"Lin Lu, go to QQ space and take a look, you've been hanged!"
When the fat man at the same table said this with a gossipy face, Lin Lu was stunned for a moment, and his train of thought on the question was suddenly interrupted.
"...Who cares about me?"
"Confession wall."
The fat man blocked the teacher's view of the podium with his textbook, and moved the phone screen to Lin Lu with a smile.
The Confession Wall is not a real wall. It is a QQ or Weibo posted by a mysterious person who specializes in running the 'XX School Confession Wall'. Students can submit articles to the wall, such as anonymous confessions, spiritual tree holes, complaints in the cafeteria, and searching for people.
The person in charge of this QQ will specifically sort out this information and publish it directly in the QQ space. Many gossips about the school come from here.
Lin Lu was no stranger to the Confession Wall. He also had friends who were on the wall. Occasionally he would read the gossip on the wall when he had nothing to do. But he didn't expect that today it would be his turn to be the one having fun.
Lin Lu looked at the information on the screen, the classic chat interface screenshot style——
Mosaic: "Hello Qiangqiang."
In the eyes of many people, most art students are synonymous with bad academics. They are good-looking, good at dressing, good at playing, sunny and handsome, and have rich families. They are mixed with ordinary classes. As long as they do not violate discipline, the teacher
I don't care much, it seems that art students just play around all day, and their study style is not very good. Falling in love and absenteeism seem to be commonplace.
But Lin Lu was different, he knew clearly what he wanted.
"...I'm talking about psychology!"
However, he did not recall the impression of the girl concerned, nor was he interested in recalling it.
"No, are all of you artists talking so coquettishly?"
To be honest, he really doesn't call many girls of the same age or younger than him, because he thinks they are immature, and he doesn't understand the meaning of such a relationship. He doesn't study or study, just for an unconscious hormonal carnival.
, and in the end nothing was left.
Mosaic: "[Photo]"
Seeing that Lin Lu ignored the information on the confession wall so calmly, his deskmate Fatty Liu also looked distressed: "Hey, hey, give me some reaction, the school girl didn't even pique your guy's interest at all.
?!"
"Shall I introduce you? Anyway, you don't mind someone older than you. Just reward me with a set of skins when the time comes!"
[It is recommended that the heroine go to the gallery exhibition in the laboratory building to see the gold medal figure sketch, which has the hero’s name and class]
Lin Lu looked like an old man on the subway looking at his phone.
It's a pity that Lin Lu, as a young man with ideals and ambitions in the new era, currently only plans to study hard.
…
Fatty Liu sighed indifferently. He was a typical lay-down art student. Now that he had taken the art exam and had neglected cultural classes for two years, you can imagine how difficult it would be to take it up again.
"What I want is to be considerate, tolerant and generous, and the one that suits me is the best."
"But Lin Lu, you are different from me. I thought you had a lot of potential at first sight. It just so happens that I have a cousin who doesn't have a partner yet."
"A fellow man?" Fatty Liu's eyes suddenly lit up.
Today is February 14, 2022, and there are still 110 days left before the college entrance examination.
Lin Lu was quite normal before, but now he was inexplicably interested in wrists. He had no choice but to comfort himself. The people around him were like the moon, his wrists were as bright as frost and snow, and art students all have eyes that discover beauty.
Lin Lu was speechless. He didn't know what Fatty Liu had gone through to develop such a unique hobby at a young age.
"What's the meaning?"
Confession wall: "[OK]"
Perhaps because he had rarely heard of Lin Lu's criteria for choosing a mate, Fatty Liu also became interested: "You're so good, Lin Lu, but I thought you were single."
The handsome guy who was secretly photographed in the photo is indeed him. He is 1.83 meters tall, with clean skin, a drawing book in his hand, and slender fingers holding the armrest... It must be said that Lin Lu is born with a slightly cold art.
Angry temperament is quite destructive to little girls.
Mosaic: "I am a girl in the first year of high school!"
Confession wall: "May I ask if you are a boy or a girl? [Funny]"
[What a coincidence, I know the male protagonist]
Compared to naive little girls who need to take care of their emotions and are childish, Lin Lu prefers intellectual older sisters who are elegant, dignified, emotionally stable, and have life experience.
"Aren't you yourself too."
He looked back at the math paper in his hand, trying to keep up with the teacher's ideas. This was the most important thing.
"I like mature girls."
Unrequited love may seem a little embarrassing, like peed your pants, but the warmth in it can only be felt by yourself.
Maybe it's the natural shyness of young girls when it comes to anonymously posting on confession walls to find someone? They're too shy to expose themselves in the position of 'I like you', but they have to express their love anonymously, filled with hormonal thoughts and fantasies.
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[Requesting the same! Send me a copy by the way!]
Mosaic: "When I was taking the bus at noon the day before yesterday, I met a very handsome young man. He was wearing our school uniform! I couldn't help myself, so I took out my phone and secretly photographed him. Unfortunately, I was with my friends that day and I didn't have the nerve to ask for him.
Contact information, but I have been thinking about him in the past two days, maybe it was love at first sight! Please Qianqiang, don’t laugh at me! I wish I could get to know him, can Qianqiang help me find his QQ?"
After reading this confession wall update, Lin Lu felt no emotion in his heart. No wonder the phone in his pocket vibrated from time to time from the beginning. Unexpectedly, it was hung on the wall.
The art joint entrance examination has ended. Lin Lu easily exceeded the first-tier requirements with a professional score of 286, but this was not enough. If he wanted to be admitted to the university of his choice, his cultural class scores were a headache.
"I don't mind if I'm older than you?"
Under this post, there are many likes and comments from students.
The goal is to be admitted to the Art Institute of Soochow University and become a first-class painter and all-around designer in the industry in the future.
"I'm old enough anyway. Just remember to visit me often when you get admitted to Soochow University."
"I'm just not interested in naive girls."
I remember last year, when the school was engaged in epidemic prevention, Lin Lu's task was to measure the temperature of the wrists. Over a month, he took a look at the white, flawless, gentle and jade-like wrists of all the girls in the third grade of high school.
In fact, this is true for some art students, especially after the art joint entrance examination some time ago, many students in Lin Lu's class let themselves go.
Of course, everyone's physique is different, and the development of a hobby is always the result of the combined action of multiple factors.
"boring……"
The reason why he chose the path of being an art candidate was not just to make a living. He had been very interested in art since he was a child, and he also showed his extraordinary talent in this field.
Lin Lu is an art candidate in the third year of high school.
"Don't you usually get enough rewards? Come to class."
Lin Lu stopped Liu Pang's words, retracted his thoughts and wanted to listen to the teacher's explanation of math problems——
Didn’t it just change from odd to even? What kind of heavenly book is written on this?!
Sure enough, I still have to hire a tutor to make up for it...