MTL - Shanghai Jiamu-Chapter 1

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I will always remember that afternoon, the catkins fluttered under the bright sun, like a snowstorm in the hot summer, the boy stood on the court and looked at me, it was a rare bright moment in my long and boring life.

The first time I met Xu Jiamu was in a fine afternoon. I didn’t know how to sleep very deeply at noon. When I woke up, it was almost time for class. I ran all the way from home to school and still didn’t catch up. sounded.

I simply stopped running, bought an old yogurt ice cream at the canteen, and ate it all the way to school. I am very nostalgic, for example, I have used my favorite quilt cover from elementary school to university, no matter how far I go to my favorite restaurant, I always eat at one restaurant, and I have never changed my favorite ice cream. My mother often said that I am good or bad, and I think so too.

There is an old willow tree in our school. It is said that it has been around since the school was founded. The willow tree is good, easy to feed, and lush, with a youthful atmosphere on the campus. But every spring, I don’t think so. When the catkins float on your hair and get into your nostrils, you can’t wait to cut down the tree.

I was scolded by the guard for a while before I was let in. The first thing I did was to protect the ice cream in my hand, for fear that the catkins would stick to it.

The sound of a basketball hitting the ground attracted my attention. I looked over and saw a tall boy playing basketball. He was wearing a gray sweater and black sweatpants. His hair was a little long and covered his eyes slightly. I couldn’t see it. Looking at his face, I'm not curious, I just admire this brother.

Seriously, I thought it was great that I was not in a hurry when I was late, but I didn't expect that there are people who are not only not in a hurry, but can even play basketball.

Oh yes, he's not in school uniform yet.

Suddenly remembering that this class is English, and thinking about the look in the eyes of the English teacher... I couldn't help shaking, and hurriedly ran to the teaching building.

When I got downstairs, something happened, so I looked back. The basketball made a perfect arc in the air.

Yo, three points.

With his skills and height, he might be a sports student. Thinking about it this way, I don't think it's strange for him to play alone during class.

The basketball bounced a few times on the ground and rolled away. He turned around suddenly, and I met his eyes unexpectedly.

It's not particularly good-looking, but it's the type I like very much. It's clean. He doesn't seem to expect that there is a girl peeping at him, and his expression is a bit stunned.

I like his pair of eyes very much, a pair of very standard peach blossom eyes are very bright and clean, as if there is always hope and vitality in them.

I quickly looked away and ran towards the classroom, feeling flustered, I just looked at someone else, there was nothing special about it.

I don't know of anything special either.

I was quite lucky, the English teacher hadn't come yet even five or six minutes into the classroom. Strange, she has always been the most punctual teacher, and she usually arrives early when she arrives on time.

As soon as I sat down, my deskmate beat me up, "What's the matter, why are you late?"

"Sleep late, sleep late." I replied impatiently. "What's the matter, sister Shao hasn't come yet?"

"Looks like her former student is here, it's going to be in the office."

I don't care who is here, I feel very happy to be able to skip an English class, I'm actually pretty good at studying, I can rank first and second in my class, and I can also be in the top 50 in school. But I just don't like learning English, I don't know why, maybe I'm too patriotic?

"Oh." I lay down on the table listlessly, somehow remembering the boy on the playground just now, I don't know if he will go back to the classroom now...

"Be quiet." Sister Shao walked into the classroom, and since I entered school, I swear, I have never seen her smile so brightly. "Today, the seniors and sisters from the previous class I brought came to see me. This year, you are in the second year of middle school and they are in the second year of high school. They are about to take the exam. I will let them come in to share some learning experience with you."

I was still lying on the table, not interested in what they said. My deskmate was used to my appearance, so he didn't say anything, just looked outside the classroom excitedly.

"come in."

I don't know what happened, I only heard warm applause and the lowered voice of the female back desk, "It's a bit handsome."

I raised some interest, got up from the table, and looked at the podium casually. When I saw this, I met another inexplicable gaze, and I froze in place.

It was him, the sports student I thought.

He didn't seem to expect to see me again, we both looked at each other for a few seconds, then looked away tacitly.

In addition to him, there are actually several seniors and sisters who introduced them one by one, from the attached middle school, from the first middle school, from the thirty-three... only him, from the fourth middle school.

I sneered, but I didn't think wrong, I should really be a sports student. The strange thing is that, even though his school is the worst among these people, he seems to be the most confident and outgoing one.

In fact, there are not only a few of the sharing of learning experience, they are embarrassing, and we are bored.

until he.

"I don't study well, I have nothing to say, learn English well, English will save your life, really." He said the tone as if he was joking, but he seemed really sincere, and the people underneath were amused by him.

The English teacher also laughed, "Do you all think she is flattering me?"

No one answered, but they all thought so.

"He was very skinny in junior high school and didn't study hard. He was not good at anything except English. If he hadn't scored 147 in English in the final senior high school entrance examination, he would not have passed high school."

147...I'm speechless, I can't even think about this score.

"Zhou Jingwei."

My name was called inexplicably, I didn't have time to think about it, so I stood up quickly.

"Can you two complement each other? This kid is good at everything except English, and you are good at everything except English."

The classmates in the class burst into laughter, and I felt my face burn a little.

I looked at him, and he laughed too, looking at my crooked eyes and showing two canine teeth.

Heck, what are you laughing at...

Fortunately, the teacher didn't tease me too much, and told me to sit down after a few words. I didn't show it on the face, but my heart kept beating non-stop. I looked out the window and deliberately pretended not to care what they were talking about, but my ears were secretly listening. listen.

Sister Shao asked us to ask the seniors about their own learning confusion. Except for a few lively ones, no one took the initiative to speak up. When class was almost over, a boy boldly raised his hand.

"Senior sister! Can you fall in love in high school!"

The English teacher gave him a fake look with a smile on his face, and turned to gossipingly look at the few people on the stage.

Maybe I didn't expect that someone would ask this kind of question. Several people looked at me and I looked at you, but no one spoke.

He might feel the embarrassment of the scene, so he opened his mouth first, "Brother, high school also has school rules, high school students are not allowed to fall in love early, don't worry, wait for the university."

Everyone laughed and the atmosphere got better again.

Not long after class, the bell rang. Sister Shao said that anyone who wants WeChat can ask for it. She usually asks about her learning experience. Many people rushed up, but I stayed where I was.

He is good-looking and has the most people around him, and many of them are young girls. Looking at their slightly red faces, I find it a little funny.

I'm not laughing at their teenage feelings, I just think that it's obviously impossible, why would they have fantasies?

I took the glass and went to the water room, walked to the front door, and gave him one last look.

It was the fourth time, and the fourth time I looked at him. But I still didn't say anything, I squeezed the water glass tightly and went into the water room.

When I came back, those people had already left. It seemed that they still had a class reunion. I felt empty and couldn't explain why.

"Jing Wei," a girl with a good relationship came to me, "I left all the contact information of all the seniors and sisters, do you want it?"

I am very envious of her outgoingness, I never dare to do such a thing as asking others for their contact information.

"Me? Forget it..." I hesitated for a while, but still refused.

Maybe I pretended to be too good. In the eyes of others, I study well, and I am the teacher's favorite. Most of the emotions are usually indifferent. There are almost no friends who are close to me except class flowers, so they all think that I don't add It's because of his arrogance.

But the truth is, I am sensitive and suspicious, neurotic, average-looking, and a little fat, and my best friend is class flower, and one of the few friends is more beautiful than the other, and more popular than the other. Where am I arrogant, where do I have the capital to be proud, I obviously just want to cover up the inferiority complex in my bones.

"Hey, I know you don't need to study, but your English is not good, why don't you add the senior from No. 4 Middle School and ask him how he learned English?"

Just wanted to ask for ways to teach English...well, makes sense. I just want to ask the seniors how to learn English.

I pretended to be reluctant, "Well... well, thank you."

I copied that string of WeChat IDs on the title page of the English book, next to my name, and to this day, it is still there, and I put it properly in the cardboard box where the book is stored.

I am free to use my mobile phone, unlike most of my classmates who are strictly controlled by their families. Most of our family members spend their time in quarrels and cold wars, and no one cares about my use of mobile phones.

I entered that string of numbers, hesitated for a while when adding friends, and finally clicked on it. Seeing the screen showing that the friend request has been sent, my heart trembled inexplicably.

He didn't pass right away, I think so, they should be at a party at this moment, and they probably don't have time to look at their phones.

With his character and appearance, he should have many friends.

I got on the bus absent-mindedly, checking my phone from time to time until I got off the bus. Unfortunately, he still didn't pass. Sure enough, at that time he was willing to give the number just to save face for the teacher, how could he really want to associate with a group of immature junior high school students.

I forced myself to stop thinking about it.

Anyway, it's just to ask for advice on how to study, it doesn't matter whether it's sooner or later.

right.

He finally approved my application, but I was asleep and didn't see it.

The next day was the weekend, when I woke up, a few red dots appeared inexplicably on my infrequently used WeChat, it was him.

yee: I'm sorry that the class reunion was a bit late, so I just saw it

yee: Are you that elementary school bully?

yee: Tsk, young people go to bed really early

The corners of my mouth curved inadvertently.

Utopia: Hello senior.

He returned very quickly this time.

yee: hello hello.

yee: From your screen name, do you like philosophy?

Utopia: Not bad, I prefer novels, I just like the title of the book.

Perhaps because of my young age and the small size of the city, I met few people who like to read books. Most of them didn’t even know that my screen name was written by Plato, and few people asked me about the source of my screen name. , I can even chat a few words from this, I am a little excited.

yee: Coincidentally, I also like reading novels

yee: do you like the author

Utopia: Zweig, and Wang Xiaobo.

yee: A letter from a strange woman?

Utopia: Actually, I prefer "The Anxiety of the Heart"

yee: It's not bad, but I don't like the hero

Utopia: Me too!

I chatted with him unknowingly all morning. I thought he was a sports student and he was still in the fourth middle school. Some of the works and phrases he mentioned were unknown to me. I felt an unspeakable joy, as if I met a confidant in this era where everyone enjoys fast food and entertainment, so that my whole body and mind became clear, and even my pores felt trembling.

I didn't get out of this situation until my mother asked me to eat, and said goodbye to him reluctantly.

Utopia: I'm going offline first, let's chat next time. Goodbye, senior.

yee: ok

yee: I am very happy to meet you.

I knew that he, like me, was happy to meet a bosom friend, but I still felt a kind of inexplicable shyness, my face was a little hot, I collected myself, and replied a few words solemnly.

Utopia: Me too.

Xu Jiamu, whether you are being polite or not, I am really happy from the bottom of my heart. I am really happy to meet you.

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