半夏时光

Jingnian

I like him.

I liked him roughly as a freshman, and it's been three years.

I am the representative of Chinese class, and he is the representative of mathematics class. People say he likes me.

As soon as I hear them say this, I will shyly lower my head and pick up the book and put it on my head.

Sometimes I secretly glance at him a few times. He is very cold. I haven't seen him smile in a few books. When I saw him, I saw him reciting the formula. I wanted to win or lose for an instant, and I took out the Chinese paper from my bag to do it.

I remember everything he said to me.

"Chinese class representative, the teacher asked you to go over and look at the test paper for help"

"The teacher told you to get the test paper"

"The teacher told you"

"Call you"

"Go"

Obviously, what I said at the beginning was quite long. Why did it get shorter and shorter later? At the end, there was only one word "go". It was really …

But it is this cold smell that makes me like him more and more, and I will definitely catch him.