Meng Shen Love College - V13.Chapter 150

Although Chen Zihan did well, he chose the last row because of his height.

Then, I retreated, and then retreated, just as there was a rope between me and him, he slowly pulled me to his side. Of course, at that time, the teacher asked him to help me improve my grades. It is said that the teacher talked to Chen Zihan about changing seats as long as he mind. However, Chen Zihan agreed that I would not affect him, and he was willing to help me.

As a result, I became Chen Zihan’s deskmate. Unexpectedly, the whole class didn’t envy me, but looked at me calmly as Chen Zihan’s deskmate. Later, I learned that they didn’t pay attention to me at all and didn’t worry that Chen Zihan would take a fancy to me.

I stood in front of the school again, as if I had been separated from the rest of the world. The light in the afternoon was warm and lazy. Lazy sunshine on the school’s lettering, with a hazy, like a dream.

It has been included in the reconstruction project of the city center. The administrative building in front of it has been demolished. Our teaching building has not been demolished. As well as the school gate, it’s like giving the students of this school a chance to remember.

The reception room is still reserved, in which are people from the construction site, in order to prevent idlers from entering and accidents.

And the three of us are gods, so even if we stand in front of mortals, mortals may not be able to see us. We enter from the school gate, and suddenly everything begins to return to its original appearance, just like the movie retrogression, the trees return to their original position again, and the dust of the wall brick begins to rise. In front of me, the sea turns into mulberry fields, and the eyes are covered with gray, returning to the romantic beauty of the campus.

“Here is the master!” Ancient excited, “master! Master He cried.

I went to the bulletin board in front of the administration building. The bulletin board was under the hundred year old ginkgo tree. On that day, Chen Zihan and I were crowded together and scattered. At the moment when we met his body, my heart beat faster. I just pretended to be calm and didn’t want to be treated as a flower girl by that handsome boy.

“Master – Master -” the cry of the ancient Rubik’s cube reverberates in this empty campus. A gust of wind blows, instantly everything is dyed green, and instantly yellow leaves fill the branches.

That early autumn also with a trace of the end of summer hot wind, that is the time I met him.

He’s leading me back to the moment we first met.

“It’s not me that the master wants to see…” In ancient times, he lowered his face to one side and marveled at the instant changes of all things, because everything in front of him was not magic, but real magic.

“Let her go alone.” In ancient times, looking at her, “the master only wants to see her.”

He looked at me noncommittally: “sister Xiaolan.”

I nodded to him, and he stood in the same place slightly uneasily, together with the ancients.

I went to the teaching building. There was only one person in the quiet teaching building. My shadow passed on the wall, and the sunlight also poured into the stairs. I still remember that I always met him when I went to school every day. I was not allowed to go to school, and other girls were waiting every day. It happened that I could meet him when I went to school every day. Even if I was late, I would still meet him in the shed.

He laughed at me, I would blush, and then rushed to the classroom, just don’t want to be seen by him that I blush. Then, he would catch up and pat me on the back of the head. I glared at him in disgust, and he turned to smile at me again.

I always thought he would go, but he would wait for me at the stairway and go upstairs with me.

Even if I enter the class door with him every day, there is only him in the eyes of girls, and I float past him like the air.

Until I sat next to him.

When I look up, it’s our last year’s classroom. In autumn, the bright glass windows sprinkle into the classroom, shining on the clean desks, exuding a touch of old yellow light. It’s like entering an old photo world, dreamlike.

I went to the last row and sat down in my own position. Time seemed to go back to the beginning. Xia Xiaolan, the girl who always got the lowest score and didn’t look outstanding.

The outside world power knows money but not people.

The world of high school is also powerful. First I look at my face, then I look at my grades. My face and grades are not occupied, so I have no friends. It’s not until I sit here and become Chen Zihan’s deskmate, his friends, that I become my friends, and the girls around me.

“I remember you were always collecting love letters for me at that time.” His voice, his arm on the back of my back, gently, close to my back, deep eyes on my side face, just like those girls who are always secretly watching him, secretly in love, the eyes with a trace of enthusiasm, began to burn my side face.

When I sat next to him for the first day, he laughed for a long time. I didn’t understand what he was laughing at, so I looked at him strangely: “what are you laughing at?”

But he stretched out his hand and made a grasping movement: “it feels like you can’t escape from my five finger mountain.”

I was surprised to see him, but he touched my head: “be obedient later.”

“Ah?” I opened his hand and was upset. Because, I know that he is not only to me, he is to many girls! Therefore, I will never misunderstand that he will like me.However, he is too handsome, and sitting beside me, how can my heart hold? When I know that I love him secretly, I also know that I am doomed to no result.

There is nothing special between him and me.

He teaches me homework, he will teach other girls homework, as long as the girls ask, he is willing to help.

When he touches my head, he will also touch other girls’ heads. Touching girls’ heads seems to be his habit. Those girls who are touched by him will be very red and lovely.

He will go home with me, he will go home with other girls, as long as he is on the same road, he will not refuse. As we all know, he is gentle and warm.

However, when he played, he only asked me to bring him clothes, water, umbrella, breakfast and notes.

I’m just like the maid he used in the vulgar romantic drama, but he doesn’t like the man who used me intentionally in the vulgar romantic drama. He was very kind to me and told me: we are good friends. Because of this sentence, we did not degenerate into the hero and heroine in the vulgar romantic drama, but I was also tragically hammered.

But I’m still proud of this sentence. Other girls are eager to be his girlfriend, but I’m satisfied to be his good friend.

Finally, the girls saw it. They saw that Chen Zihan thought I was a friend, so they began to sneak the love letter to me and asked me to throw away the love letter of other girls.

I began to receive love letters and gifts for him. During that time, I enjoyed it very much. I felt that I was the master who decided whether other people’s love letters could reach Chen Zihan.

Chen Zihan likes to ask me to stop reading love letters to him, but love letters are always in the first person, which makes me feel more and more numb