"Hey, wait," the female classmate who spoke was stamping her feet anxiously, "Come back here, what are you doing at the Foreign Languages School!!!"
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On the first weekend after school started, Qin Xiaoman was admitted to Y University in the same city.
Although this classmate, who was more than smart but not very diligent, was not admitted to J University, his first choice, he finally got into the computer science department that he had longed for.
The two girls were walking along the lakeside of the school, exchanging their thoughts on college life.
Although Qin Xiaoman has a calm temperament and always has a calm expression, based on three years of familiarity, Tong Yao can still tell at a glance that this girl has something on her mind;
Along the way, she deliberately said a lot of interesting things, but she still looked absent-minded, making the nursery rhyme secretly anxious.
"Has Yan Zisong visited you?"
Qin Xiaoman was obviously a little surprised by the sudden change of topic, and then shook his head,
"I told him not to come to me first. I wanted to give myself some time to think about it carefully."
"Tch," Tong Yao said with a flat mouth, "What do you have to think about? He has been chasing you for so many years. Do you still want to think about whether you like him or not?"
"No," Qin Xiaoman looked into the distance. The slow breeze in autumn blew through the calm and clear lake, and the lake water rippled a little, just like her mood at this time.
"Do you think he is like the wind?"
"Like the wind?" Nursery Rhyme raised her head in confusion.
"Well, the wind is misty and has no trace, whether it's slight or strong. When it blows towards you, you can't avoid it at all. Maybe it will bring you coolness and comfort, and it will also make you feel relaxed and happy, but the wind is unpredictable after all.
of.
I know he is really good to me, but I am afraid that he is so good. The more beautiful it is, the more I am afraid it will become a memory, and I am afraid it will become unbearable pain when I lose it."
"Oh my God,"
Tong Yao slapped her forehead heavily and said sadly:
"Qin Xiaoman, why have I never seen that you are a pessimist? Yes, Yan Zisong is...that...too popular, and his past love history...this...is also a bit too much
, but as far as I know, he really hasn’t had a girlfriend in the past two years!"