Chapter 10: Life is Like First Love (Ten)
The next afternoon's physical education class, under the guarantee of Xiaoyu that she would take care of He Motian's background, I went alone to apologize to He Motian for my previous rudeness, holding a cup of milk tea.
"Single gun and horse" doesn't mean Xiao Yu is a ride, but during lunch break, she was suddenly called back by her mom's phone call, and A Qian and the others didn't want to face He Mo Tian directly, so I'm left fighting alone.
Of course, the factors that ultimately led me to make this decision were not just because of my girlfriends' instigation, nor was it because I really had a little bit of regret in my heart.
My grandfather called me out after the class meeting last night and talked to me in a roundabout way about "learning from the strong" and "everyone is a teacher". But the most crucial thing was that sentence "If you're not willing to let He Mian Tian help you, I'll have Teacher Wang teach you well", the threatening tone was even thicker than the Western celery flavor in pumpkin soup.
So, grades can sometimes really determine one's fate.
He Mochen only got first place in English during the mid-term exam, and my uncle and aunt immediately pushed me into the fire pit, claiming that I would be reborn from the ashes.
Everyone knows that I am severely allergic to our class, every time I attend his lesson, I don't dare to raise my head, because as soon as I see his head, my thoughts will involuntarily swim from the Mediterranean to the Pacific. Let him give me extra lessons? Unless I poke out my own eyes first.
In contrast, a young man with thick hair, tall and strong, handsome face, pleasant voice, is naturally another visually pleasing option, although his mental health still needs to be examined.
At half past twelve, the sun was not ordinary scorching, even the yellowish lawn was steamed out with a dry grassy smell. Most of my classmates were crowded under the big banyan tree and refused to move after dismissal. But I walked against the sun to find He Mottian at a small banyan tree far away from the playground, and along the way, I was surprisingly calm.
Even I don't know why I can be so calm and composed.
Is it because he knows there's no one around him?
He Mochen, who was leaning against the tree trunk, narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw me, without moving his gaze or speaking. The sunlight, which had been cut off by the numerous oval-shaped leaves, only left a faint shadow on his handsome face, making his features appear softer.
I lowered my head to avoid the air roots that had grown long enough to reach my hair, and walked until I was half a meter away from him before stopping. Then, I calmly squatted down, and smiled calmly: "The weather is really nice today, autumn is indeed much cooler than summer."
As soon as I finished speaking, a bead of sweat rolled down my cheek and onto the tip of my chin, hesitating whether to fall or not, making the skin there feel an unusual itch. I could only lift my hand more calmly to wipe away the sweat, then looked up at the dense tree shade above: "I didn't expect it was already afternoon, and the leaves in the center of this banyan tree are still covered with dew, what a cool autumn day!"
He didn't intend to open his mouth at all, and just left me alone there talking nonsense.
I couldn't hold it in anymore, so I directly handed the milk tea in my hand to him and bluntly said: "Here, a cup of milk tea as an apology. What I said that day was a bit confusing, don't mind it."
He caught it with one hand and looked at me with a smile that was not quite a smile, finally saying his first sentence, but clearly off the point: "Beg for mercy?"
"What's wrong, isn't it sincere enough? Are you actually asking me to go chop something with thorns?"
How can your mind be so perverted! I didn't say this out loud, just muttered it in my heart.
He didn't continue talking and occasionally played with the straw in his hand.
"I said you should at least make a sound, I'm a girl who came all the way to apologize in person and you're not even giving me any reaction. A big man can't be so petty, or else you'll be hated by your girlfriend to death." I didn't want to provoke him, so I tried to tone down my anger.
He slightly lowered his head, with the shadow extending from the bridge of his nose to his eyes. His voice was still low and pleasant, but the content directly sent shivers down my spine: "No girls like me, so I don't have a girlfriend."
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Fortunately, no matter how perverted he was in his heart, he finally agreed to help me with my English again.
The condition is just one, which is to help me with my studies.
The girls in the dormitory were relatively calm after learning about He Mochen's condition, except for Xiao Yu, who was so excited that she almost smashed the door of the dormitory, shouting that He Mochen dared to ask for special treatment and that he must have ulterior motives.
But this time I directly ignored her, because after multiple lessons, I understand that trusting her is no better than trusting the Mediterranean.
The location of the first tutoring session was beyond the expectation of the best friend party, just after the evening self-study class... in the classroom.
Actually, I told He Mochen that we could go to my uncle's house during self-study time, so not only would there be plenty of time, but the environment would also be quiet enough. But he defeated me with one sentence - only if everyone can see what we are doing can we avoid more rumors.
Looking at his completely serious face, I also completely gave up on telling him what it means to catch wind and grasp shadows out of thin air.
I still remember that last time at the small banyan tree, after he said something that gave me goosebumps, I was stunned for half a day before I could continue: "You... what do you mean?"
He looked up at me again: "It means exactly what it says."
"So you're treating those enthusiastic schoolgirls as if they were air?" I was taken aback for a moment.
"But they never told me directly that they liked me."
"Can't you see that with your own eyes? The girls love you so much, they're just one step away from shouting 'Long live the Emperor'!"
His tone was very calm: "No, if I hadn't heard it with my own ears in public, I wouldn't have believed that someone liked me."
"Do you still want others to know? If you refuse her, won't the girl lose face?"
"Lost face?" His expression didn't change, but his voice seemed to carry a hint of mocking coldness, "Being rejected by someone you like, and all you feel is loss of face?"
"Me?" I was taken aback, bursting out laughing. "I've never confessed to anyone before, how would I know what it feels like? But being rejected by someone you like in front of so many people, no normal person's heart can feel good about that, unless it wasn't true liking."
"Really?" He rarely smiled, "But Bai Yaoyao's confession, I'm sure no one can refuse."
I blurted out: "Who said that? I want to confess to you, will you accept it?"
He was silent.
Realizing that the issue seemed to be slightly ambiguous, I immediately gave a dry laugh: "Just kidding, I wouldn't do something like that, how boring."
He narrowed his eyes and said in a low, gentle voice that made my heart flutter: "Yao Yao, let me help you with your English homework."
I hadn't even had time to express my surprise when Ah Qian called over to say that the PE teacher was calling for assembly, and my conversation with He Mòtiān ended abruptly in his sudden turn.
From then on, I realized that He Mochen attaches great importance to openness, and in psychological terms, this child lacks love.
Rolling on the ground, asking for collection and recommendation
Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, many of you have holidays, right? Those who want benefits leave a specific date, from the first day of your holiday, I will update twice a day, haha~
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