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Chapter 13 I finally met my first love!

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    I am in the third grade of junior high school.  Although it is a four-year course, there is still more than a year before the senior high school entrance examination, but the atmosphere is different, from the original jubilation and noise to the current dignified and lifeless.

    A few of us stood in front of the blackboard outside the classroom wall.

    "What's wrong with the school? We are already in the third grade of junior high school, and they gave us a board report." Tong Tiantian said angrily.  She is a thin girl from head to toe, short, less than 1.5 meters tall, with a thin melon-shaped face, protruding cheeks, sunken eyes, flat chest, and a long thin neck.  , this thinness always makes people frown, and it is inevitable to worry about her health.

    "That's right, the school trash." The voice was extremely thin and slow.  Jiang Guo, this girl just went to the other extreme of Tong Tiantian. She is fat everywhere, with a wide waist, a fat waist, a fat head and a big face.  I don't know what the original state of her face is like.

    She walked gracefully, like a strong juggler, stepping on a row of very thin and tall wooden stakes, so her indistinguishable buttocks and waist moved in the same direction.  The flab was still jumping and shaking, making the shirt tremble like the wind blowing.

    His neck and waist are straight and straight, so he walks like a British soldier, moving his hands and feet on the same side, which is very funny.  All of her has been regarded by the students as the beauty of the classics, spread around, and seeing is believing, her reputation has spread like wildfire, and the boys in the school have gained a tacit understanding.  beauty".

    All the people who are familiar with her and those who are not familiar with her laugh when they see her, so that this unbeautiful girl is given the highest title and treatment by boys.

    "Ha Ai, great beauty." It was a boy looking at us, and Jiang Guo turned around and grinned ferociously.  The two goat horns on her head first twisted sideways, and then bounced up and down.

    On both sides of the main road of the campus, blackboards are placed on the walls of each row of houses. The wall is as long as it is, and the width is 1.652 meters. This is measured by Li Sensen, a math idiot.

    It is simple, but enjoys the incomparable treatment of the simple.  Because I couldn't bear the rain, every once in a while, a man with messy hair and mud spots all over his body would hold a rusty iron bucket and use a stiff, curvy goat's beard  The brush, scribbled on the cement, and painted it black.

    Our task is to decorate regularly once a week, write some words, draw some pictures, and do some publicity for this and that.  In the second day of junior high school, we were very excited to receive this fresh task.  In order to get it right, the few of us really worked hard.

    Tong Tiantian and the girls racked their brains to think of a way out.  In the end, a set of extremely complete board paintings was finally designed.  they think.

    The blackboard painting took shape, and when it landed on the blackboard, it did cause a stir, and several leaders of the school came to see it.  This has been our pride and enjoyed a glorious year with pride.  But I didn't expect that the school could subvert the practice of not giving the blackboard report to the third grade of junior high school today, and assigned the blackboard report task to my class as usual.  In fact, this is not surprising.

    In September, it is a bit cold in the morning and evening.  The sun after the rain is a little scorching hot.

    The soil on both sides of the cement road is still wet.  On the trunk of the sycamore tree, there are small clusters of places where the white skin has fallen off, revealing the golden and green inner skin.

    Looking from a distance, these mottled circles are like clear water, full of palm-sized lotus leaves.  When the wind blows, the astringent bitter oily smell of sycamore is very pungent.

    If you take a deep breath under these trees, the humidity of the rain and the bitter smell will really penetrate into your heart, and you will definitely burst into tears.  When the wind can't stop, especially after being washed by the autumn rain, the tree seems to be extremely cool, as refreshing as the heart of a baptized person, except for oneself, it is a happy and pleasant emptiness.

    In terms of action, it is necessary to use movement to express the joy of freedom in its heart.  As soon as the wind passed, the leaves all over the tree, as if washed by an invisible current, swayed violently to the left and right, ringing like bells, but rustling.

    The swaying shadows reflected the blackboard on the wall in alternating light and dark, mottled and changeable, and the moving mottled seemed to be rustling.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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