Online game I am Sun Wukong

When Liu Juan woke up, it was already daylight.Anyway, since he didn't go to school, Liu Juan fell asleep again.

I went downstairs to eat a bowl of noodles, and thought I had nothing to do, so I left the gate of the community.

Then I got on the bus by accident.

I saw a person standing behind the car, holding a large bundle of rhododendrons.People leaned against the window, and the branches of rhododendrons stretched out of a glass window at the back, turning red.

In the back seat sat a boy in his twenties.

He is said to be 20 years old, but the corners of his brows and mouth are a bit old.At the same time, his narrow shoulders and slender neck seemed to be half-developed at the age of sixteen or seventeen.He was wearing a blue txue, holding a stack of books, sitting sideways, with his head resting on the glass window, with a Mongolian oval face, light eyebrows, and hanging eyes, set off by the pink satin-like flowers behind him, Very feminine.

Only his nose was too high, which conflicted with that delicate face.With a white ticket in his mouth, he seemed to have fallen asleep.

The car stopped suddenly.Liu Juan opened his eyes and saw that a female classmate came up. She stayed in the first grade just like himself. The difference was that she didn't get into any school last year.He frowned.He hated meeting acquaintances on the bus because he couldn't hear them talking as the car roared along.

The female classmate probably had just washed her hair and hadn't dried it yet, so she picked a path in the middle of it, and the ends of her permed hair were no longer curly, and fell straight down, like a kid on a talent show in American comics.

Her round face was tanned reddish gold.With thick eyebrows and eyes, he is not tall, but very plump.

As soon as she got into the car, she nodded to him with a smile, walked over here, sat down beside him, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Liu Juan moved closer to her, and only then did he hear clearly, and replied, "Hey, bookstall!"

Then, Liu Juan turned his head and said nothing, and pressed his face against the glass.He couldn't stay close to her all the time, listening to her with all his energy.If people see it, there must be some kind of misunderstanding.There are already quite a few gossiping people. In school, because of Yi Bingshui, no one cares about him.He himself felt unpopular and avoided people more and more.

At the end of the field, he got out of the car, first went to the supermarket to buy some things, and then came to the bookstall. Liu Juan looked around, and then picked Mo Yan's "Frog", which was the last book in this bookstall.

At this time, a sweet voice sounded: "Boss, I want this "Frog", I will come first!"

Liu Juan's heart couldn't help trembling, disappointed, annoyed, mixed with bursts of bitterness, and also faintly hostile to this girl in a white skirt who appeared almost "taking advantage of others".

Holding the book in both hands, Liu Juan was at a loss.

"Show me, please?" The white skirt really fell in love with this book.

Liu Juan lowered his head and reluctantly handed over the book.

She soon also immersed in the beautiful words.

He lowered his head and looked intently.The bright eyes blinked from time to time, embellishing her fair and beautiful face with a vivid aura.The slender figure, the white dress, and the demeanor of concentrating on reading constitute a beautiful picture against the backdrop of the sunset.

"I bought this book! My sister will definitely like it." She seemed unable to restrain her joy, looked at the price of the book, and handed over the money to the stall owner.

"Don't you like this book?" After collecting the change, she tilted her head and asked Liu Juan.

"No, not only do I like it very much, but I also need it! I have been to several bookstores for it." Looking at their deal, Liu Juan was filled with jealousy and seemed to have a place to vent his grievances.

"Then why don't you buy it back?" He asked puzzled.

"I...don't bring enough money, otherwise, you wouldn't have had the chance to read this book." Although Liu Juan was ashamed and lacked confidence because of his manly pocket, Liu Juan couldn't help but tell the truth.

The white skirt hugged the book to her chest with both hands, pondered for a while, and then asked, "Are you in the third year of high school?"

"Yes, senior year!" Liu Juan looked at the cars approaching in the distance, and said as he walked, his tone full of helplessness.

The car pulled into the station slowly, and Liu Juan also ran towards the car door with the surging crowd. At this moment, a crisp voice came: "Senior high school student, please wait a moment!" I turned around, and saw the white skirt running over , put the book into my hand, and said sincerely: "Use it first, I don't need it urgently. But return it to me after reading it, my sister is still waiting!"

"This..." Liu Juan was confused by her sudden action, before he had time to say anything, he was squeezed into the car door by the crowd behind.

"Hurry up and get in the car. I'm in No. 201 Middle School, Class [-]. I'm just in the first year of high school! My name is..." She waved her hands frequently at Liu Juan.

The car started, and Liu Juan poked her head out of the carriage, the pure white was extraordinarily dazzling in the gorgeous golden yellow, and the evening breeze blew her soft skirt, like a statue, it was extraordinarily beautiful and moving. Liu Juan's heart.

Liu Juan suddenly remembered something, waved at her far away, and shouted loudly: "What's your name! What's your name!!"

Liu Juan entered the room with his head down, and female guests came to meet him. They were all Liu Juan's mother's poker friends.

Flickering in the shadows, looking around for no one, he just went into his own bedroom and flipped through the books he had brought back.

The whole room was full of fog, and it was the smell of smoke from the next door.

He was born and raised in this air, but for some reason today, after smelling this smell, he felt dizzy and just wanted to vomit.

It's better to be clean in the basement downstairs.He grabbed the book and ran down, full of irritability.

There is a touch of sun and dust in the basement.There is a feather broom in the Jihong vase.

He sat down beside the square wooden table in the middle, and leaned over the table, which was as cold as the glass window on a bus.

On the blank page inside the cover of a dilapidated "Reader" magazine, he struggled to write word by word: "No. 201 Middle School, Class [-]!"

Once, twice, three times....