sanguine and depressive

The next day, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back as usual. Speaking of which, I admired myself a lot. Although junior high school was so painful, I basically went to school step by step every day, and high school was no exception.

The geography teacher in the morning reading class came to write silently. The temperate marine climate is mild and humid all year round. The Mediterranean climate has different periods of rain and heat... Today I am 16 years old.I thought in my heart and said to everyone with my eyes.

I found that learning is not as difficult as I imagined if there is no one to disturb me. After all, I have never been to a country with an oceanic climate, but I can also directly answer its climate characteristics, because that is what is written in the book.

But it's so hard to read people's hearts, why Wei Chengyu suddenly avoided me.

The last class in the afternoon was still a class meeting. The students in the first year of high school went to the auditorium to listen to the honest and trustworthy lectures, and we only needed to watch the broadcast in the class.I squeezed the little penguin on the bag, and Lu He turned down the volume of the TV to talk about the midterm exam.

After ringing the bell, I slowly packed my bag on my back, walked out of the class door, and was about to go down the stairs when someone grabbed my schoolbag strap.

I turned around and saw Wei Chengyu with a slightly swollen nose.

I smiled awkwardly at him: "Hi." I turned back.

He said "hey" and broke my shoulder.

I said: "Why?"

He let go of his hand and said, "Go home together."

I didn't know what to say, so I walked out of the campus side by side with him.

On the way, he asked, "Do you want to drink milk tea with coconut or something?"

I shook my head: "No."

He choked, the answer obviously not what he expected.

We walked for 50 meters with our mouths shut, and he had nothing to say: "Hey, the midterm exam is next week, have you studied hard?"

I stopped and looked at him intently.I don't understand why he suddenly appeared again, I'm as familiar as before, but he was clearly avoiding me two days ago.

I asked, "Were you busy the past two days?"

Wei Chengyu looked at the sky and the earth but not at me: "It's a bit...the Youth League Committee wanted to talk to me...I didn't ask you for dinner and after school...I didn't mean it."

"You obviously said that you asked the math teacher to ask questions." If I was sensible, I should shut up, but I was very annoyed by the way he talked about him.

"I even gave you a Coke." I said.In fact, I am very wronged. Did I do something wrong? Why do you hide from me?You are my only good friend.

"I drank and applied it. Look at my nose, it's almost gone." He insisted on getting close to me to show me his nose, but I didn't want to see it, so I hid aside.

On the small street, a TV set was set up in front of a store, and two elementary school students with school bags on their backs stood there watching Ultraman, one punched the other, and the other dodged left and right.

Wei Chengyu stopped forcing me to look at my nose.

The autumn wind brought a faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, and he walked beside me and said, "We are like elementary school students."

"It's you, not me." I retorted.

"It's me, it's me." Wei Chengyu said, "I was wrong, I really have some... something, something on my mind. Now I have dealt with it properly. Are you angry? Why don't you give me a punch."

That doesn't seem necessary.I didn't bother to care, but he suddenly grabbed my wrist and moved towards his face.I was surprised and said "Oh".When he was a copycat, he also made a big fuss and let out an "oops".

Wei Chengyu took my hand and gave it to himself, although it was only a light palm because I withdrew my strength.He looked at me with unreadable eyes, and my palm was pressed against his cheek, as if he was stroking his lover's face. At this time, I can only talk about love, not harsh words.

I took my hand away and looked away: "Then don't do this in the future."

He said, "I'm sorry."

I said, "It's okay."

At the gate of the community, I want to say goodbye to him.Unexpectedly, he stopped again: "Hey, Cen Xiao." I turned my head.

"You like boys, so what kind do you like?" He stood there with his hands in his trouser pockets. He was supposed to be handsome, but his nose was still a little swollen, so it was a big discount.

This is the first time we have talked about my sexuality since the scene of the crime, and I was so nervous that my heart beat faster: "Why do you ask this?"

"I... help you find someone," he said.

I couldn't hold back, and started thinking about pessimistic things again.Could it be that Wei Chengyu suspected that I liked him, and after two days of ideological struggle, he decided to help me find a qualified boyfriend to prevent the possibility of me falling in love with him.

I whispered, "I don't know what I like."

Even if I know it, I can’t say it, because I am standing in front of me and asking me this question.But in fact, I can think of colorful compliments to describe it, if Wei Chengyu is willing to listen.

He said: "Hey, you are not in junior high school... you must be a little ideal... think about it!" He urged me.

I dare not look at him.

Before, I thought that if I liked someone, I should let him know, so I would keep wanting to hug my mother and write love letters to Bian Liang.Later, I realized that liking is wonderful, but it may not be necessary to add the guest of honor before and after.At least what I like often brings burdens to others.

The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus lingers in my nose, and the sweet smell enters the lungs, but the chest is sour.I suddenly understood all Fujii tree's hesitation, why didn't he confess, why didn't he say it.

Because you can't say it, because it won't do anything if you say it, and the situation will only get worse.We stand here close to each other, breathing two cubic meters of air together, I can clearly see Wei Chengyu's slightly frowning brows, so I understand the impossibility very well.

Wei Chengyu is still waiting for my answer.

When it comes to the ideal type, I think of the Fujii tree played by Takashi Kashiwahara, so let's just make up nonsense.

I said dryly: "I like... like Fujii."

"what?"

"You've seen it too, the hero of "Love Letter"."

"Is this the appearance requirement?"

"...That's right."

"and then?"

"If you want good grades, talk less..." I racked my brains to think of Wei Chengyu's antonym, why do I always have to lie.

"Grass." His tone seemed to be complaining, "Why do you ask for so much!"

"There are too many, so don't help me find them." I said.

He rubbed his nose, took another breath from the pain, and confirmed with me with a frown: "Your junior high school deskmate...is that the case? You look like Bai Yuanzhong, you don't talk much, and your grades are still good?"

Only then did I realize that it was indeed the case, Bian Liang was such a person, so I could only slowly nod my head to confirm.

Wei Chengyu's expression was not very clear, he asked: "... nothing else, why do you like good grades?"

I can only say: "Because my grades are poor..."

He paused for a few more seconds, and suddenly said: "You don't fucking like Tong Ming, do you! Don't..."

"I didn't! What were you thinking!" I blurted out, consciously overreacting, and calmed down for a moment.

To convince him, I smiled at him and promised, "Don't worry." I said, "I don't have anyone I like, and I won't have anyone I like in school."

"..." He opened and closed his mouth, hesitated to speak, and seemed dissatisfied with my answer, but he didn't say anything in the end.

Although I said that my grades were poor, but this mid-term exam, maybe because I didn't have a physics and chemistry student to hold me back, or maybe I had a little talent in learning, my total score ranked No.7 in the class and tenth in the grade.However, there are only a few dozen people in the selection, so I can't say how gratifying they are.

The last class in the morning happened to be Chinese. Lu He walked out of the class with the papers that had been commented, and saw Wei Chengyu standing outside.

I walked over and heard Lu He ask, "Wei Chengyu, how did you do in the exam?"

Wei Chengyu laughed: "It's okay."

"You learn from Cen Xiao, and your grades have been going up." Lu He said, "You are not bad in Chinese this time, but you can't write in composition."

"Huh? Teacher, have you read my composition?" He asked.

"The characters are so ugly that I knew it was you when I was grading the test paper." Lu He said, "Take Cen Xiao's composition and see how he wrote it."

"Okay, sure." He nodded.

We went downstairs together, and I asked, "Did Liu Yuhua not keep you today?"

"I just finished the exam, so why should I stay? Anyway, our class is No.1 in mathematics, eight points behind the second class." He said.

I think he should have had a negative effect on the eight points: "Then how did you do in the exam?"

Sure enough, Wei Chengyu replied hesitantly: "...that's it."

When I was queuing for dinner in the cafeteria, I met Li Xuyang, and we sat together.Li Xuyang was still very optimistic and cheerful. He said that he fell asleep when he was doing English listening, and he got the bottom one in the test. He asked Wei Chengyu if his class got two full marks in physics.

Wei Chengyu was absent-minded, and replied: "Yes, Wang Xuebin and Tong Ming. They agreed that if Tong Ming can pass Wang Xuebin in the mid-term exam, they will be together."

Li Xuyang is not familiar with the two parties involved, but it does not prevent him from listening to gossip: "Oh, and then what?"

"But Wang Xuebin is still the first in grade this time." He said, "I don't know if we will be together again."

"Ah, then it shouldn't be possible." Li Xuyang said, "Is this the sparks flying among the top students? It's so advanced."

When I returned to the classroom after dinner, I turned out the composition paper and handed it to him, saying: "It turns out that Wang Xuebin likes Tong Ming. I thought..." I regretted it halfway through, so I shut up.

But Wei Chengyu became interested: "What? Why?"

I bit the bullet and said, "I thought you liked Wang Xuebin..."

He was shocked, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he stood still: "Why do you think so!"

"Because..." I chose my words carefully, "You are not with her all the time in the student union, and the host is also..." The more I said, the lower my voice became.

Wei Chengyu choked out a sentence for a long time: "I'm so mad." I felt a little out of breath.

I sat on the seat, the book was open, but I couldn't read a word.It turns out that Wei Chengyu's liking for Wang Xuebin was all my imagination.

Thinking about it carefully, Tong Ming was there when Wang Xuebin spoke last time, and Wei Chengyu never showed any special emotion to Wang Xuebin.I have evil thoughts in my heart, so the shadows I see are all crooked.

It's just that I occasionally have absurd thoughts, envying that Wang Xuebin is a girl.

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Next is the sweet one!