It is now three o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun shines through the glass window on the face of the boy I like. The fluffy gold edges on his hair make me feel very unreal. At this time, he is using a black pen to mark the letters on the paper and asking me:
"Lin Yuejia, fill in the "an" question for "why", not "who".
I like to lick my lips when I'm nervous. He must have noticed my little move and chuckled. The irritability caused by the big circle question also disappeared with this sound.
I frowned, "Appositive, for example, An Xudong's front desk Lin Yuejia comma who+is+the+best+person, that's Ding Cong, but like this, An Xudong, an ordinary high school student, it's appositive, just... You understand, right?"
He opened his mouth for a long time and couldn't speak. In the end, he only said one word: "Understood."
I turned around and continued to debate a big physics topic. Suddenly, a ball of paper hit me on the head. On it were An Xudong's ugly words that looked like papa:
If you don't know how to ask me, don't ask Zheng Yun.
Intention: secret love