moon moon white fish

I went back to class angrily, my deskmate looked at me and asked, what's wrong?Who messed with you?

I shook my head, and said later, do I look like a toe?

He thought about it and said, not like it, but kind of silly.

I didn't speak, I read the book, but thinking about that boy, my chest started to hurt again.

who is he?I still don't know!I wanted to ask my deskmate, but I hesitated.

As soon as I wanted to ask, the teacher entered the class to prepare for class, and then I forgot to search.

After lunch at noon, I went back to work from outside and passed by the basketball court. I saw many girls and boys watching, and then I knew that there was a class competition in the third year of high school today.

I glanced slightly, there was Zhuo Luoyin on the field, and that boy, he focused on dribbling, and shot a precise three-pointer, causing the girls to scream.

After Zhuo Luoyin received the ball, the girls shouted even louder. I think they were too enthusiastic, and they were all desperate three girls.

I shook my head and walked back to class. When the first class in the afternoon was about to start, my deskmate came back and asked me, did you go to the basketball game in the third year of high school?

I said, after a few glances, that's it.

He exclaimed, saying, just like that?Didn't you see that Zhuo Luoyin is here?

I said, saw him, but so what?

He said, don't you think he is handsome playing basketball?

I said, he is beautiful, not handsome, but he just has a lot of fans.

My tablemate was silent, and then said, I am actually his fan too.

I was speechless and said, sorry, I didn't expect you to worship under his beauty.

He hummed, and told me that he was a schoolboy, and others secretly called him His Royal Highness.

I said, come on, how old is this, and you are still called His Royal Highness?Then should I call you Your Highness Princess?

My deskmate blushed and said, what are you talking about!

I'm just joking, why is he so shy?Could it be that his real identity is a girl?

I smiled and didn't talk anymore, the class bell will ring after a while, and the time will be wasted by me again.

After school, the teacher in charge came into the class and asked who could correct the paper for him. My deskmate immediately raised his hand and said, I'll go.

At that time, I was in a daze, and I went with him, and I realized his intention later.

Our homeroom teacher not only took care of our sophomore class, but also took care of our junior and sixth graders, so my deskmate was willing to do this drudgery for the sake of Zhuo Luoyin.

I vaguely know something, but I don't plan to reveal it, but why should I stay?

I corrected the paper silently, and only scored according to the answers given by the head teacher, without any other emotions.

My deskmate finally changed to Zhuo Luoyin's paper among dozens of papers, but he didn't give the total score in the end. Seeing this, I asked, did he not do well in the exam?

He shook his head and said, full marks, but I don't know how to write [-] points to make it look good?

The corner of my mouth twitched, and I said, what are you so concerned about?

He said, I want to write a beautiful [-] points, so that it can match his paper.

I don't speak, so let's correct my paper silently. I don't understand my classmate's thinking, he is too weird.

When I was correcting the last paper, my heart stopped beating. The characters on it were very silky, but the name written by this person was very powerful and the pen was resolute.

Yu Yueshui?This is his name?Why is it called Yuyue Shui?Is there anyone with the surname Yu?I thought about it, and felt a sense of long-standing disobedience.

But he didn't get a perfect score, because he didn't do the last question. If he was asked to write the answer, he probably got the same full score as Zhuo Luoyin. I scored 98 and completed the work.

I looked at my deskmate and said, I have finished changing the paper here, let's go.

My deskmate shook his head, took the Zhuo Luoyin paper, and said, wait for me to check it for him again.

I think he didn't want to check it, but just wanted to take a look at Zhuo Luoyin's handwriting, does he think about others when he sees things?

I looked out the window, the sun was setting, and there were still people playing basketball. His figure was deeply imprinted in my mind, and the gap in my heart was slowly filled with the shaking of his figure.

My deskmate reluctantly put down the paper, and said to me, I'm done, I can go home.

I hastily retracted my gaze and said, let's go, let's go, escape from the original painful suffocation.