Chapter 4: Thoughts: There are messy traces all over it, just like a girl...
After evening self-study, Bo Xia took out his cell phone.
The school rules of No. 1 Middle School are very strict. If students are found with mobile phones, their phones will be confiscated. Therefore, she can only use it at home.
There are many people in the class group chatting, with messages popping up one after another, making it look very lively.
Bo Xia clicked on the group members and scrolled down. She didn't know what she was scrolling through. When she came to Jin Yunyan's name, her fingertips stopped.
The homepage is clean and simple, without any frills.
The profile picture is black, and the signature reads: Thousands of troops and horses are galloping, yet the moon on the river never frowns.[1]
She looked at it again and again, as if trying to figure out the meaning of every detail and then engrave it in her mind.
In those few details, she seemed to be expanding a universe.
Thinking about it later, the initial affection was more like an instinct, like a moth to a flame. For a shining person, there always seems to be a desire to get closer to him.
At this time, footsteps were heard outside the door. Bo Xia hurriedly hid his mobile phone under the textbook, and pretended to be studying after Xia's father came in.
There was no privacy in this house, so knocking on the door was out of the question. Once, she was even scolded for pulling the key out of the bedroom door.
Father Xia came in with a plate of fruit, his tone full of concern: "Don't study too late, go to bed later, okay?"
"Yeah, okay."
Then the door closed again, everything returned to calm, and Bo Xia's violent heartbeat subsided.
As soon as she got home, she became extremely sensitive to sounds and would have a stress-like reaction when she heard any sound outside the door.
After confirming that Xia's father had gone far away, Bo Xia took out her cell phone and looked at it again and again. She hesitated whether to add him as a friend.
We are classmates, so it shouldn’t be a big deal to add him.
But... adding a friend suddenly seemed very abrupt. Bo Xia made up all kinds of excuses in his mind, but finally gave up.
The thoughts hidden deep in my heart would pop up from time to time, showing their fangs and claws, but in the end I turned into a coward, just burying myself in the deepest part and scratching my itch.
Bo Xia simply turned off his phone and concentrated on studying.
A few days later, the school ordered new uniforms, and Jin Yunyan finally changed out of his conspicuous uniform. But strangely, the new uniform was a simple blue and white design, and unlike the suits worn by aristocratic schools, it looked just as good on him.
In fact, young people are more energetic.
Zhou Suiye was stunned. "No, I always thought it was the clothes that made me look ugly."
How embarrassing for him?
Shen Ran next to him couldn't help but laugh at him: "If you are ugly, don't blame the clothes. Haven't you heard that face is the best fashion item?"
Zhou Suiye was so angry that he started fighting with the man.
The classroom was filled with the noise of boys. The sunlight came in from the window, reflecting on the green leaves, forming a picture of youth.
Amidst the background noise, Bo Xia only raised her head to look at the cold figure. She remembered meeting him at the campus gate early that morning, when he had just gotten out of a car. She couldn't recognize the make of the car, but she knew at a glance that it must be expensive.
He deliberately got off the bus some distance from the school, then walked on, headphones in. The boy was thin, his long legs covered by black school trousers. His T-shirt had bulged in the wind, giving him an inexplicably lonely air.
It was quiet all around, and she followed him quietly, not daring to make the slightest sound.
Many years later, Bo Xia could no longer remember many details of his mediocre youth, but that morning was always in his mind.
Like a dream,
In the dream, it was a morning from which she did not want to wake up.
The new semester had just begun, and most students were still preoccupied with summer vacation, finding it difficult to get into the groove. As soon as the class meeting arrived, Fu Qiangmin began his usual nagging: "You must study hard. Your second year of high school is the time for improvement."
However, what he said in the first year of high school was that the first year of high school was the time to lay the foundation.
What I mean by senior year is that senior year is the time for the final sprint.
All in all, there is no time that is unimportant.
Almost every class of students has heard this kind of cliché, but most people have heard it so many times that their ears are callused, and it basically goes in one ear and out the other. However, Bo Xia took it seriously and listened very attentively.
Wen Xin looked at her with amusement, as if she was looking at a rare protected animal.
It’s rare to find such well-behaved students these days.
She couldn't help but come over and whisper to the cricket teacher: "Does the class owner look like Tang Monk? He really knows how to talk."
The way his mouth opens and closes is no different from that of Tang Monk.
Before she could finish her sentence, Fu Qiangmin saw everything she did, but he didn't mention Wen Xin's name. Instead, he mentioned Bo Xia's name and said, "You have good grades, but don't let certain people influence you."
Wen Xin looked nonchalant. She had clearly grown accustomed to being called "some people," "a small number," and "even worse." It wouldn't hurt her anyway. These humiliating titles, in the eyes of others, had almost become medals of honor for her.
But Bo Xia is different.
Noticing everyone's gaze on her, she nervously clenched her pen, her palms sweating. At that time, Bo Xia would blush even if she spoke a few more words at the podium, and she was even more afraid of being the center of attention.
She thought of something and couldn't help but raise her eyes quietly. She saw Jin Yunyan sitting next to her seemed to be reading a book and his attention was not on her.
The girl breathed a sigh of relief, but she felt inexplicably disappointed.
Before the class meeting ended, Old Futou appointed the class leaders. He always made in-house decisions, trusting only his own judgment: "Class monitor Zhou Suiye, deputy class monitor Bo Xia, study committee member Jin Yunyan, sports committee member Shen Ran..."
Bo Xia wasn't surprised at first, as Zhou Suiye was a good student, outgoing, and responsible, making him a good candidate for class monitor. She was a bit taken aback when she heard about Jin Yunyan, but she quickly realized that the class monitor was basically just a role model, with little to do.
This wave is purely in name only.
After the exams, we started explaining the test papers. The female students who were originally lazy became very enthusiastic about studying during these days. Even students from other classes came to Class 11 to ask questions. For a while, the learning atmosphere was particularly strong.
Wen Xin looked at the queue with a pen in hand and almost dropped her jaw in shock: "What? When did they become so studious?"
Bo Xia was reviewing the new course and didn't seem to hear what Wen Xin said. After a while, she raised her head and said, "This is good news."
Wen Xin picked up a pen and tapped her head gently: "What good news? Do you think they are here to study?"
Wen Xin winked and raised her chin towards Jin Yunyan: "It's clear that the drunkard's intention is not to drink."
Bo Xia then noticed Jin Yunyan, who was busy explaining a problem to everyone. It was obvious that these female classmates were using the excuse of studying to get close to Jin Yunyan. Bo Xia felt a little itchy in her heart. She actually wanted to be one of those people, but she didn't have the courage.
"Mr. Jin, you're really amazing. Can I add you on QQ? I can ask you if I have any questions later."
The friend function of Jin Wenyan's QQ account is turned off. He is too popular no matter where he is. If it weren't for the purpose of reading notifications in the group, he probably wouldn't have registered the account.
Bo Xia heard their conversation and felt inexplicably nervous, worried that the other party would agree immediately. But the next second, the boy's gentle yet distant voice rang in her ears -
"My QQ account was hacked."
The other party: “…” Do you believe this?
Bo Xia breathed a sigh of relief, and Wen Xin's "tsk tsk" sounded in her ears. She lowered her eyes to look at the math paper on the table, where there was an unsolved problem.
She couldn't find the answer, just as she couldn't find the answer to her inexplicable emotions at that time.
Her fingertips unconsciously pinched a corner of the test paper, creating wrinkles on the smooth paper, and she almost mustered up the courage to ask him questions like those girls.
Bo Xia's heart was like a balloon, filled with all kinds of emotions, including guilt, anxiety, and even timidity, which mixed together almost caused a chemical reaction and exploded.
She opened and closed her lips again and again, and finally mustered up the courage to say something, but Jin Wenyan suddenly stood up.
He glanced at his watch and suddenly looked at Zhou Suiye beside him: "You just said that the head teacher is looking for me, right?"
Zhou Suiye was obviously stunned for a moment, with a confused expression on his face, and stammered back, "Huh?"
After half a second, he realized what the other party meant, so he followed Jin Wenyan's words and said, "Yes, he is waiting for you in the office."
"Then I'll leave these questions to you."
"Me?" Zhou Suiye looked at him speechlessly, thinking that although having so many girls was nice, he would be exhausted to death if he had to explain so many questions.
Without waiting for him to refuse, Jin Yunyan stood up and left.
Zhou Suiye sighed helplessly. Although the outgoing boy had accepted a task he was not happy about, he still took the test paper and explained it to others in a good-tempered manner.
Bo Xia looked up at the thin figure, the breeze blew up the corners of his blue and white clothes. All his distraction came back to him and his attention returned to his notebook.
The balloon in her heart was suddenly punctured. She lowered her head to look at the draft book, which was covered with messy marks, just like the girl's thoughts.
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