sticky notes

"The only one you know how to do it?"

Class monitor Liu Ning shouted in class.

I really can’t think of a patriotic song that isn’t so childish, so a quick search online turns up a ton of subtitles that start with kindergarten.

But actually, it’s better not to shout next time

"I really love you."

"Fuck, Brother Jiuri, you have such a dead voice, shut up, I need to clean my ears."

"No, An Ge, give me some face."

Otherwise you will hear this heavenly sound.

Xu An spoke rudely, but Zhou Yanxu insisted on singing.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong. You sang very well, really very well, you can go to a concert. But my deskmate is sleeping, please don't sing anymore."

Xu An was originally watching his deskmate sleeping with his face buried in his arms, with the sunlight from the windowsill shining on his hair, when he was suddenly startled by the howling sound.

Yu Xia had really fallen asleep, but the sound became more and more unpleasant, so he retracted the hand that was stretched out.

After Xu An finished his last sentence, he raised his head.

"Donation of mouth is recommended"

Xu An ran to the side to gloat over his misfortune.

Yu Xia rolled her eyes and prepared to go back to sleep.

As soon as he turned his gaze back, he saw two more things in the drawer: a box of Orion pie and a small Dove chocolate.

He looked at it for a while without saying anything.

When class is about to start

Xu An looked at Xiao Yu, wanting to say something but hesitant, and finally pulled his school uniform very awkwardly.

It seems that he wants to say more, but in the end he can only squeeze out two words.

"Thanks."

The boy was speaking to him, but his eyes kept drifting to the side. His neck was slightly flushed.

“How can I be sure it was me who bought it?”

Xu An did not play by the rules. With a smile on his face, he looked at the boy against the light.

"I……"

Yu Xia felt a little short-circuited after looking at it for too long.

"Did you sleep?"

“…It’s so noisy.”

"I brought this with me when I went to buy some sticky notes." Xu An said in a tone that couldn't be dragged out any longer. "Don't be too touched."

"If you make another noise, I'll hit you on the head."

Xu An blinked his eyes.

"You're so fierce."

"Idiot."

The two teenagers had used up all the sticky notes again, passing messages to each other during class. One was sharing enthusiastically, while the other was commenting harshly.

Wednesday night was the performance. The morning classes were supposed to be boring, but many students were holding themselves up, looking miserable.

Chinese teacher Ye was probably overwhelmed by the popularity of Class 1 today. It was only at noon that he was reminded by the math teacher next door that he realized that he was wearing his clothes inside out.

"What have you done to yourselves after a cultural performance?" Her hair stood up due to static electricity, and she looked really angry.

"Come, Zhou Yanxu, read your composition."

Zhou Yanxu stood up quickly, and because he stood up so quickly, the stool moved backwards due to inertia, causing the table behind him to tilt up, which scared the students behind him.

"Damn, there was an essay yesterday?" Yu Xia felt like the sky was falling, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

He had wanted to try out the class-specific competition test yesterday, but he fell asleep after finishing a few of them.

"Didn't you write it?"

"Shut up and give me a pen, I'm out of ink"

Teacher Ye was wandering in the second corridor in front.

"He's as anxious as an ant on a hot pot? Why? An ant has been stepping on a hot pot for so many years and hasn't been scalded to death yet? You're in the second year of high school, and if you want to write a perfunctory essay, don't use those elementary school stuff."

She rolled the Chinese textbook into a tube, moved it from group 1 to group 4, and pointed at them one by one.

Yu Xia looked at the title for a while, organized his words, and started writing.

There is nothing difficult to write.

Unless you are writing for an essay contest or are going to win an award, the content of your article should not be too boring or classic.

The rest of the time I just write.

The first thing to do is to write a lyrical paragraph that echoes the title of the article. The beginning should be poetic and picturesque, and it is best to mention the theme at the end to make the beginning and the end echo each other.

His own usual technique for supplementing writing.

"I don't even want to talk about your essays. I don't want to talk about that word either. Just look at it yourself. Do I need to use a microscope to look at it with you?"

"Some people copy others, that's fine. They write a good lyrical piece, and you copy one after another, and then inexplicably write about the other person's grandmother dying. Where's the morality? Isn't it just copying an essay, but you've copied away the moral principles?"

She didn't know whether she was angry or laughing. She supported her forehead with her hand and her facial expression could not be seen.

Yu Xia has already finished the opening.

His handwriting is very beautiful, with a light and sloppy style, not the kind of cursive that is difficult to understand. The strokes are light and the strokes are smooth.

But the usual sloppy is not necessarily

"Yu Xia, please read your ending."

Xu An just looked at his new deskmate, who had just finished writing 500 words and still had the second part and an ending to write when he stood up and stared at the blank space below very calmly.

He paused for a moment, but without changing his expression, he started reading as if there were words on his homework book.

Teacher Ye was quite satisfied.

"Holy crap, you wrote it? So quickly?"

Although Xu An could also write a piece in public, he never thought that Yu Xia could write it quickly and with high quality.

He usually puts on a show and waits for the teacher to speechlessly ask him to sit down.

"I wrote a piece of shit."

As soon as Yu Xia sat down, he took out a pen and started writing frantically.

"With an ending like this that's very good, the main text won't be too bad either." Teacher Ye's voice was both far and near.

Some people had to stop writing.

Yu Xia watched her pick up the blue exercise book. Her lips twitched as she looked at the half-written composition.

"Yu Xia, I'm praising you."

She put the notebook down and adjusted her glasses.

"Copy the weekly test paper 10 times."

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

"Damn it, Mr. Ye is not a human being."

Lin Zhao flipped through the paper and sighed for a while.

"Brother Xia, you are really awesome. You can even read the ending without writing it down." Zhou Yanxu will not leave where he can join in the fun.

"Why don't you help me copy it a few times when you have time?"

"Hahaha...my mom told me to go home and feed the sows"

Zhou Yanxu looked like he felt sorry for his brother but couldn't help.

"I think you look like a sow." Xu An stood up for his deskmate for a while.

Liu Ning moved the person over stealthily.

"Yu Xia, you didn't copy the homework, did you? How about joining our group chat? Do you have a cell phone? Where's WeChat?"

She came over quietly, reached under her clothes and took out something.

There was a cell phone under the clothes.

"Oh, the squad leader is very brave."

"If you dare to sue me, I will drag you out and behead you."

Liu Ning pressed Zhou Yanxu and threatened him.

Yu Xia was quite open and honest. He took out his phone and scanned the QR code.

There were quite a lot of people in the first shift who brought their cell phones, but because the potato inspection was quite strict, almost no one took them out.

Yu Xia opened the class group, which was their students' class group, and there was no teacher.

The notes are also quite fancy.

He scrolled down the list of people, waited for it to refresh slightly, found a familiar name and clicked on it.

〖Requested Xu An to be added as a friend〗

〖Xu An has accepted your friend request〗

Yu Xia looked up at the person next to him: "Did you bring your phone?"

Xu An leaned over to look at Yu Xia's phone screen.

"If you can take it, why can't I? I gave the potatoes back to you at the weekend." Yu Xia slapped Xu An in the face.

"I'll chop off your hand if I see you."

"Wow, deskmate, you actually hit me! Ahhh, you actually hit me! You hit me?!!"

Yu Xia was silent for a while, then reached out to touch Xu An's face and pressed it lightly.

The price is that some people's computer will be down.

At the 7-Eleven convenience store, Yu Xia took out a box of Orion Pie and a few ink pens.

When I saw the stationery section, my feet stopped unconsciously.

An invisible force made him take two stacks of notepaper.

"Just take a dozen."

Someone saw it.

Yu Xia put the other dozen back. "Well, why?"

Xu An saw that some people were still pretending to be tough, their faces were a little red, and they were still asking him questions as if nothing had happened.

“Because I took a bunch too.”

Yu Xia paused for a moment as she put her fingers back, turned her head back a little stiffly to look, and then retracted them again.

“WeChat is available.”

"Know"

“Then there’s no need to take it.”

"Then why did you take it?"

I don’t know, but I took it anyway.

There was a moment of silence in the air.

"Because I like to read your handwriting," Xu An said and took a step forward.

Yu Xia was so scared that she didn't dare to move.

He took a Band-Aid from the shelf next to Yu Xia, paused for a moment, and then took out a bottle of iodine disinfectant.

After the two of them paid the bill, Xu An stood at the door of the convenience store and rummaged through the bags.

He took out the iodine disinfectant.

Yu Xia stood by and waited for him.

"do what?"

He looked at his deskmate and saw that he had no intention of getting close to him, but instead walked a few steps towards him.

Xu An grabbed his left wrist and rolled up his sleeve with his right hand, revealing the dense scratches and scars on his wrist left by the blade.

He saw it. He saw it a long time ago.

I've been wearing long sleeves for a long time, even in the summer when I wear very transparent long sleeves. I think they will be discovered.

Yu Xia felt his heart skip a beat, as if someone was competing with him for oxygen and he could hardly breathe.

It’s like a secret that has been stored in your mind for a long time has been discovered by others.

Realize it later.

He shook off Xu An's hand.

"I..." Although I realized it later, it was just an instinctive subconscious reaction.

But this instinct was delayed by something.

Yu Xia pulled his hand back cowardly.

Xu An felt like he was looking at a child, stubborn and unwilling to be taken care of. He felt both angry and amused, and used a cotton swab to dip some iodine and apply it to the wound.

"Don't you want to ask me why?"

It was quiet for a while.

Yu Xia asked without any reason.

"You didn't explain it in advance, so why should I ask? It makes no difference whether I ask or not. If I know, we can't be friends anymore?" Xu An said as he turned his head back.

Yu Xia always remembered it.

The only explanation Ms. Liao Shengnan finally believed for his illness was the wound on his hand.

Whether she believed it or not, in fact, he didn't even believe it himself at the beginning.

I'm not a psychopath

When Yu Xia was little, she was very afraid of pain. Even when she got her vaccinations, she would curl up in Liao Shengnan's arms, eyes closed, and sometimes she would secretly look back.

When will I no longer be afraid of pain?

When did these things change quietly?

"...Do you believe in this kind of thing?" Yu Xia didn't leave, but looked up and asked him.

The street lights stretched the shadows of the two people very long.

He rarely pulls someone together late at night to tell his story and confide in others.

In fact, there has never been one.

This feeling was wonderful. He didn't have to worry about the person in front of him or tell anyone else about these things. He had a kind of peace of mind that made people inexplicably trust him.

It may be because this person is not particularly familiar to him, but he is not a stranger either.

The two of them leaned on the side of the road and chatted for a long time.

The wind blew past her ears, messing up Yu Xia's bangs, which emitted a little starlight under the street light.

Xu An listened very quietly, and except for occasionally expressing his own feelings, he basically didn't interrupt.

I watched Xiao Yu calmly talking about some sad things, but there was no expression on his face.

"I come from a single-parent family. My mom..." He paused, then stepped on empty air. "...She was busy with work. Anyway, nothing much happened. It was probably after my mom and dad divorced, and I was with her. Then, the pressure from studying got too much, and I got sick for no apparent reason. Actually, I didn't think I was sick at first, but after a series of nightmares and my hands were shaking while I was doing homework, I felt like something was wrong. My mom refused to believe it at first, but then she found some clues and my grandmother passed away, so she didn't comment much."

Actually, the wind is quite cold. Complicated things have happened over the past few years, and it is quite painful to put it into one sentence.

“Maybe she just doesn’t accept it.”

"I know." He was very upset now. Although he had vented a lot of things that were weighing on his heart, he didn't want to say anything else. "Okay, forget it now."

"Why?"

“Don’t you think this is stupid?”

Yu Xia glanced at the watch

"Guess what time it is."

"Ah...what?"

Xu An was taken aback by the sudden change of subject. Even after hearing it clearly, he still had to ask another question.

"5 minutes late"

Yu Xia uttered a few words calmly

Xu An said indifferently:

Whose class?

He felt that no matter what class he took, it would be fine, and he wouldn't miss anything important if he was late.

Cultural Performance

Well, there's something.

Xu An pulled Yu Xia's sleeve and turned away.

Of course there is something going on. This is our first time on stage together.