My girlfriend who has been running for ten years is getting married tomorrow

Chapter 4 Ling Yiyao, I like you! (3)
"Are you sorry?" she asked in a low voice.

I said, "I don't know..."

She insisted: "If you don't know, you regret it!"

I looked into her clear eyes and said seriously: "I have no regrets."

On the third day after the end of the sports meeting, Ling Yiyao secretly slipped me a note, she said: "If you can pass the undergraduate degree, we will pretend to be together after the college entrance examination, and Yao Qiansui will be mad at you!"

I still don't quite understand the specific meaning of the so-called "pretending to be together", whether they are together or not, but at that time I had no time to think about it, and was completely dazzled by the sudden joy.I specially bought exquisite letter paper, and I was going to write another eloquent lyrical prose, but I spent a whole night of self-study with a pen in hand, rubbing five or six pieces of letter paper into paper balls, and then solemnly wrote on the last letter paper. Write four words on it:
"It's a word."

Zishi and Da Qiao soon found out that I was abnormal, because I seldom mixed with them anymore, I was buried in the classroom studying all day, and I was a bit "out of the group".They tried to save me from the fire and water, but their efforts failed. It was not until one day when they saw me and Ling Yiyao smiling at each other in the corridor of the teaching building that they realized something.

"The guy who forgets his righteousness when he sees sex."

"A villain who values ​​sex and despises friends."

So, I was expelled from the queue of the three wonders.In fact, without me, the two of them can still have a good time, and even lose their morals, such as sniping a kissing couple on the playground with cinder blocks.

Throughout the third year of high school, Ling Yiyao and I kept a common secret. Even if the two of us passed by each other, we never said hello.She always had a faint smile, and I tried hard to suppress the excitement in my heart, clenched my fists so that the nails were embedded in my palms.Occasionally, when there is no one around, I will say her name to myself, and then run wildly like a crazy monkey, which is really a joyous thing.

Ling Yiyao, I like you!I like it so much I can't wait to run naked in the teaching building, I can't wait to roll on the playground, I can't wait to rush into the principal's office and scream!
During that year, I studied hard, listened carefully to every lesson, and answered every test paper carefully.Especially in the second semester of the third year of senior high school, when the spring is sleepy and the summer is exhausted, the eyelids droop day and night. A lazy player like me has to suffer day after day with his eyelids open.In order to fight sleepiness, I had to change various tactics, such as keeping snacks such as raisins or melon seeds in the drawer, and solving problems while eating, so that my weight increased faster than my studies.

At that time, there was a terrifying legend about the high school in Nantong area.Every morning at three o'clock in the morning, student A walked down the empty corridor alone, and accidentally ran into student B from the next class. B rubbed his sleepy eyes and said, "Good morning. Are you here for morning self-study?"

A yawned and said, "I just went to study by myself at night."

B said: "Oh, good night then."

For a while, I was student A among them, until one day the word "hyperthyroidism" appeared on my physical examination report, and this way of preparing for the exam was terminated.

In March, SARS was rampant across the country, and our school was also in a panic. Even if someone coughed a few times, it might become a hot spot for the whole school.Not only that, the parent visit day at the end of the month and the boarding student holiday at the end of the month were all cancelled, and the school almost became an isolated island.

It was also during that time that masks became an ornament for the first time, printed with various cute patterns.I secretly gave Ling Yiyao a black mask with a cat's snout and whiskers painted on it. She only wore it once in school, and I was so fond of that shy and cute appearance.

At that time, we were so poor that only a few sons and daughters could be equipped with such a luxury as a mobile phone, and the communication tool for a poor boy like me and a girl to communicate with each other was only a note.

I secretly slipped a note to her: "You are so cute today!"

In the evening she replied: "Crazy."

I froze for a moment, feeling a little depressed, but when I lowered my head again, a playful grimace was drawn on the edge of the note.As a result, the whole world suddenly became brighter, and even the humming of the fluorescent lamps in the classroom became pleasant. I had no other way to celebrate except writing a test paper with all my energy.

Later, Ling Yiyao's parents gave her a PHS to keep her informed about her life and studies.So, I went to Da Qiao's dormitory every night to borrow his Nokia. Da Qiao reluctantly handed me the phone and said, "Be careful, the phone bill won't be too much."

I handed over one yuan and said, "Only send ten text messages."

Da Qiao put the coins in his pocket, took out a small sticky note, and carefully wrote two "positive" characters to show that this month's mobile phone fee will be reduced by the amount of ten text messages.At that time, text messages cost [-] cent, which was a very extravagant consumption for a middle school student.

In order to save the cost of chatting, each text message between Ling Yiyao and me is an article, and it will never be sent if it does not reach the maximum number of words.

In the previous monthly unified examinations in the third year of high school, my record showed a gradual upward trend, and my ranking went from the bottom to the top. I was once known as the so-called "seed player".There was even a period of time when I secretly hesitated in great distress, whether I should choose Tsinghua and Peking University in the imperial capital, or Fudan Tongji University in the magical capital.

But it turns out I was overthinking it.

In that year, Jiangsu Province suddenly announced the adoption of the "3+2+X" college entrance examination system, and hundreds of thousands of candidates were reduced to guinea pigs and rushed to the examination room like guinea pigs.The mathematics test paper is particularly inexplicable. The total score is 150 points, but the provincial average score is 68 points.And I sat in the examination room for more than an hour, and only scored 38 points. Although other subjects were considered high scores, it was already impossible to reverse the ending of being 9 points short of the undergraduate line.

Originally, I made an appointment with Ling Yiyao to exchange information as soon as the results of the college entrance examination came out, but I never did because I didn't have the face to announce my failure to her.At eleven o'clock at night, Ling Yiyao called suddenly and asked displeasedly, "Why didn't you call me?"

I said: "I failed the math test and didn't reach the undergraduate level. I'm sorry to tell you..."

She said "Oh" and asked again: "Then you don't care about my grades?"

"Of course I care! But you will definitely not fail the exam, you have never failed the exam."

She said coldly: "Who made the rules, what if?"

I suddenly became nervous and asked, "Then how did you do in the exam? Did you fail the exam?"

"of course not!"

No matter how perverted the test papers are, true academic masters will not take them seriously, so Ling Yiyao's math test score soared to more than 90 points, almost three times that of mine.At the same time, she surpassed the first line lightly, and she could basically see all the mountains and small things at a glance.

Ling Yiyao lowered his voice and said, "My parents are still awake, we'll talk about it when we get to school."

Since she was a child, she has always been excellent in character and learning. She is the pride of her elders, the trump card of her teacher, and a leader among children of her age.Her parents had high hopes for her, and her family education was extremely strict, strictly prohibiting her from falling in love with anyone until she graduated from university.She is a precious orchid carefully cultivated in the greenhouse, and I am just a dogtail grass with my head held high by the side of the road. Even if I am lucky enough to share a moment of sunshine and rain beside her, I will soon be uprooted by hard-working gardeners. Throw it in the backyard to feed the rabbits.

Yao Qiansui was the first gardener.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel very distressed. If I don't smoke a team of heroes, I will be unable to resist the eternal sorrow that pervades my heart.However, when the smoke was lingering, I thought of one more thing - since her family is so strictly controlled, I can't catch up, and neither can anyone else!
So, I stubbed out my cigarette and went to bed in a good mood.

On the day of filling in the application form, some families were happy and others were worried. I belonged to the "worry" group.

Logically speaking, there is no need for a professional player like me to participate in the voluntary reporting of the undergraduate batch, but the class teacher is lucky and insists on me coming here to gamble on luck.He said: "Maybe some undergraduate college is unlucky and admits you with lower grades?"

Well, maybe it is possible, just in case.

So I showed up with a shy face.

When others held a bunch of materials and argued which one had better food, Tsinghua University or Peking University, I sat in the corner of the classroom with a few buddies and played poker, pretending to ignore worldly disputes, but I couldn't hide the annoyance and bad luck on my face.One after another, guys who didn't know the truth came over to strike up a conversation: "Hey, Brother Yang, how did you do in the exam?"

I always reply with the word "roll", which is concise and powerful.

This time the college entrance examination Joe obviously performed exceptionally well, especially in mathematics, which has always been a headache for him.When he came to ask me which prestigious university to apply for, I rolled my eyes and said, "Get out! Get out as far as your thoughts go!"

Da Qiao took a light step back: "Hey! My thoughts are so far away."

"Go away, don't let me see you."

"Under the imperial decree!" He approached with a playful smile and threw a note in front of me.I opened it, and a line of delicate and beautiful handwriting appeared in front of my eyes: "Come out."

That's how the first date in my life came about.

I put down the poker cards, walked out of the classroom quickly, and saw Ling Yiyao standing by the flower bed from a distance, she turned and left as soon as I showed up.We walked one after the other until we walked up to the rooftop next to the studio of the art candidates, which was deserted and overlooked a corner of the campus.

We exchanged our test scores and returned them to each other. I sighed depressingly: "You give me ten points, is it okay?"

"You have to write an IOU," she said.

Then we giggled silly.

"I haven't reached the undergraduate level, so you don't have to fulfill the promise." I said dejectedly.

But Ling Yiyao pursed her lips and shook her head with a smile on her face. She said, "You have worked very hard this year. It doesn't matter whether you have reached the undergraduate level or not."

I was a little confused and didn't quite understand what she meant.

She blinked at me again, but still said nothing.

I had a sudden epiphany, and I was so happy that I danced and danced. If it wasn't for the fact that the relationship between the two of them wasn't familiar, I wished I could hug her up and walk around on the spot for a few times.Ling Yiyao hit me with her little hand and told me "don't go crazy" - this is one of her catchphrases, whenever I or her friends are so happy that they lose their composure, she will smile gently and remind me " Oh, don't go crazy!"

In the summer of 2003, Ling Yiyao and I officially started dating on the roof of the school studio.

(End of this chapter)