Chapter 36 Rewind
In the second semester of senior year, with only two months left before the college entrance examination, the only subjects left for the students at Lincheng No. 1 Middle School were the college entrance examination subjects and optional physical education classes.
Luo Qinglin takes badminton classes every year.
So, he stayed in the gymnasium for three years of physical education classes. He would just warm up and run perfunctorily during each class, and when it was time for free practice, he would hide in the audience seats to read and study.
The wooden black-framed glasses on his nose were a bit large, and when Luo Qinglin lowered his head slightly, the glasses would slide down.
Pushing his glasses up, Luo Qinglin held his racket, hunched over, and sneaked out from the side door at the edge of the sports field, running all the way to his usual seat in the audience.
The seat is in the first row on the southwest side. If you move your eyes slightly downward, you can see the students from classes 6 to 10 in grade 12 who are taking the badminton class.
Luo Qinglin sat in his seat. He did not immediately take out the Xiao Gan notebook from his trouser pocket to memorize words, but instead glanced at the sports field.
Now it is free practice time. The field is full of students working in pairs, practicing high tossing and playing against each other.
call out! call out! call out!
The badminton flew high over the net.
Jiang Yanyu stood in Court No. 2, five meters away from the audience seats. He closed one eye, raised his left arm to keep his balance, jumped high, swung his right arm, and hit the fast-flying badminton over the net.
Luo Qinglin straightened his body, pretending to be in a daze, but in fact he was secretly glancing at Jiang Yanyu as he leaped up.
Jiang Yanyu wore a black sports headband on his forehead, and his slightly long bangs softly rested on the headband, fluttering with every jump he made, looking soft and smooth.
Whenever her hair fell over her eyes, Jiang Yanyu would push her bangs back with her hands, then tilt her head back and gently shake her hair to reveal her delicate jawline.
The summer uniform of Lincheng No. 1 Middle School is pure white. The largest size is still too small for Jiang Yanyu. The trouser legs are much shorter, just enough to reveal the two deep dimples at his ankles.
There are only two months left before the college entrance examination, and many students are reviewing knowledge points in the audience.
Of course, whether this review is about reading books or watching people depends on the individual.
"Don't you like Jiang Yanyu? You're about to graduate, why don't you go and confess your feelings?"
"I don't dare. He's too handsome. He definitely won't like me."
"You can write him a letter to express your feelings. Do you want to graduate with regrets?"
"Ah! This is so annoying. I don't know what to do."
......
From the back came the sound of two girls chatting.
Luo Qinglin turned around upon hearing the voice, only to find that there were already quite a few people sitting around him, including classmates and younger classmates. Like him, they were all secretly looking in the direction of Jiang Yanyu.
For some reason, a secret feeling of shame swept over him, making Luo Qinglin blush.
Luo Qinglin quickly took out Xiao Gan's vocabulary book, no longer daring to glance in the direction of Jiang Yanyu, and began to bury his head in memorizing words.
cruel - cruel, brutal
crush——crush, deform, love
Crush......
Silent first crush......
Before he could memorize a few words, Luo Qinglin's mind drifted away from the book again, drifting to the sunflowers in Jiang Yanyu's Weibo, and to the photos of Jiang Yanyu saved in his mobile phone.
The conversation between the two girls just now echoed in my mind again. Luo Qinglin drooped his shoulders and thought depressedly, what should he do then?
He didn't want to leave any regrets in his youth, nor did he want to keep this secret love hidden in his heart forever.
Then...he also wants to write a confession letter to Jiang Yanyu?
But Jiang Yanyu already has a girlfriend. Should he really write a love letter to Jiang Yanyu?
Bang!
There was a sudden slight bump on his forehead, interrupting Luo Qinglin's lost in thought.
A badminton fell from the sky, brushed past Luo Qinglin's forehead, and landed in the English booklet in his hand.
"Classmate! Please throw the ball down!" A shout suddenly came from the playground.
Hearing the shout, Luo Qinglin came to his senses, suddenly grabbed the badminton, stood up and looked down the court.
Jiang Yanyu was walking towards his position, waving at him as he walked, and shouted with a smile: "Excuse me, please pass the ball to me!"
Time seemed to slow down. Luo Qinglin could no longer see anyone else. The only person in his field of vision was Jiang Yanyu who was striding towards him.
The swish sound of badminton seemed to be covered by dust, and the noisy voices around gradually became quieter.
The ground seemed to be connected to his heart. Every time Jiang Yanyu raised his foot and took a step closer to him, Luo Qinglin felt his chest suddenly tremble.
Soon, Jiang Yanyu walked to the bottom of the audience seats, raised his head, and raised his hand towards Luo Qinglin in the stands, with his palm facing him.
Seeing Luo Qinglin standing there in a daze, Jiang Yanyu called out again, "Classmate, can you pass the ball to me?"
Jiang Yanyu opened his lips slightly and smiled, his slightly exposed teeth were white and neat. Although his fox eyes looked charming, his gaze was extremely clean, and there was a clear light in his eyes that was unique to young people.
"OK!"
Luo Qinglin hurriedly agreed and was about to walk to the railing of the stands to pass the ball down.
But just as he took a step forward, Luo Qinglin suddenly touched the badminton in his left pocket, and his steps froze in place.
Boom, boom.
My heart rate suddenly increased, even more nervous than before.
Luo Qinglin bit his lower lip, hesitated for a moment, then quickly took out his own badminton from his left pocket, and stuffed Jiang Yanyu's badminton into his right pocket.
"Classmate?" Jiang Yanyu shouted in confusion.
"Here it comes," Luo Qinglin walked to the railing and stretched his hand into Jiang Yanyu's palm, "Your badminton."
With his upper body leaning down on the railing, Luo Qinglin stood on tiptoe, half of his body stretched out of the railing, trying his best to reach Jiang Yanyu's hand.
When the butt of the badminton finally touched Jiang Yanyu's palm, Luo Qinglin's glasses suddenly slipped down from his nose because the angle of inclination was too large.
His vision gradually blurred. Luo Qinglin wanted to hold up his glasses with his hands, but the frames fell rapidly due to gravity and soon came off his nose.
"Ah...glasses!"
Luo Qinglin stretched out his left hand and reached down, trying to catch the fallen glasses, but they fell too fast and his fingertips just barely touched the temples.
"careful."
In a flash, Jiang Yanyu quickly stretched out his other hand and caught the falling glasses in his palm.
Jiang Yanyu took the badminton and glasses, but did not return the glasses to Luo Qinglin.
Luo Qinglin's myopia is nearly 400 degrees. Without lenses, it is difficult for him to see other people's faces clearly. He can only see a blurry outline.
Luo Qinglin still stood there with his upper body tilted, puzzled. In his blurry vision, he saw Jiang Yanyu lift his foot and walk away towards the corner of the sports field.
After a while, Jiang Yanyu came back dragging a black chair, placed it under the stand where Luo Qinglin was, stepped on it by holding the back of the chair, and stood on it.
After standing on the chair, Jiang Yanyu opened the temples of the glasses, grasped the nose pads with two fingers, and slowly put the glasses on Luo Qinglin's nose with his own hands.
Jiang Yanyu's fingertips lightly touched Luo Qinglin's brows. The touch was clearly soft, but it gave Luo Qinglin the illusion of a sharp electric shock.
The vision suddenly became clear, and the mist filter in Luo Qinglin's eyes finally disappeared.
The extremely bright white light shone down from the ceiling of the gymnasium and fell into Jiang Yanyu's bright eyes, like starlight falling into a deep pool, shining brightly and dazzlingly.
"Be careful next time, classmate." Jiang Yanyu said, then smiled at him, grabbed the back of the chair with one hand, and jumped from the chair to the floor.
"Jiang Yanyu, did you get the ball?" A shout came from a practice teammate in the distance.
Jiang Yanyu dragged the chair back to the corner and ran to the practice field, shouting, "I got it!"
Luo Qinglin was still leaning on the railing, staring at the spirited figure in a trance.
Jiang Yanyu's pure white school uniform fluttered as she ran, and her black hair swayed in the air like soft feathers.
The young man's throbbing is a cup of truth, Luo Qinglin looked at the back and said in a low voice unconsciously.
"I like you."
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When I opened my eyes, what I saw was a Rococo-style mural and a luxurious, bright ceiling.
Luo Qinglin felt a sudden pain on the back of his hand, as if pricked by a needle. Although his throat was dry and sore, his lips were moist.
There is obvious breathing sound on the right side.
Luo Qinglin turned around not knowing what was going on, only to see Jiang Yanyu sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, staring at him unhappily.
"What...what happened?" Luo Qinglin blinked uneasily and asked hesitantly.
"You still ask me what's wrong?" Jiang Yanyu stood up suddenly, walked quickly to Luo Qinglin, and said angrily.
"Luo Qinglin, are you mute?!"
The author has something to say:
Jiang Yanyu: Guess how the ball hit your arms? (Close to the ambiguity)
Luo Qinglin: The wind... the wind must have blown it (ran away in panic)
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