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"It just so happens that Xiaoqian also wants to watch "Love is Hard to Say." Lai Deren said behind my back. "But Xiaoqian is not a student of our school, so she cannot enter the arena." "Stupid. I'll just borrow a student ID card." "Don't watch that scene a little bit." "I want to watch a little bit of that scene." "Hey." "Don't worry, I won't bother you." "That's good." I logged off, then stood up, "Return the computer to you." I quietly climbed onto the bed and lay down gently.

"Laugh if you want, don't hold back." Lai Deren said. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……" "idiot." "Wow haha ​​hee hee hee, hey, oh, oh oh oh, uh wow." "What for?" "It's an idiot's laugh." "I don't care about you." I don't bother to talk to him, I want to concentrate on enjoying this happy mood. But laughing like this may hurt internally, so I had to hold the quilt tightly with both hands, and gritted my teeth to hold back the smile. "Are you playing tricks?" Lai Deren asked. "I can't take it anymore!" I yelled, "Hahahahahahahaha..."

"I can't stand it anymore." He suddenly crawled to my bed and pulled the quilt to cover my head, "Sleep quietly!" It was difficult to fall asleep that night, because the spirit has been in a state of hyperactivity. In the end, I may fall asleep after laughing until I am tired, but I seem to hear my own laughter in my dreams. When I woke up, I felt a little pain in my stomach, maybe it was because I kept laughing when I slept last night. But it may also be plotted against by Lai Deren. After lunch, I walked directly to the small square outside the Chenggong Hall, and it was only 12:40.

It was a little early, so I used the step length to estimate the length and width of this small square. In short, I just want to find something to do, otherwise it would be strange to stand still and wait for someone. "Hi, Hydrangea." Beauty No. 6 greeted me five steps away. "Hi, beauty No. 6." I greeted me. "I just saw you walking around." Beauty No. 6 asked, "What are you doing?" "Estimate the area of ​​this small square," I said. "Is it okay to walk around?" "It's 32 steps long and 24 steps wide. My steps are about 75 centimeters long, so the length is 24 meters and the width is 18 meters. The area is..." I did a mental calculation, "432 square meters."

"Amazing." "Where." I smiled, "The error should be ten percent." "Hydrangea." "Yes. Beauty No. 6." "Did we come here to calculate the area of ​​the square?" She smiled. "Sorry." I patted my head and turned my arm towards the success hall, "Please." The mid-term exam has just ended, and the movie is very famous, at least I have heard of it, so there are a lot of people. Fortunately, I arrived earlier with her. If it was like the time Lai Deren and I arrived last time, I'm afraid we wouldn't even be able to sit on the stairs.

When beauty No. 6 and I just sat down, I looked at my watch, and there were still 6 minutes before the movie started. Maybe it was a little nervous, I didn't know what to say, but it turned out to be more nervous. This scene reminds me of my sophomore year. When I was a sophomore, my senior introduced me to a girl, and the next day we made an appointment to watch a movie at the Chenggong Hall. At that time, I waited for about ten minutes at the entrance of the Hall of Success before I saw her walking towards me. "Let's go in." After she finished speaking, she went straight inside.

I had no choice but to follow her, until she found a good place to sit, and then I sat next to her. "The movie is about to start, let's not talk," she said. During the movie screening, she kept staring at the screen without turning her head, let alone opening her mouth. "The movie is over, let's go." She stood up. I still followed her and left the Hall of Success. "Bye—bye." She said at the door of the Success Hall. From the beginning to the end, she only spoke four sentences, and I didn't even have time to say a word. "Everything was okay yesterday." Beauty No. 6 suddenly turned to me and asked.

"Huh?" I came back to my senses, "Thanks to you, it's very good." "You're being polite again." "No." I shook my head seriously, "I mean it." "Really?" She glanced at me and smiled, "That's good." "Thank you." I hurriedly continued, "This is not polite, but sincere." After I finished speaking, the lights dimmed instantly, only her eyes flickering in the darkness. It seemed to hear her softly "hmm". "That's great." Beauty No. 6 smiled, "The movie has begun."

"Yeah." I suddenly stopped being nervous and smiled, "That's great." The film tells the story of a man with obsessive-compulsive disorder and a waitress in a restaurant. Although her and I are focused on the screen, when encountering interesting plots or dialogues, we will always turn our heads and exchange smiles with each other in a tacit understanding. I found that we may have a large degree of similarity, because as long as I turn my head, she must turn her head. In other words, there is hardly a point in the entire movie where only she wants to laugh or only I want to laugh.

I also found that in the dark environment, beauty No. 6's eyes are particularly bright, and her smile is more charming. The lights came up, the movie was over, and this time there was no standing ovation or cheering. "Let's go." Beauty No. 6 stood up. "Yeah." I nodded and stood up. But there were too many people, and the aisles were full of people, and the crowd moved very slowly. "Is this movie good?" Beauty No. 6 asked. "Nice." I said. "And then?" she asked again, "What do you think?" "At once……" I suddenly remembered that she was a member of the audio-visual club, and I felt pressured.

"Hydrangea." "Yes. Beauty No. 6." "It's just chatting, not an exam." She smiled. "Then I remember something." "Please say." "Parents are afraid that their children will be scalded if they touch the hot pot, so they put some hot water in the pot, then hold the child's hand and touch the pot lightly, then retract immediately, and then say: 'Don't touch it in the future, it will be hot. Oh.' So the child learns not to mess with the pot." "I've heard it done too." "However, some children are afraid of pots, even things that look like pots. They think that pots are things that burn people, which is very dangerous." I said, "I am that kind of child." "You mean you're still afraid of pots?" "No, it's just a metaphor," I said, "I mean I should be weird." "yes?" "It's like the actor with obsessive-compulsive disorder feels that many of his actions are unnecessary or even painful, but he can't get rid of them." I paused, and then said, "I must also have many words and deeds that may be strange and inappropriate. Yes, the difference is that I may not realize it.” "so what?" "So please bear with me and don't take offense." "I have been forgiving." Beauty No. 6 smiled, "I will continue to forgive." "Thank you." I also smiled. Finally walked out of the success hall, the field of vision became wider and the air became fresher. At this time, the sun was shining brightly, very dazzling, but not drying people. I couldn't help but stop, raised my head, closed my eyes and opened my arms, letting the sun shine on my whole body. "Huh?" I suddenly thought that beauty No. 6 was beside me, "Sorry." "No need to say sorry." She smiled, "I said it, I will forgive you." The sun shines on the face of Beauty No. 6, making her smile even brighter.