During the summer vacation of my first year of high school, my uncle opened a cold drink shop in the school district in the south of the city. Because of the good business, another branch was opened in a few months. My uncle and aunt were busy with decoration and called me to come and go. My family is in the north of the city. Although I occasionally go to my uncle's house to play, I always go home that day and have never lived there for a long time.

That time, it was the first time I lived outside my home for a long time.

Unlike our schools in the north of the city, schools in the south of the city are all concentrated together. The place sandwiched between the school district is full of shops like my uncle's house, which brings good luck to the students and the business is very good. But during the summer vacation, it will be deserted here because most of the students are on vacation, and only the senior high school students who are preparing for the college entrance examination are still in the school.

With fewer customers, there is no need to stay so many employees in the store. They were all taken to the branch by my uncle to help. Only a girl who is two years older than me but no longer studies is with me. Her name is Wang Rong, a very ordinary name, fat and loves beauty very much.

I live in the store, but Wang Rong is not. Her house is nearby. Although her house is very close, because the boss is not here, she often comes late. Every time she is late, she will bring me breakfast. Later I found out that she was busy dating at that time.

The day I met him, Rong was too late. It was almost eleven o'clock and she hadn't come yet. I was about to call Rong, but suddenly three people came in the store. The one on the left and the one on the right was him. He was nearly 1.8 meters tall. I don't know why he shaved his head. Because of this hairstyle, he looked a little scary, and the other two were even more so I didn't dare to say hello to them.

"Sister, newcomer? Where is that little fat girl?"

"Hurry up and give me some coolness, add more ice cubes!"

"A bottle of water, don't ice."

I brought them a drink, three of them sat at the door, and two others were chatting, and he took out a book from his backpack. This different action made me pay more attention to him.

That was the first time I met him. Now I think about it. At that time, I might have really stared at him for a long time, otherwise the memory would not have been so clear. He sat by the window, holding a book in his hand, and a bottle of mineral water on the table, which was cold and there was no ice. He looked very seriously and did not notice that I was watching him at all. Just as so many years have passed, he never felt that I was watching him. The focus of his eyes will never be me.

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The room I live in is upstairs of the store. The room is full of all kinds of drinks, which squeezes the space very narrowly. The place where I sleep is only about five square meters, and except for one bed, I can only put a table. Fortunately, there is a window that allows me to breathe when I feel depressed.

It turned out that my uncle lived here. My uncle was sloppy and the house was messy. I cleaned up a little every day, sorted the drinks and placed them against the wall, saving a little space, and changed from the original five square meters to about eight square meters. The extra three square meters were finally not so crowded, and I could still cool my clothes.

The window was facing the playground of his school. After a long time, I discovered a secret.

He is often late and often skipped classes. When he is late, he will be punished to run around the playground. When he skips classes, he will turn out from the iron fence of the playground. In short, I can always see him. In contrast, his two friends who don’t seem to be good students are much late and skip classes, and they always skip classes with him every time.

It turned out to be a bad student. I felt a little more contempt when I thought of him like this. Since he was a bad student, why do you still pretend to be a good student? When you skip class and come to the store to drink, you have to take a book. Who would you show it to?

He comes almost every day, and the time is very regular. Except when he skips classes, he comes every day at noon and sits in a fixed window position. If there is someone there, he will buy a bottle of water and leave, but usually the people sitting there give him a seat.

It's indeed a bad student. I thought so in my heart, otherwise why would so many people be afraid of him?

My impression of him is getting worse and worse, but he doesn't know about this. He still comes to the store at a fixed time every day, sitting in the corner by the window, holding a book in his hand.

I was very surprised what the purpose of his book was, because he was not a novel, but an exercise collection, a book like "College Entrance Examination Three Plus One". I secretly glanced at it, both mathematics, physics and chemistry. He read it very seriously, but never used a pen. I was very surprised what the meaning of reading it like this is. Can you get the answer by thinking about it without using a pen to calculate it in your mind?

But he took it seriously.

I couldn't figure it out, so I could only understand that he was a bad student who yearned for good study. Although he couldn't do any questions, he also liked to read them. Based on this, my impression of him changed a little until that day...

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The summer vacation is coming to an end, and I am going to prepare for school, so I told my uncle that this is the last day and I will go home in the evening. I packed up my things last night, got up in the morning and checked it again. After confirming that there was no problem, I went downstairs to open the door to welcome my last day of work.

I don’t know why, but I’m worried that he will not come today. Although he comes every day, what if he doesn’t come today? I don’t know what’s wrong with me, and I’m always looking forward to seeing him again.

But I waited and waited, after noon, he didn't come, and Rong didn't come. I sat alone in the store and thought about it, even wondering if he had gone on a date with Rong.

It was not until two o'clock in the afternoon that he finally came. There was a bruise on his face, a broken forehead, and blood kept oozing out. It seemed that he had just had a fight. It hurt so much, but he seemed to have no pain, and he couldn't tell it on his face at all. I thought to myself, it was indeed a bad student, and seeing that he must have fought often.

"Give me a bottle of water." He reached out, I was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly handed it to him.

He took out two coins in his pocket and placed them on the counter, then put them down, took the water and walked to the door and poured them on his head, cleaning the blood on his forehead. The whole process didn't say a word, as if the injured person was not him.

"You... are you fighting? I have a band-aid here. Although it's very small, you can put it on..." I ran upstairs to find the band-aid, walked over and handed it to him. This was the first time I've said to him in more than a month, except for selling things to him.

He looked up at me and smiled, looking very sunny, and didn't pick up my band-aid. He raised his head and drank the remaining water from the water bottle, went back to the store to get his backpack, and rode his bike away. I watched him disappear at the corner, complaining in my heart that he didn't know the good people's hearts.

After more than ten minutes, Rong finally arrived.

"Hey, hey, I'll tell you in the summer. At noon, we started fighting at the door of No. 3 Middle School. The boss of our No. 1 Middle School is really awesome. He stood at the door of No. 3 Middle School and blocked people. The football team came out and beat them up, and they all fucked them. Later they called people, and we went there more than 20 times. We won the game. The people from No. 3 Middle School were so scared that they didn't dare to go out. The police came..."

Rong vividly described the scene she saw. I frowned and thought of the wound on his face.

"Rong, you always sit there... He has come just now, and he has also fought?"

"Of course, he is the boss of our No. 1 Middle School. Don't look at him as gentle as he is. He is a veteran in fighting, fight ten of them at one!" Rong gestured and said excitedly.

My heart sank instantly, and I had no last good impression of him. He turned out to be not just a bad student, but also a bad student's head. Why is he so domineering, blocking his school gate...

"Looking at the people of No. 3 Middle School, I still don't have a memory. I dare to bully our No. 1 Middle School girls. If Liu Yi doesn't beat them up, it would be a big deal! Alas, I would have a boyfriend like Liu Yi. I am handsome, good at studying, and good at fighting. The key is that there are no scandals yet, huh huh huh huh..."

"Study well?" I thought I had heard it wrong, so I looked at Rong in surprise.

"Of course, you don't know if your family is from the north of the city. Liu Yi from our No. 1 Middle School has been a genius since he was a child. He was the first in the exam, but he often didn't take the exam, so he always had to give others some chances."

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After the college entrance examination results that year came out, I saw a reporter interviewing him on TV. The reporter asked him if he was the first provincial science top student in the city, if there was any special learning method. He replied that there is no shortcut to study, and you must pay attention to your daily accumulation, do not skip classes, do not fight, listen carefully, and do more exercises...

Looking at him wearing school uniforms on TV and answering questions in a straightforward manner, it was really hard for me to associate him with what I saw.

I heard that he is a Gemini, and maybe he has two souls in his body.

Suddenly I wanted to know him, so I found a pen and wrote down the university he applied for on the bookmark.

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This is the first extra from the perspective of Xia Tian. I want to write some things about Liu Yi’s personality through different perspectives. I have been trying different writing styles. I hope everyone likes it.

Also, today is the birthday of Lao Qin, the director of the Anti-Pornographic Office of my book friend group. I wish him a happy birthday.

Finally, I saved a little bit of the manuscript, but it was really just a little bit. It will be issued at the end of the month. I hope everyone will vote for me. Monthly and recommendation votes are all. I need support, and I love you.

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