don't like me

My relationship with Yang Xiao seems to have changed after one night.

Become more lingering.

I'm a boy, and so is he, but since that night, we've been going home together every day.

I said it very euphemistically, the real situation is that Yang Xiao is sending me home every day.

I left early every day, and Gu Ming came to see me several times but didn't see me. He called me, and I dealt with it hastily. At this time, I was with Yang Xiao.

"Who?" Yang Xiao handed me a bottle of water. He was wearing a blue and white ball uniform, showing his muscular and powerful arms. Wearing a black wristband on my wrist, I finally realized the absolute meaning of the word youth invincible.

He had just played, and he and I had just left the basketball court.

"A friend of mine." I explained to him, took the bottle of water handed to me, held it in my hand without drinking it, and silently twisted back the cap that Yang Xiao had unscrewed.

"It's nothing important, right?" He touched my shoulder and helped me smooth out the uneven clothes on my shoulders. It's a simple action, but I'm always thinking about it.

"No." I said softly.

I went home from school with him for a week straight.

"Can you get used to it?" He asked suddenly.

I didn't react, the tacit understanding with him was not good enough, "What are you used to?"

"Stay with me."

He dared to ask, is there anything I dare not answer?

People do need to adapt. Yang Xiao broke into my world so recklessly before, and suddenly confessed to me without warning, telling me how much he likes me, when did he like me, why he likes me, likes me How long have I liked it? He seems enthusiastic, but in fact my experience is just stress and strangeness.

I have no impression of him.

The current situation is that we are doing it the other way around. He confesses first, and we get along and get used to it.

I didn't hide anything, and said frankly: "It's been so long, I've gotten used to it even if I don't get used to it."

My ability to adapt has always been pretty good, but Yang Xiao was too straightforward before and didn't give me time to react, but now this kind of way of getting along like a long stream of water, I feel that the experience is not bad.

"It sounds like I'm forcing you," Yang Xiao screwed on the bottle cap, holding half a bottle of water and said, "But I really have to force you, otherwise I really have no chance."

"No chance?" What does that mean?

"No chance," Yang Xiao repeated, "I'm so different from you, who doesn't think so? Why do you stay with someone like me?"

"You think so too?"

"Of course." Yang Xiao said knowingly, but I sounded a little uncomfortable.

It's not about him, it's the fact that I feel uncomfortable, and sometimes I wonder if it would be smoother if I were his kind?our way.

But neither I nor others think that I can be involved with Yang Xiao. Even now, I stand with him and walk side by side. Our thoughts and goals have never been the same.

I know very well.

Thinking of this, I became silent.

Yang Xiao didn't notice my clues, he was still immersed in the excitement of being with me, and suggested that he and I go to that new restaurant for dinner again, and I agreed.

It's almost become our first choice of places to eat.

He and Yang Xiao often stay together, walking together, how could it be possible not to be seen by others?Won't be discovered by other teachers?At the end of this week, I bumped into the math teacher who took me on the street. Her gaze was indescribable, and any exaggerated way to describe it was weak. I was stumped by the word "tactful" once, and I couldn't describe her gaze euphemistically. Her gaze, no matter how euphemistic it was, couldn't conceal the questioning and sullenness that was about to come out.

Yang Xiao and I have reached this point.

Just walking together would make my teacher thunder.

This irreparable gap between heaven and earth is not about how good I am or how bad he is, but that we should not stand together, we are not fellow travelers.

Sure enough, one weekend later, I returned to the campus, and after delivering a speech under the national flag as usual, I was invited to the office. Like Han Yizhou and the others, I was invited to drink tea.

This is the first time in my life.

According to the situation that day, the head teacher asked me a few questions. I am not curious how he knew. The math teacher and him share the same office and the same heart, so it is not surprising.

He asked me what was my relationship with Yang Xiao.

I say friends.

He asked how he met.

I said he invited me to dinner and we got to know each other slowly. (Here I lied, eating is already a later story, and we knew each other a long time earlier than this).

After a few foreshadowing topics, he still asked the questions he had prepared.

"You often stay with him?" They don't know the situation yet, I can lie, but facing the face of the class teacher, I am a little reluctant, they treat me very well, and they really cultivate me, I just modified it a little wording.

"No, we will talk more when we meet." In fact, Yang Xiao and I are together every day, and Gu Ming knew about it, and asked me about it two days ago, but I didn't hide it from Gu Ming. To be completely frank, as for Gu Ming's emotions, there is no need to say much.

"Do you know what your goal is?" The head teacher helped the mirror frame. He is 40 years old, but he is worried about me, a teenager who has nothing to do with him.

"know."

"Say." His tone became severe.

"Take Cambridge as the goal." This is a comprehensive consideration, and it is the goal that my teacher chose for me based on all my subjects and his understanding of the world's top universities.

"Do you know why I chose Cambridge?" The head teacher said in a serious tone, "Because before you, only one person had such excellent grades, and only one person was successfully admitted to Cambridge. All the teachers saw hope, no? Only those with the best education can have a chance. We don’t have such good educational resources. We can find a way to teach you English. Is Mr. Zhou dedicated enough? Is your math teacher caring enough for you? The principal told you After a few times, you need to tell us what you need, we don’t have those resources, we try to find a way, why do we? Is it because you are spiritual and you have the possibility, that we put so much effort to cultivate you?”

Since I entered school, they have treated me with special care.

"Cambridge's admission requirements, do you know? It doesn't just depend on good grades and passing the English test. In addition to the score line, it considers too much. It is more demanding than the requirements of some top domestic universities, social skills, performance skills, and logical skills. , Even the amount of reading is within the scope of its assessment. You don’t understand how difficult the interviewer is. Why do you let you be a cadre of the student union and let you take care of so many things? Do you understand?”

I bowed my head, not because of guilt, but because of gratitude, thanks to which they have no way to repay.

"We don't want any accidents. We don't want you to pass the test in studies but be eliminated because of other abilities. If you are really admitted to Cambridge, let alone us, many people in the society will have to look up to you in the future, Wen Zhixing You figure it out." He was about to slap the table, the turbulent emotions were just because... I stood with Yang Xiao.

"Those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black. Even if you can control it, you will not be affected by Yang Xiao, but you will be shaken to some extent. Those fatal things that may destroy you are often only what you learn from him. The habit of speaking, what you say, is so simple, you can't control it."

In fact, I think his words are a bit exaggerated, but that is also a possibility. I have underestimated the requirements of institutions of higher learning.

"In case, let's use an analogy, what happened to you and Yang Xiao, how do you write it on your inspection form? If there is an extra black spot, it will be a fatal problem when you take the Cambridge exam tomorrow!" the head teacher asked. Emotions attracted more teachers' gazes. Even a student who had just entered the office was startled. He looked at me with a strange gaze. He had never seen me being reprimanded here before. His gaze was very surprised.

Here I am, having been reminded and warned for half an hour.

I missed a class, and when I went back, Mr. Zhou, who taught English, had just finished the class.

I was not in high spirits, not because of being scolded, but because of something else.

When school was over that day, Yang Xiao was still waiting for me downstairs. I didn't hide my emotions, and I was ready to explain Daoming to him. Yang Xiao saw my expression and came over to ask me.

"Did you come into the office today?"

I nodded.

"Have you been scolded?"

"Yes." I lowered my voice.

Yang Xiao asked why, and I said it was a matter of study, but I didn't give the real reason.

I don't know if he believed it. He didn't answer my words quickly, but kept silent for a while, and then comforted me.

He couldn't help me with my studies, so he used himself as an example. If he didn't do well because of something, he should be more serious next time and work hard, and things wouldn't go wrong. I don't know how to comfort me. After all, I am different from him, which makes him worry. I think, I shouldn't be in his world.

My footsteps are different from his, and the way he comforts me is not right, whether it is because he has to spend so much time to make me happy, or because of my own reasons, to be honest, the words of today’s head teacher reminded me, not wavering , but a reminder, a reminder that there is really not a simple gap between Yang Xiao and me.

We are very different.

"Yang Xiao." This is the second time I called his name, the last time was in a studio with no one else, he asked me if I knew his name, I said no, he kissed fiercely and angrily Let me remember his name.

I remember.

A person's voice can prove his emotions.

My voice was serious, and so was I. Yang Xiao was not slow, he put away his joking face, and the way he looked at me suddenly changed.

"I want to tell you something," I hesitated, he didn't interrupt me, but I needed to brew my emotions, I said, "Let's... break it."

Did it actually start?It doesn't seem to be there, but you said it never started, and I can't convince myself that we just... started without a sense of form.

He kissed me so many times, it is not negligible.

He still didn't speak, his attitude made me unpredictable, and I could see his two hands in his trouser pockets, which he never took out.

I am very embarrassed, very difficult, rejection has never been my strong point, I was thinking about what kind of reason he can accept, it turned out that I was worrying too much, rejection...how could you feel better because of your reason? ?

That would have been uncomfortable.

Let alone between us.

"In the past few days... I have come a little closer to you, and I admit that I am very happy with you, but after thinking about it, I..." I didn't finish speaking, and before I had time to say, the rest of the words were covered It was stuck in my throat, and I never had the chance or the courage to speak out.

He kissed me, downstairs in the high school, on the campus already after school.

When did he take out his hand, and how did he move it behind my ear so quickly, I didn't even realize it, but now my thoughts caught up, but my mouth was sealed.

I didn't have time to say it. He seemed to know what I was going to say and what was wrong with me before I finished speaking. Chance, poor as he was, put himself in the dust and begged me for a favor.

"I'm not good enough for you, I know, but I want you, I beg you, please step down from your altar, please bow your head, bend your waist, give me a hand to hold your hands Opportunity, Wen Zhixing, can I beg you, give me a love with you in it." Conceit and humbleness are mixed, his words flowed in my ears, and I finally saw his childish side, and when I wanted it, I was bitter. The appearance of begging.

I don't know how much he likes me, and I have never speculated. Until today, I regard him as a special suitor of mine, because I don't know my position in his heart , I underestimated him, and underestimated myself.

Anyway, the way he begged me was a fatal blow to a person with soft ears.

does he love meMaybe not to that point.

Just like it?It seems even more unreasonable.

He insisted on breaking into my life, no matter whether I refused or not, he didn't intend to quit. This kind of persistence seems to be what I have been pursuing hard, the joy of being firmly chosen.

Look at the way he faces me, my little police dog has been wronged, and surrounds me with a face that has done something wrong, begging me not to throw away his pity, in fact, does he know how to ask the master Soft-hearted and happy, probably grasping the master's soft-headed handle, prescribing the right medicine, speaking nicely, and trying to get an expected response.

Who has more influence?Who is more capable of shaking?My teacher has cultivated it for many years, but I never expected to fall into the hands of a scum.

If he cries, I will coax him, if he roars, I will pamper him, if he speaks softly and softly, then I can do nothing but fall down.

I'm sorry to everyone who spent my heart and soul on me.

I think I'm about to step down from the altar.