The sun in September still hasn't let go of City C, and the temperature of City C still remains at 38 degrees, but it's nothing for the air-conditioned City No.3 middle school. When other schools are still on holiday, classes are already starting here. Kick. Kick. In the classroom of class 14 on the third day of junior high school, listening to the familiar high-heeled shoes, Huang Xiaoxiang raised his head on the desk, rubbed his bleary eyes, and watched two women walk into the classroom one by one. No, it was a woman followed by a girl.

this girl is about 150, thin and wearing a ponytail. Wearing the old white T-shirt, black sports pants, holding several books in her hands, she stood quietly beside the woman and lowered her head. The bangs blocked her right eye, which looked ordinary, which was her first impression on Huang Xiaoxiang.

when the woman straightens out her proud chest, she scans the classroom. The classroom immediately calms down and looks at the woman. The woman looked at the girl beside her and pointed to the empty space on the right side of Huang Xiaoxiang. Then she went to the desk with her book in her arms and sat down. Then she found out the book of the class and looked at the woman on the platform. The woman coughed twice and said, "class."

when the tall and ordinary looking woman is talking about history, the boring Huang Xiaoxiang starts to secretly look at the girls around her. Her face is very small, only her palms are big, her facial features are harmonious, not very beautiful, but she is very patient. She looks down at the blackboard and stares at the book. She takes notes with a signing pen in her right hand, but she doesn't look at Huang Xiaoxiang. But in this way, Huang Xiaoxiang can To see her better.

after a class, Huang Xiaoxiang found that there was a kind of loneliness in her body that made people want to love. After class, maybe she's not special, maybe it's too hot to move, and there's no one around her. Huang Xiaoxiang has been secretly looking at her, I don't know why the more I look, the more I feel. A month later, she also made two good friends. Fortunately, all of them are women. Huang Xiaoxiang lies on the desk after class, pads her head with her arms, puts her face to the right and sleeps. In fact, she looks at her with empty eyes.

her name is Meng Xin. It's from y Town, but Huang Xiaoxiang secretly heard it from his friend. Meng Xin, the name sounds good. Today, she is still wearing a ponytail and a white sleeveless T-shirt. She has a black love on her chest. Maybe it's because she's too thin. Her small chest is only slightly raised. Her lower body is a pair of jeans, which looks fresh. This summer seems to be cool because of him.

but it didn't last long. In a recent transposition, Meng Xin was dropped from Huang Xiaoxiang's side. Somehow, he was dropped to the last row, while Huang Xiaoxiang was dropped to the second row, and the seats in the sixth row were not long. It's a problem to visit later. Huang Xiaoxiang's heart is more and more hungry. Eager to be with her, just sitting together.

Huang Xiaoxiang, who was transferred to row 2, was extremely depressed: "in a month, maybe she didn't know my name. Did she pay attention to me? Maybe she liked me?" But soon she shook her head. Maybe she didn't know me at all. I haven't said a word to her in this month. I don't want to, I dare not.

since "that incident", Huang Xiaoxiang has no self-confidence and self abasement in himself. If he talks to a girl for more than three sentences, he will blush, and gradually develop the habit of running away when he sees the girl he likes. Maybe it is this inferiority that makes him lose his best chance.