She Smells Better Than Jasmine

Yang Xiaodong became famous on the first day of school at Fengli Middle School. Not because he was ranked first in grade, or because he delivered a touching speech at the flag-raising ceremony, but because he was kicked into the flower bed by a girl in full view of the public. It happened after the second class in the morning. The freshmen in the first grade of junior high school were like a group of sparrows that had just emerged from the cage, chattering and crowding in the corridor of the teaching building. Yang Xiaodong was walking to the classroom with a pile of new books he had just received. When he passed the corner of the corridor, his feet suddenly slipped - someone spilled water on the ground. He lost his center of gravity and threw himself forward with the books. Instinctively, he reached for the nearest thing, and he grabbed hold of something soft and soft. Before he could be thankful that he didn't fall into the mud, a scream exploded in his ears, and then a foot wearing a white canvas shoe accurately kicked his chest, sending him flying straight away and falling into the flower bed at the end of the corridor. The thorns of the rose flowers made him grin. "Rogue!" Screams ripped through the entire corridor. Yang Xiaodong struggled to get up from the flower bed, his face still stained with mud, and saw a girl with a high ponytail clutching her skirt. Her face was as red as a cooked shrimp, and her eyes were filled with shame, anger and fear. Only then did he realize what he had just grabbed. It seems like... Someone else's skirt. What's even worse is that the skirt seems to have been torn off by him. The corridor fell silent for a moment. Dozens of pairs of eyes looked at the embarrassed hero and heroine, and then burst into deafening laughter. "Fuck! Yang Xiaodong, you are so awesome!" "Tearing up girls' skirts on the first day of school?" "Did this guy do it on purpose?" Yang Xiaodong's face turned the color of pig liver in an instant. He scrambled out of the flower bed in a hurry. The new books were scattered on the floor. He rushed over to pick them up while crawling. He stammered in explanation: "I, I, I didn't mean to do it! There was water on the ground and I slipped -" Halfway through his words, he met the girl's eyes. She was about 1.6 Meters tall, with shiny white skin, and delicate facial features that looked like a character from a comic book, especially her eyes, which were big and round with ridiculously long eyelashes, which were filled with angry tears at the moment. Her lips were trembling slightly, and she was biting her lower lip, like an angry kitten, ready to pounce on him and give him another kick at any time. Yang Xiaodong was stunned. It wasn't because she was good-looking - well, it was because she was good-looking, but more importantly, he was nailed to the spot by the light in those eyes. It was obvious that he was crying after being bullied, but he was so stubborn that he refused to let the tears fall. The fierce and aggrieved look in his eyes made him jump suddenly somewhere in his chest. "I'm sorry, sorry, sorry!" He bowed like clockwork, "I really didn't mean it. There was water on the ground and I slipped. I didn't mean to pull up your skirt. I'm really sorry!" The girl took a deep breath, rearranged her skirt, and glared at him. She didn't speak, but her eyes clearly said - just wait for me. Then she turned around and walked away, her pace as fast as a gust of wind, her high ponytail swaying left and right in Yang Xiaodong's sight, making his head buzz. "Don't look, everyone is gone." Fatty Zhou, who was at the same table, came over and nudged him with his elbow with a wicked smile, "Okay, Xiaodong, you fell in love with her on the first day of school? Do you know who she is?" "Who?" "Luo Helen," Fatty Zhou lowered his voice, as if he was revealing some important secret, "She was admitted first in our grade. I heard that she was class monitor and team leader for six years in elementary school, and her grades were ridiculously good. And her father is the director of Fengli Town Police Station. You are finished, really finished." Yang Xiaodong swallowed, and there was only one thought left in his mind. Luo Helen. What a nice name. Facts have proved that what Fatty Zhou said "it's over" was not an exaggeration at all. That afternoon, Yang Xiaodong's glorious deed of "pulling a girl's skirt on the first day of school" spread at the speed of light throughout the entire first grade of junior high school. Even the seniors in the second and third grades of junior high school heard about it. On his way to the toilet, he could feel the looks from all directions. Some were sympathetic, some were gloating, and most of them were just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously. What made him even more desperate was that when the head teacher arranged the seats, whether it was a coincidence or a malicious joke of fate, he actually arranged Luo Helen diagonally in front of him. Just across the aisle. When Luo Hailun was sitting on her seat, packing her schoolbag, Yang Xiaodong could even smell the scent of shampoo coming from her hair. It was a light jasmine scent, completely different from the pungent chemical scent that his mother used. He couldn't help but take another look at her back. The early autumn sunshine slanted in through the window and fell on her body, coating her whole body with a furry golden rim. She tied her hair into a high ponytail, slightly curled, and swayed slightly as she lowered her head, revealing a fair section of the back of her neck. "Have you seen enough?" Luo Helen suddenly turned her head and said something coldly. Yang Xiaodong was so frightened that he almost jumped up from his chair. He hurriedly opened the textbook and pretended to study, not even daring to raise his head. He felt like his ears were so hot that he could fry an egg. Luo Helen snorted and turned her head away from him. But what Yang Xiaodong didn't know was that the moment she turned her head, the tips of her ears quietly turned red. The gears of junior high school life started turning like this. Fengli Middle School is the only middle school in Fengli Town. It is located in the southeast corner of the town. There is a cinder track and playground sandwiched between two old teaching buildings. The facilities are not good, but it is close to home. Yang Xiaodong's family lives in an old street in the west of the town. His mother runs a canteen, and his father works in other places and cannot return home several times throughout the year. His grades have always been average since he was a child, neither good nor bad. He is the kind of student whose teacher can never remember his name. Luo Hailun and him were completely from two different worlds. In the first week of school, she was elected class president with a crushing advantage. When teachers from various subjects ask questions in class, she is always the first one to raise her hand, and she answers them flawlessly. Her handwriting is extremely beautiful, and her homework books are always neat and tidy, without even a trace of erasure. During the 800-meter run in physical education class, she ran the entire distance without changing her expression, and even helped the girls who could no longer run to rest under the shade of a tree. Yang Xiaodong couldn't tell how he felt when he saw her running on the playground. It felt like I had been lightly bumped by something, or like there was an unripe green fruit growing in my heart, which was sour and astringent. "Hey, do you like Luo Helen?" Fatty Zhou suddenly came over and asked during class one day. "You fart!" Yang Xiaodong almost spit out the spicy sticks in his mouth. "Then why are you always staring at her? Let me tell you, the way you look at her every time is just like our big huang staring at meat and bones, and his eyeballs are about to fall out." "Get out!" Fatty Zhou smiled and didn't argue with him. He just peeled off a piece of ham and started to chew on it. Yang Xiaodong looked away from Luo Hailun, lowered his head and flipped through two pages of the book, unable to read a single word. Of course he didn't admit that he liked Luo Helen. Who is Yang Xiaodong? What qualifications does a coward who tore someone's skirt, kicked into the flower bed, and now can't even look at someone have to like someone have? He is number one in the grade, the monitor of the class, and the apple of his eye in the teacher's eyes. What about him? He even often copied Fatty Zhou's math homework. But some things don't exist unless you acknowledge them. He started doing stupid things unconsciously. For example, he deliberately takes a detour and passes near Luo Helen's house every morning, just to take a look at her from a distance. For example, during free activities in physical education class, I pretended to play basketball, but in fact my eyes kept looking for her shadow. For example, when she occasionally passed him in the corridor, he would hold his breath for a moment, and his heartbeat would be as fast as if it was about to jump out of his throat, but she would just walk past him expressionlessly, not even giving him a look. What happened that afternoon made him fully understand what he meant. In Chinese class, the teacher asked everyone to recite a poem. When it was Luo Hailun's turn, she stood up and her voice was as clear as spring water in a mountain stream. What she read was "Facing the Sea, Spring Flowers Bloom" by Haizi. "From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person, feed horses, chop firewood, and travel around the world..." The afternoon sun shone on her through the window. She raised her head slightly, and the line of her chin was as graceful as a little swan. The whole class fell silent, even the most noisy boys shut their mouths. Yang Xiaodong stared blankly at her side face. Something in her chest was growing desperately, like spring bamboo shoots breaking through the hard soil, emerging unstoppably. It's over. He really fell in love with her. Intention: Puppy love