After modification, enter the love game

At that time, I will use the pseudonym Zhang Yueshan.

No one remembers my real name anyway.

After two seconds of embarrassment, Li Hua looked at the court as if nothing had happened.

Lin Tian has made his choice. Will he start the fight right away? Really? ! ! ! ? ?

Oh, he shot a three-pointer.

Li Hua looked regretful.

Now let’s take a look at this long-range three-pointer from a standing jump shot… The position seems good, can it go in?

All the players and spectators held their breath. This was a goal that everyone was looking forward to, a goal that was full of hope. It was the most powerful resistance from players with poor physical fitness against players with poor moral quality!

The ball drew an arc, rose, pushed sideways, and hit the target accurately!

Lin Tian scored! He made the shot! He hit Jiang Mu's palm accurately!

Oh, he was capped.

So I said, his winning rate is higher when he fights with his fists.

Zhang San covered his face, unable to bear to look.

It's back, it's all back.

All the painful memories of shattered Dao hearts came back.

Okay, let’s interview contestant Lin Tian again.

Contestant Lin Tian, ​​how do you feel now?

"Fuck!"

Very good, Lin Tian’s speech was still emotional, straightforward, and concise.

He is indeed a rich second generation. He can still remain so calm after being beaten again.

Lin Tian: "..."

Now he really wanted to start fighting with his fists.

The object is this referee.

Jiang Mu came over and patted Lin Tian on the shoulder: "Are you still fighting?"

Lin Tian still smiled confidently: "I can't beat him!"

At the end of the game, Jiang Mu won by a narrow margin of two goals.

After all, there were only two goals in total.

Jiang Mu said goodbye to Li Hua and was about to take his schoolbag home when the phone rang.

"…Opening anniversary?"

"Yes, it will be on Sunday night five days later. Each class will be required to give a performance. The venue will be the school auditorium, and participation is entirely voluntary.

But because your principal is a big spender, you are not allowed to take away drinks and snacks from the venue, but they are half the price, so the venue is always full every year..."

"Of course I know what you said." Jiang Mu said, "Recently, there are people rehearsing and dating every day on the playground, pretending to date but actually rehearsing, pretending to rehearse but actually dating, and rehearsing and dating at the same time."

"...Wait a minute, isn't your school's playground a little too busy?"

"It's not important." Jiang Mu waved his hand. "The question is, how did you know?"

On the other end of the phone, Chen Shuzhai said, "Because I'm a special guest."

"Specially invite you? Why?"

Jiang Mu really couldn't think of any reason to invite Chen Shuzhai.

Chen Shuzhai said: "I have money, I am a sponsor, and I don't advertise."

Jiang Mu felt that this reason was so damn powerful.

"What about you? Why do you suddenly want to come to this school to be a scapegoat?" Jiang Mu asked.

“Remember the past and envision the future.”

"speak English."

"…We never dated in high school, so I want to re-experience the feeling of going to school with my girlfriend, and also experience early love."

Chen Shuzhai was a little embarrassed, "I just happened to hear that you have a school anniversary, so I just donated some money."

Jiang Mu thought about it and said, "You mean, first the classroom, then the corridor, then the playground, then the grove, and finally the grove?"

Chen Shuzhai always felt that there was something wrong with the last location Jiang Mu gave as an example.

"Okay..." Jiang Mu said, "You two want to relive your school days, that's your freedom, why bother calling me?"

"I don't want to fight, but I have something to tell you." Chen Shuzhai said, "Do you remember that your friend Li Hua helped me with something?"

"There is such a thing."

"The reward he asked for was for me, the sponsor, to specifically invite you to the show."

I was wondering why Li Hua has been acting so mysterious lately.

Jiang Mu smiled and said, "It's a small problem... I'll just go on stage and sing a song."

He is not a socially anxious person like Lu Long'er, so it's nice for him to go on stage and join in the fun.

Chen Shuzhai: "It's a two-person program."

"Let's go on stage and do an impromptu crosstalk together."

"It's not a crosstalk, it's a drama. The content is a part of the dialogue under the moon from Romeo and Juliet. You and a girl, whose name seems to be... Zhang Cuihua?

Is this your girlfriend? How romantic! Your friend is such a brother, helping you to such an extent.

Huh? Why are you suddenly silent? Is the signal bad? "

NO.16 Ella, who is not my girlfriend yet [6k]

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Mu failed to find Li Hua.

So unfortunately, this beating will have to wait until tomorrow.

On the way back, Jiang Mu was stopped by a man.

It’s not quite appropriate to say that he was stopped. The man just stood in the corridor, responding to every classmate who greeted him, like a friendly and obedient large dog. Only when he saw the right person would he stride over with a smile.

He was a sloppy-looking man with curly hair and thick glasses. When he saw Jiang Mu, he smiled a harmless and friendly smile.

It’s Doctor Wen.

"Finally I found you." Doctor Wen said with a smile, "Excuse me, are you free now?"

"Maybe, what's the matter?"

"That's great. Although it may be a little presumptuous, could you please come over to my place and have a seat?" Dr. Wen said, "It's not an expensive item, but I have free coffee, cookies, snacks, and strawberry juice."

Jiang Mu raised his eyebrows and nodded silently.

The counseling room is a good place.

Unlike regular medical rooms, this one doesn't have a cold visual tone.

On the contrary, here, including the tables, chairs, and potted plants, most of the colors are comfortable colors. When the screen is drawn, this place becomes a private, just right small space; when the curtains are opened, this place becomes an open space with excellent lighting, right in front of the ginkgo and sycamore trees outside the window.

"Coffee or juice?"

"Coffee, thank you."

Doctor Wen smiled and poured Jiang Mu a cup of coffee. "Try it. I ground it myself... Don't forget the cookies. Coffee is incomplete without them."

“It’s a nice place, isn’t it?”

He looked very proud. "This is a great place for psychology teachers. I had to work hard to convince the dean to give me this room."

Jiang Mu was surprised: "You can actually convince the dean?"

"Psychologists always have a solution." Doctor Wen blinked, "Are you wondering why I asked you to come and sit with me?"

"It's true, but I figured it out on the way here." Jiang Mu said, "Except for that guy Li Hua, I can't think of anyone else."

Doctor Wen smiled silently, as if he agreed with Jiang Mu's guess.

"You are indeed a very capable child." He praised generously, "When I was your age, I was still worried about how to write a love letter."

Jiang Mu was immediately interested: "Have you written it?"

"Of course, you may not believe it, but I was the representative of the Chinese class at that time." Doctor Wen raised his eyebrows proudly, "I racked my brains, stayed up all night, and carefully considered the words. After careful consideration, I finally finished a romantic love letter that I think is unprecedented."

"Then?"

"Then I was discovered by my math teacher because I wrote a love letter during class. I was asked to stand in the office and read the love letter aloud. The Chinese teacher next to me also pointed out three grammatical errors."

"..."

Looking at Jiang Mu's slightly strange expression, Dr. Wen smiled.

"I really felt like the whole world was about to collapse. I felt like every classmate was laughing at me as I walked down the street. They said, look, this is the guy who read love letters loudly in the office. The teachers must have been so happy at that time.

I didn’t dare to look up during class, for fear that the teacher was looking at me with a mocking and weird smile. I would interpret each of their looks into different meanings: one was disdain, the other was contempt, and the last one, of course, was ridicule.”

Jiang Mu is really a good talker. The most important point in judging whether a person is good at speaking is that he will not talk too much when listening.

So he just asked, "What next?"

"Then this incident made me remember it for several years, until I graduated from high school. It was such a great day. Everyone was crying and laughing. At least twenty couples confessed their love and kissed in the cheers. The test papers scattered all over the sky looked like white petals."

"I now believe that you were the Chinese class representative."

"Hehe... My school is a classical school, so that day, many teachers put on Confucian robes and gave sincere instructions to each student like ancient masters, including me...

When he saw me, the teacher who took my love letter told me not to leave and to wait behind him for a while. I was puzzled, but at that time I was cowardly and clear-headed, like a homeless cat, so when the teacher said so, I subconsciously did it. "

Jiang Mu joked: "Forgive my poor eyesight, but I really don't see how the word cowardice has anything to do with you."

"Haha, has anyone ever told you, Jiang Mu, that you are actually good at chatting? In fact, this kind of personality still exists in me until now, but adults always have to learn to cover it up."

Doctor Wen smiled and said, "Go on... That was the longest time in my life. I watched every classmate, whether I knew them or not, walk past me. They hugged the teacher, cried, and talked to each other. Thinking about it now, it's really touching.

But I didn’t think so at that time. I didn’t know what I was going to face, maybe scolding, maybe ridicule… Many teachers looked at me and laughed. I lowered my head and just wanted it to be over quickly.”

"That sounds tough."

"Fortunately, it was all just the sensitive soul of a teenager." Doctor Wen paused, "Then I saw her."

"she?"

"Her," Dr. Wen said, "the love letter was supposed to be given to the person it was read to."

"It sounds like you didn't send it out then."

"Of course, I said I was a coward. A cowardly person would never send a love letter under such circumstances," Dr. Wen said. "Then I was pushed out."

“Who pushed it?”

"I don't know, I just felt a great power. The teacher caught me, put her hand on my shoulder, and said to her, this child has something to say to you."

"So that's how it is." Jiang Mu sighed.

"Yes, that's how it is." Doctor Wen said, "Then things were very simple. In her expectant eyes, I summoned up the greatest courage of my life, and then I sadly discovered that I had forgotten the contents of the love letter...

Just when I was in despair, my Chinese teacher handed me a piece of paper. The words on the paper were not cursive, but neat and readable. The content was familiar and unfamiliar to me—because the teacher really helped me correct those three grammatical errors.

"...As for what happens after the successful confession, please give me some privacy, teacher."

Doctor Wen scratched his cheek shyly, "Even if you're a psychologist, there are some topics that you can't go too deep into."

Jiang Mu smiled: "What a good story."

"...It's not that good, to be honest. Those guys are all older men who have been married for many years. They made a plan that seemed very romantic, but they ignored too many details."