The never-ending chirping of cicadas and the sound of heartbeats, together with the coolness on my face, constitute all my memories of that autumn day.
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This pit will probably open around June 26
○It's probably something very innovative, it's the protagonist's self-salvation.
○Can you really write the desired effect?
Copywriting:
In the canteen in mid-autumn, in front of the iced drink cabinet where people come and go, the girl standing in front is struggling with which bottle to buy, with a husky hanging from her hairband and her eyes intelligent.
Girls were laughing and joking in the corridor. Some of them had crooked eyebrows, sweet smiles and husky hairbands. I couldn't help but look at her a few more times and remember her smiling face. I didn't expect that this would be something that my future self would be hard-pressed to forget, the beginning of our story.
Since then, I seemed to meet her often, squatting in the stationery store to carefully select vocabulary books, sitting by the window in the cafeteria with several girls, coming upstairs to deliver class history homework... Gradually, I learned her name, class, and personality.
Well, I guess I'm stuck.
I like her.
It's my business to like her, I don't need her to know. When I met her, I took a few glances at her from a distance and sighed in my heart that she was so cute. That was enough. I drew the line sensibly and planned to keep it that way until the future.
. But if a person can restrain himself completely according to reason, then he is not a human being.
Unexpectedly, she was good at liberal arts and finally chose science and was assigned to my class. I finally understood the reason why she chose science, which she was not good at - her parents' request, which provided a bright future. I have no position to comment, and it's hard to describe how I feel.
Maybe she felt that I helped her a lot, and the relationship with me became closer, reaching a very dangerous distance between men and women.
. I naively thought that she had the same feelings for me, and one day I confessed my feelings to her with a stuttering voice. Naturally, he was rejected. She smiled half-heartedly, saving some face for me.
Someone spread a rumor that we were together and she was angry. I think I'm overthinking it.
Also, don't think too much. She may really have no sense of boundaries, that's all.
, It's hard to say how we got together. Looking back, it feels like we are stepping on light and fluffy clouds. She confessed her love to me and the rest didn't matter. Girls are thin-skinned. She doesn't want others to know and is only willing to talk to me in an inaccessible place. This is an underground love affair that belongs only to the two of us.
. My memory is quite poor, which is partly due to studying science. When I officially got to know her, I called her by the wrong name twice because I was nervous. Sometimes I feel that she seems to be taller and thinner than a while ago, but when I think about it carefully I realize that it is an illusion.
. It seems that for this reason, my classmates don't like me very much. People get annoyed if I always call them by the wrong name, not to mention that I haven't remembered everyone's names until now. As time went by, I was vaguely isolated by the class, and I was never called out for class activities.
. She seems to have a lot of troubles recently, and she doesn't feel happy when she is with me. Or it has been like this ever since she confessed her love to me. When I was with her, I carefully tried to whitewash the situation, but with little success.
. As we have been together for a long time, her attitude towards me has improved, and her smile is the same as when I first met her. No matter who she was looking at through me, I'm sure she's looking at me now, just me. That's enough, isn't it.
I embraced my warm sun.
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First person, understand everything
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