As soon as school was over, my bad classmate grabbed me and kept complaining.
My deskmate and best friend is named Wang Dazhi. Although he has this name, he really has no ambitions.
I asked him why he was studying, and he said it was for him to get into college.
I asked why I wanted to go to college, and he said it was because of the young and beautiful girls in college!
What a trap! This guy is a big trap!
At this time, he was pulling me and complaining endlessly.
"I came here specially to study in the evening today, and I even took the little love letter I wrote all night last night!"
As he spoke, he shook the love letter in his hand and looked at me as if he was crying.
"But I didn't expect that the girl of my dreams, Ma Yun, didn't come to study hall today! My trip was in vain! All my planning was in vain!"
Damn, this guy actually wants to send a love letter to that girl Ma Yun?
It’s really weird! Everyone knows that nowadays, who still uses something as cliché as a love letter when dating a girl?
Unless there's a big stack of Mao Zedong stuffed inside the love letter!
But there are really a lot of rich and handsome men who are like Mao Zedong. They never have to chase girls. It’s the girls who follow them.
Especially my sister Ma Yun, her family is rich...she has no need for money.
So, she started to feel abnormal.
Hmm, yes, that must be the case.
"Forget it, it seems that the right time, place and people are not right!"
This guy Wang Dazhi thrust the love letter into my hand, "I guess this trick won't work now. I'll leave you to learn from my brother's literary talent. I'm leaving, so don't follow the girl around on the road!"
After saying that, the guy ignored me, waved his hand, picked up his schoolbag and left.
Although we are roommates and best friends, we still live quite far apart.
He lives near the school, and I have to take the last bus No. 11 for half an hour to get home.
So I hate studying late at night, but I have to come all the time.
As for Wang Dazhi, who lives so close by, he rarely comes to study at night. In his words, the purpose of going to college is to pick up girls anyway. It is not as good as going to an art school where there are more girls.
This guy has nothing else in his head but girls! What a shame!
After school, there was a bit of noise at the gate of No. 1 Middle School and No. 1 School, as various students began to pack their bags and go home.
But there are very few people traveling the same way as me. Most students choose to live on campus, which is more convenient.
I am the only one who is far away from the school and I don’t want to live on campus, so I can only catch the last bus at night every day.
The buses on Route 11 are all very old. I guess the fleet owner is evil and unwilling to replace them with new ones.
This was the case with the car parked in front of me. I looked carefully and saw an old bus with peeling paint and mottled colors parked in front of me, like a dying old man.
I took out a coin and got on the bus.
"Clang!"
This is the sound of coins falling into the cash box, which sounds even more crisp and clear, as if it is very empty inside.
The driver sat in the cab with a sullen face and didn't even look at me.
There were not many people on the last bus, maybe about twenty people.
The lights in the carriage were a little dim, and their faces couldn't be seen clearly, but they all had their heads lowered, as if they were taking a nap from exhaustion.