The Day When the Meteor Hit My Deskmate

When the meteor hits the roommate GB Jiang Xiyi*Ji Yi In the second grade of high school, I became Ji Yi's deskmate. At the same time, the jealous gazes of all the girls in the school almost burned through my back. Who doesn't know that this god of learning and school boss has a mysophobia—— The person who touched his rubber was even posted anonymously on the campus wall on the same day. I can only carefully maintain the three centimeters and thirty-eight lines. Until the observatory predicted a once-in-a-century meteor shower. I bumped into him when I was sneaking out for self-study in the evening: "Jiang Xiyi, there is the men's room just ahead." "... I'm looking for the best observation point." He suddenly dragged me up to the rooftop. Meteors glide past us and make wishes. The next day in class, he was blushing and hooked my little finger under the desk. "Last night's shooting star..." "My wish is to be your boyfriend." I looked at him blankly and said, "I just made a wish!" He chuckled: "But it's off by 0.1 Degrees -" "Just like the life track I veered off for you." "I want to fulfill your wish" --- The dust of the liberal arts classes for the second year of high school has settled. I hold the new class list with my heart beating in my chest. The fingertips slid across the cold printing paper and finally stopped at the name next to "Ji Yi" - Jiang Xiyi. My name. With a gentle push of fate, I was pushed next to the name that attracted the attention of the whole school and became Ji Yi's deskmate. This location is simply the center of the storm. On the first day of school, all kinds of complex glances were like real objects, densely packed on my back, almost burning through my school uniform. Who doesn't know Ji Yi? He has the aura of being a god of learning, and he is firmly holding the title of school lord, not to mention his famous "cleanliness". According to rumors, a certain warrior accidentally knocked off his eraser. That afternoon, an "academic paper on the chain of bacterial transmission in public goods" was hung on the anonymous wall on campus. As a result, the "38th parallel" that stretched between our two desks became a safe zone for my survival. Three centimeters, as precise as if measured with a vernier caliper. My arms were neatly curled up on my own side, and I even breathed deliberately softly, for fear that the slightest movement of air out of bounds would trigger the alarm system of this scholar and mysophobic patient. The days flowed with care and under the gaze of countless eyes. Until a forecast from the observatory dropped like a pebble into a calm (at least on the surface) campus pond - the once-in-a-century Leonid meteor shower, peaking tonight. Under the light of the evening self-study, the writing in the textbook became blurred, and the night outside the window was like a huge magnet. The uncontrollable thought in my heart finally took over. I ducked down and took advantage of the cover of my classmates in the front row to quietly sneak out of the back door. The corridor was empty, with only the emergency lights dimly on. I was secretly rejoicing, trying to figure out which corner of the teaching building I could avoid the sight of security guards and still allow me to see the open night sky. When I turned a corner, I almost ran into an embrace with the scent of clean soap locust. "Jiang Xiyi," a clear voice sounded above the head, with a hint of unnoticeable narrowness, "three steps ahead, there is the men's room." I looked up suddenly and ran into Ji Yi's eyes that looked particularly deep in the dim light. His mind went blank for a moment, and he blurted out: "... I'm looking for the best observation point!" The voice was dry and unconvincing. When the first meteor slid across the sky, Ji Yi pulled my shoulder and said, "Make a wish, Jiang Xiyi." I nervously clutched my hands and said, "I hope my family is safe, I hope I can get into a good school, I hope my good destiny will come soon..." "Jiang Xiyi, Meteor is one minute away from your dream coming true." "What?" "You're going to be stoned to death." Too many wishes will become stones that will hit people. I looked into his eyes and watched more and more shooting stars slide by "Did you make a wish?" "My shooting star has gone astray." Ji Yi looked at me, holding my arm calmly and sighing, "My life trajectory has also gone astray." Purpose: The male and female protagonists love the country, the party and the people