Living with School Hunk for 35 Years

  I'm sitting in a daze, feeling dizzy and disoriented, probably because I didn't get enough sleep last night.

  Suddenly, a girl classmate in front of me, named Sisi, handed me a letter and said: "Jiayao, this is the letter I wrote to you. Take a good look at it, because I want to be friends with you."

  I excitedly accepted XiXi's letter. Up until now, I have received many love letters from boys, but this is the first time I've ever received one from a girl.

  It was then that I took advantage of the fact that class hadn't started yet and opened the letter, reading it from start to finish.

  I was almost moved to tears.

  Then I wrote a small note to Sisi: Sisi, I also wish to be friends with you.

  It seems like this is how I became good friends with Sisi; being friends is actually quite simple.

  When it was time for class, I unknowingly fell asleep on the desk, I was really too tired.

  "Jiā yáo......" I feel like the person sitting next to me is gently pushing me.

  I lazily opened my eyes and said: "What's up?"

  "What's wrong with you? Why are you talking now? It's class time, and it's only Monday. Don't you want to listen to the lesson?" The teacher's voice came from beside me.

  My heart skipped a beat, I immediately sat up straight, picked up the textbook and pretended to study seriously. I didn't dare look directly into the teacher's eyes.

  "Don't pretend to be serious, go stand at the door and get some fresh air. How come I feel like our class teacher is always speaking to me with gritted teeth, as if she wants to swallow me whole?"

  Helpless, I had to stand up. When I was about to leave, the head teacher said again: "Take your textbook and listen carefully outside."

  "Oh." I grabbed my textbook and pen and headed out the door.

  "Stand at the door and listen carefully." The class teacher threw out a sentence, then continued to teach other students with gusto.

  And I, poor me, stood at the door, feeling powerless all over.

  Everyone who passes by here will turn their head to look at me, fortunately this is the first class, only some teachers pass by.

  If it's already the third or fourth period, many classes have physical education, then it's all over.

  Finally, it's time for class to end, but the head teacher is still dragging on and won't let us go. More and more students are slipping out of the classroom.

  They all stared at me as if I were a rare animal. Helplessly, I could only use my textbook to cover my beautiful face.