The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  Hey, who do you think I have a crush on?

  —An ordinary diary.

  The first time I saw him was after school, in the small shop next to the teaching building of No. 3 Middle School. At that time, after they finished playing basketball, a group of people came to the small shop to buy soda.

  He stands out the most in the crowd, holding a basketball in his arms, with lazy brows and eyes, not easy to mess with.

  The face tilted slightly to the side has excellent lines, the bridge of the nose is straight, and there is a smile at the corner of the mouth, casually seductive.

   Across the crowd, he looked up.

  —Looking at each other!

  If some strange shapes could be used to express people's moods, then she felt that her eyes should be filled with love.

   The small flames that looked at each other crackled, sparking the spark of love.

  He walked towards her.

   He moves past her.

   Pick up the soda behind her.

   Well he wasn't looking at her.

   Just talk about how the scene of love at first sight could happen to her, an ordinary high school student.

   She was depressed.

  The sound of popping soda can be heard in my ears.

  Carbonated drinks, bubbling soda, and frozen mist, the young man's slender and beautiful fingers formed some kind of wonderful chemical reaction.

   It seems that I fell in love with it so much.

  A budding crush.

   There are many times when I want to come forward to talk, but I am troubled by my ordinary and clumsy. I think, if only I could be more beautiful, and I would be more dazzling. Is it possible to be the heroine in a novel.

  But she is just an ordinary little transparent in a mediocre world.

What time does the sun rise, and what time does it set, birds fly across the river and fly to the distance, a fallen leaf falls to the brown soil, the world is bustling, and the habitual cognition of so many things in the world has become so common that it is noticed less than.

  I spent a long time in high school with endless thoughts in my head and endless papers.

  He often appeared in her field of vision, and almost every morning, he would be present at the flag-raising ceremony.

  Frankly read the self-criticism in front of the teachers and students of the whole school.

  Especially another boy who read his speech calmly and calmly, the contrast was very contrasting.

  She covered her face under the stage, and then went to the small shop to buy two candies, and mustered up the courage to give them to him, only to find that the two boys knew each other and didn't take the flag-raising ceremony to heart at all.

  It was from that time that I met another person because of paying attention to him.

   They are not the same.

  He always stands straight, and his school uniform is zipped up to the top, like a pine and cypress in winter. When he passes by, there is a light cedar fragrance on his body, which is very clean and smells good.

He is slightly short-sighted. He only wears glasses when he is studying, and he will take them off after class. He presses his fingertips between his slightly tired brows. When he asks questions, the answers he gets are always polite and patient, and he says in a low voice. Be gentle.

  Just alienation as a barrier, rarely laughing.

"thank you…"

"It doesn't matter."

  He sent her away politely, and slowly wiped her ink-stained fingers with a wet wipe three times, her skin was slightly red, as if nothing had happened.

  When the tails of the eyes droop, there will be a kind of quiet desire under the gentle surface, which is quite morbid and seductive, fragile and fascinating, like a villain in a comic.

  During that time, she was very troubled by being caught in a love triangle with hypocritical propositions. She also struggled with whom she should have a crush on, and even felt that her psychological journey could be written into a novel!

  #The woman behind the two masters of learning!

  The reason why she thinks this way can't be blamed for being too narcissistic. She thinks they are destined to each other, otherwise why would they meet at the end of that night.

  Actually, she planned to confess that day, so let’s call the person she confessed to as classmate J, a boy with a bright smile.