On the first day of my senior year, I arrived at school earlier than usual. I barely slept yesterday because of the start of the new semester, and from today onwards, I will have an endless study life, and my head hurts when I think about it.
I think I arrived too early. When I stepped into the classroom, I saw a boy sleeping on the table at the back. When I saw his light brown hair, I instinctively walked out of the classroom. None of my classmates in the original class had this special hair color when they were promoted to the third year of high school. Private high schools absolutely do not allow hair dyeing. I think I walked into the wrong classroom.
But the class sign outside the classroom said “Grade 3, Class 5”. That’s right! It was my class. But why was there a strange student in the classroom? I hesitated for a moment, maybe he had walked into the wrong classroom. So I walked into the classroom again and went to the seat of the strange student. He happened to be sleeping next to my seat. I wanted to wake him up to ask if he had walked into the wrong place, but when I looked closely, I found that there was a scar about five centimeters long on his right cheek near his temple. Then I looked at his light brown hair and thought, I’d better not call him, he looks like… “Maybe he’s a little bully.” I sat down on tiptoe and took out the Air English. Although I’m not smart, the academic pressure in high school is really not small. I also want to squeeze into college as much as possible, even if it’s a private school, so I can only work harder than others.
I heard a faint snoring sound beside my ear, and I unconsciously looked to the strange classmate on my left, and my eyes naturally stayed on his scar. His skin color is quite dark, and the color of the scar is lighter, between the skin color and the hair color. His arms are dark and a little shiny, probably because he is often exposed to the sun. The uniform looks new, because there are fresh folds in some places. His legs look quite long, probably about the same height as me, but he should be stronger than me, because I am thin, and his thighs make the pants tight.
Unconsciously, I looked at him from head to toe. When I saw his scar again, he moved and turned his face over, and his eyes met mine. I was startled. His eyes were sharp and bright, but only for a moment, and he closed his eyes and continued to sleep.
Classmates arrived at school one after another. After looking at him, each of them looked at me questioningly. I just shrugged to indicate that I didn’t know who he was.
Later I learned that he was a new student who had transferred to the school this semester. His name was Ji Ping. He was a very outgoing person with a cheerful personality and was good at making friends. It didn’t take long for him to get along well with the whole class. Everyone called him “A Ping”. Although I sat next to him, I didn’t get to know him very well. Firstly, I was an introvert by nature, and secondly, I always remembered his scar and the sharp eyes when we first met.
Ah Ping is the kind of person who only grows physically but not mentally. We sat in the last row, but he was still 7 or 8 centimeters taller than me. He was very good at sports. He scored 40 points in the inter-class basketball game, making our class the champion. However, his test scores were almost never above 30 points in each subject. He was a typical person with strong limbs but simple brains.
Actually, I don’t like people like Ah Ping. He is careless and careless, and he smells like cigarettes. Once when I was going home from school, I saw him walking out of the school gate, smoking a cigarette in his hand, and there were a few students who were also smoking around him. Those people were famous for fighting. Sure enough, not long after, I saw him fighting with a group of people on the river bank on his way home. Although no knives were used, the scene was still very scary. He had a good figure and his movements were neat. The other party was no match at all and was beaten all over.
Although he was injured, when I wanted to leave quickly, I saw him waving at me from afar. The setting sun shone on him, and his smile was actually a little dazzling.
The next day, Ah Ping came to class as usual, with bruises all over his face, as if nothing had happened. What was even more strange was that the school did not ask about his fight. Later I heard that he was a difficult guy in school before, and the school probably didn’t want to cause trouble, so they chose to turn a blind eye.
Although he has a bad reputation, I know there are still many girls who like him and often send him love letters. I really don’t understand what these girls are thinking.
I always try to keep my distance from Ah Ping, but he always makes trouble for me. Whenever we have group activities, he always sticks to me. Even if he does nothing but tell meaningless jokes, I have to finish it by myself. Sports activities bother me even more. My motor nerves are not good, so I am often hit by his ball. In the end, I have to record the data on the side. Despite this, Ah Ping still often pulls me to the playground, even if it is just to let me watch him play.
I don’t like his inconsiderateness. At first, he took everything from me without bringing anything. Later, he even took my textbooks. Sometimes after physical education class, he would drink my water without hesitation and lean on the back of my chair to catch his breath. During a basketball game, he threw the towel he used to wipe his sweat on my face and shouted “Thank you”. Although I was very angry, I found that I didn’t know why my eyes always followed him.
I was always impressed by the way he raised his hands and cheered every time he scored a goal.
The night before the midterm exam, I was struggling with calculus when I vaguely heard the doorbell ring. Then, I clearly heard Ah Ping’s voice in the living room: “Hello, Auntie, I’m Xiaozhi’s classmate. We have an exam tomorrow. We agreed to study together. Sorry to bother you!”
When did I make an appointment with him to study together!
My mother brought him into the room and brought him a drink. I said to him, “Why did you come here? When did I ask you out?”
Ah Ping smiled and said, “I have an exam tomorrow and I don’t know how to do it, so of course I have to ask you to teach me! It doesn’t matter if we have an appointment or not, since I’m free if you are.”
I was angry and said, “Why are you always like this? I have to study too!” But he didn’t take it seriously at all: “You study, I’ll watch from the side and won’t disturb you.”
I couldn’t do anything about him, and I was too embarrassed to chase him away, so I had to continue reading. He actually sat quietly beside me, not saying a word, as if waiting for me to finish.
Around ten o’clock, after I had studied for an hour and a half, I closed the textbook and wanted to take a break. Ah Ping smiled and said, “You look so pretty when you study.”
My heart skipped a beat and I turned around: “No way.”
He added, “Are you tired from studying? Let me give you a massage.”
Ah Ping stood behind me, put his hands on my shoulders and started to massage me. I wanted to refuse, but he massaged me very vigorously and comfortably, so I said nothing. His hands moved gently, slowly approaching me, and I leaned against his chest, my heartbeat quickened, and I could feel his body temperature, and I couldn’t calm down for a while.
I finally sat up and said, “Okay, thank you, I can help you review.” But Ping said, “No, I want to sleep.” Then he lay on my bed and said to me, “You still have to study, finish it early and rest early, I’m going to sleep first, good night.”
He always makes his own decisions, and I didn’t agree to let him stay overnight. His body temperature and the touch of his fingers are still on my body, and my mind is in a mess, and I can’t concentrate on reading.
I looked at him sleeping. He was sleeping soundly, without a blanket, and his whole body was spread out. I walked over and looked at his face, and I found that he was really charming. His chest was broad, rising and falling regularly with his breathing, and the lines of muscles could be vaguely seen under his white underwear. I lay down gently, looking at him, feeling the warmth and sunshine on his body…
