Chapter 1 Breaking the Web

"I'm not a very modest person, just because I occasionally look at everything; I'm not a liar, just because I often can't help it; I'm not a person with connotation, just because I often spit; I'm not a very rigid person, just because I can sometimes say witty words. Lian Zhu; I'm not a very happy person, just because I'm not by your side..."

This is a piece of nonsense that I wrote on a whim, and it is also an occasional impulse to send it to the magazine of Friends, and the good luck will be published first. Therefore, I began to quietly wait like a spider, waiting for the prey to crash into the trap of this relationship - however, I would never dream of such a third-rate A lie would make me meet her - the angel in my life...

My name is Breaking Wave.

A sophomore in high school, 18 years old, studying in Zhoupu Middle School.

In school, I am the so-called poor student in the teacher's mouth - it's not because of my poor academic performance, but mainly because of my poor health, poor manners to teachers, poor learning attitude, and poor saliva quality...

Well, in fact, I'm really wronged. I feel like I'm passing by a beautiful woman. I think as long as it's a man, I can understand it.

And I'm just a bit more persistent and half of courage than others - dare to talk to beautiful girls I don't know, and dare to write disgusting love letters - this is just a natural reaction to the opposite sex. Why do others think that my mental health is poor?

I am unconvinced about this.

The head teacher of our class is black and ugly. In addition, he is not old and sad, his forehead is blocked, his mouth is big and his nose is flat. He is a chimpanzee in a suit, glasses and a tie. In addition, his surname is Zhou, which happens to be the same as Zhou Xingchi, the king of comedy, so I call him "the gorilla" - but this is just a kind of my expression of friendship. That's all. The head teacher also nodded and smiled. Why did I have to be criticized and write a self-criticism when I understood that this "xing" is not the "star"?

I feel deeply puzzled about this.

I'm seriously partial to the subject. No one in the class is better at Chinese than me, and no one is worse at English than me. In the English class of "The orange", I either sleep or write love letters - this is just a habit of nature. How can it be related to the learning attitude?

I am convinced but not convinced by this.

Is it that the quality of my saliva is poor?

Hmm, that's simply a big fallacy in the world!

I think about the girl's honey belly sword - er, no, no, it should be as sweet as honey, the so-called sweet words are endless, and the flowery words are endless - so, how can the quality of my saliva not be enough?

In this regard, I am not only unconvinced, but also unconvinced!

Five of our prey have appeared - two of which were written by BOY, so I rudely asked them to install a home in the dustbin.

In the other three letters, I thought her words were too ugly and other words were frequent, so I said it politely; in one I saw that her font was not bad, and her glyphs were beautiful, but her writing was mediocre, so I mixed it with clever words; the other was very interesting - "I'm not a person who likes modesty, just because I often get proud. Arrogant; I'm not a person who likes honesty, just because honesty is almost dull; I'm not a person who likes deep, just because I'm lively and cute; I'm not a person who likes cool, just because cool is too far away from reality and eye-catching; I'm not a person who likes to be dull. People, just because they are boring and easy to be bored; I'm not a very beautiful person, just because you haven't seen my beauty..."

A girl with personality - this is the first impression she gave me, and I decided to reply to her - not a girl, nor a mix, but a hand-up.

So, my most annoying English class became the time and place for me to communicate with her.

So, I lost ten yuan in my pocket, but I had more writing paper, envelopes and stamps in my schoolbag.

Another English class.

The orangutan walked into the classroom step by step, and then showed his disgusting smile.

Cleared his throat: "Goodmorningeverybody, classbegin."

I've been tired of watching this old drama of orangutans teaching English, so even the "standard" English that the orangutan lacks front teeth and goes out of tune, or his long, exposed black hair outside his nose, and the ultra-thick ashtray-like lenses, can no longer cause my stomach to turn over the stomach or the corners of my stomach cramps.

It's just that someone had a "cool" hiccup at this time, but it made me have a little stomachache.

After fully understanding Mao Zedong's "On the Protracted War", I set up a guerrilla battlefield in the English class. Although there was no sword or shadow, the atmosphere was tense; and I never expected that there would be unexpected gains - because I was "serious" in class, I was praised.

"The face is given by parents, the figure is made by God, and the beauty is never on the surface.

Gold can only be true and false when it melts. Butterflies can only be beautiful when they get out of their cocoons. Beauty is never on the surface!

No matter how beautiful a beautiful woman is, she may not look good. Beauty will never be on the surface!!

There is no eternal swan in the world, only a swan from an ugly duckling; there is no butterfly born beautiful in the world, only a butterfly from an ugly caterpillar; there is no beautiful woman in the world who never digs his nose; only a beautiful woman who is not seen when digging his nose - your beauty, I will find; my Inside, I hope you can see..."

This is my first letter to her. Her name is Hai Feng, and she is a student of Nanhui Middle School.

I have always been arrogant as a talented man, and I have always regarded myself as Bole; I have always been laughed at by others, and others have always been laughed at by me as vulgarity.

Therefore, I don't care so much about her appearance - as long as it's not related to Zhu Bajie. Beauty, I don't think it's necessary to have a beautiful appearance, but it must have a charming connotation and personality.

The letter is not slow, and the reply is fast.

I received her second letter three days later.

"Your answer has benefited me a lot, and your point of view coincides with me.

I will be an ugly duckling at ease - even if I can't become a beautiful swan.

I will try my best to spit silk and make a cocoon - even if I won't break the cocoon and become a butterfly.

And, I will definitely pay attention to it - people will not be seen when digging their noses...:)"

Seeing the last sentence, I couldn't help laughing, but the orangutan was teaching, so I had to pretend to cough like crazy and have serious tuberculosis.

So - it attracted the sideways glances of the students around him, which made the orangutan lean over and ask, but let me see that his face was wrinkled except for the hair on his mouth.

I feel guilty and my heart beats twice. Fortunately, I was a little anxious and said that I could hardly catch a cold in the middle of the night.

In this way, breaking the waves and the sea breeze have become a close friend. With the deepening of knowing each other, I feel that the sea breeze is a little different - it is neither the pretentious classical gentleness, nor the hard-style modern boldness, nor the unruly and unreasonableness of Miss Qianjin. She is just like her name, only It will make people feel fresh...

Unfortunately, we have never met or sent photos to each other. Maybe we all think that doing so will destroy each other's perfect image in each other's hearts - at least I think so.

Moreover, I feel that I'm starting to become stupid - because I'm starting to think that even if the sea breeze looks like Zhu Bajie's sister, it's very cute...