If love can be booked

T City No.1 Middle School

The sky was extremely hot, as if it was going to scorch the entire earth, but the weather forecast showed that it would soon turn from cloudy to light rain. Do the clouds also miss the earth? They would even transform into rain just to fly to it, even though there was a distance between heaven and earth.

Miss him a little.

Maybe it's just because I'm used to it, used to the days when he's around. One day, two days... I didn't see him, there was no trace of him across the table, I ate white rice alone, bland and tasteless. Is it really just because I'm used to it? Or have I unknowingly become dependent on the time he's around?

During lunch time, I met Teacher Lu and Teacher Zhao by chance. They were hand in hand in happiness, shoulder to shoulder with perseverance, and greeted each other with a smile. I felt empty inside when you were not around.

At this moment, there were only a few people in the restaurant, and it seemed particularly quiet. And I was also very quiet.

On Monday, the sun shone through the gaps between the leaves on campus, casting mottled shadows on him. He was wearing an exquisite suit, looking particularly energetic. The straight suit was eye-catching. It was rare to see him dressed like this on weekdays, and one could not help but admire him: He is really handsome!

The class on Tuesday became unusually noisy because of his absence. The students were like wild horses running wild, making a lot of noise and losing their usual order. It was then that she realized that his importance in this class was irreplaceable.

At lunch time on Wednesday, looking at the white rice in front of her, she suddenly felt it was tasteless and had lost its usual special flavor.

Is it just a habit, or is the originally restless heart gradually approaching him?

She looked at her watch, and the hour hand pointed to 12:20. There was still some time before class, but she didn't know where to spend the free time. She couldn't help feeling lost. When would he come back?

"Teacher Lin, what a coincidence." White shirt, harem pants, high heels, you who like to dress like this are as warm as the winter sun.

"Teacher Ho?"

He Yichen, a senior high school physics teacher, is 22 years old and currently single. He has a handsome face and a humorous teaching style, which is loved by many teachers and students. His lively and cheerful personality makes him affectionately known as the special version of the teacher-level pistachio.

"Have you eaten?" He seemed to have just run in from the playground, with a sunny smile on his face, looking like a big boy.

"Not yet. They were playing basketball just now. Do you want to go and have a look?" He took her hand without saying anything and walked towards the basketball court in front of the left. In the interval between pitching, he caught a glimpse of her standing alone in the campus, seemingly thinking about something.

"Um, I..." Faced with such an innocent smile, she didn't know how to refuse for a moment.

The basketball court was very lively at the moment, and when she appeared on the sidelines, she caused a cheer.

"Just sit here, okay? Here, have some water." He handed her the mineral water in his hand.

"Okay, go ahead." Nongfu Spring, warm under the sun.

The sun was shining brightly on the basketball court. He rushed over like a flash of lightning, and his three-step hurdles were vigorous and powerful, with every step full of strength and confidence. When the basketball drew a perfect arc in the air, his eyes became focused and sharp, as if the whole world was left with only that small ball and the basket. With a precise pitch, the basketball went into the net, triggering a warm cheer. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a handsome and charming smile.

In the sunshine, his figure looked particularly tall and straight, exuding a unique charm. At that moment, I suddenly fell into deep nostalgia for my high school days. At that time, we were like them, secretly running to the side of the basketball court to watch the passionate games of the boys. Those determined eyes and cheers for victory are still clearly engraved in my memory.

Men who like sports always have a special charm. Recalling his love of running, the sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks and wet his hair, but his eyes were always full of determination and persistence. I haven't seen him for three days, and an inexplicable feeling of missing him surged in my heart. Zhu Mingjun, this name lingers in my mind.

"Hey, what are you daydreaming about?" All he could see was her. She was here on the basketball court, and she didn't think she was waiting for him.

"Ah? When did you come back?" A shout brought me back to reality from my reverie. I raised my head and my eyes met his. However, he didn't say much, but just walked closer to me and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"Gone." A gentle kiss on the forehead. Was she thinking about him?

"Yeah." I let him hold my little hand tightly, and a warm current surged into my heart. I liked the feeling of being doted on by him. Zhu Mingjun, will you always hold my hand like this? Just like this.

On the basketball court, his eyes were fixed on her departing figure as if under a spell. She smiled so sweetly that it seemed as if the whole world was lit up. The basketball flew towards him, but he had completely forgotten how to catch it.

"Do you miss me?" This yearning surged like a tidal wave, seeming to drown him. And what about her? Was she the same as him?

"I don't." She ran away with a light laugh, like a happy little deer. However, the words "I don't miss you" seemed a bit hypocritical. Do you really not miss me? She was stubborn and didn't want to say it out loud.

"Lin Xiaoxi?" Did this woman really want to piss him off to death? She promised to be obedient, but she broke the promise that night? Who didn't even bother to call him? What's worse, who was staring at whose figure in a daze, unable to come back to his senses for a long time? When he thought of this, a nameless anger ignited in his heart. This woman could always easily stir up his emotions and make him fall into endless troubles. But he just couldn't get angry with her.

"I'm going to class." I said softly, but my eyes stayed on him. It was a quarter to one, and class was almost time.

"I miss you." Deeply missing you. I don't know if this is love, but I know clearly that I love you, and you are unique and irreplaceable in my heart.

"Me too, I'm...waiting for you to come back." Missing you flooded my heart like a tide. I've always missed you and never stopped. I used to think I was just used to having you around, but now I understand that this feeling is much stronger than habit.

Whose eyes, whose tears? Whose deep affection, whose drunkenness?

In a corner of the campus, under the shade of a tree, two passionate hearts are beating for each other. They open their lips slightly, as if to pour out all their emotions.