Genshin Impact: Zhongli discovered that he was stealing tributes at the beginning

I originally wanted to write what the author said, but there are too many words, haha, so I can only put it in the main text, so dear readers, you can skip it directly. The following content is just my ramblings.

My high school is an ordinary high school in the town. Students who can get into key universities here are often in the experimental class. It happens that I was in the experimental class when I was a freshman in high school, but I found that I seemed to be out of tune with everyone. Others When I was paying attention in class, I often had wild thoughts, and my mind was filled with games and beautiful women. Naturally, my grades were at the bottom of the class, and I was even ranked at the bottom of my grade. This was something the teacher could not imagine, so he hurriedly took measures and arranged for me to sit down. aircraft position.

At that time, the school did not allow men and women to sit at the same table, saying that it was to prevent premature love. However, in my opinion, this would more easily arouse students' desire to fall in love. At that time, everyone's rebellious psychology was quite strong. Most of the people in the first few rows were girls. My plane seat was leaning against the podium. When I was distracted, the teacher folded a piece of chalk and threw it on my head. Sometimes after a class, my black hair almost turned white, but these It doesn't matter. What's important is that I can chat with the girl in the first row in class. It's natural that I fall in love with a sweet and cute girl.

Her desk is next to mine. Every time when I am in class, someone seems to be looking at my side face with a burning gaze. I turn around casually and find her hurriedly lowering her head. Unfortunately, this wonderful time is too late because she is older. It was lost due to the division of subjects into classes during the semester. She was still in the experimental class, which was liberal arts, while I was assigned to the general science class.

Because I knew that she was not good at math, I worked hard on math during that time and went to her class to teach her math. However, her class teacher later saw her. This teacher seemed to be like my future father-in-law and ordered me not to do that in the future. Allow me to come here, otherwise I will call my parents over. I definitely don’t have the courage, so I stay in the ordinary class and live my life in a hazy way. The distance from her is getting farther and farther, but I can always see her in the cafeteria. Here, downstairs in the dormitory, on the school road in the playground, because my eyes have been following her, it seems a bit like a pervert, haha.

Later, when I was in my third year of high school, I suddenly woke up and started studying hard. The next days were spent studying in the classroom, eating in the canteen, and sleeping in the dormitory, day after day, until the college entrance examination was over. In this way, the three years of high school seemed like It was easy and it was over in a flash, and the pain and happiness in it were diluted by time. Finally, on the day when I filled out my application form, she and I were not going to the same school. I mustered up the courage to smile and said to her, "You still look good today, better than before." She also smiled and said, "Thank you."

No more, no less, just two words, but it made me fall into silence. I just watched her leaving silently, holding the phone tightly in my palm.

I still didn't add her contact information that day, and I never saw her again. Maybe this was the youth of a boy with low self-esteem. Like bitter melon, although it is bitter, it often reminds me of it.

Then one day I came across a video in which a boy confessed to a girl and said, "Do you know why I came to teach you every time after class in high school?" The girl asked, "Do you know why I am in my seat every time after class?" ? But the video is a video and the reality is reality. I’m still not sure.

Hahaha, if the spring breeze has mercy on the flowers, can you allow me to be young again?