Chapter 10

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Today I suddenly wanted to go back and write about my first encounter with Brother 6.

In the summer of 2004, when I was 11 years old, I entered XX Junior High School.

Before taking the entrance exam for XX Junior High School, I was admitted to the other two junior high schools I applied for. Later, I found out that there was another junior high school, XX, which I had not applied for. Because XX Junior High School is a private school and recruits very few students, it is also one of the best junior high schools in our district with so many elites, so I was not 100% confident that I could get in. So I had even chosen one of the two junior high schools I had applied for before.

But unexpectedly, I later received an admission notice from XX Junior High School, so my parents went through a lot of trouble to help me transfer my file to XX Junior High School.

At the end of August, I became a member of the new preparatory class of XX Junior High School and entered Class 3.

I remember it very clearly. The weather was very good and sunny that day. Maybe because I came late, I sat in the last row of the classroom.

Our head teacher's surname is Chen (the same as what is written in Blue Tears, haha). After Teacher Chen gave us a brief opening speech, he asked us to introduce ourselves to the whole class in the order of our student numbers and to elect class committee members.

I remember there were 26 boys and 22 girls in my class. The boys’ student numbers were at the front and the girls’ at the back. My student number was 42, which was at the very back.

Then the self-introduction session began.

I may have had the gene of being a face lover since I was a child, and it is undoubtedly more serious now. At that time, I was sitting in the back observing every boy who came up to talk, and I was immediately impressed by Brother 6.

He is number 10.

At that time, he had a mushroom head and flat bangs on his forehead. He was tall and thin, with big, bright eyes and fair skin. He was a good-looking boy.

After he came on stage, he seemed a little shy and his voice was very soft. He said, "Hello everyone, I am XX."

After saying his name, he fell silent. He stood awkwardly behind the podium, not knowing what to say. Teacher Chen next to him asked him, "That's all?"

He smiled sheepishly, revealing two cute, shallow dimples on his face, and then slipped off the stage.

Wow, I thought this shy little boy was so cute at that time.

After everyone had introduced themselves, Teacher Chen asked everyone to volunteer to elect class committee members. When I was in elementary school, I was the school-level captain and the class monitor (Sang Ge felt like Shui Ge when he was young, and was a campus activist). I raised my hand to run for class monitor on a whim. Unexpectedly, everyone seemed to have a good impression of me, and I was directly elected class monitor.

I didn't expect that this squad leader would be in this position for four years.

Then school started.

During the early days of school, Brother 6 and I didn't seem to have much interaction. I was sitting in the fifth row and Brother 6 was sitting in the third row. After all, we were young and ignorant at that time. I just played well with the students sitting around me and didn't think about getting too close to other students.

Probably the real interaction will start one or two months after school starts.

At that time, what everyone looked forward to most was physical education class. We had one physical education class every week in a green area near the school. There were basketball courts and badminton courts in the green area. It was definitely more exciting for students not to have physical education classes at school.

When we got to Greenland, my good friends and I always played badminton together. Brother 6’s group of boys all played basketball. Sometimes when I was too lazy to play badminton, I would watch the boys play basketball with other girls.

At that time, I noticed Brother 6 again.

Because he was very good at basketball and was very tall, he was quite conspicuous. During halftime, I would talk to him for a few words, and he would still respectfully and shyly call me "class monitor."

After a few interactions, we became familiar with each other. Later, during physical education classes, he would come over to talk to me during halftime. Sometimes, a few girls and I would join them and play basketball with them.

After that, it was the usual break between classes.

Our seats were separated by an aisle, so we were quite close. I sat behind him on the left.

During breaks, he started to come over to chat with me often.

At first, she was quite polite and shy, and she would bring two other male classmates over to chat with me and my deskmate.

Later, sometimes when the other two male classmates were not available, he would come over and talk to me.

By then we were already familiar with each other, so I would tease him, "Why are you here again?"

He would smile and say, "Let's talk about games."

It evolved to the point where he would come over after every get out of class, and even when I went to the bathroom, I would see him sitting in my seat when I came back.

At first, it wasn't a big deal, but then a girl in the class joked, "Does Brother Liu like A (my deskmate)? Why did he run over to talk to her as soon as get out of class was over?"

That day, when I came back from the restroom, I saw him sitting in my seat again, chatting happily with my deskmate. Although I knew he was actually waiting for me, I didn't know why I suddenly felt a little jealous. I walked over to him and said fiercely, "Get up."

Brother 6 was a little stunned and stood up suddenly, "What's wrong?"

My face darkened. "Don't come sit in my seat and chat after class anymore. It's annoying. If you want to chat, go sit in your own seat."

As soon as I finished speaking, the bell rang. I didn't even look at the shocked expression on his face. I sat down with a stern face and prepared for class.

My deskmate probably heard what I just said, and at this moment he reached out and pulled my sleeve, "He actually came to look for you, and when he saw that you hadn't come back yet, he started talking to me."

I said "hmm" and didn't say anything. Brother 6 also returned to his seat at this time.

Throughout the class, he kept turning back to look at me.

I ignored him and pretended I didn't see him looking back at me.

As soon as the bell rang, almost as soon as the teacher walked out of the classroom, he rushed to my seat.

I treated him like air and didn't even respond when he called my name.

My desk mate A stood up from her seat decisively at this time, winked at him and asked him to sit in her seat.

Brother 6 quickly sat down in the seat next to me.

"Sangsang," he didn't call me squad leader this time, "don't ignore me."

I was still angry, so I yelled at him, "What are you doing here? Didn't A leave already?"

"Who cares about A?" He was also anxious.

I gritted my teeth and said, "Others say you like A."

"How is that possible?" He stared at me with his big eyes. "You're the one I come to see after every get out of class. I only talked to her because you went to the bathroom. Don't you know?"

I didn't say anything, but I was secretly happy.

"Then I won't talk to her anymore. I'll just sit in your seat and wait for you obediently," he said seriously.

“…That’s not necessary.”

"I don't care, as long as you are angry, I get scared," he said.

I was so amused by his servile tone that I turned around and laughed.

"Are you not angry anymore?" He came over quickly and looked at me with his big black eyes.

I shook my head and said, "Never mind. I forgive you."

He immediately smiled happily.

This seating incident made it clear what we both felt for each other. I can’t remember many other things, but I only remember his formal confession in April or May of the following year.

During that period, our relationship was always very good. In short, it was just some little ambiguity and excitement in our youth.

In the summer, for some reason, it suddenly became popular in the class to write yearbooks. Although yearbooks are usually written at graduation, who knew that everyone in the class would suddenly have one at that time, and everyone was passing it around to each other as if to follow the trend.

I also bought a yearbook at that time, and of course, I gave one to Brother 6.

After he finished writing, he came to give it to me during lunch break. When he gave it to me, he was obviously blushing.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

He carefully placed the paper he had written on my desk, face up, and told me, somewhat shyly and mysteriously, "Don't show the back to anyone else."

After saying that, he slipped away. I glanced at the basic information on the front in confusion. There was nothing special about it, but when I turned it over, I was stunned.

I looked up and saw him secretly looking back at me in his seat. He buried his face in his arms, leaving only his eyes exposed.

My face turned red in an instant.

The message page on the back was mostly blank, with only a single line of words scribbled in the middle:

The person I like is "$".

I am the only one in the class whose name is associated with this symbol.

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Brother 6: Women sometimes have really good memories. They can remember things that happened so long ago so vividly. So, you must not bully your wife, otherwise 10 years later she will pull out a little notebook and say these are all the mistakes you made back then... The picture is too beautiful, don't imagine it /doge