In class, some people turn on their cell phones, some people talk gossip in a low voice, and some people discuss physics problems in class.

The girl you like is right in front of you, and your best brother is around. Writing is hope and future.

I thought it was just an ordinary afternoon. It's cool and happy to be caught by the teacher and sent to the penalty station for talking in the evening self-study in the second year of high school in winter, because I was finally deprived of the opportunity to learn.

As a result, the monitor, the Communist Youth League Secretary and the student representatives need to sign the data fee for that day.

I wandered in the corridor with the temperament of a security chief. While I am proud of being the first in my grade, I also lament for those students who lost their freedom in class from time to time.

But just as I looked around majestically and felt very rebellious, I turned my head and crossed my eyes with the monitor of Class 3 who crossed the corridor to sign.

I liked him when I was a league secretary in my freshman year. I'm in Class Four. At that time, class four went to sign first, and class three went again.

I deliberately signed my name slowly so that I could go back to the classroom with him on the way.

However, I am no longer a league secretary in my sophomore year, so I don't need to sign it. I can punish my position with a clear conscience.

Then he smiled, smiled, said nothing, and went directly to the academic affairs office to sign.

After that, my beautiful girl image in the program was completely destroyed, and the personnel establishment of excellent class cadres of "three good students" also collapsed. I blame myself painfully.

If I had known I wouldn't talk in this class, I should have waited until the next class, I should have sent a small note, and I should have been careful not to be found talking by the teacher.

The teacher is really, just say a word, is it necessary for me to stand out? Why didn't he grab my mother and stand with me? If my mother hadn't given me this mouth, would I still be able to talk in his class?

I've been regretting it ever since I remembered it. Seeing him coming out of the classroom after signing, I quickly stopped looking too far and pretended to enjoy the scenery.

As a result, he came towards me.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

I looked thoughtfully into the distance so as to look steady.

He came up to me gently and asked me, "Are you cold standing here?"

My face is as hot as a volcano in an instant. As the first person in my grade, I lost the aura of the protagonist, and the hero collapsed, leaving only the word shame buzzing around me.

At this time, my brain is running at full speed, thinking about how to answer to save my elegance and not be so shameful.

I paused, and then nervously told him, like Zhao Si, "I'm, I'm fine, anyway, I haven't stood for long, it's not too cold." How could I not need it? I really need it, and I still like people's coats. Needless to say, I really need it. Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me! ! ! !

But soul of china, who is proud and unyielding, let me catch the last trace of self-esteem. I said, "No, no, I'll go in in a minute. Anyway, class will be over soon."

He smiled and said yes, then turned and walked to the classroom.

At this time, my heart, which was about to fly out, slowly calmed down. I breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and gave myself a dignified and dignified thumb.

As a result, when he was about to go to the classroom, he suddenly turned around and walked towards me as if remembering something, taking off his coat as he walked. He gave me his last stubborn smile and handed it to me: "put it on, it's still cold." I'm leaving. "

My coat was put on hold for a long time.

At that time, I felt that my youth was really beautiful, and the penalty station was really beautiful. If I can see you at the penalty station every time, I will stand every day and be a security guard for everyone.