A Few Things About My Deskmate

When Fang Zixi learned that she was sitting at the same table as Cheng Che, she was silently happy for five hours. To her, Cheng Che was a warm and dazzling little sun. She has always been attracted to the light like a moth. In less than twenty-four hours, she realized that this was not the sun at all, but a shameless and shameless dude. One day, she said to Cheng Che out of nowhere, "Did you know that many girls like you?" Cheng Che narrowed his eyes, his smile faded a little, and his eyebrows were slightly raised, showing a bit of nonchalance, "Fang Zixi, do you want to confess your feelings?" Fang Zixi froze, clenched the corner of the book in her hand, and was about to deny it, but she saw him looking directly into her eyes, with a rare smile in his eyes, and said in a neutral tone, "You know, we are not the same kind of people." He saw her eyebrows twitching slightly and smiled sarcastically, "I know what you want. But you don't like me. Don't lie to me, okay?" It was as if someone had stripped her of her last layer of disguise, and all her ugliness was exposed in broad daylight. The cold war lasted for weeks. Cheng Che finally admitted that he had failed when he saw Fang Zixi and Li Jinming's smiles almost identical to each other for the umpteenth time. He walked forward with a cold expression, "Fang Zixi, I have something to tell you." Fang Zixi followed him in surprise to a deserted corner. Seeing him sullen and silent, she thought for a moment and smiled sarcastically. The uncontrollable grievance and sadness surged into her heart, and she said with self-loathing, "Cheng Che, didn't you say that we are not the same kind of people? I thought about it and think you are right. How can a discarded mouse dream of sunshine? I know who I am with, Li Jin and I..." His hand covered her mouth tightly to prevent her from making any sound. He leaned close to her, his voice trembling with restraint, "I don't care. From now on, you, Fang Zixi, will be the same as me, Cheng Che. I will pull you out even if I pull you out, you are not allowed to talk like this!" At the end, he added softly, "Okay?" In front of others, Fang Zixi is an approachable and lovable person. She has a bright smile and is positive. She seems to be like those young people who hold countless good things and hopes in their hearts. Only she herself knows how she went from being a new student with no expectations to being a person who now has a habit of pretending to be negative and stinking inside. She liked that bright boy, hesitating, wanting to get closer, but not daring to get close. It was he who pulled her into the world she had longed for for eighteen years. The daily life of classmates framing each other, torturing each other, falling in love and killing each other + the warm healing during this period Intention: I want to write about a senior high school student who is full of invisible smoke but still warm and touching.