bud

Sure enough, things didn't go my way.

Later, he still didn't hand in his homework, so I had to send him a homework book to copy.

Over time, we became familiar with each other, and there was some inexplicable tacit understanding in handing in homework.

Sometimes he really didn't want to write, and he would even deliberately curry favor with me, or try to fool me to escape the homework.

After a long time, coupled with the daily gossip chats of my classmates, I know more about him.

He is actually not as fierce as he seems on the surface, and he can even be said to be a funny man, who often mingles with his classmates in the back row, and he is also very popular in the class.

He would also joke with the teacher in a class where he didn't sleep, and when he answered, his classmates would laugh.

It's a classmate who is very good at enlivening the classroom atmosphere.

Later, I accidentally learned a news that shocked me even more, his original school was a key high school next door to us, and I heard that his grades were not bad.

Later, because something happened later, I transferred to our school, but we didn't know the specifics.

I'm even more curious, he has such a good learning foundation, why doesn't he study hard now and start messing around all day?

Since then, I have occasionally given him chicken soup for the soul when I give him a homework book to encourage him to study hard.

But he always chuckled dismissively, unconcerned, and seemed to laugh at my uselessness.During that time, I felt that our relationship with each other seemed to have eased a bit, and we didn't have the very serious feeling before, and we were no longer just class representatives and classmates who didn't hand in their homework.

I'm not as scared of him as I used to be, and I'll fight him once in a while.

He really didn't help me much in my studies, but he really helped me a lot in life.

I thought we had become good friends, and he became one of the few friends I had.

A semester was coming to an end quickly, and in the middle of an uneventful day during the summer vacation, my WeChat bell suddenly rang.

I looked, and there was a new buddy hint.

[I'm Chen Yi]

I don't know where he got my WeChat account from, but when I saw that message, I confirmed that I was pleasantly surprised.

Before I could approve the friend request, a new message popped up.

[Quick Consent]

He seemed to have something urgent to do, and I agreed to his request. [Why]

Within seconds, his message popped up again.

[Give me a sermon]

I don't know which tendon he made a mistake, how he suddenly came to the problem.

I don't know what he's doing, but I'm still a little relieved that he has the mind to learn.

I promised to give him a lecture on the topic and make up for the basics.

In the period that followed, he always sent frequent messages and occasionally askedquestions, but mostly small talk.

[What are you doing]

[Have you eaten]

[Did you sleep?]

[Is it okay to preach to me]

And so on, many, many more.

He was so enthusiastic that I was confused, I didn't know what medicine he was selling in his gourd, and I didn't ask him, because it would seem strange to me.

Later, I slowly accepted this kind of relationship, and our relationship seemed to be closer again.

Chatting with him has gradually become a habit for me.

One day when he suddenly disappears and stops sending messages, I will still feel upset, worried, and angry.

When he comes back and explains the reason, I will forgive him immediately, and I can't help but be happy.

This went on for a long time, and sometimes he would suddenly invite me to play games, saying that it was to relax once in a while.

At first I didn't want to, I said I wouldn't and I didn't want to learn.

But he still persevered, and he proposed to let me play games with him on the condition of doing the problem.

After he completed the exercises, I agreed.

But I was too stupid to learn anything, and he didn't get impatient, so he patiently taught me.

After a summer vacation, my relationship with him grew by leaps and bounds.

For the first time, I thought it would be nice to have a friend.

During that holiday, I learned to play games, and we used to connect a lot during that timePlay games, chat.

I didn't believe in long-term love before, but I'm starting to find out that something is wrong, I used to have a regular schedule, but now I often play games late at night, and I don't use my phone much before, but now I always expect to receive messages.

Our friendship seems to have deteriorated with me.

My intellect told me I couldn't go on like this, it wasn't right, it wasn't my original intention.

When school started in the fall, I began to restrain myself and rejected his repeated requests for the game, and I told him that I had to study hard, and he said "yes" very happily. But I noticed the loss in his eyes.

Since then, we have been living together in this peaceful and friendly friendship.

Until one day he suddenly said a word that broke the peace.

It was the end of September, and on the night of the National Day holiday, I was getting ready to go to bed when the WeChat ringtone suddenly rang.

It was a two-second voice message sent by Chen Yi. I clicked it without hesitation.

"I like you. "

His voice was a little hoarse and a little slurred, and it felt like he had drunk wine.

I still remember the feeling I had vaguely, except that my brain went blank for a moment, and then my breathing became rapid and my heart began to accelerate.

After I calmed down, I didn't know what to do with this kind of thing, and this was the first time someone said that to me.

I always thought that I was mediocre in appearance, not lively in personality, and still had an inferiority complex in my bones, and even a dark side that others didn't know.How can anyone like me, who is so broken that even my family doesn't love me, wants to like me.

So after that, I suddenly didn't know how to face him.

I admit that I like him, but there is less than a year to go before the college entrance examination, and I can't be sloppy at this juncture.

If I really want to follow my heart, I think I have a momentary impulse.

I may be a selfish and ambitious person who wants good grades and at the same time wants to be loved and doesn't want to refuse his goodness.

I didn't know what to do anymore, so I didn't reply to him.