Chapter 404

--------From the perspective of an ordinary boy----------

I have already said that my name is Qiu Yang. I am a very ordinary senior three student. Perhaps what I am best at is to find out the trend of the head teacher.

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

If I want to escape one night, I have to step on the spot first. At this time, I have to see if the light in the teacher's office is on.

If the light in his office doesn't come on, he's not there. But it just means that he is not here now, not necessarily that he won't come soon. Of course, if the light is on, he may not be inside. Maybe he is drinking tea and watching TV at home. So I have to find out the work and rest time of the head teacher, know that he will make up lessons for the students one night, and find out which night he will pick up his children and can't come.

I got the information I wanted through many ways. Therefore, his law of life determines my work and rest time.

But I have to admit that skipping class is a kind of indulgence and easy addiction. The feeling of wanting freedom is sometimes difficult for me to control.

When it comes to freedom, I can't help thinking of my current deskmate Wu Di's personal special issue freedom. Of course, I didn't buy her photo album and prose collection, but I liked reading novels at that time and borrowed freedom collected by my roommate.

I admit that I was deeply attracted when I saw those beautiful photos of Wu Di at a certain moment, but I know that this attraction has nothing to do with love. I think as long as it is a man, it 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.

In fact, I also like the Capriccio in freedom. Such fresh and elegant prose makes people feel very relaxed when reading. It's like really communicating with the author himself. No wonder so many boys who like Wu Di will buy a book to collect.

Of course, I didn't buy it, because I didn't have the habit of buying magazines. I often wait until my classmates finish reading those magazines the first time, then ask them to borrow them and read them slowly, and finally return them back, or simply don't want them. Of course, I kept them. So far, I have collected a lot of magazines with such "rub magazines".

Then again, with my family, I can't afford the expenses of that magazine. I've spent a lot of money reading online articles. Fortunately, the price of online articles is very cheap.

However, because I like dunk master very much, I bought a hardcover version. Every time I think I will be excited by the positive energy in it, and then devote myself to my study... The result always disappoints me.

I realized that it was the protagonist who could inspire strength.

I'm not the protagonist, not even a supporting role. I'm the dragon of this cold world.

I know that after Wu Di returned to China, the second issue of freedom was finally listed, which obviously recorded her exchange career in the United States.

I saw that after the boys in the class bought this very expensive magazine without hesitation, they often like to read it in the sight of Wu Di. I know what they want to express. It's nothing more than - Wu Di, I'm your loyal supporter. Please look at me more and pay more attention to me.

Just like a humble dog... I remember that there was a rumor that Wu Di would not remember the name of any boy. It's really ruthless.

But I'm not qualified to say anything, because I'm not like this in front of the girl I like? Like a negative dog, 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 finally naturally changed from hate to love... I really want to say that I am worthy of being the protagonist. I haven't been faced up to by beautiful girls, let alone ignore others.

Later, when I borrowed such a packaged and paper-based magazine freedom, I found that there was no record of Wu Di's life in American schools, but the records of various scenic spots she visited in America. Of course, her personal writing was so beautiful that she had no sense of reality.

Alone, she is more beautiful than all the scenery.

Of course, I think if she takes a photo of her underwear, it will be very realistic... Even I will do something unlimited with her photos. Unfortunately, so far, she has taken a super pure route.

Don't think I'm dirty. This is actually the essential idea of every boy, but what I have to say is that I may have a spring dream of Wu Di or super beautiful girls, stars, beautiful teachers and stewardess like Wu Di, and then I can't help but follow the original idea... But when I dream of Wang Lijia, whom I secretly love, I will never do this.

I remember I dreamed that I would walk on the road with her hand in hand for three and a half hours every Sunday afternoon. There was no destination, but I felt heartfelt happiness. When I woke up, I would feel disappointed.

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

Until I found out that I had become the other party's deskmate, how wrong I was.

I just said that Wu Di would never remember the name of any boy. This is the conclusive gossip I heard from somewhere

"Well... Qiu Yang, can you lend me the transparent glue?" Wu Di, with long black straight hair casually draped over his shoulder, turned sideways, put his hands together, and said to me with a charming smile on his face.

I found that I was almost the target of all the boys in the class at this moment. I was about to be killed by all kinds of eyes of the boys. Cherry Blossom Road, come and learn this eye killing method!

Why do you ask me to borrow it? Your fat girl is at the same table... Well, that guy slanders you most behind your back.

I bowed my head and easily smelled the faint fragrance of the other party's body like an empty valley orchid. I silently handed over the transparent glue and didn't dare to look more. I was afraid I would be conquered by the other party's polite and reserved smile... Don't underestimate my special love for Wang Lijia!

But who says Wu Di can't remember the boy's name? Even the names of students like me can be remembered. Sure enough, sometimes rumors are too outrageous.

When Wu Di took the transparent glue, I met her fingertips, soft and warm.

I think if I were her loyal dog brain powder, I would definitely lick and bite when I went back, as if it had become her slender hands.

Unfortunately, I'm not.

It's really painful. When will the third year of senior high school come to an end?

I want to skip class again.

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