Chapter 1 How I Envy You

Then remember this. She kept laughing, foolishly, continuously laughing

Chapter. Far. She slowly recited the name that was deeply ingrained in her heart, turning it over in her mouth for the first time, gliding over her soft tongue. Cautiously, it felt somewhat awkward. Yet, she couldn't help but smile, the corners of her mouth blossoming, turning into honey that flowed deep into her heart

Uh?

She came to class to fulfill her unfinished wish. Taking out her notebook and pencil, she raised her eyes. The model in front maintained the same posture as in the last class, lazily resting on the desk with his arms folded under his cheeks. He Luo felt somewhat disappointed; she had already drawn this pose for three classes. She longed to capture his profile, with his short and neat hair, slightly sunken eye sockets, straight nose, and well-defined chin. His features were deeper than those of the average East Asian face, yet softer than those of a Westerner. She longed to capture his profile, with his short and neat hair, slightly sunken eye sockets, straight nose, and well-defined chin. His features were deeper than those of the average East Asian face, yet softer than those of a Westerner

Then why did you come to the mathematics competition class

He Luo smiled without speaking

At five o'clock in the winter evening, the sky in the northern country is thick with crimson clouds. The orange streetlights warm the night above, and large flakes of snow flutter down, dancing in the air. Snowflakes cling to He Luo's eyelashes, melting slightly, and then immediately freezing again in the minus twenty-degree weather, resulting in tiny ice crystals forming before her eyes, making the entire world vibrant and shimmering.

I can do it all. The grade group leader recommended me to come, so I should at least be given some face

It turned out that he was wearing headphones. He Luo couldn't help but let out a laugh, only to suddenly feel embarrassed. She knew very well that all those eyes were on her, yet she felt as nervous as if she were sitting on pins and needles, as if that loud voice had escaped from her own throat, or perhaps, she and he were of the same kind, his accomplice.

Two people are waiting for the bus together

He explained while writing, with just a few words, each one hitting the mark

Oh, I have finished organizing today's exercises. He Luo responded, rustling through the papers, closing the diary, and flipping open two pages of notes to block.

Due to the snowfall, many seats in the classroom were empty. He Luo walked to the corner of the last row by the window and sat down. The heater next to him was so hot it burned his hand; someone had already taken the initiative to place a pair of deep blue woolen gloves on it, carelessly, resembling a pair of open palms. He Luo took off his own gloves and placed them beside him. The light eggplant purple gloves had a circle of white rabbit fur at the wrist, adorned with two small pom-poms. His little finger intentionally or unintentionally rested on the deep blue gloves, making it appear even more delicate and slender. The light eggplant purple gloves had a circle of white rabbit fur at the wrist, adorned with two small pom-poms. His little finger intentionally or unintentionally rested on the deep blue gloves, making it appear even more delicate and slender

The boy beside her glanced at He Luo, then turned back to continue his calculations. When he reached the infinity symbol, he slowed down his writing speed, then deliberately erased it and rewrote it. He Luo saw it clearly this time; it turned out to be a single stroke, a side-lying 8.

Then still eating cookies, not listening to the class seriously. Indeed, foolishness knows no bounds, not even realizing the need to take off first

"During the holidays, you shouldn't work so hard; come and watch some television for a while." Mother brought over a cup of hot fruit juice

What should I write then? He Luo stared blankly at the topic and wrote down a limit as x approaches infinity. How is the infinity symbol written? She drew two lowercase 'o's holding hands. I wonder if the old gentleman has spat blood, but indeed, laughter could be heard from the classmates below.

"Aren't you supposed to be studying literature? You should stop attending the math competition class." Mother peeked in and saw the pages filled with complex characters, "Why not start learning French this holiday instead."

"Class Two's, He Luo." Pretending to tear at her gloves, "Repaying kindness with enmity, I will remember you for a lifetime!"

I did not listen to music, but rather to sleep more soundly

This lesson discusses the principle of limits, which is already part of advanced mathematics at the university level. However, it is said that it may be involved in the national mathematics competition. In the past two weeks, Helo had not paid close attention in class, so she naturally does not understand this lesson. She does not mind; having just entered the first year of high school, university is still an incredibly distant concept for her. Moreover, her parents have always encouraged her to apply to Beijing No. 1 Foreign Language School, which seems unrelated to mathematics

"No comment." A diplomatic phrase well known to all Earthlings. Helo glanced at him, then lowered his head to look at the shadows on the ground, one long and one short, overlapping at an angle.

After class, the two of them reached out together to grab the gloves

Yet he lay sound asleep without moving a muscle. The teacher had assigned several exercises, and the classroom was so quiet that one could only hear the rustling of paper and pens as calculations were made, along with the steady and deep breathing of the boys in the front row

永远原来是太长了

"Hmm, still thinking about it." "That's a lie, weren't you planning it all along?" He Luo bit his lip, "Your math is so good, are you in the sciences?"

Hello, you are also sleeping!

Suddenly, the air behind him ceased to flow. He Luo suspected that there was a marvelous third eye in the back of his head, as if he could already see the sly expression on the boy's face. His heart began to race, but the supply of oxygen in his lungs clearly could not keep up with the accelerated rhythm of his blood circulation, causing He Luo's face to turn bright red.

Oh, I apologize. You must be studying literature, right?" he said, "Our class monitor mentioned you, saying that your English is very good, and I heard that your uncle is a diplomat.

He Luo nodded slightly with a sense of unease

"Only a fool studies literature" was blurted out

I want to see if I am incredibly foolish

At that moment, the boy in front lazily got up, pressed his hand on the edge of the table, and leaned back. The mesh pattern on his light gray sweater instantly magnified in He Luo's eyes. She held her breath, instinctively recoiling, and at the same time, caught a glimpse of the long-awaited profile.

The teacher on stage is a nationally renowned special education expert, hired at great expense by the Municipal Education Commission. The elderly gentleman, who is over sixty years old, is very cultured and did not even furrow his brow. He simply said calmly, "Those two students, please share your thoughts, and let us discuss them together."

First year of high school winter vacation

"I apologize, I am rather impatient," he said, returning the chalk to He Luo's hand, turning his back to the crowd, and winking, "In fact, you think the same way, don't you?"

What do you say my name is

Ah, so you are deliberately speaking so loudly!

He Luo looked at the two pairs of gloves, smiling contentedly, as if his little finger were truly held in that large palm.

The owner of that profile was half-asleep, with a flush on his cheeks, still marked by the pattern of his sweater. He said, "Classmate, please keep your voice down, it's very disruptive to others." Yet his own voice was loud and carried a sharpness typical of a boy in the late stages of voice change, making it strikingly out of place in the quiet classroom. The eyes of the teacher and classmates all turned towards him.

He Luo does not like the mathematics competition class. However, she still came.

Is my voice very loud? You could hear it even with your headphones on

Nonsense! Father He has a background in history. Although he retired from public office two years ago to venture into business, he still feels deeply insulted. Isn't he concerned about the major affairs of the country? The news broadcast is so loud that he can hear it.

Indeed, why have you come? One should use the remaining courage to pursue the defeated enemy, Zhang Yuan asked again

He Luo tightly gripped the chalk, accidentally breaking it in two. Was the heating too strong? Sweat was about to seep from her forehead. She stole a glance at the boy next to her; he was rapidly calculating, with a fine layer of chalk dust clinging to the tips of his hair.

"Prejudice..." she protested softly

"Do you know me?" he asked

If I said it was for you, would you jump up? You jump so high. I still remember, I have always remembered. He Luo spread out his diary and pressed it on top of his class notes.

Isn't there going to be a class division after the winter break

Hanging a painting on the wall. She shrugged self-deprecatingly, recalling a legendary Shaolin skill.

thus escaping a calamity

My name is Zhang Yuan, from Class 6. It is written as 立早章, not as 弓长张. Our class teacher is also your English teacher.

He stood vividly before her just now, handsome and intelligent, and said: "He Luo, I will remember you for a lifetime"

She stole a glance at Zhang Yuan's profile, managing to hold back a silly smile.

Closing my eyes, I see the first time I met him. He runs swiftly, dodges nimbly, leaps high, and leans back. The basketball traces an elegant arc in the air before swishing through the net. After releasing the ball, he quickly returns to defense, confident and assured in his accuracy. A lithe and agile boy, with proportionate and long limbs, and in He Luo's eyes, the most beautiful profile in the world.

She could not solve the problem on the blackboard, so she took out a bag of finger biscuits from her backpack and carefully opened it. What was going on? It seemed that there were two fewer in the first layer. He Luo placed the bag on the desk and felt through the biscuits one by one. ... One, two, three ... After counting several times, there were still twenty-eight! This was too much; they actually shortchanged her! He Luo frowned and decided to switch to a different brand next time.

Sleep to death! He Luo cursed, ensuring that when you wake up, both of your arms will be numb.

"A girl." He curled his lips but still took a piece, crunching on it, "Hmm, it tastes good. No wonder you couldn't help it during class."

He Luo suddenly thought of another person with keen hearing. He said, "As a result, you no longer count, which seriously interferes with my self-hypnosis"

Thank you, He Luo said sincerely

"How to thank?" He raised his eyebrows, his eyes sparkling.

Of course! Zhang Yuan was somewhat pleased with himself, "Only fools study literature"

Of course it is right, it is just that these two words sound particularly pleasant when he says them. He Luo wanted to hear them a few more times

The ears are more sensitive than those of the Princess and the Pea

This is the most beautiful profile I have ever seen. He Luo thought, it would be a pity not to capture it.

Are you also paying attention to me? He Luo lowered her head and chuckled, "Then... why are you helping me?"

"I fear you will hang there, bringing shame to our school of learning and literature." Having already prepared, he swiftly moved aside, and a flying hidden weapon lightly struck his shoulder. Picking it up, it was He Luo's淡紫色手套.

"He is my uncle; he has lived in Greece for twenty years," said Helo. "My parents hope that I will study foreign languages or international relations."

This method is too cumbersome. He took a big step forward, patted He Luo on the shoulder, and signaled her to stand aside. Then he raised the blackboard eraser and swiftly wiped away those two lines of text, thus obliterating the evidence of He Luo's lack of attention in class.

He is a conceited person, I have known that for a long time. After my mother left, He Luo continued to write, "He is self-righteous, always thinking he is clever while others are fools. But he is indeed very smart, and I always feel like a clumsy girl in front of him"

... ...

"Here, it's all for you." A package of finger biscuits was handed over.

You counted twenty-eight three times. When I counted one, you counted one; when I counted twenty-nine, you counted one; when I counted fifty-seven, you were still counting one. He spoke quickly, like a tongue twister, "But when I counted eighty-five, you suddenly stopped counting. This really disrupts my self-hypnosis." He smiled, revealing his white, even teeth, as innocent as a child. At that moment, he was just a child. Like a tongue twister, "But when I counted eighty-five, you suddenly stopped counting. This really disrupts my self-hypnosis." He smiled, revealing his white, even teeth, as innocent as a child. At that moment, he was just a child.

They all look the same. He Luo muttered, her voice so soft that only she could hear it. Perhaps she thought that only she had heard it. The boy turned his head and smiled at her, brushing the chalk dust off his hands. "Teacher, I am done." He succinctly analyzed his thought process. The old gentleman nodded frequently, "Good, please return to your seat."

He Luo, is that not correct? He as in a single person, and Luo as in the Luo of Luoyang

"You study literature, don't you?" he suddenly asked

"Do you know me?" She tilted her head

He Luo felt a tingling sensation on her scalp; she had only written two lines, both of which were nonsensical formulas. Could it be that this would be displayed on the blackboard? She lowered her head, wishing she could embed herself into the blackboard.