In high school, I met the most man show boy I have ever seen in my life. Before I thought he was the most man show, I thought he was the coldest.
The reason is that my good friend in high school sat at the same table with him for a month, and they never said a word.
this is ridiculous.
My good friend spits in front of me every day, saying that he won't remind her when the teacher has come to confiscate the novel.
I didn't tell her when I watched her cross the papers.
Ask him questions and ignore him.
spit for a month and refresh my knowledge every day. I'm a chatterbox. I can't understand his spiritual world if I avoid this cold animal.
But unfortunately, I will change my seat next month and become his new deskmate.
Because of the deep-rooted impression of exotic flowers, I sat down in fear and wondered how I should spend this miserable month.
But on the first day when I sat at the same table, I wondered if my good friend had made a mistake or deliberately exaggerated.
because he reminded me to hand in my papers.
not only that, but he touched me with his arm and whispered that the teacher was coming when I was looking down at the novel.
He even took out his math notes to tell me about the topic, marked the key mountains for me in the atlas, and recited my political test sites.
He talked to me a lot and acted like a normal deskmate. Why is it so cold?
but I learned later that he really didn't talk to other girls. Unless it's a long-time friend.
At the class party after the college entrance examination, the monitor asked everyone to answer a question honestly. He was asked: which girl do you like?
he said my name.
The whole class is crazy. The first reaction is that even monks have girls they like?
I never thought that he would like me.
Because he never said a word to me except for the month when he was a deskmate and three years in high school.
you can't be so calm when you like someone.
Later, I learned more from other people:
He began to like me from the first year of high school. The initial reason was that he accidentally saw me take off my glasses and thought my eyes were particularly beautiful.
Every year when the class cadre is elected anonymously, he only writes my name.
He helped me sort out all the subjects' papers after I came home from sick leave.
It's not a trick for me to recite the latitude and longitude of the mountains again and again, but I hope I can remember them better.
because I like candy, he bought a large jar and said it was bought at home, so he gave it to his classmates and gave it to me.
Even in the last monthly exam of senior three, I deliberately didn't use the math machine to read the card, and I did badly. I just hope I can choose a seat behind me and sit next to me. Unexpectedly, when it was his turn to choose, someone around me had to sit behind me.
He did many things that I didn't know or even knew.
I don't like him, but I think what he does will be warm besides being too man show.
at least I'm not a useless person. Some people will like me, and some people will be nice to me just because they like me.
I used to think that everyone's favorite would be announced to the world in a big way, but later I found out it wasn't.
In fact, we all have our own ways to like someone.
Some likes are cautious, and they only dare to say hello to you softly when they have all the courage.
H told me that she had received an anonymous message. He talked for a long time about how he realized his impression of her now, and then carefully asked her if she liked anyone. H said that after telling him that she had a boyfriend, she felt a little guilty, so she inexplicably sent him a joke about her closet.
Some likes are quiet. If you don't pay attention, you may never find out his subtle thoughts.
I found a warm secret when I was studying at night in F High School. She was sitting in the last row of the classroom, staring blankly around, and accidentally looked at a boy sitting in the first row of the classroom. Then the boy immediately turned around, took off his glasses and lowered his head, and his whole ears were red. F said that it was only after that that he noticed that his name on the signature banner was so close to hers.
? And Z, she got up late in high school once, and when she went to the cafeteria for breakfast, she saw the boy who often met with a canvas bag slung sideways. When Z passed by them, he heard the boy's friend say that you should wait a few more minutes. Z told me that when he heard that sentence, he was very narcissistic and thought that the boy was waiting for her. He felt very moved. Because she often regrets not waiting for a few more minutes. Of course, she is not waiting for him.
But some of them are so powerful that they can't wait to declare their sovereignty to the whole world: This is my man!
S said that she once had a crazy crush on someone, so that people in the whole grade knew about it, and even many people came to tell her where she was when they met that boy.
where they * * * appear together, there will always be jokes from classmates. She once bought a beautiful notebook, filled with what she wanted to say to him, and gave it to him. I asked s, and then what? She smiled and said, later, later we became friends.
?
We are so clumsily in love with someone, or, fortunately, we are being loved quietly.
We look up at the person we like gently, and feel that the best in the world is nothing more than that. Looking forward to the purest self in exchange for another person's sincerity.
being liked is a happy and burdensome thing, but at least it should not be disgusting.
you don't have to like me, but I hope that knowing that I like you won't make you feel bored.
after all, all likes deserve to be treated gently.
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