After being on trending searches, I became the cinnabar mole all over the internet

The zipper of his coat was open, and he smelled of fresh laundry detergent. His silhouette against the light was very cold.

It was just an ordinary day. Cheng Xuran was sitting in his seat talking to his deskmate, so he looked up at him. The side of his face was illuminated by the sun, and the fine fuzz on his cheeks was as soft as the surface of a white dandelion.

The atmosphere around was very noisy. Everyone was talking noisily and eager to make up for yesterday's homework. The liberal arts class was so miserable that he broke his handwriting and complained that there were too many homework during the holiday. Cheng Xuran's paper was handed out alone. She asked him what the English teacher said.

The boy put his hands on the table and said, "You are the only one with perfect scores in this test." His voice was light and he smiled, "It's amazing."

Cheng Xuran was indeed very strong in liberal arts. Sometimes he would get higher grades than Song Yanqing in the exam. He didn't bother to endorse his essays and relied on his sense of language to answer the questions. She breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Let's have lunch together today?"

"Yes." Song Yanqing leaned against her, with a superior frame, "Go to the third cafeteria." His tone was a little casual, and he said a few words to her in that posture, "Follow Cheng Jiaoxiao after school. I have something to do today."

"it is good."

He said a few words and left.

When a boy from a foreign class majoring in science comes to the liberal arts class, and he looks so outstanding, he will inevitably attract the attention of others in the class: "Which class is he from?"

"Reason ([-])."

"oh oh."

"Tsk." A sneer sounded from the back row. Han Pengyue kicked the boy's chair in the front row and held his cell phone. He was very unhappy and couldn't stand Song Yanqing. "What's the big deal."

Xu Zhi whispered to Cheng Xuran and raised his chin behind him, "I wanted to play with others, but they looked down on him and became angry."

On that day, a new transfer student came to Class II.

"Hello everyone, my name is Lin Weizhen. I will be my classmate from now on. Please give me your advice."

Because Lin Weizhen is a transfer student, her student number is at the bottom of the list, and she is No. 30 of the eight people in the class.

Cheng Xuran was still No. 19. Every time she introduced herself later, she could always think of the scene on the first day of high school. The boy stood at the door, holding the roll in his hand, shouting in a fashionable and unfamiliar style.

"NO.19, Cheng Xuran——"

God gave them countless small but heart-warming details, and declared that these were just ordinary little things, leaving her to treasure them alone and never forget them.

"Xuxu! I finally moved to Article 2, and we will really be classmates from now on!" Lin Weizhen hugged Cheng Xuran, her face as bright as a flower in the backlight, as clear as a wash.

Cheng Xuran also felt very happy.

She and Lin Weizhen met outside school in their second year of junior high school. At that time, Lin Weizhen went to the street to play violin when she had time. Cheng Xuran often passed by that road, and she would stop and listen. After going back and forth, the two of them became friend.

The girl's fingertips were all bruised, and she had not stopped practicing the piano during the winter solstice in December. She wore a red scarf, her breath turned into white mist, and she looked proud and bright while playing the violin.

If first love could be made concrete.

She is probably the cinnabar mole that every boy will never forget.

Lin Weizhen is an art student. She went to the Affiliated High School, a private high school. Because the environment was a bit chaotic and the tuition was expensive, she found connections and transferred to No. [-] Middle School. People tend to have a better impression of beautiful people. This is a fact. Transferring schools On the first day, many people in the class took the initiative to talk to Lin Weizhen.

Lin Weizhen, who was a noble and sentimental student of art, just smiled at them, sat at the table next to Cheng Xu and whispered to her.

(End of this chapter)