If it weren't for the inconvenience caused by spraining his ankle while playing basketball, Lu Yuyang wouldn't be willing to waste a physical education class watching the girls in his class dance the waltz.
"Hey, yes, raise your hands!" The physical education teacher's shouts kept coming and going in my ears. It just sounded like it could be so noisy in winter.
The absent-minded Lu Yuyang just raised his head and took a look out of boredom. Maybe it was the right time, place, and people, or maybe it was just a glance that lasted forever.
Anyway, the only thing that caught my eye was Song Henian, who was standing in the front row dancing in the men's position. Only Song Henian was illuminated by the sunlight that penetrated under the shade of the tree.
After class.
The physical education teacher checked the homework and asked generally: "Lu Yuyang, can you tell me who dances better in that group? They won't have to practice next class."
"Song Henian." The speed of Lu Yuyang's answer surprised him. Without waiting for the teacher's reaction, he walked back to the classroom quickly.
"Hey, Mr. Lu, thank you! Please drink a bottle of water." Lu Yuyang, who was restless in his seat, was startled by the sudden flow of drinks.
Turning around, it was still Song Henian. But this time, it was Song Henian who was smiling.
Concept: Can the love in high school last forever? If you think it is the restlessness of youthful hormones, then I will wait until the college entrance examination is over.