Secret Love River (1)

  At that time, in front of Wei Xingyun and others, I always pretended to be a person who didn't care about anything. When it was time to talk to him, I would speak, but when it wasn't, I absolutely wouldn't say a word. I firmly refused to do what Lu Minran and Zhou Shuangshuang said, such as using the excuse of having problems with my studies to ask for his advice, or gradually getting close to him through friends around him. Doing so was too obvious, and maybe Wei Xingyun hadn't even noticed yet, but I would have already exposed myself.

  I even made a reluctant expression when my teacher in the second year of junior high school changed me to be the math class representative Chen Yuan's deskmate and moved me behind Wei Xingyun, successfully fooling all the people who didn't know what was going on.

  The moment I saw the new seating chart, I almost couldn't hold back my inner joy and shout out loud. However, I put my hands in my pockets and, in front of others, pretended to be disappointed and said, "This is terrible, now no one will talk to me during class."

  No one can see, in my pocket, I tightly clench my fists.

  Such acting, even if I don't get an Oscar, at least it should let me be nominated for a Golden Globe.

  Unfortunately, at that time, my two friends who knew about it didn't appreciate my acting skills at all. On the contrary, they would scold me for being pretentious.

  Pretending to be serious is hilarious, if I don't act a bit silly, am I supposed to flirt shamelessly with Wei Xingyun?

  Lu Minran gave me a white eye: "You're really stupid, the more you pretend to be good for him, the less beneficial it is for you. Don't you want to make some progress with him?"

  "I'm working hard, aren't I!"

  "Ah," Little Lu said with a headache, "so the hard work of maintaining an ordinary relationship is your effort, Xia Mi Mi. Conservatively estimating, by the time you're thirty years old, I might have the chance to attend your wedding, on the condition that Wei Xingyun still can't find a girlfriend."

  At that time, Lu Minran had already quietly talked about love with a senior in the third grade. Among us three, he was indeed a love expert. Hearing that the love expert didn't think highly of me made me feel quite depressed for a while.

  And also, the same as Weixing Yun's front and back desk, it really isn't as good as I imagined.

  I'm a person who can't stay idle, in the past when I sat at the same table as Xie Xiāng, we were either talking or thinking up small games to play against each other. Suddenly I was transferred to sit among a group of good students, at first I behaved myself, but after just a few days, I couldn't help but start chatting with my new deskmate...

  "Hey, I heard you have a sister, is she pretty?"

  My deskmate Chen Yuan is an honest kid, he didn't dare ignore me, glanced at the teacher and secretly nodded.

  "Wow, how much older is she than you? Having an elder sister must be great, is she still in school?" My questions poured out all at once.

  On the podium, the teacher happened to turn around and write, Chen Yuan slightly lowered his head and answered my question.

  I pressed on, "I also have an older brother, unfortunately he's a paternal cousin, and your sister...?"

  The question wasn't even finished yet, when the person in front of me suddenly bumped into my desk.

  I looked up and saw Wei Xingyun's back of the head facing me seriously, without turning around. I exchanged a glance with Chen Yuan, and we both wisely stopped talking.

  In the second class, the teacher on the podium was full of energy, and Wei Xingyun in front of me was writing quickly. I couldn't help it again, and quietly nudged Chen Yuan, "Do you like Dragon Ball or Slam Dunk?"

  Chen Yuan: "......"

  I opened my eyes wide: "You haven't seen it at all?"

  "Slam Dunk." Chen Yuan replied helplessly.

  "Haha, I like them all!"

  Finally found a common topic, we were all a bit excited, and quietly discussed it below. When Wei Xingyun bumped into my desk again, I pretended not to feel anything.

  When we were discussing who was more powerful between Xian Dao and Teng Zhen, the teacher on stage suddenly shouted: "Xia Mi Mi!"

  I sprang up with a sudden burst of energy and replied in a loud and clear voice: "Yes!"

  "Come on, get up and do your homework." The teacher said impatiently.

  I was stunned, and I looked down at Chen Yuan, who also looked stunned.

  The teacher was calling on others, and I hesitated to go up, anxiously kicking Wei Xingyun's stool with my feet. After kicking it several times, Wei Xingyun finally turned his head and whispered, "Choose one of the second major exercises after class."

  I stood on tiptoes and saw that Wei Xingyun's book was already filled with exercises. "Lend me your book."

  Wei Xingyun pretended not to have heard it.

  I didn't have time to find someone else for help, before the teacher's attention shifted over, I hastily went up on stage.

  Those who were called up were a few who, like me, didn't listen to the lecture, so we just looked at each other and slowly copied down the questions.

  "There's another question, who will come up and do it?" It wasn't clear if anyone raised their hand, the teacher didn't call out a name, "Okay, you."

  As I furrowed my brow and gritted my teeth to flip through the formulas in front of me, a person suddenly appeared beside me. I turned my head around, and it was actually Wei Xingyun, who had been avoiding eye contact with me.

  As I watched him pick up the chalk with a calm demeanor, I suddenly realized, hey, why is his book so close to me?

  Now is not the time to copy, when will it be? I hastily began copying from his textbook.

  As I finished writing the last digit, Wei Xingyun put down his chalk, closed his book, turned around and stepped down from the podium.

  I let out a breath and followed him down the road, when we passed by Wei Xingyun's place, I glanced at him, but he seemed to have no reaction at all, lowering his head.

  "Don't worry, I calculated the answer and it's the same as yours, so it should be correct." Chen Yuan whispered to me.

  Of course, I think I'm copying Wei Xingyun's style.

  Since then, I had to hold back a bit and try my best to restrain myself. Sometimes even if I couldn't help but say a couple of words under my breath, Wei Xingyun would slam the table and I'd immediately shut up and rewrite or use verbal language instead.

  I feel like this is a tacit understanding between me and Wei Xingyun, during class we rarely talk, in physical education class, we never participate together, on the way home from school, we just brush past each other at most with a glance, but as soon as class starts, Wei Xingyun becomes my indicator, constantly reminding me to keep quiet.

  Later on, I wasn't speaking for the sake of speaking, but rather, every time in class, Wei Xingyun would subconsciously knock against my desk.

  There was a period of time when I was very puzzled as to why I could get along well with almost everyone, but couldn't be more friendly with Weixingyun.

  We were primary school classmates, we sat at adjacent desks, we even shared a little secret, but it seemed like there was always a barrier between us.

  Then I suddenly remembered that the crux of the problem lies with me. How could I have forgotten? To Wei Xingyun, I might be the most annoying elementary school classmate in the world!

  Don't think that I'm young and don't understand sorrow. The despair and grief at that time cannot be described in words, recalling it now, I only feel that the sky was darkened at that moment, my passionate blood turned cold instantly.

  One careless move, and everything is lost. That's why it's said that one can't be too ruthless in life, for the next moment, you might have to swallow your own bitter consequences.

  During the bustling class break, I lay weakly on my desk, looking at Wei Xingyun's clean shirt and straight back, suddenly unable to bear it, reached out and touched him.

  Wei Xingyun was startled, and I myself was also startled. He suddenly turned around, and with an inspiration that came from who-knows-where, he sat up straight and said confidently: "There's a mosquito behind you! Let me shoo it away for you."

  He looked at me with a mixture of doubt and suspicion, finally saying: "Oh, thank you."

  Until he turned around, I secretly buried my face in the crook of my arm, my face burning red, but a small flower bloomed in my heart.

  I am Xia Miaomiao who dares to move forward bravely, I won't be discouraged!

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