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Do you still remember the boy in the next class you once secretly loved?

As soon as I closed my eyes, it seemed that I could see that in the grand summer, he walked towards me and said "Hello" to me.

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Chapter I

Summer in the south is always fierce. It's a long time to make trouble without reason.

But in this hot summer, the school was repairing electrical circuits, so that the whole school was cut off, and the air conditioner could not be used, and the sleepy class was the last physics class I wanted to take. The voice of Lao Yang, who teaches physics, is slow and fast, and various professional terms are swirling around his ears, gradually drifting away, blending with the sound of cicadas outside the window. Sometimes far or near, faint.

"Su Xingxin!" Lao Yang's voice exploded in my ears.

I suddenly stood up and the whole class laughed. Jiajia pointed to Lao Yang secretly, and then saw Lao Yang looking at me with a smile.

Lao Yang hid his knife in his smile: "Come to my office after class to buy you coffee to refresh yourself."

I hung my head and wished I could find a crack in the ground.

My name is You Xingxin. People I met for the first time, I would emphasize every word with them: "You is a special You, 'Xing' is happy, 'Xin' is Xin Qiji's Xin, my father's name is You, my mother's name is Xin, they are very happy, so they gave me this name." But no matter how well I explained, they will inevitably go to the same end.

"Have confidence and hand in your homework."

"Have confidence, do you want to buy drinks?"

"Have confidence, why are you unhappy today? Have you lost confidence?"

Later, they simply looked away and let them go. Anyway, Wang Jincai is not really rich. He is confident, and not confident. I was a freshman this year. Like most girls with average grades and looks, I couldn't find anyone in the crowd.

I have been ordinary for 15 years, and it is possible to continue.

I was lucky enough to enter this famous provincial key high school in the high school entrance examination. Of course, my mother, who was entrusted to be a Chinese teacher in the junior middle school of this school, also contributed a lot.

The bell rings after class, and the sleepy feeling disappears immediately. Jiajia laughed heartlessly, "Remember to ask Lao Yang for coffee after school." I gave her a blank eye and said, "It's a pity that Lao Yang can turn physics class into a hypnotic class when he is a physics teacher." She couldn't stop laughing.

After laughing, she seemed to think of something, and said softly: "Xing Xin, do me a favor." Seeing her smiling, I knew that there must be nothing good to come.

After school, Jiajia dragged me to the basketball court, "Go, go, today's senior three basketball farewell game is about to start."

"Lao Yang, did you help me?" I have some doubts

"Hey, don't worry. I'm the representative of his class. Can't we make it?"

She was so busy that she asked me to accompany her to watch the basketball match in the third year of senior high school.

I soon saw the president of the basketball club in senior high school, whom Jia wanted to see. He was a model, but I heard about him. It is not "colorful". The female leading role of gossip can form a regular cheerleading team.

Today, there was a duel between senior one and senior three. I was worried that it would be a little strange if only our two girls went there. When I arrived at the scene, I saw a group of girls with umbrellas standing around.

I heard several girls chatting nearby, and vaguely heard that a boy's name was repeatedly mentioned, which was Song He or Song He. The name is a little familiar, like I heard it somewhere.

At the beginning of the game, the president was really good at it. He hit several balls in a row. Jia kept screaming and applauding. He almost pierced my eardrum with such a loud voice. I looked up and covered my ears. To be honest, I had no interest in the game of a group of people grabbing a ball, nor in watching a group of boys and girls with excessive hormone secretion.

After reading for a while, I was really bored. I thought of reading half of the novel and wanted to leave.

When Jiajia saw that I was leaving, she hurriedly held me to let me finish the scene. At this time, the girl beside him whispered, "Song He is coming." I turned my head curiously to see who Song He was. I saw a boy walking slowly on the stage with his back facing my direction. He could not see his face clearly. He was tall, thin and tall, and his skin looked white in the sun. When the whistle sounded, he took the lead in grabbing the ball and dribbling it, quickly passed it to the people in the same team behind him, and ran forward with cooperation. He dodged the siege of several other players, reached under the basket, extended his hand, received the passing ball, lunged forward, threw it high, and hit the basket.

He turned his head, picked his eyebrows, and smiled. He bumped the ball with his shoulder and passed it to his boy. Sweat fell from his slightly long hair and smiled brightly.

The summer evening wind, passing through the branches of trees, blows the leaves and whispers.

来一个打击你们的番外？

我和他分手了。

感情的破裂不如想象中那般天崩地裂的轰轰烈烈，却是深秋的一场又一场绵绵的阴雨。以后每次下起小雨，都将会想起告白那一天。小雨转晴。十代末也走到尽头，早就学会欣赏雨后的夕阳，漫天泛着漂亮的玫瑰色，看地平线一-点又一点将太阳吃掉。冥冥中似乎有声音问我:你也喜欢日落吗?喜欢倒谈不上。我想。只不过是通过了漫长岁月的跌倒与挣扎，总算学会了通过这看似颓唐的意向背后，将会有新的一日发生。感情的破裂不如想象中那般天崩地裂的轰轰烈烈，却是深秋的一场又一场绵绵的阴雨。以后每次下起小雨，都将会想起告白那一天。小雨转晴。我想。只不过是通过了漫长岁月的跌倒与挣扎，总算学会了通过这看似颓唐的意向背后，将会有新的一-日发生。