The Love Equation

On a sunny afternoon, Zhao Fanzhou was studying in the library. He likes to lean against the window. A large piece of floor-to-ceiling glass allows the sunlight outside the window to sprinkle on the concrete floor through the leaves, and it breaks into a patch. Reading books, drinking tea, has a quiet and comfortable. But this comfort was soon destroyed by two girls. There were two girls sitting on the opposite table, a wonderful contrast, one was thin, tall, with a beautiful face; one was fleshy, small, with a naughty look-naughty, he did n’t know why The word has emerged. What happened later, he felt that his sixth sense was really accurate.

Zhao Fanzhou lowered his head again to read the book. "Shar ......... Shar ..." The sound of the plastic bag, "Wow ... Wow ..." The sound of pouring water, "Da ... Da ..." The sound of turning pen. No matter how good Zhao Fanzhou's temper was, he raised his head and glared at the little girl for a long time, but a little discouraged, they were not watching him at all, so he glared for a long time. Instead, the tall girl next to her found out, hit her with her elbow, and whispered, "Noisy." She raised her head and looked in the direction of Zhao Fanzhou, a little embarrassed smile, lowered her head to quietly Reading. Zhao Fanzhou also lowered his head to read, but he accidentally aimed at her and secretly made a grimace at him. He is a little angry and funny, what a girl!

After being quiet for a while, he suddenly raised his head in a reflex, and saw the girl tidying up the table and knocking over the cup. Alas-it seems that this afternoon should be ruined. He took out a pack of tissues and handed them over. The girl took the tissue and smiled gratefully at him, then stopped the water from spreading on the table. After tidying up, he suddenly lay on the table, his shoulders kept shaking, Zhao Fanzhou was startled, shouldn't he cry like this? When she lifted her head, he realized that her eyes were bright and she had a big smile on her face. Is it so funny?

Sure enough, he watched her keep dropping this thing across the afternoon, dropping that thing, going to the toilet, borrowing books, and pouring water. Every time she did something that made a sound, she glanced around with a guilty conscience, then lowered her head for ten minutes.

"Rafting, eating together at night? Jia Yichun" The mobile phone quaked quietly. He picked it up and watched, and at the same time heard the **** the opposite side whispering to another girl: "The sound of vibration seems to fart." Suddenly, the two began to cover their mouths and laugh.

"Okay, see you in front of the cafeteria." He returned a text message. Collecting things and leaving, she glanced at the girl before leaving. She lowered her head as if she was very serious, not paying attention to his departure.

I met Jia Yichun at the entrance of the canteen. She smiled and said, "You learn to be nerd like this every day. Have you finished reading your" Securities Technical Analysis "last time? He remembered that one afternoon he was studying the **** the opposite side, and he barely read any books. It was really boring. He smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head.

Two days later, at the school ’s English corner, Zhao Fanzhou saw her talking with a foreigner, her little man standing next to the foreigner, it seemed very funny, she seemed to be with some tall people. . She looked back as if she felt Zhao Fanzhou's eyes, but her eyes turned around in the classroom, and then went back to talk to the foreigner. Zhao Fanzhou was a little disappointed. He was n’t arrogant enough to think she must remember him, but that was only two days ago. He endured her noisy one afternoon. She grimaces him and he gave She handed the paper towel, and she didn't even stop looking for two seconds. Has he forgotten so easily?

It's a strange phenomenon. When you notice a person, you always seem to encounter him accidentally.

In such a big school, he always seems to be able to meet her: in the cafeteria, she eats at the row of tables in front of him on the left; in the library, she is just in front of him and waits for the third book; She was standing next to him flipping a magazine; in the supermarket, she pushed the car past him ... and even more discouraged was that she had never discovered his existence. He is at least a model, and he has received a lot of love letters since childhood.

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