Senior Class Three

As usual, the driver of Ma Mu's House drove to Qingmei's house as usual.Perhaps because the weather was too cold, the two set off from home in the same car and arrived at school without saying a word.

The winter morning was extremely cold, and the places where there was water in the school formed large and small ice, which creaked when stepped on.The cold wind is biting, like a knife cut on the face.Ma Muzhi resolutely walked in front, covering most of the wind for Qingmei behind.

There are always students looking sideways on the road. Of course, they will not look at the plain-looking Ome.Ma Muzhi, who is so handsome, is leading the way in front of him. He has a handsome figure, and everyone consciously shields people, things, and things that are not as good as him.

No matter at home or abroad, wherever they go, the fiery eyes around them can always engulf them.Qingmei expressed countless times to stay away from Ma Mu, and he couldn't stand being watched like an idol.Moreover, he knew well that the person they wanted to see was Ma Muzhi, and the person they hoped to meet face to face was also Ma Muzhi. He occasionally praised Ma Muzhi, and praised him incidentally, just to please Ma Muzhi.

He felt that Ma Muzhi was also very strange. Others wanted to pour out their hearts and souls to him, and spit out countless compliments, but he often smiled and perfunctory.If a person praises Qingmei, Ma Muzhi's smile is even more gorgeous than the clouds in the sky, and finally, he will end with a sincere line of "you have great vision".

Thinking of this, Qingmei looked at the back in front of her, becoming more and more confused.

Could it be that the brain structure of Xue Shen is different from that of ordinary people?

Could it be that he has seen his handsome face so much that he developed antibodies and prefers ordinary looks?

Is he talking ironically...

A strong wind blew and hit Qingmei's face, but it was weakened very little.The two arrived in the classroom one after the other, and the warm spring-like air rushed towards their faces.

Qingmei sat in the third row next to the door. There was no one in front of or behind him. This semester was coming to an end, and these two classmates never showed up.He learned from Ma Muzhi that Chu Xinwu would come to school next semester, and he was happy for more than a week.No matter whether Chu Xinwu is sitting in the front or the back, he can get close to his idol.

When Chu Xinwu decided to study at Nanmo High School, he mustered up the courage to tell his parents that he also wanted to transfer to Nanmo High School.Surprisingly, his parents didn't obstruct him, and they didn't ask him why he chose Nanmo instead of Dongwang.On the day of the opening ceremony, he got up early, washed and dressed, and went out happily.Before they could get out of the yard, a black car parked steadily at the entrance of the yard.The person who got out of the car was Ma Muzhi, and like him, he was wearing the uniform of Nanmo High School.

In the car, he asked Ma Muzhi why he changed schools.Ma Muzhi immediately turned cold, and said to the driver, "I want to calm down."The driver made it right and stepped on the gas pedal. He didn't sit still and didn't fasten his seat belt. He suddenly fell into Ma Muzhi's arms. He sat up with difficulty. The driver seemed to be against him, and suddenly made a sharp turn. Coincidentally, he threw himself into Ma Muzhi's arms again and gave him a firm hug.Ma Muzhi fastened the seat belt for him, held his hand, and said with a smile, "This is the only way to be safe."

Ma Muzhi held his hand tightly.The interior of the car was quiet and silent, the driver drove in an orderly manner, there were no more sharp turns, and even if he encountered a lot of curves, he would slow down, not at all as reckless as before.He had never been to Nanmo and didn't know the way. After driving for more than half an hour, the scenery outside the car window changed from a bustling street to a sparsely populated wetland. Flocks of white birds sang and sang in the air, and they stopped by the water to peck.After driving for another twenty minutes, the car finally stopped.

They came to the sea.

The driver dropped them both on the beach and drove away alone.

He and Ma Muzhi were the only ones on the beach, and the endless sea made monotonous and lonely sounds.The rolling waves rushed out of the sea, splashing a little foam.Ma Muzhi was sitting on a big rock, holding the stone surface behind his hands, looking up into the distance, with the corners of his mouth upturned, his brows and eyes bright, blending in with the magnificent surrounding scenery, just like a person in a painting.

Qingmei couldn't figure out what he was thinking, and the questions he asked were like waves rushing towards the shore, but they didn't get any response from the shore.

Ma Muzhi calmed down, and he followed suit.

In the end, the two blew the sea breeze for an hour and missed the opening ceremony.

Turning his head to look at the seat next to him, Ma Muzhi was sitting there.He often thought, what would it be like if he had such a shocking appearance?Such a talented and beautiful person never talks about his girlfriend, and travels here and there to chase stars with him every day.He is really lucky, to have such a good brother, God only gave him an ordinary appearance, and he is not treating him badly.

Open the schoolbag, there are not many books in it, but there are many love letters.None of these love letters were addressed to him.Many girls like Ma Muzhi, but very few dare to confess on the spot. Although Ma Muzhi never refuses in person, embarrassing girls, but how many girls have stood up to his handsome face and resisted his spring smile?

Several times, in the middle of the confession, the girls suddenly had rapid heartbeats and incoherent speech, and changed the so-called "I like your strength" to "I like you for being strong"; Run away, saying as you go, "I'll be back next time."

I didn't dare to confess in person, so I had to write a love letter.There were also some girls who were even more embarrassed, and handed the written love letter to him, and then asked him to pass it on to Ma Muzhi.This kind of work of collecting love letters for others is not pleasant at all.

He took out his love letters and gave them all to Ma Muzhi.As usual, Ma Muzhi opened it leisurely and finished reading it in a hurry.He found one of them, smudged it with a few strokes, and handed it to the fifth building who was secretly reading comics, and said with a smile: "Read this love letter aloud, and appreciate the meaning in it, it will help your Chinese performance."

Before Ma Muzhi returned to his seat, he put Cheng Jing on the shoulder who was indulging in reading, patted twice, and said in a gentle voice, "Listen carefully." After speaking, he gave him a meaningful smile.

This class is a Chinese class, Shen Chuan let them move freely, there is no teacher in the classroom, everyone has nothing to worry about, and each does his own thing.Before leaving the classroom, Shen Chuan informed them that the next round of monthly exams would be held in two weeks.The fifth building really wanted to improve his grades, so he stood up, cleared his throat, held up the love letter in front of the whole class, and read it aloud, with eloquence:

"Since we met that day, I have been thinking about you day and night, tossing and turning. I like your clear face; I like your clear heart; I like everything about you."

"Hahaha..." Zha Nan laughed loudly, and the biscuit foam in her mouth sprayed onto the desk in the fifth building. She laughed wantonly, and accidentally choked and coughed. Glanced.She drank the water that Yuan Xiaoling poured over, glanced at the love letter in Wudong's hand, and said in a low voice, "The word 'Chengjing' is really clever..."

She turned her head and glanced at Cheng Jing who was stunned and Ma Muzhi who was smiling.

What Cheng Jing's cousin Ma Muzhi does always surprises her.Last time, in order to prevent Cheng Jing from dating Wu Xing, she took the No. 1 test for the first time, and now she has produced a confession letter.I really broke my heart for my cousin. The friendship between brothers and sisters really made people cry.

Zha Nan coughed out tears, Yuan Xiaoling took out a small handkerchief from Zha Nan's arms, and wiped it intimately.Zha Nan smiled and said in a low voice: "Xiaoling, I'm fine, you...you wipe it slowly, my eyes are almost sunken, and I'm going to be fine soon."

"..."

Qian Youcai stroked his elder brother's soft hair, and suddenly said, "Building [-], I've read the love letter, what did you taste?"

"I think the same as Zha Nan." Wudong came to stroke his chin, clapping his hands together, "The word Chengjing is used very well."

Qian Youcai sighed, "I believe in the next monthly exam, you will definitely take the third from the bottom."

The fifth building said: "I will borrow your good words."

"..." Qian Youcai and Zha Nan looked at each other, and both shook their heads and smiled.

The fifth building didn't know why, and laughed too.Suddenly Ma Muzhi's abrupt voice was heard: "Cheng Jing, why is your face so red? Did you have a stomach problem again?"

Ma Muzhi uttered these words of concern lazily, as if he was talking about a particularly amusing thing, lightly, even with a bit of teasing.He propped his cheeks with one hand, and the brows in his eyes showed a romantic attitude.

The fifth building didn't care about the speaker, and couldn't see Ma Muzhi's fox-like smiling face at all.He only cared about the person with stomach problems. He dropped the love letter he had read several times, rummaged through Cheng Jing's schoolbag, took out stomach medicine, and hurriedly called warm water and handed it to him, "Eat your stomach quickly." medicine."

He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. The red-faced Cheng Jing had a face that looked cold, and was stunned for a moment before going to pick up the glass of water.

He glanced at Ma Muzhi who was seated on the right, and Ma Muzhi pulled the chair to the side of Qingmei. to the other side of the table.The two of them were smiling, watching him interact with the fifth building, as if they were watching a wonderful drama full of wit.

Cheng Jing frowned.

His stomach is fine now and he doesn't need to take medicine.

If you tell Fifth Building not to take medicine, with Fifth Building's IQ, you must think that he is too painful to take medicine, and I'm afraid he will say something that loses his IQ.He is sometimes thankful for the incurable IQ of the fifth building, glad that he doesn't understand anything, can't see anything, and lives confusedly and happily.As for your own feelings, let it take root in your heart, break through the ground, and eventually become a towering tree.

Sometimes I feel sad for Fifth Building’s hopeless IQ, why he can’t see through himself, why he cares about someone who has hurt him deeply, why he can’t hear or see that “Cheng Jing” is “Cheng Jing” .

When will I hear "Cheng Jing" change to "Cheng Jing" with my own mouth, maybe I will never hear it in this life!

My heart was very tangled, and my stomach slowly hurt again.

He poured out a stomach medicine, but was stopped by the fifth building, "I'm going to buy bread for you, it's better to eat something first, then take medicine, wait for me..."

"I——" Seeing the figure galloping in the fifth building, the pain in his stomach hit him, and his red face was replaced by a white one. He said in a voice that he could only hear, "I've been waiting for you..."