In the 25th hour when I took the initiative to add you, WeChat finally got a hint of "agreeing to the request".
Then after 1 hour and 22 minutes, you said, "What can I do for you, classmate?" .
what can I do for you
Something's wrong.
But it's okay now.
Because in the 25 hours when you didn't agree to the request, a confident girl went through the whole process from conceit to self-confidence, to self-doubt and then to inferiority.
She proudly told her friends that my mother is many times more beautiful than his girlfriend. I can't believe the girl in this corner. Then I came to your micro-signal, and I didn't even write a note when I added it. Five hours before you failed, she thought she had added the wrong person, but in the photo of your head, you were standing in the crowd. Later, she thought that she must have not written a note. Why else would you turn a blind eye for so long?
She knows you have a girlfriend, really. From the end of last semester, you went to the library that didn't come several times a semester, and then stayed at the table next to you and looked at each other from a distance.
She watches you pull your girlfriend from the next table to your own table during your lunch break, and then you can see it at a glance.
So, she didn't give you and your desk a suspicious look all afternoon, and didn't even stop. Then I finally couldn't take it anymore. As soon as you went out, she ran away like a weasel.
After a semester with a holiday, she turned down all the suitors in the middle.
But when she saw you again, she couldn't help it.
It was a club evaluation competition that she was not interested in at all. I was begged by my old partner for a long time before I reluctantly agreed to attend for him. I'm not prepared at all. I didn't make PPT myself. I'm just talking on the way up. I sincerely ask God to let me draw a lot in advance, and there are a lot of rehearsals like catching up with the schedule. I'm going to run away when I'm done, and even the escape route has been calculated.
And then it's pathetic Maybe god has pity on her. She was so busy that she won the first prize on the 25th. Well, she's a little ignorant. When she signed in, she was still wondering if there were so many clubs in the school. There must be more than 80. I bowed my head and counted it again. Good, only 25.
Bored sitting in her seat playing with her mobile phone, watching all kinds of messy community leaders prepare their own speeches, she once again scolded her old friends. Until I saw you come in.
Still tall and thin, wearing a simple knitted vest and shirt, with beautiful hands and clear joints. Standing in a group of people and saying that you stand out from the crowd seems to be flattering others.
Then I saw you sitting on the bench, talking and laughing, and I realized that you were the chairman of the Social Service Commission.
I know very little about you.
After more than two hours, she has been looking through the PPT made by her friends, and then prepared a speech in the memo, deleting and changing it, changing and deleting it.
She was glad that she had put on a delicate makeup and dressed up in a standard way. Before coming, she had a fluttering long skirt. The only failure is probably not washing your hair. She used the excuse of going to the toilet three times to look in the mirror for a long time, and the lipstick was mended many times whether it faded or not.
She is glad that her club is a high-pressure club in the whole school, and its popularity is full, which will not be reduced to the level that makes you look up. She didn't feel the convenience brought by her position at any moment like now, so that she wouldn't fall into the dust in front of this person.
You have no idea how nervous she was when she passed you. Even though so many people looked askance when the long skirt floated on the stage, you still didn't look up.
She adjusted the position of the microphone to hide her trembling hands, and could hear her opening "Hello everyone" and even the end shaking.
You finally met her. Tell her out of the corner of your eye that you are looking up.
First you look up, then you push your glasses, and your eyes are never sure to ponder. You don't know what you said to the boys next to you, but they all laughed.
And she dare not give you a complete look, afraid that she is too weak to complete this damn defense, afraid that her heartbeat will be amplified for the audience to hear. In fact, she is more afraid of your Gherardini eyes.
But she decided to add you. No matter how many ups and downs my heart has experienced. She has the cheek to ask her friends for your WeChat. When adding you, she looked at the watch on the wall of the rehearsal room, 9 pm 15.
When the screen of the mobile phone lights up, it means that you have passed the verification. At this time, the mobile phone display is the next night 10: 35.
You have no idea how hard these 25 hours are for a girl. You must not know that she played a whole TV series in her head.
She imagined that if you added her, you must know her. After all, she was so shameful and tolerant. How is she going to say the first sentence?
Hello, I'm your little fan?
Hello, classmate … I am the last little girl to speak …?
Um ... hello. ...
Then you said, I know you, even though you haven't said a word to me.
You can tell her that you already have a girlfriend. Maybe not. Let her flirt with you like she doesn't know.
Then your girlfriend regularly checks posts on WeChat, finds the existence of this girl, and forces you to delete her. Of course, she will pretend to be a poor person and cry like you, saying that she just regards you as a friend.
Like many other ordinary boys, you may start to hesitate. In fact, at this time, the balance has long been tilted.
You'll swing around in front of two women.
If she goes out to help grandma cross the street and accidentally wins the lottery and captures your heart, oh, no, no, Cao Xin, just tell her that I like you a little.
I believe that this sentence alone is enough to make her heart beat faster all day. She will look back and forth with her mobile phone and chat with you, although she usually chats more.
She knew it was shameful to do so.
She has always been a pretty good girl, I mean in character. Although she also drinks and smokes.
But she comforted herself again and again that love is selfish, and she can't blame her for peeping into the corner, only her girlfriend's inaction.
You gave her hope, so she would rather use this thing on a boy for the first time for this little light.
She began to become cute and coquettish, and began to pay attention to what to wear every day and every time she went out. I began to show my figure better than my girlfriend consciously or unconsciously, and began to ask you out, usually in the cinema, because it was dark there and no one could see it. She even nudged your leg under the table while eating.
She doesn't even care that you broke up with your girlfriend. As long as you are willing to have her.
She is a little surprised at her change, so to speak, a little scared.
But she doesn't want to look back.
Reluctant.
She did a lot and made many mistakes.
Since then, I have lived a chaotic and unhappy life in the name of mistress.
But she shouldn't be grateful. This is all in her imagination. The truth is, nothing happened. You didn't even add her.
But you can't give her a chance to choose again just because you didn't add her. She reversed the matter and turned to the first page. Yes, this is the most blank page.
She said to herself, forget it.
Guess what? We can have a story.
Whether it's dog blood or March 8th Festival, it's a tragic ending or a sweet ending.
But it is only "original". It exists in the fantasy of the past tense and cannot approach the future tense.
She is typing. It's past three o'clock.
-Yeah, but it's okay now.
Finally, I added another sentence.
-Sorry to bother you.
By the way, I wiped a line of tears from the corner of my eye.