Chapter 3 ：Seating Arrangements

 "The days are sweet, like lemonade in the morning, like the sun in early winter, like the ocean in my dreams, like the first time I met you." Quote.

After packing up the dormitory everyone rushed to the classroom, looking forward to more classmates and more fun and interesting things to do.

The classroom was playful and noisy, almost making a scene. The teacher, however, was late in showing up, as if she was testing the quality of the students in this one class.

 "Ling'er, come over and sit with me." The roommate, Ku An An, said enthusiastically, with Jin Qiao Er next to her. After saying that, he extended a friendly hand to pull her. "However, this seat doesn't seem too good, it's also a bit too far forward. "She thought silently in her heart.

However, for the sake of face she sat next to her roommate, who had sprayed her perfume, the nice scent of lilies, but it allowed her to relax for a while on this side.

 Here is the fourth row near the aisle, this school classroom location space layout is very different from their middle school. Here, three people sit in one seat. In other words, each person had two desks.

 "This is actually quite awkward, if you sit in the center, you may not be able to take care of both the left and right sides. And if you sit on the sides, there's a chance that you'll be left out."

 She began to worry unconsciously in her heart. There was also a hint of gravity on her face.

 Just as she was thinking this, she saw Chen Yang and Lin Che walking in, they stood side by side like teenagers with shining halos. Chen Yang had changed into a handsome denim jacket today, a big one, and paired it with a pair of jeans underneath, making his legs look long and his whole person youthful. He slung his light blue school bag diagonally over his shoulder. It was quite a foppish and unruly look. And next to him Lin Che with black framed gold rimmed glasses or Sven appearance, a light gray sports coat, very comfortable and pleasant, did not carry a backpack just holding a pile of books.

 The way he looked down and smiled lightly did charm a lot of teenage girls, it looked like he was talking to Chen Yang and talking about something happy. Many girls were whispering, "He is too good looking too!"

 "Who are you talking about, the one on the left or the one on the right?" The girls in the front row chattered, their voices seemed small, but they reached Ling'er's ears. "

 "I'm talking about the svelte boy with glasses on the right, of course. Holy cow, he simply really does have a smile on his face. So gentle and tender looking." After saying that, he covered up his cheeks, a picture of a flamboyant maniac.

 "Come on ah, I think the one on the left is a little bit more outstanding than the one on the right. Handsome eyebrows and eyes, handsome and cool. The way he raises his hands and throws his feet, it's completely the look of a male lead in a romance drama." "Okay, okay, anyway, it's not ours, so we can only swoon."

 These two people were not picky, they casually found an empty corner and sat down, and continued to start talking about the world, as if the air around them was condensing and not moving.

 "Okay, stop fooling around, now start rowing seats according to your grades, open and fair, the first row is reserved for myopic students." I don't know when, the serious teacher in professional attire quietly came in, just this sentence that she threw out, made people suddenly quiet. Just like the lightning that suddenly disappeared into the sky, it was so majestic that it was not to be underestimated.

 "I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Chen Ruofei, your substitute homeroom teacher, I hope that during this period of time that I'm leading the homeroom, you can study well and maintain order." The voice was also more mid-range, really not too much like a female teacher.

 "The manly woman is here again, you guys, look, it's not going to happen. This time, she's definitely going to separate us." Chen Yang spoke cautiously, and poked Zhao Ling'er's back with a pencil when he finished! I forgot to mention that the corner he was in was Zhao Ling'er's back.

A chorus of boos came from everyone. All of them felt that this method of arranging places was too discriminatory against the students.

 "How can this be, it's too unfair, teacher. This is naked discrimination!" A sharp speaking voice from the back was like a thunderclap.

 "Okay, first place, Wu Yang, sit over there." Only to see that tiny girl wearing black eyeglass frames reluctantly take her book to the first seat on the left in the second row.

 "I go, so he's the first in our class, really didn't see it." A few more people whispered there.

 Surprisingly, the homeroom teacher had put Zhao Ling'er together with Chen Yang and Lin Che, which made her very happy and surprised. "Great, my life will definitely not be monotonous from now on!" She thought silently in her heart.

 Solid An was sorted into the diagonal opposite of them, and from this angle, she could look over diagonally and could see clearly the way she got down and secretly ate potato chips, living like a little bunny.

The relationship between people is like knitting a sweater.

One stitch at a time when it's being built.

When dismantling it, you give it a gentle tug. "Quote."

Once they were all settled, the rough layout of the entire classroom was on display. The front row was undoubtedly the scholastic area, the center was the recreational area while the back was the geriatric recuperation area.

Luckily for her, she was assigned to the front row, so that her foolish laziness would be severely deterred by the teacher's ferocious majesty, and she couldn't think of anything else but studying.

In the second row, by the window, the sunlight slanted through the hall in the late afternoon, scattering a ginger afterglow that was warm and melting, not flashy, but very cozy. Her place was just right for the sunshine she had been waiting for. One afternoon when she finished her homework and rubbed her eyes, she was surprised to find that the sunlight had rubbed itself merrily and mischievously on one of her romance books, Flower and Fire, as if to add the most beautiful background for the lingering and sentimental love story inside the book.

Warm sunlight, golden ground, folded water shadows, high round sun, and spread down the elm shade of the tall trees, the rich balsam ....

It was not yet senior year, but Ling'er already sensed the tense atmosphere of the college entrance exam. Their class is a class of excellence, every word and action must be under the close monitoring of teachers and the director of teaching, which makes their class seem to be all good girls, however, there are also otherwise .....

"Give me back my book, you're not allowed to copy my homework." Xiaoxiao yelled loudly at Chen Yang, a picture of a landlady asking for rent with a righteous air.

"How can you be so petty, girls are just troublesome, count me wrong about you, go, here, don't want yours, I'll go borrow An An's." Chen Yang said indignantly

With that, the footsteps that raised his head went straight to An An's position.

"An An, can I use your homework for a bit, please eat breakfast!" He put on a good-natured and cute appearance, making people almost forget about his nature as a school slag.

"This douchebag, when did he get to know An An?" Zhao Ling'er thought in her heart.

Of course, Chen Yang would not tell him that he ran up to hit on An An while she was waiting for Ling'er to buy snacks.

"Okay, but you have to teach me how to play basketball." An An said. Fluttering her big eyes, her makeup was still heavy today.

"No problem, it's on me!" Chen Yang said excitedly, the corners of his mouth lifting into a happy smile.

The fruits of the summer in full bloom were quietly sprouting, she didn't know that An An's heart was actually colliding like a deer in the headlights even as she handed him his homework. She was also very shy at the moment she said she would let him teach him how to play basketball. Chen Yang, who had gotten his homework, proudly waved his hand at Xiao Xiao. Xiaoxiao gave a cut and continued to bury her head in writing.

This kind of dialog repeats and happens frequently in everyone's life. No one could have predicted what kind of imprint such a mundane and ordinary conversation would leave on each other's lives.

Ten years ago we did not pay attention to it, and ten years later we can not think of it, only those boring syllables remain, leaking in the air and dissipating in the dust.

Perhaps it was the atmosphere of dusk brewing a silent plush warmth, contrasted with Chen Yang's cheerful mischievous disappearance, Lin Che's quiet companionship more let her feel the sweet and creamy fragrance of happiness.

Lin Che would also prepare a cup of iced tea or an ice-cream under the gym class and wait for Ling'er's return, waiting for her to return to her seat and then hand it to him flatly and expressionlessly, as if nothing had ever happened, but letting her feel the real warmth.

This habit is getting longer and longer, becoming a part of life.

Plainly and unobtrusively, the sweet yet icy feeling of iced tea, she would always whisper, "Thank you, Lin Che."

Inadvertently, the warmth is brewing, the stories of the summer, the legends of the future, all flying, all clamoring ware. Lackluster loneliness, scribbled in the absurd youth, not see the dust.