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Chapter Eighty-Third and a Half Extra Story?(1/2)

Li Mianmian closed the textbook.

I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall in front of the classroom.

12:32

It's almost time.

Li Mianmian finished her self-study during lunch break.

She never likes to queue up with others in the cafeteria after class.

If you go at this time, you can still catch up with the last few windows.

After eating, we went directly back to the dormitory, just in time to not miss the dormitory closing time at noon.

She stayed at her uncle's house for the night.

At noon, I stayed in the dormitory to reduce the time spent traveling on the road.

Since she entered high school, she has almost been planning her time carefully and carefully.

Her foundation is worse than other students in key classes in key high schools in provincial cities.

Therefore, if you want to catch up with others, you have to put in more effort.

Whenever she was tired of studying and wanted to give up, a vague figure would appear in her mind.

This figure constantly inspired her to continue fighting.

Walk quickly downstairs.

When she went down to the second floor, she suddenly remembered that she had forgotten her math exercise book and hurriedly turned back and ran up.

As she approached the classroom door, she stopped.

The sound of joking came from far away inside.

"Haha, you're talking about Li Mianmian!"

"Yes, yes, don't you think she is funny?"

"I pretend to study so seriously all day long, and my grades are just like that. I really like to pretend."

"Don't say that. The teacher encourages us to learn from her. If we make rapid progress and have a correct attitude, she is the top student in the teacher's eyes!"

"Can't you just study such a simple test paper and get a score of 123?"

"When I first saw her working so hard, I thought she was so powerful?"

Several girls in light blue school uniforms walked out of the back door.

Li Mianmian hurriedly hid in the corridor around the corner.

"call--"

Wait until the sounds outside the corridor gradually fade away, and finally can't be heard at all.

Li Mianmian raised his head and pursed his lips.

She didn't make any expression on her face and looked very calm.

But she unconsciously held the blue gold scroll in her hand tighter, revealing her inner turmoil.

Although she occasionally felt that there were comments about her, this was the first time that she heard the specific content clearly.

It's really a bit uncomfortable.

When did seriousness lose its color of praise?

Obviously I just want to study hard, improve my grades, and catch up with other students in the class.

But at some point, I became a little bit isolated from other classmates.

Maybe it was the beginning of school when everyone else was making friends, but she was alone and didn't dare to speak.

Maybe it was when she studied hard but ended up last in the exam.

Perhaps it was the time when the teacher called on others to learn from her hard work.

Or maybe...

At first, only some classmates gossiped behind my back.

Slowly, there were more and more students, and finally there were only a few classmates who did not reject her.

In order to avoid suspicion, I would try my best to talk to her, a "fake academic master", as little as possible.

Is this considered a case of cold violence on campus?

She thought with a wry smile.

Return to your seat and take out the exercise book.

She walked down slowly, feeling the cold wind blowing in the corridor and entering her body along her throat as she breathed.

The whole body was infiltrated by a chill.

She shrank her shoulders.

Whenever she felt this uncomfortable, she would miss junior high school even more.

Although the scores of Haitang No. 2 Middle School are not comparable to those of schools in provincial capitals, and it is considered a rural place by current students, the life there is dull and interesting.

Although the male deskmate who has been at my desk for three consecutive years doesn't talk much, she is also a person of few words, so we get along very happily.

It would be great if I could go back to the past.

Although she knew that this idea was cowardly, she still couldn't help but think so.

...

"squeak--"

Li Mianmian braked.

Get down and walk, slowly pushing the bike to the riverside.

Today's sunset is particularly beautiful.

She held onto the handlebars and took a deep breath.

"Didi——"

The distant sound of the ferry whistle broke the silence.

She likes to ride here after school.

The school environment is a bit depressing for her.

Although her uncle and aunt were very kind to her in the family she stayed with, she still felt uncomfortable being in someone else's house.

Only here, there is nothing to think about.

She can free her mind.

Looking down the embankment, the Jingjiang riverside is sparkling with light under the setting sun.

The ferry carrying cargo moved slowly along with the white waves.

Haitang City does not have such a big river and cannot see such scenery.

She locked her bicycle and sat on the stone bench by the embankment with her schoolbag on her back.

Take out your phone and put on your headphones.

Watch the video playing on the screen quietly.

"The audience at the scene and in front of the TV, welcome to watch the finals of the Haitang City Spring Cup. I am the commentator..."

Playing on the screen is the screen recording of the Haitang City Spring Tournament.

The reason why she is still watching it now is not because every village has internet access.

In fact, she has lost count of how many times she has watched this ordinary video offline.

She was so familiar that she could almost memorize even the lines of commentary.

"It's...unbelievable..."

She stared at her bright pupils, looking at the figure bathed in thunder light on the screen, and sighed in admiration.

We have been our deskmates for three years, but now in the past half year, we have become such strangers.

The picture stays at the moment when ribbons are flying all over the sky after winning the championship.

The video ends.

She put away her phone and stared at the river.

Her mood was a little complicated.

Maybe he was also very uneasy at that time?

Many people may think that Kurosawa is a person who has everything going smoothly, but she is different.
To be continued...
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