I don't like the world, I only like you

Chapter 3 He at the same table (2)
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Another time, we had a chemistry test. Another class had taken the test before, and I played smart and asked for the answer.

Classmate F asked me to study hard. Of course I was not that good. I ignored his words and threw the book aside to concentrate on memorizing the answers. He was also angry about this and didn't talk to me all day.

On the day of the exam, I was full of confidence, but I was dumbfounded when the paper was handed out. It was completely different from the questions I got before! !

F had an expression of "you deserve it", and he did his papers slowly, ignoring me at all.

I was completely confused, tears were rolling in anxiety, the teacher reminded that there were 10 minutes left to hand in the paper, and my paper was basically empty.Student F next to me suddenly asked me: "Do you know what's wrong?"

I tearfully nodded.

He threw the answer sheet to me: "This is not an example."

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The sound of F is particularly pleasant, and the pronunciation of the words is rare among southerners.During the monthly exam, the teacher asked him to help record the listening comprehension.I put my mind on him.

"When you read the correct answer, just slow down a little bit, okay?"

"No."

"No one will find out. You don't need to hint every question, just pick a few difficult ones."

"No."

"I will study hard next time, so you can help me this time."

"No."

"Do you really have the heart to see death?"

"I won't help you cheat."

I was wronged: "But my mother said that if I fail the exam this time, she will lock me up at home and not allow me to go anywhere."

I made an appointment with him to have a barbecue outside.

He continued to flip through the book with his head down, as if he didn't hear it.

Unexpectedly, on the day of the exam, this person read aloud solemnly on the radio——

"C.Show—her—the—way—to—the—hospital—"

At that time, there was no such term as a professional face-slapping account.

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Once he had a cold for a long time, I felt very distressed and wanted to bring him medicine, but I was embarrassed.Being innocent, I thought of a very roundabout way - I went home and washed my head with cold water, and successfully caught myself a cold.

The next day I went to class wearing a mask, and I gave him the cold medicine, emphasizing that I brought it for him "by the way".

He asked, "Why did you catch a cold too? Was it infected by me?"

I shook my head, not daring to tell the truth, for fear of being ridiculed to death.

Who knew that this guy's cold would be healed the next day, but I was sneezing every day and felt dizzy for a month.

Thinking about it now, I was really crying because of my own brain circuit.

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In the new semester, the seats were arranged again, and classmate F and I were no longer at the same table. I was very sad on the day we separated, and I cried secretly because of this, feeling that the sky was about to collapse.At that time, I was shy and shy, not as careless as I am now, and he would not take the initiative to contact anyone, so we seldom talked after we were no longer at the same table.

Our class goes to the laboratory every two weeks for chemistry classes. The seats in the laboratory are arranged according to the seats at the beginning of the semester, that is to say, only in the laboratory can I sit with him.

So every time I see "Chemistry Experiments" on the schedule, I feel very, very happy, and I will turn out the best-looking clothes and put them on the bed the night before, looking forward to going to school.

Once the school sent out a survey form, asking us to anonymously fill in our favorite teacher, favorite subjects, mathematics, language and geography that everyone else wrote, but I wrote "chemical experiment" as a joke.

I went to the office between classes, and the monitor was beside me to collect the questionnaires. He said that the most English was written, probably because the head teacher was an English teacher.

"There are still two people who wrote about chemical experiments." He said.

"Two?!" I asked incredulously.

He nodded, "Yes, two."

I remember the mood at that time, as if there was a small firework in my heart, and it exploded with a bang.

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The second year of high school is divided into classes of arts and sciences. Before we separated, everyone was busy writing classmate records. Writing classmate records is actually very ambiguous. If you can’t say it, you can write it down. How many people in our class confessed in the classmate records and then got together up.

I also bought a classmate record and asked the whole class to write it. Finally, I put the classmate record in front of classmate F as a matter of course.

He was not happy at first, saying he was bored, but he let it go when I insisted on it, and said, "Leave me here, I have time to write."

However, he was never free. It was not until the end of the second year of high school that he remembered to return the classmate record to me.

I opened it with great anticipation. This guy's message only has eight characters—study hard, don't be lazy.

I was almost mad at him.

Later I found out that this guy is really scheming, my classmate is with him, and I often have to take the initiative to find him, and he slowly read all the boys' messages in my classmate, Only after confirming that there is no "adultery" can I rest assured, and finally write a few words casually with a stroke of a pen.

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After the division of subjects, I read literature, student F studied science, and my brother was assigned to the same class.

In order to save time, F’s mother helped him rent a house near the school, and later my brother moved in together, and the two high school students started cohabitation mode (seems like something is wrong?) I would occasionally go there to help my brother Get a change of clothes.

Once I went to the rental house to help my brother get clothes as usual. They had to study late until nine o'clock in the key class, so there was no one at home.

It rained a lot when school was over, I didn't have the habit of bringing an umbrella, and I was drenched in water.Thinking that there was no one at home anyway, I took a shower and changed my brother's T-shirt hanging in the bathroom.

Then I went to my brother's room to read, and I wanted to wait for the rain to calm down before leaving.After a while, I went out with a cup and was bending over to catch the water when the bathroom door opened behind me with a bang.

As soon as I turned around, I saw F.

He just took a shower, his hair was wet, the point is, he just put on a pair of pants and came out topless!

I just watched the drops of water falling drop by drop from the tip of his hair, winding and sliding down the bare skin.Immediately, I felt that my breathing was not smooth.

And classmate F just stared at me calmly for a long time. At this time, normal people would ask "Why are you here?" or "When did you come?" to ease the embarrassment, right?No, he seemed to have forgotten the fact that he was not wearing any clothes. He walked up to me frankly, covered my head with the towel on his shoulders, and asked, "Have you taken a shower?"

I just nodded in a daze: "En."

He took the cup in my hand, turned around and filled it for me and handed it to me, saying, "Your brother will be back later, I'll take you home later."

I continued in a daze: "En."

Then I was like sleepwalking, carrying the cup, with his towel still covering my head, and went back with weak legs.

After a long time, when I recalled this incident, I scolded him: "You must have played a hooligan on purpose!"

He gave me a white look: "Blame me? The clothes you are wearing are my clothes."

I:……

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The school held a sports meeting, and I was arrested to participate in the relay race.When I met F during warm-up, I was so nervous that he promised to cheer for me.I pointed to the stands next to the starting point and said to him, "You and my brother will stand here in a while."

He said yes.

I went to line up before the run, stood on the track and looked back for them, both of them were gone!Ask the person next to you, saying that the teacher asked them to participate in the high jump collection.

As soon as the gunshots rang out, the audience was full of cheers, my mind was in a mess, and my stomach hurt from nervousness.I was the second bat, seeing that the first bat was about to end, I habitually looked back, thinking that I was dazzled, he didn't know when he returned to the stands, standing where I just pointed him.

The moment their eyes met, they immediately felt relieved.

He said that at such a critical moment, I was distracted and jumped up and waved to him.But I don't remember it at all, I just remember being very, very happy to see him standing there.Strange to say, when I was a child, my sense of happiness was not as abundant as it is now. Because I was afraid of disappointment, I didn’t dare to hope for anything, but I just trusted him, especially trust, and no one could bring me so much happiness like him. sense of security.

Later, I learned that he failed the first shot of the high jump, and asked him if he did it on purpose, and he said that I was thinking too much.

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The first time I saw a ballet in my life was with classmate F, and the lead dancer was F's mother.At the end of the day he went backstage to find his mom, and I followed. Classmate F pointed at me and introduced: "Mom, this is Qiao Yi, my deskmate."

That was the first time I met his mother, and I was very nervous (although we were only at the same table at that time), I wanted to say hello to Auntie, congratulations on your successful performance, but when my brain twitched, I opened my mouth and said: " Mom, congratulations on your successful performance."

After finishing speaking, everyone was stunned, and then burst into laughter. I wish I could find a hole in the ground and get in.

The next day I secretly asked F what his mother said about me, F held back his smile and said, "My mother said you are cute."

Once again I wanted to find a hole in the ground and go into it.

At that time, no one expected that after a few years, I really changed my name to Mom.

(End of this chapter)