Surrender At a Glance

Thirteen years ago, it was a summer.

In early September, the sunrise in the sea market rose early.

Nearly seven o'clock, the morning reading time of Haishi No. 1 Middle School is about to come. There are few people on the school road, and occasionally students who go to take out the garbage or run because they are about to be late.

The third and fifth grades are next to the teacher’s office. This class is a gathering place for the elites of the first and third grades. The students not only have top-notch academic performance, but also take the initiative to help teachers clean the office every morning.

That day happened to be Jiang Xiche’s turn to be on duty at the same table with him. For this reason, the two arrived at school early, and it was almost time for morning reading when the cleaning was finished, but if it was because of helping the teacher to take out the garbage, the morning reading time was delayed. The teacher will not be imminent.

So the two went downstairs with a corner of the white trash can.

When they came to the corner of a staircase leading to the first floor on the second floor, the morning reading bell rang on time. At the same time, Jiang Xiche and a girl who ran up from downstairs bumped into each other unexpectedly.

For an instant, he felt pain in his chest and his left foot. He stood firmly and stopped, frowning to look at the rash girl who hit him.

The girl was very fair and beautiful, her height was only as high as his shoulders, and she looked hurried. She didn't even look at him. She just hurriedly said "I'm sorry" to him several times and then bypassed him, and ran to the other in two steps. One floor of stairs.

Jiang Xiche glanced back at her thin back, then looked down at the obvious footprints on his sneakers. It was a bit annoying, but he had no choice but to continue downstairs.

The girl's figure disappeared around the corner, and Jiang Xiche's tablemate looked back, and asked Jiang Xiche with interest, "That girl looks good, don't you think?"

Jiang Xiche lowered his eyes, how do you see how unpleasant the footprints on his shoes were. It was difficult to tell the truth from the false, and said, "Very ordinary."

"Tsk tusk, your eyes..." The tablemate pouted and shook his head. "Even if you look handsome, it will be hard to find a wife in the future."

Students in No. 1 Middle School can choose to go home for lunch at noon or eat at school. Those who choose to eat at school must return to the classroom for lunch break ten minutes after the meal.

During the lunch break, students can write homework, but the movements should be light and no speech is allowed, so as not to affect other students' rest.

In order to urge students to keep quiet, the school deliberately selects several capable students from among the students of each grade. These students on duty need to sacrifice their lunch breaks to patrol other classes on the day of duty, specifically to catch those who violate discipline. student.

This day also happened to be Jiang Xiche's duty. Two minutes after the lunch break bell rang, he picked up the duty registration form and pen and got up, preparing to inspect the classrooms.

Xu Fei was also a student on duty. Since she had changed shifts with others before, it happened to be her turn today. She excitedly followed Jiang Xiche to get up and left the class one after another with him.

When she came to the corridor, she smiled at the boy's clean and cold eyebrows, and whispered to him: "Ache, today is also my duty. Can we check together? I think this is more deterrent."

"Not good." Jiang Xiche rejected her without thinking, lowered his head and turned over the registration form, "The efficiency is too low, you check the third grade, and I will do the rest."

Xu Fei wanted to say something but stopped, but Jiang Xiche didn't look at her, turned and went downstairs to himself, the hot sun was hanging in the sky, but he was like a walking refrigerator, with his own chill.

Except for the newly enrolled freshmen, Jiang Xiche knows that no one knows in the first middle school. In the eyes of everyone, he is indifferent and ruthless, and dedicated to his duties.

When he is on duty, regardless of male or female, regardless of acquaintances, as long as he is caught in violation of discipline, he will not mention his name, except for special circumstances, there is no warning, only one name.

Therefore, every time he was on duty, the students were very conscious. Almost all classrooms were as quiet as chickens. When he passed by the corridor, the students doing homework did not even dare to turn the books.

Jiang Xiche patrolled all the classes in the second grade. He didn't find a few violators, so he went downstairs to inspect the first grade.

This is the second week of school. Most of the first-year students still have the shadow of elementary school students respecting the teacher's words. They are very disciplined. Jiang Xiche has gone through several classes and found no violations of discipline. Only those school girls one by one Look at him with red eyes.

The first eighth class was at the end of the corridor, the last class on the second floor. Jiang Xiche passed through the corridor outside the seventh class, and one step forward to the front door of the eighth class.

It was quiet inside, with a few empty seats scattered, most of the students slept on the table, and a few were writing or reading.

Jiang Xiche walked along the corridor unhurriedly, but his deep and wise eyes were placed in the classroom, sweeping past every student.

Suddenly, he stopped, his eyes narrowed slightly.

In the middle of the third group, by the window, a girl behaved strangely. She pressed her body on the wall and covered her upper body with a curtain, as if she was sitting on something wrong.

Jiang Xiche thought for a moment, silently entered the classroom from the back door, and walked straight to the position of the third group, and then he clearly saw...

She, in, playing, hand, machine.

So bold.

Jiang Xiche rarely caught the phenomenon of stealing mobile phones. Once caught, he couldn't let it go. He walked briskly over, and within a few steps, he stood in an empty place next to the girl.

First, he silently watched her under the curtain for a while, and saw that she was unaware, before he had to raise his hand, and tapped her desk with his slender fingers.

Hearing the movement, the other party's body visibly trembled, and then she gradually poked out a head.

The girl’s tied up hair was messed up by the curtains, and a lot of fluffy soft hair spread out. The palm-sized face was exquisite and moving, and the skin could be broken by blows. It is estimated that she was hiding there for a long time in the sun. It's rosy, but cute and charming.

Jiang Xiche froze for a moment without a trace. Isn't this the girl who bumped into him this morning and trampled on his shoes?

The girl opened her big, pure eyes, looked up and down Jiang Xiche, and finally frowned unclearly, and asked what he was doing.

Jiang Xiche has never been impressed by beauty. He stretched out a hand toward her with a faint expression, looked down at her, and whispered: "Daily student, bring your phone."

The girl's expression was suddenly stunned, obviously shocked.

But she quickly reacted. After a quick turn of her eyes twice, the hand that was holding the phone hidden in the curtain quietly loosened. At the same time, her leg against the wall moved quickly. Can't stop the phone that should have fallen to the ground.

After hiding the phone, she gently moved her feet away, and then withdrew her hands, pretending to calmly mock Jiang Xiche and shrug her shoulders, as if she had done nothing.

However, Jiang Xiche had already seen all the little movements she thought she was smart, and the eyes that couldn't see the emotions slowly fell on her left foot. A few seconds later, he returned to her face and said solemnly: "Stand up. ."

The girl glanced at him inexplicably, and finally stood up hesitantly.

Jiang Xiche lowered his head and raised his hand, took out the signature pen clipped on the registration form, and looked at her again after making a gesture to write, "Name."

The girl frowned, guessing that he was going to remember her name, and whispered back: "Why do you remember my name? I didn't disturb others to sleep."

Jiang Xiche didn't argue with her, but just stared at her intently, staring at her unhappy or angry, and the posture of preparing to write has never changed.

After a stalemate for a long time, the girl finally couldn't bear his silent and bitter look, with a serious look that could not hide, bit her pink lips entangledly, and squeezed out two words: "Yiyan."

He asked: "Which Iraq, which Yan?"

Yi Yan decided to stop being good-tempered to him after he was planted. He curled his mouth, rolled his eyes, pulled out a book on the table, opened the cover impatiently, and poked the name on it with a long slender finger, tugging. It doesn't work.

Jiang Xiche glanced up, and the girl's handwriting was wild. Although she looked good and had a personality, she felt that it did not match her sweet appearance, at least in his opinion.

He relentlessly wrote down her name and the violations, and before leaving, he said coldly: "Stand for ten minutes."

Yi Yan's eyes glared, and his head held up in dissatisfaction: "Why? You have the right to punish others when you are on duty?"

"You didn't hand in your phone."

He blocked Yi Yan speechlessly. She pressed her lips unwillingly, and forced her disdain: "Stand just stand."

Five minutes later, Jiang Xiche made a special trip back to see if she was obedient, but she did not defy the punishment. She was still standing there, just not standing.

She leaned against the wall and the window, her head tilted up, her bones seemed to relax, she looked like a worm, lazily.

Seeing that she was still obedient, Jiang Xiche was planning to leave again, but she suddenly turned her head and squinted at him, as if accusing him.

He frowned slightly and met her gaze without evasiveness.

The two looked at each other in the air for a while, but Yi Yan couldn't stand his eyes first, and made a grimace at him angrily. The next second the curtain was pulled, and he hid in the curtain.

Jiang Xiche felt speechless, wondering if she had a problem with her brain, so he simply ignored her and turned away.

Later, for some reason, Jiang Xiche would often see this school girl named Yi Yan, when he went up and down the stairs, when he went to the school convenience store, and even when he was talking under the national flag, he just swept down at random and could just scan it. See her.

But every time she saw him, she wouldn't give him a good face. Naturally, he would not pay attention to her, and only treated her as air. He didn't like such a girl.

However, that evening, he was a ghostly messenger to help her with a math problem. She called his brother to call him senior again, and bowed deeply at him with a big smile.

Her eyelashes were moist, but the smile on her face was brilliant and pure, shining brighter than the sky full of colorful clouds and the round sunset.

Jiang Xiche looked at him, inexplicably in a daze, standing on the corridor filled with sunlight and watching her run away quickly, when she recovered, she was gone.

Walking on the stairs, he recalled her previous attitude towards him, compared it with the one just now, and couldn't help laughing.

How do you feel that she is a little silly and cute?