unknown love

[one]

Wednesday afternoon, physical education class.

I just passed the long-distance running test in physical education class on Monday. The boys are 1000 meters, and the girls are 800 meters.

Unexpectedly, after everyone went to the playground in twos and threes today, they found that the physical education teacher had brought a roster and a stopwatch.

Everyone suddenly had a bad guess.

Sure enough, after the queue was lined up, the physical education teacher announced: "Those who failed the test last time will have to take another test in this class."

The students immediately divided into two groups who were beaming and those who were struck by lightning.

In the group that was struck by lightning, a fat boy cried and shouted: "Teacher, no matter how many times you make me run, I won't be able to pass. Why don't you just register the score of the last test."

The physical education teacher said: "The rules are the rules, and there is no way to change them." He clapped his hands crisply, "Okay, you guys hurry up and go to the warm-up activities, and then go to the track. Don't respond negatively, and don't force yourself. Others People, let's move freely."

The black crowd dispersed in an instant.

On the orange plastic runway, there were only a few dejected boys and girls left.

Song Qingming breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled at his friends around him for the rest of his life.

The friend couldn't hide his excitement and said, "Fortunately, we passed."

Song Qingming was also very grateful: "Yeah, I'm just a little short. It's really just a little bit. I'm about to fail. It scares me to death."

The friend laughed: "I think it's very strange. You are obviously very thin and have long legs. Why are you running so slowly?"

"Oh, don't mention it, I just don't like running."

Song Qingming hooked her friend's arm with a smile, and dragged her to the basketball court without a trace.

The friend followed Song Qingming for a few hundred meters, and didn't react until he heard the sound of basketballs hitting the ground in the basketball court and the sound of basketball shoes rubbing against the plastic floor.

"Oh——" the friend began to wink at Song Qingming, "I forgot, today is Wednesday, and X is also in PE class, right?"

Song Qingming giggled a few times, but did not veto it.

The friend stretched his neck and looked excitedly at the basketball court: "Why didn't I see X?"

Song Qingming quickly held down his friend: "Don't do this, you will be seen!"

The two quickly turned their faces to the side, pretending to be observing the painful-faced classmates who were running long-distance running.

Song Qingming lowered his voice and said, "X is right there, here, the second basketball court on the left."

The friend glanced back quickly, then turned back quickly, and sighed sincerely: "I admire you so much, why do you always find X at the first sight? Obviously everyone is wearing the same school uniform."

Song Qingming hummed softly, and said proudly, "X is different!"

When she said the letter "X", she also used an accent.

E-K-S--

It sounds weird.

Song Qingming's English is not bad, she pronounced it that way on purpose.

E-K-S--

The unknown X is a unique existence.

[two]

Let me give you a little hint.

X = one person

Oh, you said you already knew X was a person?

Sorry, so let me give you some more hints.

X = A pair of dark pupils

X = a clean round neck T-shirt in the blue and white school uniform

X = Fair skin that can't be tanned

X = neat short hair

X = plain black mid-top sneakers

X = tall, secure body

X = A well-known figure on campus who is often gossiped by juniors and even teachers

X= Passing by inadvertently, you can no longer look away.

X ≈ a slender fingertip, wet by the transparent water droplets on the steaming beverage can.

X≈A bicycle speeding by under the clear sky, the body is pitch black, the tires are as thin as a piece of paper, there is no rear seat, no front beam, no basket, and it is a pity that it cannot carry people.

X ≈ A bus seat by the window in the rain, or if there is no seat, it is the vertical rail near the door.

X≈The scent of softener you smell over your shoulders when you meet in the hallway or on the playground. X's clothes must not be washed by himself, and the soft and sweet floral fragrance does not match X's temperament.

Q: X=?

[three]

Only Song Qingming and her friends know what X is.

E-K-S--

that name.

That name hidden in the tip of my heart, clean and exuding a faint floral fragrance.

Only Song Qingming knew how good X was.

If X can be happy every day,

If X can smile,

There is nothing better in the world.

[Four]

Song Qingming and her friends pretended to be taking a walk.

They walked along the plastic track, slowly came to the second basketball court on the left, and then stopped pretending to chat.

Friends lean on the side rail with arms folded.

In fact, she wanted to sit directly on the railings, but these railings were rusty and old. If she really sat on them, the physical education teacher would definitely tell her.

Song Qingming didn't want to stand.

She put her school uniform jacket on the ground, and then sat down with her back against the railing.

Song Qingming had made a plan a long time ago. Today she and X will have physical education class at the same time, so she specially wore her favorite white sweater today.

There are two thin ribbons on the neckline of this sweater, which can be tied into a bow, and two round beads hang from the end of the ribbons, which is what Song Qingming likes.

Song Qingming hugged her knees and straightened her back, showing a cute appearance.

In fact, this position is not very comfortable.

The most comfortable position is to spread her legs and slump to the ground, but that would be too ugly, Song Qingming absolutely, never let X see her ugliness, even if she died.

The golden sunshine is very warm, and the grass on the football field exudes a faint fragrance.

A gust of wind blew by suddenly, like a sudden crush.

Song Qingming's hair was messed up by the wind.

She was frantically arranging her bangs, and suddenly thought that maybe it would be better to tie her hair again, so she simply tore off the ponytail and combed her hair seriously.

Song Qingming washed her hair yesterday, of course, as if she was about to put on her favorite clothes.

Not only did she wash her hair, but she also painstakingly applied a hair mask.

When she just finished painting, she still felt that her hair was much smoother, but now, the ponytail in Song Qingming's palm became like a straw again.

Alas, Song Qingming sighed, flicked the ponytail she just tied, and continued to look at the basketball court.

The stadium was already hot at this time.

There are many boys running with a basketball in the field. Song Qingming is not very clear about the rules of the basketball game, but she thinks that there seem to be too many people on the field. Moreover, those boys don't seem to be divided into two teams, but Working together to deal with a boy.

The boy was wearing a blue and white school uniform, but he was tall and slender, and even in a bulky school uniform, he could still look handsome and unique.

He was wearing a clean round-neck T-shirt under his school uniform jacket, and he was wearing a pair of pure black mid-top sneakers.

His hands are so big that he can hold a basketball firmly with one hand.

At this time, he was dribbling the ball while rushing to the basket quickly.

Everyone on the field was guarding him, but they were just being played by him.

That boy broke through the weak line of defense like a leopard.

All of a sudden, he grabbed the basketball with his right hand, supported the ball with his left hand, made a crisp fixed point under his feet, bent his knees and flicked up——

The basketball cut through the air quickly and fell into the basket with a perfect arc.

This is a hollow ball.

The basketball landed crisply and bounced sharply, and the old wires of the net did not budge.

The boy smiled heartily, picked up the hem of his T-shirt and wiped the sweat off his nose.

Another gust of wind blew, and his neat short hair fluttered in the wind, revealing a fair forehead that could never be tanned.

"Xiao Sihao scored again—"

The boys and girls onlookers were all applauding for him, even the group of people who had just teamed up to defend him all gathered around and hugged Xiao Sihao's shoulders affectionately.

Song Qingming smiled foolishly.

She stared fixedly at the court, unable to move her eyes away.

like you.

really like you.

I dare not tell you.

I really want to tell you.

Be sure to tell you.

[Fives]

X = A secret love that fills the atrium and is about to overflow.

[six]

A new round of competition has begun on the field.

Xiao Sihao's expression became serious, he lowered his body, and carefully calculated the best attack route.

The onlookers seemed to get nervous.

At this time, a friend beside him suddenly patted his thigh and said in surprise: "Oops, isn't the next class a math class?"

Song Qingming replied without turning her head: "Not only the next class, but also the next class."

The friend was extremely desperate: "Old man Li never has a break between classes, he always takes two classes consecutively, and he still looks like it's a matter of course, really!"

Song Qingming stared at the court closely, and said "hmm" casually.

The friend said: "I have to go to the canteen to buy a bottle of drink while there are fewer people. What do you want to drink?"

Song Qingming didn't even think about it, and said, "No need."

The friend said with disgust: "You didn't think about it at all! Well, I'm leaving."

She patted the rust on the railing on her lower back, and ran away in a hurry.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Song Qingming came back to his senses, only to realize that the students in the long-distance running test had already finished running. At this time, all the students in their class were gathered in the sand on the horizontal and parallel bars.

Song Qingming was the only sophomore on the basketball court occupied by high school seniors.

Song Qingming touched his nose, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.

Will she look too out of place?

Will it be noticed by X?

Wouldn't it be better if X noticed it?

No, now is not the time.

So when is the time?

Anyway, it's not right now!

Song Qingming quickly took out his phone and pretended to turn on the screen.

Her wallpaper has a pure white background, filled with slogans in bold and bold letters such as "recite vocabulary", "do test papers", "recite ancient Chinese", "don't play with mobile phones".

She clicked on an app at random, swiped her fingers, and it was all boring news.

Close the app, and see that stupid wallpaper with no prodding effect, and open another app, but the page is very familiar—ah, isn’t this the one you just opened?

Song Qingming stared at the phone and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Not right.

Something is really wrong.

The opportunity to take physical education class with senior high school students is only once a week. Shouldn't she take this opportunity to take a good look at X?

By the way, now is not the time to play with mobile phones!

Song Qingming quickly raised his head.

—but she didn't see the basketball court.

The hem of the blue and white school uniform occupied all her eyes.

A faint floral scent of softener wafts through the air.

Song Qingming looked up blankly, and a girl was looking at her with a half-smile.

Black hair, black eyes, white skin, identical facial features...

Song Qingming was stunned.

She knows this girl.

This girl is called Xiao Sijia.

She is Xiao Sihao's twin sister.