Chapter 442 Zhou Jinyuan Extra
Chapter 442 Extra from Zhou Jinyuan’s Perspective 1
I was doing homework for a child last night and forgot to imitate her handwriting. As a result, she was called a parent and even scolded by her parents.
The crying sound was quite loud. When I passed by her door, she was crying heartbrokenly.
Although she forced me to do my homework, I feel that I am a man and I also have certain responsibilities.
I stayed up all night feeling guilty.
After a night of reflection, I decided that I would never make such a stupid mistake next time - I had to learn to imitate that child's handwriting.
When I went home the next night, I wanted to comfort the child and apologize to her, but the child wouldn't even let me in through the door.
I'm done thinking, this is preparing to never ignore me again.
But it doesn't matter. I'm a man, a primary school student, older than her. What's wrong with me bowing my head twice more?
Moreover, she has just entered kindergarten and has just learned how much 1 plus 1 equals. What do I care about with a kindergarten child?
But two or three days passed and I still didn't go in.
I'm a little discouraged. Are all little girls so temperamental?
The servant saw that I was unhappy and asked me what was wrong. I said that I had made a little girl angry and how should I comfort her? The servant said that at this age, she could just give her some delicious snacks.
Then I took the two boxes of matsutake chocolates that my father bought from abroad and gave to my mother, and prepared to send friendly condolences again.
When I took the chocolates to her house, I thought that the child must have never eaten them. Her mouth would be watering when she saw these two boxes of chocolates.
But when I arrived at her house, I suddenly found that there was a little fat man in the yard that I had never seen before. The little fat man was holding a stick and playing with the water in the fish pond.
The child is not here.
For the next few days, I didn't see any children, only the little fat man was there.
Later I found out that the child had moved away.
I can't give away my chocolates.
The next day, my mother told me that the house was haunted. The chocolate that had been lost suddenly appeared again. It was really strange.
I languished and didn't speak, and my days returned to their previous boring state. I had to work hard every day to become the outstanding child my mother said, which was boring.
Not interesting.
That's how I got to high school.
When I was a sophomore in high school, my classmates asked me to go out to play basketball. I didn't want to go.
Because the little fat man surnamed Lu who moved into the child's house said that he accidentally broke his antiques. His father was addicted to antiques. If his father knew, his legs would be broken. He was so scared that he cried and came to see me. Think of something.
My classmate said on the phone that there was a shortage of people and called me dad several times. I reluctantly agreed and said he would come over after I finished wiping the butt of another bad son.
Through my connections, I introduced a master named Lu to a master who specializes in antique imitations, and then I went to the basketball court of Jiangshi University.
There is also a normal middle school in Jiangshi University, which is not far from the university basketball court.
There are also many people in the school on weekends. Many dormitory students go to the cafeteria to eat at noon, and the basketball court is the only way to go.
I played ball with some classmates for a while, and a lot of little girls gathered around and stood taking pictures. My classmates said they were taking pictures of me, but I didn't say anything or even look at them.
At that time, my mind was all on the ball and I really had no other thoughts.
Until a classmate bumped into my shoulder when I was about to shoot a three-pointer and said: "Look at the front right, the most beautiful girl is coming over! I have seen her here several times! You said Is it fate? ”
On the right front, my classmate's fate, I took the time to glance over.
The girl was wearing blue school uniform trousers and a white T-shirt, with a little baby fat on her chin. She had a cute and playful smile, and her eyes were clean and sparkling, as if they were hiding stars.
It was the ponytail that was rippling around on the back of her head, making people look a little dizzy.
At the same time, I felt a little familiar.
But I didn't think about it. I looked away and said calmly: "Underage, don't mess around." "Of course I know, I can wait a little longer!"
"Bang" sound.
The three-pointer missed and hit the backboard, which was ridiculously crooked.
Several classmates booed and laughed at me for failing for the first time today and that my level dropped too quickly.
But what I was thinking was, who is that girl?
A few weeks later, my classmates took me over to play ball again. This time they didn’t ask me, so I agreed. For no other reason than that I wanted to know who the familiar girl was.
During the halftime break, I was sitting on the edge of the basketball court to rest. A senior sister came over to bring me water. I refused. Then I turned to my classmate and asked my classmate what is your fate?
He was stunned for a while before he realized: "Her meal time is between 12 and 20 noon."
"Do you know what her name is?"
He scratched his head and smiled: "I don't know yet, I haven't had the nerve to talk to her yet."
I called him a coward.
Just like this, for two weeks, I could see the girl walking from the basketball court to the cafeteria at noon every weekend.
Every time I come here, there are many girls around the basketball court, but she never looks at us... That's not right. One time she looked over, because among the girls surrounding, one of her classmates shouted She came over to see the handsome guy, but she refused.
I still remember her original words: I didn’t feel full after seeing the handsome guy. I went to the canteen late and the chicken drumsticks were gone.
Okay, I don’t know what chicken legs are so tempting.
Then I said I was hungry and I wanted to eat chicken legs.
I want to see what kind of chicken legs have such magic power.
I tasted it and it was indeed ok.
That girl has good taste.
Maybe the chicken legs favored me. I dreamed that night, and I dreamed of the kid I helped with my homework.
Then the face of the little girl gradually overlapped with the facial features of the girl in school...
Early the next morning, I hurriedly found my dad's secretary and asked him to help me check someone out. When I got the results on Friday, I was finally sure that this girl was the baby-faced girl from kindergarten.
From then on, I paid more and more attention to her. I even stood outside the basketball court waiting for her to pass by to see if she could recognize me.
As a result, she didn't even look at me.
In the next two weeks, I will still go to the basketball court of Jiangshi University on time, but these two times, it is not my classmates begging me to go, but me taking the initiative to contact them to play.
I want to see when this girl will recognize me and whether she still remembers what happened to me.
Another two weeks have passed and she is still not recognized. If she fails to recognize her again next week, I will tell her directly and be mentally prepared to be scolded.
I accept both the compensation and the apology.
Unexpectedly, my mother suddenly informed me that the day to report to Beijing University had arrived.
For the first time since I was little, I hated walking out.
I left before I could confess.
When I came back, I wanted to find an opportunity to confess, but as soon as I arrived at the gate of her school, I saw someone behind her back saying that she was scheming about green tea and that they would block her at night.
I took a step forward and stopped the two girls who were saying bad things about her. Taking advantage of my age, I threatened them with a cold face: "I'm covering up Chen Xixi. If anyone dares to bully her, don't blame me for being rude."
This line is really awesome.
But enough of bluffing girls.