Three months of acquaintance with Mr.

I admit that my first impression of Mr. He was good, but I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon.

At the school celebration ceremony the next day, Mr. He greeted me.I'm sure his first impression of me was pretty strong.

I didn't recognize Mr. He when we met again, but luckily Mr. He recognized me.

So ignoring some bad factors, we are a perfect match.

I want to explain why I didn't recognize Mr. He.I personally feel that I am not wrong.

Mr. He is my senior.Surprised!Here again, we are a good match.

Mr. He was invited by the school as an outstanding graduate to give a speech at the school celebration ceremony.

Mr. He stepped off the stage after his speech and sat next to me.

Generally speaking, the first row is closest to the stage.The school will also deliberately leave empty seats in the first row.

But he came next to me, somewhere on the edge of the third row, somewhere inconspicuous.

The reason I sat there was because the last few rows were hard to come by, plus the lights couldn't get there.

True, I don't like being noticed.

Looking back now, you will find that Mr. He is very purposeful.After stepping down, he came straight to me.

"Student, may I sit here?"

I didn't look up, I just agreed softly.

"Student, have we met?"

After hearing this sentence, I raised my head.

I just couldn't connect myself to this successful guy in a suit in front of me.

"Sorry, I don't remember."

"It's okay, we can get to know each other again. Hello, my name is He Yiqiu."

"Hi, my name is Song Yijin. Nice to meet you." I don't know why Mr. He struck up a conversation with me, but I responded to him out of politeness.

"Me too, you helped me pick up the ball last time."

Mr. He said "I" instead of "we".But I didn't pay attention to these small details at the time.Even to this day, I don't know what Mr. He thought at the time, and I have no way to verify this matter.

"Leave a contact information, I'm also your senior. If there is anything I can help in the future, just ask."

"Thank you very much." We left each other's contact information.

But I didn't expect to have anything to do with Mr. He, and I wouldn't rescue a stranger.

That's right, Mr. He is a passerby who may disappear into my world at any time, at least that's how he was at the time.

I'm not boasting, University A is indeed a prestigious school.The characters invited for the school celebration are naturally dragons and phoenixes.Although from the same university, I didn't have the confidence to be friends with such a person, let alone I have never had a friend since then.

I continued to lower my head and play with my mobile phone. I really didn't want to listen to the same speeches given by the school leaders.But after all, I am not the same person, and I have no intention of communicating with Mr. He.

Do you think I'm stupid.After all, such an outstanding senior is sitting near me, but I am sitting there playing with my mobile phone.

Wouldn't it be nice to ask Mr. He some successful experiences?Wouldn't it be nice to talk to Mr. He about life?If it doesn't work, then secretly look at Mr. He's face.

I didn't, I ignored Mr. He as air.

Mr. He didn't care.If he can become an excellent graduate, he won't care if a junior student ignores him.

But Mr. He broke the silence first.

"Can you play ball? We can be together next time."

"Sorry, I won't." He should be referring to the blue ball, after all, that's what he played with last time.It seems that he should like basketball very much.However, I'm not worried that the ball he's talking about isn't a blue ball.

Because, I can't play any balls.But thinking about it, we can be considered to have met because of football, and it was many years ago.

"It's ok."

Everything returned to the calm at the beginning.

Before the school celebration was over, Mr. He left.But that's what I expected, have you ever seen a successful person listen to nonsense here.If it was him, he would have sneaked away long after the speech.

But what surprised me was that Mr. He greeted me.

"Goodbye, Song Yijin."

"Goodbye, Mr. He." I don't know how to address him.I'm a junior, so it's not good to call him by his first name.If you call me a senior, I always feel... anyway, it's weird and I don't fit in.For a moment, he couldn't remember what his name should be, so he simply called Mr. He.

I don't think there's anything wrong with the title, he must be used to it.

In other words, are people like them very idle?

Soon Mr. He proved this with practical actions.

He does have a lot of free time.

"Hi, may I ask who you are?" My tone revealed the dissatisfaction of being woken up.After finally catching up with the rest day, I was about to take a good rest, but I didn't expect to be disturbed by others.

"Hello, I'm He Yiqiu. I'm your senior. We met at the school celebration last time. You even helped me pick up the ball." Maybe I was afraid that I would forget him, but Mr. He made it very clear.

In fact, he needn't.I still remember him, even impressed.

"Hello, Mr. He. What can I do for you?"

"It's nothing serious. It's just that I have a friend who is a year older than me. He wants to visit University A and recall his campus life. We were stopped by the guard, can you come and pick us up?"

"Well, okay. But you have to wait for me for a while." The school does not allow idlers to enter the campus.But how did he come in and play ball last time?

"You can come back after breakfast, I'm not in a hurry."

Sure enough, someone who has been here, really knows himself too well.

It's not a big deal at first, it's just a little effort, and I'm still willing to do it.

I got up, washed up and went out the door.On the way, I simply bought two steamed buns and devoured them before getting on the bus.

That's right, I don't live on campus.Although I live not far from the school, I have to wait for the bus after all, so I asked Mr. He to wait for me.

Fortunately, I was lucky, the bus had just arrived when I arrived at the station.

I was so naive.How can my luck be good?Now it seems that Mr. He is obviously lucky.

Mr. He is not surprised that I don't live on campus.

"Sorry, I called you out so early in the morning."

"It's okay, I usually get up around this time." That's strange!But I still stubbornly maintain my image.

Mr. He didn't know what he thought of, so he smiled lightly.

"I was not as diligent as you back then." Said the friend who came with Mr. He.

"Ah, hahaha." I didn't know how to reply, so I could only smile.

I told the gatekeeper that they were visiting my relatives.After the old man registered, he let us in.

My task was completed, and I had nothing to do at home, so I decided to go to the library.

"Mr. He, play slowly. I'll go first."

Mr. He hesitated to speak, but in the end he just thanked him.

Tell me, did Mr. He like me back then?

Anyway, Mr. He doesn't know what I'm thinking, so it doesn't matter.

Just pretend he likes me too.Haha, sure enough death is good too.

In this way, Mr. He and I separated again, but soon we met again.

Maybe all my luck in my life has been spent in running into Mr. He.But unfortunately, Mr. He is so kind, my luck is still not enough.

First encounter, separation, reunion, separation, reunion, separation, reunion,... separation.

Will someone foolishly wait for a reunion?

If the answer is no, how should this be calculated?

I didn't tell Mr. He where I was going, but he still found me.

Mr. He is so smart, he can always find me in the crowd.

I'm sitting in the library with a book "Reminiscing About Things Past" in my hand.

Yes, I usually rely on these things to pass the time.

"Student Song, what a coincidence, we meet again."

I was so focused that I didn't hear what Mr. He was saying.

Mr. He knocked on my table, and I reacted.

"What a coincidence. Mr. He, we meet again."

"Yeah, what a coincidence. Do you have time to have dinner together?"

It was almost noon, and I didn't even notice.

"Where's your friend? Let's go together."

"He went back beforehand." Mr. He looked helpless at being let go.

"Let's go, take me to recall the smell of the cafeteria." Mr. He snatched my book and took me to the cafeteria from memory.

"Eat whatever you want, I'll treat you, even if it's a reward for your help bringing me in."

"Mr. He, do you have a meal card?"

…It turns out that sometimes money isn’t everything.

"Then please invite me. It's been a long time since I experienced the joy of Cengfan."

It turns out that being needed by others is this feeling.

"What do you want to eat? I'll get it for you."

"Whatever, I'm not picky eaters."

Mr. He went to help me get a meal, and I sat quietly at the dining table and waited.

"The famous cola chicken wings in the cafeteria, eat it while it's hot."

"Okay." I will always be the last group of people in the cafeteria, so naturally I have never eaten this dish.

I don't really like people sharing a table with me while I'm eating, so I'd rather eat some bad dishes and come back later.

"I think back then, I had to come here a long time early for this dish. I really miss it!"

"Mr. He must have lined up for girls!" I joked.

"No. I haven't had a girlfriend, nor have I lined up for others. No one has done this for me." For some reason, Mr. He looked extremely serious when he said this.

"Really? That's really the loss of those seniors."

But for a person like Mr. He, why doesn't anyone line up for him?

Mr. He is right, Coke chicken wings are delicious.

"Spicy chicken is also good, try it."

"Sorry, I can't take spicy food."

"I promise it's not very spicy, but it's really tasty."

"Sorry, I'm a heart patient.

……

"sorry, I……"

"It's okay, I don't care." I'm not lying, I really didn't care at the time.After all, I am used to it.That's one of the reasons I'm reluctant to make friends.

I can't stand other people's sympathy.I have nothing different, I can eat other things if I can’t eat spicy food.It's not just sick people who don't eat spicy food in the whole world.

The dinner table was surprisingly quiet.

In the end, I "invited" Mr. He to a meal, and in the end Mr. He insisted on giving me the money.

"Take it. No matter how I am a senior, how can I let my junior spend money."

We exchanged contact information by the way.

We walked out of the cafeteria together, no different from some couples we met on the road.

"Do you like balls?"

"It's okay." I didn't like it very much, but I didn't hate it either.

"I'll take you to a place." Probably because he was afraid that I would disagree, Mr. He took my hand.

"Mr. He, where are you taking me?" I was a little reluctant at the time.

"Take you to my company, I think there is a position that is very suitable for you."

I was about to say something when Mr. He interrupted me.

"Don't worry, I don't care about the personnel department. I won't let you through the back door."

I am already in my senior year, so it is good to have such an opportunity.

Mr. He took me out of the school gate and drove to his company.

Even though I knew that Mr. He was capable, I was still surprised when I came to his company.

"Huilian." An Internet company emerging in recent years.

"The founder is my friend and I, but I'm not the boss."

I haven't realized what kind of person I know.

"Don't look outside, you can intern or even work here in the future."

"Can I?"

"Why can't you? They all come from University A, so you have to believe in yourself."

Not the same at all, okay?You are the boss, I am just a part-time worker.Alas, the wicked capitalists.

"I'll take you to a place first."

Mr. He took me to a small basketball court.

"It was specially built during the company's renovation, but no one played with it at all."

"I feel like a sheep is in the mouth of a tiger."

"what happened?"

"I feel like I will be forced to work overtime, deprived of rest time, and even have no time to play football."

"Ahem, let me make it official. We are a regular company, and there are regulations on overtime hours. Not to mention overtime pay." Mr. He smiled.

"Mr. He's company's treatment must be very good."

"How did you find out about this trade secret?"

"If the company doesn't treat you well, Mr. He wouldn't hang out with me here." I joked.

"Someone in the company is treated better, do you know who it is?"

"Um, boss?"

"It's really not, it's the boss's wife. The boss also has to work overtime." I didn't say anything nonsense, the boss's wife is also one of the founders, but the boss is afraid that his wife will hand in the salary card.

"..." I thought I had mastered some great event.

"Come on, I'll teach you how to play basketball."

"I can't do strenuous exercise." Before the words fell, I was taken to the venue.

"It's okay, let's take it slowly. It's really not possible, you watch me play."

Mr. He demonstrated it first.

Mr. He stood outside the three-point line with the ball in his arms. After a few shots, he hugged the ball, raised it above his head, took off, threw the ball, landed, and scored.

The spring breeze in March is still very cold, but I feel hot all over.

My unhealthy heart speeded up, and I was beating for Mr. He.

"It's very simple, come and try."

I took the ball from Mr. He.

"Slow down, relax, take it easy."

"Okay." Mr. He looked at me from the side.

To be honest, I was a little nervous.

"Don't worry too much, it's normal to miss the first shot. Let's take our time."

I threw the ball out.

Unsurprisingly, I missed it, and it wasn't even close to the frame.

"That's right, adjust the distance yourself." Mr. He picked up the ball and handed it to me again.

Bang bang bang... The sound of the basketball hitting the ground kept ringing, and I didn't even touch the edge of the basketball hoop.

Mr. He took the trouble to pick up the ball for me.

This is normal. Not everyone can just throw a ball and make a three-pointer.

But I still feel a little ashamed.

"Relax, relax. Don't think about whether the ball will hit or not, just focus on the hoop. Ignore everything but the hoop for now. Try again."

I tried again, still missed, but I feel like I've found my touch.

I readjusted the distance and finally threw the ball in.

Mr. He. "

"I saw."

"How much do I count? I looked at Mr. He expectantly.

"Uh...cough, points will be deducted." Mr. He told me a cruel reality.

……

Mr. He, you idiot!

Would you like to lie to me?Make me happy for nothing.

"I'm not playing anymore." I promise that I really don't make trouble like this.But I also don't know that my tendon was wrong that day.

"It's okay, I'll teach you again."

I thought Mr. He would show me again.

Mr. He handed the ball to me again.

But this time was different, Mr. He surrounded me from behind.He grabbed my hand with the ball.

For physical reasons, I don't jump when I throw a basketball.This may be one of the reasons why I always fail to throw.

"Hold the ball up slowly."

I followed his instructions.

I slowly raised my hand holding the ball, and Mr. He grabbed my hand.

"Stay in this position and throw the ball hard."

The ball is in!

"Awesome!" Mr. He praised me without hesitation.

"Look for more feelings. Don't be so pessimistic, you can do it."

I nodded and continued to practice.

Mr. He, thank you for helping me realize a childhood dream.Although late, but fortunately not too late.