Chapter 7 Deep Breathing

Zhang Yuan finally walked back with a smile on his face, glancing down and saying, "Still discussing the topic? You are really impressive!" He clasped his fists and added with a smile, "I admire you."

This question, let me see... He Luo took the exercise book, leaning against the door, while the boy stood beside her, asking questions incessantly. She responded intermittently.

If that is the case, according to the legends of romance and comics, a cool and handsome man should only show tender affection to his beloved, while responding coldly to other admirers, right? However, Zhang Yuan nods each time and accepts the red tea from that girl, and later even smiles in response, standing under the basketball hoop to chat with her for a few moments

I see you are enjoying the conversation, so I won't disturb you. Moreover, someone brought you a cola; if you don't accept it, isn't that a bit disrespectful? After all, she is just a first-year high school girl

Tian Xin looked at her in admiration and said, "Sister, you should study psychology in the future"

They lowered their voices and whispered for a long time. "Then it's settled!" Her voice was sweet but not cloying, "Make sure to give it your all in the competition later!"

He Luo thought to quickly send him away so that he could go to the playground to watch Zhang Yuan and the others play the finals. Suddenly, he caught sight of Zheng Qingyin bouncing over, peeking her head in at the door, and smilingly asked, "Is Zhang Yuan here?"

I am his plain water, and he is my hot coffee

Walking on the way home, suddenly a light snow began to fall, fine white ice particles. The ice shards clung to He Luo's eyelashes, and with each blink, her upper and lower eyelids seemed to stick together, the tearing was painful, so painful that it made her want to cry. Standing in front of the bus stop, she pulled up her sportswear to shield her head, and then remembered that his was being worn by another girl, trivial matters sprouted from the depths of her heart, incredibly clear.

Vacuum, silent, unable to breathe

He Luo suddenly felt that winter was already so close, and the sound of his upper and lower teeth clattering could be heard.

Zhang Yuan often plays basketball after school, but fearing hunger, he carries a piece of chocolate with him. Zheng Qingyin saw this, shouted that she wanted to eat it, snatched it from his hand, and took a big bite.

Take a deep breath, holding back the tears, memories of you surge to the depths of my heart.

"Men need to be admired," Tian Xin said decisively

In the midst of the twist, He Luo seemed to see Zhang Yuan in the rear side, seemingly lost in thought. She understood that she was like a Marxist flashlight, easily illuminating others but unable to find herself. After speaking at length to Tian Xin, how she wished that Zhang Yuan would continuously pay attention to her.

She mustered her spirits to practice listening, but after just a few minutes, she felt drowsy and wanted to sleep

"Look at you, you seem quite experienced," Tian Xin teased

How amusing! I thought it was a Japanese manga or a Taiwanese romance novel. Tian Xin urged, "What happens next, what happens next?"

Absolutely no problem! Zhang Yuan also smiled, raising his right hand with the index and middle fingers positioned at his brow, and gracefully performed a salute

Lesson Nine

"Black tea or green tea?" I replied casually, then immediately added, "No need to trouble yourself, we have prepared some lightly salted water." Turning around, I found no sign of He Luo with the kettle, and upon returning to the classroom, I couldn't help but complain, "Are you trying to make me die of thirst?"

Your father was a professor in the History Department back in the day, a skinny dead camel is still bigger than a horse

The boys' basketball match for the first year of high school was held subsequently, and Zheng Qingyin came to invite Zhang Yuan to guide her class team. She often waited at the classroom door after school, greeting every student who came out. Zhao Chengjie looked her up and down and asked, "You come to our class every day, do you like your Coach Zhang?"

Where is the picture

"Then what do you like to drink?" he asked persistently

Li Yunwei let out a hum and ceased to respond

He Luo pressed her lips tightly together, realizing that her feeling was called jealousy

Indeed, indeed. A group of people cheered, "A hero saving a beauty!"

Later, that girl appeared a few more times by the training field, handing over iced tea and then running away, turning back with a smile, sweet and charming

He Luo lay on the bed listening to Fan Xiaoxuan's songs. What he once considered to be trivial pop music now resonates with him, as each song describes a feeling.

In the end, He Luo always felt that his father was speaking in double meanings. However, it truly cannot continue like this; I love you, you do not love me, and I am left in silent tears, my heart ashen. Such is the plight of the lovesick characters in novels, who would abandon everything for love.

Deeply locked within the heart

He Luo understood that this was a form of self-comfort. Zheng Qingyin was not being coy; her innocent charm was entirely natural. Perhaps it was because she was the cherished jewel of her parents. He Luo had seen her go to school in a black Mercedes, with a respectful driver.

In just a few days, the preliminary round of the English competition will take place. He Luo has been listless, but fortunately, he has a solid foundation and manages to scrape through, qualifying for the finals.

In the semifinals two days ago, He Luo stood on the sidelines cheering with her classmates. The opponent lost badly, and a reckless player sent a foul ball flying towards the audience. Zhang Yuan quickly ran up and stood in front of He Luo. She only felt a swift gust of wind pass by, instantly sucking the air out from in front of her.

Zhang Yuan walked out with a blank expression, sidestepping between the two, and said, "Could you please not block the way while chatting?"

Moreover, at present, my feelings can be described as fondness; the word "love" feels too heavy. He Luo thought, I will not be disheartened and despondent because of emotions, not now, nor in the future

She couldn't help but smile; this Zhang Yuan was a completely different person from the one on the court. In the men's basketball game, he appeared serious and composed, with a steadfast determination to win hidden beneath his calm exterior. When he dribbled and broke through, a sharp light flashed in his black pupils, cunning like a fox; when he leaped high, he gracefully adjusted his posture in mid-air, soaring elegantly like an eagle

Do not let tears overflow

At that time, Tian Xin happened to be infatuated with a rebound king from the neighboring class, always feeling that he was intentionally or unintentionally glancing at her during the physical exercises. He Luo, while doing the exercises, observed carefully and said, "I think your infatuation is causing your eyes to deceive you; he clearly isn't wearing glasses, and his gaze is unfocused and wandering. When you like someone, your subconscious naturally hopes that every glance from him is filled with affection, and every greeting carries deeper meaning. A crush, in fact, is an emotional exchange between you and your own fantasies." When you like someone, your subconscious naturally hopes that every glance from him is filled with affection, and every greeting carries deeper meaning. A crush, in fact, is an emotional exchange between you and your own fantasies.

Coach Zhang, the peach blossoms have bloomed, the peach blossoms have bloomed

I also found it amusing, and it gave me goosebumps, so I didn't continue watching. Li Yunwei shrugged and said, "I just saw that the letterhead was very fancy"

Little girl, I really want to slap her a couple of times!" Tian Xin gritted her teeth, "It sounds like Zhang Yuan belongs to her. He Luo, are you really not angry?

What about the main question? Please give me some hints

After the match, the girl rushed over with a bottle of cola and handed it to Zhang Yuan, saying, "Thank you for earlier, it's on me!"

Tian Xin pushed Li Yunwei: "Seeing your deskmate smile, one can't help but want to show all eight of their molars. There is even a first-year high school student who says he looks like Rukawa Kaede."

Zhang Yuan's long arm swiftly reached out, merely grazing the ball with his fingertips, as if a magnet were drawing it in to embrace it. However, his right foot was on the white line, resulting in an out-of-bounds.

Li Yunwei said that she is both fake and pretentious

"His appearance resembles that of Liuchuan, and his smile is very much like that of Yingmu." Li Yunwei chuckled lightly, "But those silly kids cannot see him when he is being foolish; on the court, Zhang Yuan is much more serious." She hesitated for a moment and then said, "Let me tell you one more thing, but you must keep it a secret. That day, my deskmate received a letter, and I accidentally caught a glimpse of the beginning, which addressed him as 'Senior Zhang Yuan'."

At the beginning of November, the weather was gloomy, and the temperature difference between day and night increased sharply. By five o'clock in the evening, the sky had already darkened. He Luo passed by the playground and saw Zhang Yuan with a group of first-year students. He was unsure of what was said, and Zheng Qingyin pretended to be angry, throwing a ball at him, one, two... He laughed heartily, sidestepping gently. The evening breeze was already quite chilly, carrying a sharp scent, yet Zhang Yuan wore only a gray sweater. His blue and white sports jacket was worn by Zheng Qingyin, so large that it almost reached her knees, with the sleeves rolled up several times to reveal her palms.

The boy is here sweating, embodying the most vivid youth, as if all difficulties can be easily resolved. What He Luo admires the most is this confidence

A group of boys laughed and shouted, "Winter has arrived, and spring is not far away, haha"

She was very frustrated and complained to her father, saying: "I did not prepare well this time. Teacher Lin said my abilities could earn a special prize, and I do not want to lose"

She understands that such a figure as Zhang Yuan attracts not only her own gaze

Every time class ends, some students pick up long-stemmed leaves, and two of them tug at each other, competing to see whose is sturdier. The children here refer to this as "ganggangzi." Zhang Yuan brandished a leaf stem, laughing, "I've won thirty-three in a row!" He then jumped onto the cement platform by the flower bed, saying, "Anyone who disagrees, come and compete!"

He Luo Bai glanced at him and thought to himself, the feeling is mutual

As he turned the corner, Helo looked back at Zhang Yuan from a distance. He was still gesticulating animatedly, like a child. The sunlight warmly enveloped him, casting a fluffy layer of golden hue over him

He Luo thought about the best compliments he had received regarding his appearance, which were dignified and graceful. It felt somewhat reminiscent of the descriptions of women representatives from the Soviet areas in the 1930s and 1940s

You are my dearest

She took out her diary and a stack of "The Tale of the Twin Stars," and then placed them back into the box on the balcony

The autumn in the north arrives swiftly. By the end of October, the sky is high and clear, as if washed clean. The weather has turned cool, and the climbing ivy along the gray-blue school walls is tinged with a drunken crimson, covered in a layer of white frost in the early morning. The poplars and birches begin to turn yellow; when the wind blows, the fallen leaves dance gracefully, swirling up like a sky full of butterflies

Perhaps He Luo really does not like Zhang Yuan, treating him merely as a good friend? Tian Xin was half-convinced.

Recently, "Slam Dunk" has been airing, and it is not surprising that a little girl finds a relatable character in her daily life. He Luo said, "Teacher Lin also spoke to me about the competition; I will visit the English research group."

How can this guy, He Luo, have no sense of crisis at all!" Li Yunwei stamped her foot, "A man chasing a woman is like a mountain in between, while a woman chasing a man is like a layer of gauze! Now someone is even holding a awl under her window, and she still acts as if nothing is happening. I even sold out my deskmate's personal privacy for her.

Rain is not afraid of the wind blowing

Indeed! Zheng Qingyin nodded briskly, "He plays basketball well and is patient; we all like him."

Zhang Yuan pouted and asked, "Where is the pot?"

Do not be overly concerned about the outcome. Even if you truly lose the final, it does not matter as long as you have done your best. " He Ba patted his daughter's head, "The greatest fear is losing to oneself. He Luo, was this preliminary round truly your full strength? You should have control over your own direction. If you allow others to dictate your joys and sorrows, it becomes all too easy to be disappointed and hurt.

In the future, do not only sing revolutionary songs; sing a couple of love songs and you will understand. Good friends and romantic interests are completely, completely different!

Her name is Zheng Qingyin. She walks lightly as if dancing, her voice is crisp, and when surprised, she covers her mouth, her jet-black eyes wide open, "Really? Is that so? I can hardly believe it."

The most beautiful thing is not waking from a dream

Heartbreak in the bustling streets

Zhang Yuan wouldn't really like that first-year student, would he? It seems he is quite willing to offer suggestions for their class as well. Bai Lian sighed as she watched He Luo's back.

This match was exceedingly dull. Zheng Qingyin stood on the sidelines, tugging at the person next to her, saying: "That number 9 is playing very well, right? I know him, he is Zhang Yuan from the second year of high school, class six!"

The little princess born with a silver spoon is exquisite and resplendent

He Luo's peripheral vision caught up, seeing him and Zheng Qingyin standing by the window in the corridor. After just a couple of sentences, the girl let out a clear and cheerful laugh. Unable to hear clearly what they were saying next, He Luo strained to listen, his gaze mechanically sweeping over the book in his hands

Heartbroken, in the bustling street, you did not notice my sorrow

Many students are reluctant to complete their assignments for secondary subjects, and when it comes time for inspection, they scurry around to other classes to gather work. During the lunch break, a boy from her class came to ask He Luo to lend him her history assignment. She glanced at it and said, "We don't have the same teacher, and we didn't assign the second fill-in-the-blank question or the third major question."

"So handsome, did you see! Number 9 is really handsome!" A girl next to her exclaimed, shaking her companion's arm, "Phew, he ran over in an instant, otherwise that ball would have hit me!"

Two people exchanged a glance and looked at He Luo together

He Luo said he needs to prepare for the National English Competition in November, so he rushes home every day after school and does not play basketball or go shopping with his friends

Take a deep breath

"Why get angry? Zhang Yuan is neither hers nor mine." He Luo smiled innocently, "This match is a sure win, there is no suspense. I will go back to do some exercises."

She remembers that sweater, a gray turtleneck, the pattern once imprinted on the boy's face, as he smiled and picked up her glove, saying: "You repay kindness with enmity, I will remember you for a lifetime." Joking words are just jokes, only she foolishly writes them in her diary and chews on them repeatedly. It turns out that spring has gone and autumn has come.

The entire world is in tears

"You're welcome." Zhang Yuan handed the cola back, "There's no need for that; drinking carbonated beverages after exercise can cause bloating."

by Fan Xiaoxuan

You did not notice my sorrow

I really did not see it

However, for He Luo, a few minutes felt as long as several hours. She absentmindedly recited the key points of that major question, repeatedly miscalling the German Silesian textile workers' uprising as the Siberian uprising. The boy was utterly confused and asked, "Did you really pass your geography exam?"

A night of heartbreak under the rain

Heartbroken, on a rainy night, the entire world is in tears