Bioelectricity

Oh, it turned out it wasn't shitting.

When he passed me just now, I couldn't take a step in a daze, he probably wouldn't have noticed... probably.

Why can't this person make a slightly mighty sound when he walks?

By the way, let me explain the location: the place where we sit is in a straight line with the boiling water room and the toilet, but our backs are facing there, so as long as he walks not so powerfully, I can't notice him coming from behind.

While receiving the water, I recalled the smell of the second-hand smoke just now.

I only smoke crazily when I am in a broken relationship. Most of the other times I don’t smoke very much, and I don’t usually have any addictions. To be honest, I really don’t like second-hand smoke.

But the taste just now can almost be called an understatement, why is it so vigorous.

So a flash of light flashed in my head, and I discovered something extraordinary: I'm in love.

What's so special is the unrequited love.But the pain of a secret love is not something a cutie like me can bear.

I was just a little cowardly at first, but now it's fine, cowardly, and not reconciled.

I don’t know if you have ever had that kind of mood: if you just appreciate it, it’s okay. I can look at him happily, be content with being in the same room with him, and even bless him calmly.

But once I changed from admiration to liking, I was no longer the one who stood in the perspective of God and had a calm heart.

It will be difficult for me to notice other interesting things around me, because my little energy after studying is allotted to him alone, and even passing by can cause high mental tension.

But his energy will not be distributed to me.

Look, it's already suffering.

So I was a little reconciled, so I desperately wanted to get his attention, so next time I must follow him all the way to pick up the water, no matter how bad it is, I have to go to the toilet together.

When he returned to the library after dinner in the evening, he was already in his seat, and there was an extra bottle of Nutrition Express on his desk.It turns out that he likes to drink this. I haven't seen anyone drink this for a long time.

But it seems that my big battle of receiving water can only be carried out tomorrow.

I put my cup under the faucet, feeling a little regretful, and pressed the water button with some thought, but the hot water that can cure all diseases did not flow out of the faucet.

I was wondering, suddenly a hand passed over me, lightly pressed the button, and turned off the faucet for me.

"The water isn't boiling, I'll pick it up later." After speaking, he walked towards the toilet.

Brother, which brand of cigarettes are you really giving.