Talking about cheating tourists in space

I think, in your opinion recently, I am a little abnormal (_).

Many times I listen to music with headphones, smirk inexplicably, and then show shyness (? ) and dark cool (? ) strange expression of combination.

From the day when I used to be more subtle (pretending) to three or four articles a day now, some of them disappeared before you liked them.

So anyone with a little knowledge will smile: I've become an idol addict again (ah, that's my image in your hearts)

But someone noticed something was wrong. In the past, they just sat in class.

In order to avoid the teacher's sight, I actually started sitting in the front row!

Maybe people just want to show their faces in front of the teacher, because the final term is coming.

Because of the lack of thorns, when have you ever seen me bend over for five buckets of rice o(╯□╰)o In addition, this semester is mainly to investigate what I am afraid of.

Take another good look.

Oh, did you see the unknown object lurking near Mr. L?

+_+

I saw it.

I see.

I see.

Ahem, the above is just a small theater I imagined myself.

My main purpose today is to talk about my recent crush on L Jun.

In August, Chang 'an said: Secret love has become a habit, humbleness has been deeply rooted, and scraping bones to cure poison has been swept away.

Proust said: when a person can't have it, the only thing he can do is not to forget it.

Haizi said: You use red chopsticks at the wedding. I planted two rows of bamboo on the sunny slope.

I said, unrequited love is like WIFI, sometimes strong and sometimes weak;

Secret love is like a one-man show. I am the one who is too involved in the play, and you are the one who doesn't know it.

Our story is a very long film.

Confessions of a secret dog

Screenwriter: Lu 'an Girl

Director: Lu 'an Girl

Heroine: Lu 'an girl

Actor: l jun

L Jun is a sophomore and transferred to our major. His previous major was science and engineering. With his passion for literature,

We resolutely chose Chinese language and literature, a small transparent major that was neglected in universities dominated by science and engineering.

Last September, when I started my sophomore year, the teacher introduced my newly transferred classmate as a xx major. I only thought he was so brave that he actually transferred from one major to our two majors, so I looked at the figure who stood up curiously. At first impression, I only felt so thin, with stiff side lines and sharp chin. Typical science and engineering boys dress up (forgive me for the last stubbornness of a junior two girl with 400-degree myopia who doesn't wear glasses). I don't remember if I spoke at that time. Should I say it, or not (in fact, his voice is very nice and gentle. Singing ancient songs is simply beautiful. It's a voice-activated benefit, but I won't share it with you.

Hmm, how interesting ...

Then, with the passage of time, in April this year. Don't ask me why I haven't paid attention to L Jun for more than one semester. If you are a liberal arts major, there are 30 students in your class, and more than 20 are girls, you will not be interested in boys. Besides, as a sophomore, we have too many specialized courses, too many classes and too much homework. What I want to talk about here is the Chinese teacher. I assign homework and write every week. I also chose his major as an elective. I want to write two courses, and I can't live without love! Moreover, when there is no class in sophomore year, I have to work part-time at night and tutor at weekends. Basically, I have no time to pay attention to anything else. At most, care about the small fresh meat on the Internet recently \ (o)/

So, I actually miss him very much, and I added more than a month for a whole semester.

In the last semester of his sophomore year, he spread all over his major under the name of Xiao Chongyang (Chongyang is a lecturer in professional courses, with a handsome personality, and at first he thought he looked like Yoga Lin). He is studious, diligent, low-key and helpful, all of which are evaluated by everyone, and his evaluation among teachers is also very good. Meng Meng, his roommate, added him qq because he had some study questions, and he answered them seriously.

So, I became curious about him and asked Yifan for his qq, thinking that I could ask him if I didn't understand anything in the future.

Hello, who is calling, please? ?

Chinese Language and Literature Class X XX

Oh, oh, hello, let me change my remarks.

Smiling face (emoticon)

The first chat, the whole content.

It can be said that he is really a serious (slow) boy.

I was just a little embarrassed. I thought he was so serious, but soon I didn't feel it or think too much.

I have to say that qq is really a wonderful thing. I read a lot from his previous posts (he didn't say much, on average, 1 month 1 day) and speculated a lot. My mother once said that it would be a pity not to study criminal investigation ()

He likes antique, Han Han, Jing M. Guo, youth literature, loves public welfare, and misses his hometown and friends (I can't say anything else, after all, it's all private).

In this way, a typical literary youth, alas, just like my boyhood! I suddenly felt the feeling of mutual appreciation and wanted to talk to him about my life ideal.

Oh, just an idea. After all, I haven't talked to boys for a long time, and I am so nervous when I talk.

As for chatting, the 40 boys lying on the qq list, except for business, chat no more than 10 sentences in one year. How can I improve my chat? Even when chatting, I always throw an expression pack o(╯□╰)o with my sister.

Therefore, even if it feels a bit like mutual appreciation, it can only be the fourth1boy. ...

Originally thought that fate would develop in this way, he continued to be his professional male god, getting better and better on the road of academic research, stepping onto the peak of his career and marrying into a well-informed family; I will continue to be a transparent professional. I just want to have a mouth to eat after graduation, be filial to my parents, have my own nest, raise a cat and a dog, and live freely.

Originally, it should be like this.

However, our life can't stand the touch of God's hand.

In contemporary literature class, it's his turn to be a reading guide. As soon as he came on stage, the girls below began to click and take pictures like stars. At first, he was a little confused, but he remained stable and continued to speak. His speech is fast, but it is clear and pleasant to listen to.

I saw that they were very happy, so I took some photos with them. Gee, I don't feel so good. I'm not fascinated by him. If I come again, it will still look bad. This expression is too dull. If I come again ... just like this, I feel dissatisfied after taking a lot of photos, and suddenly I feel like enjoying each other again. \(o)/ Because I belong to the kind of person who doesn't like any photos, I think he is like me:)

From that day on, I found that I seemed to like taking pictures of him ... and I had a good reputation for practicing photography ... I once patted his side face (my headphones were lucky in the mirror) and sent a silly message to Weibo saying that my headphones were really beautiful ... In fact, I think I may have been malicious to him from then on.

this ...

In this way, I pay attention to him bit by bit, from his full name to professional male god to XX Oba, and I mention him more and more times, but I don't know it myself. Until a dormitory discussion about which boy is the best in our major, roommates who don't know much about professional boys can only listen to me with a puzzled face, Kan Kan. Finally, when I concluded that L Jun was the best, that is, the future "Chongyang Ouba", they all agreed. At this time, my heart suddenly changed subtly. He's really nice, so good that I think he's cute? What the hell is this? What do you mean lovely and depraved? Show me this when we take off our pants.

As a boyfriend, he has a good personality. I like it.

I remember, I thought I said that.

In this way, I realized that I still had a good impression on him. But I only regard this as a temporary infatuation. After all, I used to do this all the time. It's easy to like others, and it's easy to dislike me quickly because you don't like me at all, and then forget it. This is also the reason why I have never talked about love. Besides eating lotus root, I also have the mentality that I am not suitable for falling in love, which delays others and wastes my first love. Let me say here that I grew up with a traditional and strict family education, so I am also very traditional and conservative, so I think it is better to be cautious in falling in love. Therefore, I dare not touch him too much. I feel that the male god is only suitable for distance viewing and cannot be used for fun. At that time, I didn't think he knew me at all.

I'm just playing psychological warfare with myself.

At the beginning of May, I joined an antique society to be established in my school (as we all know, it's just a group of secondary friends who cover antique songs, dub novels and shoot radio dramas).

Although I signed up for the post, I also wanted to sing, so I downloaded a xxxx karaoke software and wanted to practice my voice. Results! I stumbled across a boy who sang in an ancient style and was super nice. I didn't write down his name. Generally speaking, he seems to be the only one who notices his full name, because I think his nickname is special and I won't remember it wrong. My first instinct is him. At that time, I was still in bed and said excitedly, "This ancient god seems to be xx Oba!" " Meng Meng listened to the song and said it was very nice, but suggested that I ask clearly, in case I admit my mistake, it would be embarrassing. But I was sure it was him. To tell the truth, there are not many boys in literature and art among many of my friends, and there are almost no good voices. ...

But out of caution, I asked him.

charming

I didn't know there were folk songs among my friends.

Excuse me, are you majoring in Chinese language and literature?

Right?

Are you a boy? I don't know what I was thinking.

be

……

Which class are you in?

X-class

You are xx. I changed my remarks (so that you can answer my name so seriously. You can't make it clear at the beginning, I felt a little stupid at that moment)

Are you my classmate?

Fuel (emoticon)

Singing is very nice.

Crab crab smiles (emoticon)

Thumb (emoticon)

You are great, too

A male god who sings well.

A grimace (expression)

exceed

Seeing this, everyone should also understand that Mr. L, who is so quiet and low-key in real life, is thriving in the second world, and his personality is not what I expected at first.

Think I'll hate it? No, I prefer it. Ah ah! His voice is clean, pure and gentle, and some endings when singing ancient songs are catchy (∩ _ ∩).

In this way, I began to listen to his songs with headphones every day (when I wrote these words, I was listening to his new song "Thieves of Those Years". Don't envy me. Ha ha ha ha). My roommates said I was a little poisoned, so I listened to songs and sang (I know they just hate my bad singing).

But I really like his songs, his voice, and I can't help myself.

I thought I would pass his singing this semester until May 20th, when something happened.

I have already said, I am still young, and I am going to celebrate Children's Day on June 1st. 520 has nothing to do with me, and I don't expect anyone to confess to me. After all, I ate lotus root.

It was Friday, and it was cloudy until the end of the first class in the afternoon. As a result, after class, it began to rain lightly. Without him, that day was just one of my countless rainy days.

After class that day, I followed him out of the classroom (sitting behind him in class) My roommate came out early, too. Seeing the rain, he asked me if I should take an umbrella. I was going to close the umbrella with her and follow L Jun all the way back to the dormitory. As a result, the teacher who taught us came. She didn't bring an umbrella. I suddenly had a flash of light and motioned my roommate to send the teacher to Sanjiang Building and go back by himself. I felt so beautiful at that time that I could take the opportunity to share an umbrella with Obama. According to my roommate, I started running at that time, which scared the teacher. Later, the teacher asked her why I ran, and she could not stammer for any reason.

However! I regretted it as soon as I rushed into the rain!

How dare I accept my umbrella? If you get any closer, you will be too nervous to speak! So, I fatally picked up the book, put it on my head and walked behind him in the rain.

After a few steps, I met Yaoyao (my best friend in junior high school didn't know she was in this school until her sophomore year). She didn't bring an umbrella, and it seems that she will go to class with her. She asked me if I wanted to take shelter from the rain with her. I hesitated, because the veil I wore that day was not very nice, but I looked at Mr. L in front of me and felt very reluctant. So Yaoyao urged me to go up and close the umbrella with him (engineering women are more straightforward). I wriggled and refused to leave, and then I said goodbye to Yaoyao (saying that Teacher L walked slowly that day, but he usually walked very fast, and I 172 couldn't keep up with anyone).

When I reached the fork in the road (almost halfway), I received a misty phone call. She asked me where I was. She thought I was still in the classroom, waiting for me at the door of the classroom. I said I was approaching the fork in the road, so she asked me if I had an umbrella. "Of course not. Please hurry back to the dormitory. Don't expect someone to give you an umbrella. " I hung up the phone and looked up, only to find that Mr. L stopped and turned to look at me.

stay ...

I can't remember the details. Anyway, when I woke up, I was already under his umbrella. ...

At first, I couldn't restrain my mouth from rising. I can only hold the notebook in my left hand to block the strange smile on my face, and my right hand has to pinch my thigh to restrain myself (so hard T_T). I was wearing headphones, and then I felt as if he was going to talk, so I quickly took off my headphones.

You are xx, right? I'm so happy that the male god still remembers me! (∩ _ ∩) But it's normal. I sat with him twice in Chinese class on Thursday, although I didn't say a word from beginning to end. )

Right, right.

oh ...

..... By the way, I think you sing very well. Barabara ...

Forgive me, because a full girl's heart can't remember what she said at that time.

When I walk to his dormitory (my dormitory is behind), I think he will give me the umbrella and go back to the dormitory himself, so that I can give it to him tomorrow or sometime. As a result, he said he would send me back to the dormitory ... can you play cards according to the routine, boy!

In this way, I came to the dormitory door, said goodbye to him, entered the dormitory door and began to giggle. I couldn't help laughing when I got to the dormitory. ...

Don't be afraid to remember, lest you feel late.

I guess it means people like me.

If you get L Jun, you must hide it in the golden house.

From that day on, every day seemed to pass quickly.

I can't say that. Time passed quickly when I saw him. Every second feels long when I can't see him.

I may be ill.

On the morning of May 22nd, I almost fell into a coma because of hypoglycemia. When my roommate came to feed me porridge and water, I was unconscious, my eyes were out of focus, I was sweating all over, and I couldn't breathe. I think I might die. In an instant, many things flashed through my mind, including my parents, my studies, my future, my friends and him. I haven't realized my feelings for him and said what I should say. I can't just pass by. So, I tried to swallow rice porridge, let my consciousness concentrate and open my eyes.

Finally, I woke up. Nothing serious happened.

Very energetic, everyone is caring and attentive, let me have a good rest.

Everyone does not have him.

Actually, I missed one thing. On May 20th, I whispered my confession to him. At the same time, he lied to the visitors in space and said, "I'm glad I told you today, otherwise I would have given them a holiday ..." I don't know if he saw anything. He may know something, or he may be treated as a joke.

It's just that I'm a little sad I have a crush on it. This is just a one-man show. I was the only one who opened and ended.

On the evening of Wednesday, May 25th, when I was attending a class in Ma Yuan, an immediate senior I knew suddenly came to me and said that she seemed to see Teacher L, sitting in front of her (Senior Sister met in the school post bar group, because they were all second-level partners, so sometimes everyone in the group knew him, and Senior Sister met from the college teacher), so she opened a video with me to see if it was him. I looked at clothes, side face, ears and so on. The senior said that he often studied in that classroom and asked me to go.

On the morning of Thursday, May 26th, I met him in the print shop. He doesn't know whether he has seen me. I summoned up my courage and greeted him warmly. He paused and answered "Hello". Maybe my luck ran out that day. I went to the classroom for self-study with Yaoyao at night, but I didn't succeed. Teacher L probably studied in the dormitory and recorded a song as a birthday present for my little friend (I also wanted it), but I finally finished my homework in the classroom.

Look, I'm not with him yet. With this secret love, I, who never taught myself, can study hard.

In fact, when I was waiting for him at the second floor window, I suddenly remembered Yan Shu's words:

Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. You have to send colorful stationery and rulers to know where the mountains are long and where the water is wide.

Know where it is?

My birthday is June 20th, but I'm afraid he has gone home by then. I decided to advance my birthday to June 1 (it's really Children's Day) and prepare to send him a cake to eat. I was going to say good friends with him, but I chatted with his friends tonight and learned that he had to make up a lot of classes in his freshman year, so I thought I would give him a cake and say nothing.

When my real birthday is the 20th, I will probably say something like this:

L jun, I like you very much. I hope I can study hard with you and make progress every day. This is my wish. It's okay if you don't like me. Don't feel a psychological burden. Don't avoid me. I am also very happy to be a good classmate.

Sometimes, if you like someone, just looking at him will make you full of joy.

I always wear a red skirt when I sit with him every Thursday. There is no other reason, just because I like a poem:

Beauty in red and friends in white sing and drink together in the morning.

Everyone says I love Chang 'an, but I only love Chang 'an.

I'm not a beauty,

I'm not particularly keen on learning,

I only like you.

Even if the final confession fails, he will avoid me, and I will only smile and say that I am sad and will not regret it.

In my opinion, no matter what the ultimate destination of unrequited love is, it can't be ambiguous. Either regret being a flower of memories, or wake up to the grave of marriage.

The above is my recent crush on Mr. L. He may never see it, but what does it matter?