MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 877 Guan Yuenan's episode: There was a heavy rain that year

  Chapter 877 Guan Yuenan's Extra Story: There was a heavy rain that year

  In the summer of 2018, everything was as it was at the beginning, the sun was hot, the cicadas were singing hoarsely, and there was him outside the teaching building.

  All the stories began with a school uniform jacket, the dignity he put on her when she was in the most embarrassing car accident.

  Or the disheveled photo was spread into the school, and rumors spread, looking at her maliciously, and privately talking about them endlessly.

  He blocked the boys who spread the rumors in the toilet, beat them hard, and received punishment.

   Or.

   "Pei Xuyan, Pei Xuyan?" She stood on the podium and handed out the math test papers. The top one had a full score of 150, and the handwriting was sharp and scribbled.

  The front door of the classroom was opened. The boy passed by the podium, pulled the paper sleepily, with slender finger bones, and the hood of the black hoodie was buttoned on his head, and he walked casually to the last row.

  Guan Yuenan remembered that in the summer of 2018, there was a particularly heavy rainstorm, so heavy that she couldn't remember what he looked like.

   I only remember that the boy ran to the eaves outside the convenience store to hide from the rain.

  The school uniform was wet, and it was worn loosely on the body, supporting a thin and straight frame, only a few steps away from her, talking and laughing lazily with friends.

  She talked to him, and the strangeness and alienation in his eyes hurt her eyes, and then she understood.

   Everything he does is out of education, no matter who that person is.

  She had stood there countless times looking at his back, turning her youth into him.

  After thinking about it, I realized that it has been so many years?

  It's been so long that his laughter is blurred in her memory, and it's been so long that she can't remember what happened in 18 years.

   She thought she had forgotten.

  But when I heard his name later, my footsteps would still stop, and my eyes would start to sore.

   Only then did they realize with incomparable clarity that they could never go back to the past.

  In that year, there seemed to be endless test papers, endless words, desks and chairs that could never be placed correctly, and endless taste of pen and ink.

   There are people who dare not love.

   Someone confessed to him, he said he didn't fall in love in high school.

  So Guan Yuenan asked.

   "Pei Xuyan, which university are you going to go to?"

   "Binda bar."

   "What a coincidence, I also want to enter Binda University."

   There was still the second half of the sentence, Guan Yuenan repeated it a thousand times in her mouth, but she didn't dare to say it.

  If, I mean, if we are admitted to the same university and meet each other on the playground every day, can you give me a second look.

   Secret love probably means that when she hears his name, she will look up before him.

  The first time I enter the classroom, I always look at his seat subconsciously. Every time I hand out test papers, I will be secretly happy to see his papers.

  The acting straw paper is full of thoughts about him, the score of the college entrance examination has changed to Binda University, and the first time the test results are sent, I look for him, and then look for her name.

   Do everything possible to create a chance encounter, try desperately to get his idea, say a word, and have fun all day long.

   Later, on the day of high school graduation, the teacher took a group photo of Class Two of Senior Three.

  It was very hot at that time, and every girl passed lipstick to each other, excitedly making a promise for the future.

  Guan Yuenan hesitated for a long time before mustering up the courage to walk up to him and ask softly.

   "Can I take a photo with you?"

  At that time, the boy turned his head to look at her, standing in the light, with a youthful air all over his body, froze for a moment, smiled and said, "Okay."

  He was wearing a school uniform, casually leaning into her lens, in full bloom.

   "Click."

  A graduation photo, three years of youth.

  He must not know how violent her heart was beating at that time, his breath was filled with his breath, and the faint smell of washing powder wafted around the nose, revealing the unique warmth of a teenager.

   That was the closest they were to each other in three years.

  Pei Xuyan plays with boys on weekdays, and has been on the honor roll for three years in high school, flamboyant and outstanding.

  So popular, out of reach, the table is always full of snacks from girls and endless pink love letters.

  He is proud but not conceited. Usually, he never deliberately shies away from getting along with girls. His social interaction is always within a normal and clean range, and he has never had any ambiguity with any girls in private.

  He is the dream of all the girls in No. 3 Middle School.

  Maybe everyone has such a person in their youth.

   On the day of graduation, many people asked him to take a photo with him. Those who knew him and those he didn’t know will go their separate ways after leaving high school, and maybe they won’t be able to see each other again.

  He usually refuses, but that day he politely and patiently took photos with everyone.

  This grand youth.

  Pei Xuyan, who is so good, enthusiastic, and outstanding, why not her Pei Xuyan?

  Guan Yuenan choked up in thought countless times.

  If possible, she would like to forget the summer of 2018, as if in this way, she would not know the people who came later, and so many stories would not happen.

  She said how they got separated.

All right.

   It turned out that the wind was blowing.

  (end of this chapter)