" Luo Yi was taken aback.

I didn't wait for him.Why should I wait for him?Obviously...he forgot about me first.

I shook my head and said to Luo Yi, "Can I trouble you with a message?" I remembered the first time I saw Luo Yi, she suddenly appeared in front of me and said to me, "Student, can you send me a message for me?" An Yang?"

Luo Yi nodded: "Yes."

"Please tell An Yang for me, and we won't have lunch together in the future."

29.

Luo Yi asked me why.

I jokingly said: "This light bulb is too bright, how many watts does it cost, I'm afraid I'll blow the light."

Luo Yi patted me and said how I failed to learn from Chen Junfan.

I smiled, waved to her and said to go first.

On the way back to the classroom, I still couldn't help thinking, what would happen to An Yang when he heard Luo Yi's message, was he angry or didn't care?

I guess half and half.After all, he is so loyal, and I rejected the "noon appointment" for no reason, he should ask me to clarify.

I actually understand very well in my heart that I like An Yang.

--"I".

This is a big premise.

It's my own thing to like An Yang, it has nothing to do with An Yang.

My sadness, sadness and uneasiness have nothing to do with him.

An Yang is the most innocent one.

But let me watch An Yang get close, hug, and kiss other women...

I just like him, and I'm not masochistic. If I can't do it, I will run away and hide.

I walked to the door of the classroom and saw a person sitting on the seat in the corner of the classroom. I couldn't help but think, maybe there is really not much difference between secret love and self-abuse-knowing that it is useless and painful, but still want to put those traces, that People are deeply imprinted in the heart.Even if it hurts, I am willing.

30.

"Chen Junfan." I called that person's name.

Chen Junfan raised his head lying on the table, saw me, and greeted me lazily.

"Hi."

"What are you doing here?" I sat down in my seat.

"Aren't you going to sit there?" He stood up and walked to the seat next to me, "Come and see little Qiao Xi."

"Where did you get the illusion?" I automatically ignored what he said later.

He nodded his head: "Guess."

"Oh."

"It's so indifferent." Chen Junfan said, "You can only laugh when you see An Yang."

I bared my teeth and smiled at him, proving that I was not indifferent, nor did I smile only when I saw An Yang.

Chen Junfan smiled lightly, and suddenly said: "An Yang really lost his life these days."

I don't say a word, wait for him to say the following.

"What kind of bet did you bet with him?" Chen Junfan asked, and then he said to himself, "He actually went to the office to ask math questions... He used to go often, but it was because of trouble..."

When I think of the bet that has not yet confirmed the reward, and think of An Yang, I can't help feeling bitter in my heart.

"He's not stupid in the first place." I said, "If you study hard, you'll definitely learn well."

"So what did you bet on?"

I stared at Chen Junfan for two seconds, and said slowly, "I won't tell you."

31.

Chen Junfan came to our floor, of course not because he wanted to know what the bet between me and An Yang was.

There is no other reason - his girlfriend is across from our classroom.

Opposite us are students in the third grade of junior high school, which is the critical period for entering a higher school, and Chen Junfan dare not disturb his little girlfriend.

Chen Junfan: "I haven't seen her for a week, so I just wanted to sneak a look at her at the door."

I glanced at him, "See our class coming?"

"Hey——" Chen Junfan said cheekily, "Didn't I happen to see that there is no one in your class."

"Do you like your girlfriend very much?" I asked.

Chen Junfan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Who don't you like to have sex with?"

I nodded: "That's right."

Chen Junfan shook his head: "No."

He said: "Qiao Xi, you are still young, you don't understand a lot of the world of our adults."

I didn't want to talk to him and didn't answer.

Chen Junfan was excited.

He said: "Where is this? I like it? What's the use of liking? If you catch one on the road, you can like it if you find it pleasing to the eye. After getting along for a long time, you feel that the person has a good personality and good looks. "Like" is too superficial. Just "like" is useless, you will understand when you find a partner in the future. Let me advise you, even if you have someone you like now, don't think about it for the rest of your life. No, it's all nonsense. Let me tell you..."

Chen Junfan said so much nonsense, I only remembered one sentence.

--like?What's the use of liking?Like too superficial.

32.

After the mid-term exam, the school had a rare humaneness and had a monthly vacation.

I sent a text message to Qiao Qingguo, and got on the bus home with a schoolbag on my back.

When he was about to enter the house, he was blocked by An Yang.

"Josh, what do you mean?"

"what do you mean?"

"What did you ask Luo Yi to tell me?"

"I won't have dinner with you at noon. What's the matter?"

An Yang's eyes widened: "How dare you say that?"

"Why don't I dare? Make way, I want to go in."

An Yang took back the hand that was blocking my way, and followed me into the house.

"No. I don't agree with that," he said.

"This is a message." I threw my schoolbag on the bed and went to open the window, "It's not an inquiry, and I don't need your consent."

The curtains in the room were not drawn, and there was a musty smell, fortunately An Yang didn't dislike it.

An Yang sat on my bed very naturally, "If you don't agree, you don't agree."

It was already summer, but the room was still cold, so I opened the door and leaned on a bench to prevent it from closing automatically.

Seeing that I ignored him, An Yang said, "Luo Yi won't have lunch with us."

I turned to look at him.

"Occasionally?" He showed a difficult expression, "I don't know when she will go, if you feel awkward, I..."

"She's your girlfriend." I interrupted him and said, "Girlfriends should be spoiled."

"Josh, your consciousness is very dangerous."

33.

An Yang said: "You can't fall in love early. Promise me, after high school."

Qiao Qingguo didn't remind me over and over again not to fall in love early, but An Yang kept nagging in my ear like an old woman.

"Qiao Xi." An Yang suddenly called my name, "I got 126 in math."

An Yang's papers are 150 points, and he can really be considered excellent if he can get so many.

"Lao Jiang left me in class yesterday to correct my mistakes, and even bribed me with five yuan worth of broken bread, saying that if I could do this every time I took the exam, he wouldn't have to worry about it." An Yang said these words At that time, there was a little complacency in his eyes, an unexpected childishness.

"Jiang Hanlin?" I remember that he was An Yang's class teacher, wearing glasses, he looked very young and serious.

An Yang nodded indiscriminately, and said, "Do you remember the bet we made?"

"I don't ask you anything." He sat up from the bed, walked to me, lowered his head slightly, "Just accompany me to have lunch at noon every day."

Luo Yi said that An Yang spent every noon in the library making up notes, and Chen Junfan said that An Yang actually went to the office to ask math problems.

An Yang is very smart, but being able to score such a high score in mathematics must not only depend on being smart.

But now he just told me lightly that he did well in the math test, and the bet is to let me have lunch with him every day.

How can I not agree?

"Top thirty?" I looked at him.

He smiled, and the sunshine in his smile was beautiful: "You believe me."

I nodded and said, "Letter."

It's hard for me to make up my mind to make a decision, and An Yang can disrupt it all in two or three sentences.

He always has a way to make me unable to escape or hide.

34.

Anyang's grade ranking has risen significantly.

Grade 54.

After the school started, the school issued a report card, and I took his report card and asked him: "How much did you test in English?"

An Yang said "hmm" without answering.

I stared at him, he couldn't stand being watched by me, and his eyes glanced at the report card, which meant to let me read it myself.

What am I looking at?

He painted a black bump on his English score, which looked disgusting.

Chen Junfan dismantled him from the side and told me: "It's more than 20 points, 25 or 26? I forgot."

An Yang kicked Chen Junfan.

An Yang didn't memorize vocabulary, so it's understandable that he passed the exam like this.I returned the report card to him, and he balled it up very rudely and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

I saw that his trousers bulged in a very strange arc, and I couldn't help but remind him: "An Yang, trousers."

An Yang glanced down, then smiled strangely and approached me.

He was more than half a head taller than me, his legs touched my legs, and his body stuck to my body. Then he arched forward and said, "Josh, you are wretched."

I angrily pulled out the report card from his trouser pocket and took a step back.

Who is more wretched? !