I am most afraid of the dark

On January 1st, a slap landed on my head: "Please, there's a huge difference, don't you think the first style of uniform looks a lot like what my mother would wear? The color and fabric..."

However, after looking at them, I feel that the three styles of uniforms are quite similar, consisting of a shirt + a knitted sweater + a jacket + a bow tie + a short skirt + long socks + leather shoes

As another rumble of thunder exploded in the night sky, I let out a scream, suddenly covering my ears with my hands and crouching down

"Liberation, long live!" In January, he immediately dropped the chalk, grabbed his backpack, and dashed out of the classroom like an arrow

Zuo Ye directly walked into the curtain of rain, and I did not dare to slacken my pace and followed closely behind.

Alright. With one hand holding eight pieces of chalk and my face covered in chalk dust, I asked, "Are you here to help me draw the blackboard newspaper, or are you just here to chat with me?"

I sighed, picked up the blackboard eraser, wiped it clean, and carefully wrote the characters again

The corridor is much brighter than the classroom, I closely follow in his footsteps, observing his indifferent back, his tall stature, as well as his demeanor and movements while walking

Bravely detaching myself slightly from my body, I find myself trapped in a realm of loneliness and darkness, feeling a tingling and swelling in my nose, and then a faint sob escapes from my throat. ... I desperately tell myself in my heart to stay calm and not to cry, but ... ... the tears simply cannot be stopped ... ...

I forced myself to take a few steps, but as I twisted my ankle, I fell to the ground again

Please, call me, hurry and call, call, call...

It is so embarrassing, at this age, to still be afraid of the dark

However, I dare not stop my footsteps for a moment. It is important to know that the current tree-lined path is more terrifying than the teaching building

Without having time to think further, I slung my backpack over my shoulder and chased after it.

Left drag

It seems that something important was forgotten at school, so I should hurry back to retrieve it. But isn't that seat the one belonging to Zuo Ye?

The light bulb flickered, followed by two loud "bang" sounds, as the two doors were slammed shut one after the other by the raging wind

My heart began to race, my hands tightly gripping the backpack, and just a few steps into the darkness, I bumped into the desk and chair

It was only at this moment that I seemed to suddenly awaken—today is Saturday, there is no evening study session, and after an early dismissal in the afternoon, all the students have left. At this time, the entire teaching building is left with just me.

Suddenly, I stumbled over something underfoot, and I felt my body lose balance. In the next moment, I fell forward hard, my backpack dropping to the ground. I raised my head to see the shadow of Zuo Ye gradually walking away, quickly grabbed my backpack, and stood up.

Alright, alright. I really can't stand it; her habit of gesticulating wildly whenever she speaks is something she never seems to change. You should go back first; I can manage here by myself.

I know that no one can rely on it! The characters she wrote are crooked and illegible!

When I clapped my hands and looked at the fruits of my labor with satisfaction, the sky had already turned completely dark

I just took my backpack out of the drawer, and the fluorescent light went "pop" and went out completely

I began to feel relieved that Zuo Ye would appear at this moment; otherwise, I would surely be so frightened that my legs would go weak, and I would not dare to go home

My hands and feet are cold and stiff, sitting in place, anxiously looking left and right. The rain is pouring down everywhere, "pat pat pat," hitting the leaves, splashing on the puddles, and striking the eaves. From time to time, the sky roars with thunder or a sinister flash of lightning cuts across.

Who is it?

His legs are long, and he shows no intention of waiting for me; I can barely keep up with his pace, almost having to jog to do so

The classroom was suddenly engulfed in darkness, and several blinding flashes of lightning streaked across the night sky, followed by the sound of raindrops falling with a "pitter-patter".

The eerie and terrifying teaching building has finally been completed

I am afraid of the dark

Power outage

Indeed, it is Zuo Ye

After several attempts, I was unable to stand up again, and the figure of Zuo Yi... has completely vanished...

In January, after hesitating for a while, I had just written a line on the blackboard when I couldn't help but ramble on: "I still have the deepest affection for the third style, the British style, the Scottish plaid skirt, the golden school badge, and that..."

The person remained silent, bent down to pick up my backpack and slung it over their shoulder, with one hand supporting my shoulder and the other resting on my arm

Suddenly, my arm was grasped by a hand, which with astonishing strength pulled me to my feet, and my body instantly leaned into an embrace.

The person did not speak, but directly walked to the table next to me, took out something, and then walked towards the exit of the classroom

In the pitch-black space, I could only see his vague silhouette, unable to discern his face at all, yet I was certain that...

Suddenly, a loud "boom" echoed outside the window, and in an instant, a fierce wind arose, causing the wooden classroom door to creak "squeak"...

After a while, the thunder finally ceased. I released my hands, only to hear the sound of the classroom door being pushed open

Who is it?! I exclaimed in panic

Since childhood, I have been most afraid of the dark and most afraid of thunder

However, it seems that the ankle is sprained

Please call back quickly

The autumn wind begins to bring a refreshing chill. In the morning, Teacher Feng brought three samples of uniforms for the students to vote on for selection. Ultimately, the uniform style with the highest number of votes will be produced by the school.

I found myself being involuntarily led forward by him

I suddenly raised my head, my eyes having adjusted to the darkness, and saw a tall shadow enter the classroom

With my feet standing in a puddle of rainwater, my hair has become drenched, and my bangs cling damply to my forehead. There is not a glimmer of light around me, and because my eyes are misty, I can see even less of the road ahead.