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I have already said that my name is Qiu Yang, who is a very ordinary senior high school student. Perhaps what I am best at is to understand the movements of the head teacher...

Our classroom is on the second floor, and one of the administrative buildings diagonally opposite is the head teacher's office.

If I want to escape one night, I have to go to check in first. At this time, I have to check whether the lights in the teacher’s office are on.

If the light in his office is not on, it means he is not there. But this just means he is not there now, and it does not necessarily mean he will not come later. Of course, if the light is on, it may not necessarily be inside. Maybe he is drinking tea and watching TV at home. So I also have to find out the work and rest time of the head teacher, knowing that he will go to make up for the students to come, and figure out which night he will pick up his children and cannot come.

I got the information I wanted through many ways. So his life rules determined my schedule.

But there is another thing that I have to admit that skipping classes is an indulgence and easy to get addicted. Sometimes the feeling of wanting freedom is difficult for me to control.

Speaking of freedom, I couldn't help but think of my current deskmate Wu Di's personal special issue. Of course, I had never bought her photo album and essay collection, but I, who liked reading novels at that time, also borrowed the "Freedom" treasured by my roommate.

I admit that when I saw those beautiful photos of Wu Di at a certain moment, I was deeply attracted. But I know even more that this attraction has nothing to do with love. I think as long as I am a man, I should be attracted by such a beautiful girl.

But I know that Wu Di is so far away from me that he doesn't even have a sense of reality.

I actually like the "Random Thoughts" in "Freedom" very much. Such fresh and elegant essays make people feel relaxed when reading them, just like they are really communicating with the author himself. No wonder so many boys who like Wu Di buy a book to collect.

Of course I didn't buy it. Because I didn't have the habit of buying magazines. I often waited until my classmates finished reading the magazines at the first time before asking them to borrow them and read them slowly, and finally returned them, or simply wanted those classmates. Of course, I kept it. So far, I have used this kind of "retrieval to magazines". I have collected a lot of magazines.

Having said that, with my family background, I can't afford the expenses of that magazine. I have already spent a lot of money on reading articles, but fortunately the price of articles is very cheap.

However, because I like "Slam Dunk", I bought a hardcover version. Every time I feel that I will be excited by the positive energy inside, and then devote myself to learning... but it always disappoints me like that.

Only then did I realize that the passionate thing can stimulate power and only the protagonist has it.

I am not the protagonist, I can’t even be a supporting role. I am the supporting role in this cold world.

I know that after Wu Di returned to China, the second episode of "Freedom" was finally released, which obviously recorded her career as an exchange student in the United States.

I saw that after the boys in the class bought this very expensive magazine without hesitation, they often liked to read it within Wu Di's sight. I knew what they wanted to express was nothing more than - Wu Di, I am your loyal supporter. Please take a look at me more and pay more attention to me.

Just like humble dogs... I remember there was a rumor before that Wu Di would not remember the name of any boy, it was so ruthless.

But I don’t have the right to say anything, because I am the same in front of the girl I like? Like a dog that wags its tail and begs for mercy, maybe I shake my tail hard, and the other party won’t pay attention.

I was once addicted to online urban campus novels, and the protagonist was like me. Then because he ignored a beautiful girl, the girl hated him, and in the end she naturally turned from hatred to love... I really want to say that I am the protagonist, and I have not been faced by a beautiful girl so far, let alone ignoring others.

Later, when I borrowed such a magazine called "Freedom", a nearly perfect paper, I found that there was no record of Wu Di's life in the American school. Instead, it was the record of various scenic spots she visited in the United States. It was natural that her personal photos were so beautiful that there was no sense of reality.

She is alone, more beautiful than all the scenery.

Of course, I think if she took photos of her underwear, she would definitely feel very realistic... I even do something unlimited to her photos. Unfortunately, she has been taking a super pure route so far.

Don’t think I’m dirty. This is actually the essential idea of ​​every boy. But what I must say is that I may dream of Wu Di or a super beautiful girl like Wu Di, a star, a beautiful teacher, a flight attendant, and then I can’t help but follow the original **... But when I dreamed of Wang Lijia, I would never have such **.

I remember dreaming of walking with her on the road in three and a half hours every week afternoon, without a destination, but I felt my sincere happiness. When I woke up from the dream, I still felt lost.

Wu Di's performance has dropped so much, perhaps because he was implicated by this kind of business activity. I think so...

Until I found out that I became the other person's deskmate, how outrageous I was wrong.

I just said that Wu Di would never remember any boy's name. This is a conclusive rumor that I heard from somewhere...

"That... Qiu Yang, can you lend me some transparent gel?" Wu Di, whose black straight hair was casually draped on his shoulders, turned his body, folded his hands together, and said to me with a charming smile on his face.

I found that at this moment I almost became the target of the boys in the class. I was about to be killed by the various gazes of the boys. Hana Sakuragi, come and learn this way of killing people with gazes!

Why do you ask me to borrow, your fat girl’s deskmate... Okay, that guy is also the one who slanders you the most fiercely behind your back.

I lowered my head and could easily smell the light fragrance of the other person's body like a valley orchid. I silently handed over the transparent gel over, not daring to take a look at it, I was afraid that I would be conquered by the other person's polite and reserved smile... Don't underestimate my affection for Wang Lijia!

However, who said Wu Di would not remember the boy's name? Even the names of students like me can be remembered. As expected, sometimes the rumors are too outrageous.

When Wu Di took the transparent gel, I touched her fingertips, gentle and slightly warm.

I think if I were her loyal fans, I would definitely lick and bite when I went back, as if this had become her tiny hands.

Unfortunately, I'm not.

It’s really a torment. When will this senior year of high school be the end?

I want to skip class again.

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Chapter completed!