My name is Chen Mo, silent Mo.
Ranked first in a single subject of physics and in the top 50 overall, he was the only one in the ordinary class who could compete with the experimental class. I thought my transcript could speak for me.
Until that day, I was standing at the door of the experimental class counting girls for a bet, and the sun just hit her face. She turned her head and looked at me for less than half a second. The heart rate is directly overloaded.
Since then, I have started to approach this matter the way a science student does - observing, recording, modeling, and analyzing. The frequency of going to the 5th floor to pick up homework has tripled. The directions to the cafeteria are accurate to the meter. Even the probability of her looking back at me has to be calculated as a P value.
The conclusion is: she is the only abnormal data in all my experiments. I can't let it go or delete it. The more I analyze it, the more it becomes messy. And I don't even know if she is observing me too.
[Straight man in science × careless academic master | Two-way secret love | High school campus]
