Chapter 15

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Soon, the first semester of the first grade of junior high school will begin.

Two weeks have passed since I asked my good friend to break up with Brother 6 and Brother 6 agreed to it. During these two weeks, I have not tried to contact him again. Even though his QQ was on, I didn't have the courage to say a word to him.

And he never even contacted me, I thought he would want to ask the reason.

This is natural. Anyone who comes back from a study tour in Australia and is full of joy and anticipation about meeting someone will not be able to bear it if their heart and eyes are poured cold water on like this.

He must hate me to death.

After the first few days of sadness and sorrow, this feeling seemed to fade away gradually. At the same time, I couldn't let my parents feel my emotions, so I could only suppress all my feelings in my heart. After suppressing them for a while, I felt that it didn't matter anymore.

However, I was still somewhat afraid of seeing him again at school after the breakup.

In such an uneasy mood, school officially started.

On the first day back to school, I arrived at the classroom very early. After looking around the classroom, Brother 6 had not arrived yet, so I hurried to help the teacher with the class committee.

When I came back, I saw him talking to his deskmate.

The next second, he looked up and saw me.

Their eyes met in the air, and almost immediately, he looked away expressionlessly.

I felt extremely sad for a moment.

My feelings were confirmed. He really hated me. After all, I was the one who broke up with him for no apparent reason.

And he did nothing wrong, he even thought about me when he was in Australia.

When I returned to my seat, my deskmate, who knew about the situation between me and Brother 6, looked at me cautiously and said, "Are you and Brother 6 really broken up?"

I nodded, feeling very listless.

Adolescent boys and girls are all sensitive and perceptive. Within a few days after school started, almost the entire class knew that something was wrong between me and Brother 6. Some of the braver ones would ask directly, but they didn't dare to ask Brother 6 (Brother 6 looked rather aloof and didn't like to talk to people). Instead, they all came to ask me, and I could only respond awkwardly.

Every day when I go to school, I always pass by his seat in the classroom, whether in physical education class, morning exercises, or lunch... I have no way to completely avoid making eye contact with him, and there is no way to avoid meeting him, and the indifference in his eyes makes me feel very uncomfortable.

Looking at him, we can't even be friends or ordinary classmates.

Every day, I am frustrated by this indifference.

And I know I regret it.

Actually, I still like him.

This kind of liking for me has not diminished at all with the passage of time. The inexplicable emotions I had during the summer vacation disappeared as soon as I saw him. Whenever I saw his dimples showing when he smiled while talking to others, I would feel a bitter taste in my heart.

I really deserve this, I thought to myself.

Maybe we will never speak again.

Although I was a fearless person at that time, I was too scared to chase him back because I was at fault first.

Soon, something happened.

After the midterm exam, the head teacher said that the seats of the whole class needed to be adjusted. The teacher asked everyone to wait in the corridor with their backpacks, and then called the students in one by one according to the order from the corridor to the window.

When my name was called, I found that my seat was basically the same as my original one, still in the fourth row. As a result, when I just sat down, I heard the head teacher call out Brother 6's name.

His new position was behind me.

In other words, there was only one person between him and me, and I could see him by turning my head.

…

Before I could say anything, I saw the tall and thin Brother 6 walking into the classroom with his schoolbag. When he passed by me, he lowered his head and looked at me.

This look was different from the indifference of the previous period, and seemed to have some indescribable complex meaning.

My heart was pounding.

The new location was quickly arranged.

During the English class, the teacher asked us to do group discussions, with six people in each group.

I turned around and discussed with my deskmate, the table behind us, and Brother 6's table.

My deskmate looked at me, then at Brother 6, with an ambiguous smile on his face.

"Teacher, why don't you and Brother 6 read this dialogue on behalf of our group later?" my deskmate said to me.

My whole body tensed up instantly and I immediately looked up at him.

He was wearing glasses and looking down at a book. He didn't look up, but said "hmm".

My heart beat faster instantly... I thought he would definitely refuse.

"You pronounce it Joyce, I pronounce it Mark,"

Everyone was looking at us with interest. I lowered my head to look at the book and pretended to read seriously when I heard him suddenly say this.

"Okay," I said in a tight voice.

After the group discussion ended, the teacher soon started selecting groups to read the text. As luck would have it, I was the second one called.

Under the gaze of the whole class, my brother 6 and I stood up.

There was immediately some suppressed booing in the class.

The teacher didn't notice anything and asked us to read. I started to read my part carefully, and Brother 6 slowly took over his part.

...Rounding it off, we can now talk to each other, right?

Soon, a text was finished.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and when I sat down, I inadvertently looked back at him and found that he was also looking at me.

I feel like he isn't as resistant to me as he was at the beginning of the school year.

...

Soon, Shanghai entered winter.

Maybe it was because we were young at the time, or maybe it was because it was so rare to see snow in Shanghai, so everyone thought it was really strange. I remember that day after school, I heard a classmate outside the classroom yelling, "Oh my god, it's snowing! It's snowing!!"

Everyone was so excited that they didn't even bother to pack their backpacks. They all rushed to the corridor.

I walked to the corridor with my deskmate. We all shouted that we wanted to go down to the playground to have a snowball fight. But our homeroom teacher immediately stopped us and said, "There's not enough snow to even accumulate. How can we have a snowball fight?"

Although everyone was stopped for a while, they immediately agreed to wait for the snow to fall all night and come to school to play snowball fights the next morning.

I joined in the fun with everyone for a while, then went back to the classroom to pack my schoolbag. When I came out with my schoolbag, I saw Brother 6 standing quietly in the corridor.

He was talking to his friend next to him, and when he turned around he just happened to see me.

Then he stopped talking to the classmate and turned to me.

I stared at him motionlessly, wanting to speak but not knowing what to say.

"It's snowing," he said to me, his voice sounding gentle.

"Yeah," I smiled.

"Come over early tomorrow morning?" he asked.

"good."

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The next morning, there was actually snow on the ground.

When I arrived at school, many classmates had already arrived and were having a wild snowball fight on the playground. I put down my schoolbag and saw Brother 6 making snowballs with a few boys near the flag-raising platform and throwing them at each other.

It's called a snowball, but in fact it's just grabbing a handful of snow and throwing it at others.

I walked over quietly, picked up a handful of snow and threw it at him.

After he was hit, he looked at me with a half-smile on his face.

When the other students saw me, they immediately picked up piles of snow and rushed towards me, "Beat the teacher, beat the teacher!"

I was overwhelmed and had to fight with them while dodging. After a while, I found that someone was helping me fight back against those classmates.

Looking to the side, I saw the quiet and agile Brother 6.

"Wow, a family member helped beat him up!" The male student opposite shouted, "Brother Liu feels sorry for the teacher being beaten up by us!"

"I'm done for!"

…

The group of people dispersed in an instant and went to play nearby, leaving me and my brother 6 standing there.

My hands were all frozen red from grabbing the snow, and so was Brother 6. I watched him slowly approach me, then he stood in front of me, gently took my hands and held them in his palms.

I didn't say anything, but my face turned red in an instant.

The people around us were all having fun playing snowball fights and no one noticed us. I suddenly felt very happy, but also a little bit like crying... I couldn't describe the feeling.

It may be that I was subjected to his cold violence for too long some time ago, and all the grievances in my heart burst out; it may also be because I feel that there is still some possibility between us, and I have expectations and fears in my heart... Also, I want to win him back, but I don’t know how.

"sorry,"

After a while, I whispered to him.

What I know is that I still like him.

But I don't know if he still likes me.

After a while, I saw him smile.

"Regret it?"

I felt like my heart was going to stop, "...Yeah."

"I've been waiting for you," he said word by word.