Miss, you are my future wife

Chapter 3 Poems and the Distance
Throughout the morning, there was no class teacher Lao Yao's class, so Xiao Yao was basically wandering in the void.

This is not because he is thinking about the lottery ticket in his pocket, the daughter in the mirror and his wife who is far away in the No. [-] Girls Middle School in the city. After all, he didn't pay much attention to lectures in the past.

For Chinese and history and politics, you can get high marks in the test without listening, and you can't understand English and mathematics, physics and chemistry after listening.

Therefore, when Xiao Yao was awake, he spent most of his time flipping through "Ripples on the Dirac Sea" borrowed from the library.

...Sure enough, I still can't see it today.

Xiao Yao sighed, closed the novel hidden in the English textbook, and stuffed it into the belly of the desk.

Since Shen Tianyun's surname is Shen, when he asked her mother's name, he didn't expect to hear a name other than the beginning of "Shen".

However, when the name "Shen Jie" that he had never heard of appeared, Xiao Yao still felt a bit lost.

His eyes went to the empty seat in the front row next to the door.

"That," Xiao Yao stretched his waist and walked to the empty seat during class break: "Did Yu Luying not come today?"

Yu Luying's deskmate looked up at him: "She's sick, she asked for leave to go to the hospital."

When asked about the details again, the man didn't know what to ask.

Xiao Yao returned to his seat and slept until noon, until the abnormal silence around him woke him up.

The right arm that was used as a pillow was numb, and the stomach was bulging because of the air that was accidentally swallowed during sleep.

He drained them with ease, and then felt a dull pain in the lower part of his lower abdomen—could it be because he fell asleep and got cold?

Dragging his numb right foot, he ate in the cafeteria with Little Bear, and went to the library as usual.

This is Xiao Yao's favorite place to come, he likes the quietness here - after all, there are no chattering girls who like to talk about weird things, only the unique aroma of old paper mixed with ink.

Every time I come to the library, it is like coming home.

"Great talent, read so fast?" The librarian is a thin aunt in her early 50s, looking at him with loving eyes: "Did you borrow this "Ripples on the Dirac Sea" the day before yesterday?"

"Yeah, read quickly. Teacher Yu, have you got any new books recently?"

"Not yet, but the "Science Fiction Emperor" and "Poetry Magazine" you ordered have arrived." Teacher Yu leaned down, took out two magazines and handed them to Xiao Yao.

If "The Emperor of Science Fiction" still has a lot of subscribers, there are only two subscribers of "Poetry Magazine" in the whole school.One is Xiao Yao himself, and the other is...

"There is another copy, please bring it to your class Yu Luying?" Teacher Yu thought for a while, and took out another "Poetry Journal".

--split line--

around the same time.

5 km away.

In a certain classroom of the city's No. [-] Girls Middle School.

Two girls chattered in their seats, a fat girl stood by the window and whispered the latest cartoons with her companions, another two girls lay on the table to recharge their batteries, and the cultural and entertainment committee member wearing glasses and braiding Publish the blackboard newspaper.

The windows are bright and clean, the sun is shining brightly, and the blooming magnolia flowers are floating in the warm wind, casting their shadows on the seats in the front row of the classroom.

On the seat, a small girl was writing a book.

The girl combed her long ponytails, her eyes were surprisingly big, as if she had stepped out of an anime, and they were as clear as crystals immersed in water, but the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, making her look a little charming.Pure pupils and seductive eye shapes are wonderfully blended into a very beautiful style, thin lips, the color is as light as water.

She looks like the school uniform of the No. [-] Girls’ High School in the city, with a red and blue plaid pleated skirt that just reaches her knees, a plain shirt and a bow tie of the same color as the skirt, and dark socks and black leather shoes—but she doesn’t have the usual school uniform upper body at all. Incongruity: The shirt is made of white, soft and impermeable material, the neckline and cuffs are close to the body, and the ingenious design of the skirt's girdle perfectly corrects the lack of height.

"Jie'er," the tablemate smiled and took the fountain pen from her hand: "Are you still working hard? Come, go out for a walk with me."

Shen Jie shook her head: "The final exam is coming soon, I have to..."

"Should I hug Buddha's feet temporarily?"

"Grind your gun in front of the battle, and let it go if you are unhappy." Shen Jie smiled and took the pen back from the hand of her deskmate: "Be good, be good, I will go out with you after the exam, ah."

At this time, there was a loud sound from the radio on the upper right of the classroom, followed by a burst of melodious music.

Ah, yes, every Friday there is the Campus Voice radio station.

"Youth is a flower, gorgeous and colorful. Youth is a cloud, free and easy. Youth has colorful thoughts, and the songs of youth are the most beautiful. Dear teachers and students: Hello everyone! Welcome to listen to the "Voice of Campus" broadcast on time, I am Zhu Nan, I am Wang Yuqing."

Shen Jie shook her head, and considered going to the library to continue brushing up questions.

"Today's broadcast is a bit special. A boy from outside the school entrusted us to request a song for a classmate at school."

"Oh, really?"

"The song chosen by this boy who did not want to be named is "Our Love". Silently watching you, would you please take a look at me?"

The students in the class cheered Shen Jie together.

"Ah?" It took Shen Jie a few seconds to react, she smiled and bent her hands with her classmates, and put down the pen in her hand.

She crossed the backs of her hands, leaned on the desk, and listened intently.

In my memory, I recall the vague childhood

clouds floating in blue sky
At that time you said you wanted to hold hands with me

walk to the end of time together
……

When the song was over, Shen Jie picked up the pen again.

"You still have such a sense of ritual." The deskmate poked her and teased.

"It's just an expression of respect for others' kindness." Shen Jie replied without raising her head while doing the question.

"I know that you will carefully read every letter that a man writes to you, and then write a letter to express your gratitude before rejecting it," said the tablemate, "but you don't have to tell everyone how polite you are. This guy is a fake Are you a pervert?"

Shen Jie smiled helplessly: "It is indeed a little troublesome."

"It's been more than a month. I've written to you every now and then, called you, and now it's on the radio, but I don't even tell you who he is. I've been watching you silently. Please take a look at him, please. , He dare not show his face, what do you think of him?" The tablemate said indignantly: "If it were me instead, I would be scared to death. Jie'er, you'd better let your bodyguards follow you more recently. "

"Okay, we don't have any bodyguards at home," Shen Jie said nonchalantly, "Ah, ah, ah, I'm also the vice president of the school's karate club, and ordinary hooligans are not afraid of it."

Even though she was arguing with her classmates like this, Shen Jie's heart was still clouded.

The suitors who came before did not change their names and surnames, and most of them were decent people.

Even if there is someone who can't figure it out, I can target it and help him face.

Now this one, approaching every step of the way but still refuses to show his face, it's not always possible to guard against thieves for a thousand days.

(End of this chapter)