Ryan Campbell felt that I talked more in the past two days than before. I don’t talk with him too much in the past. Even if he asked me anything, I was reluctant to answer, but I would take the initiative to talk to him over the past two days.
He always feel something is wrong.
When I got off the car, I left the sandwich in the car. Ryan Campbell looked at her figure rushing to the teaching building, looked down at the sandwich again, and couldn’t help but chuckle.
Always feeling that me cute, he opened the bag and tried to put it in his mouth, but finally, he didn’t restrain his dislike and got off the car and threw it into the trash can.
I didn’t have much time to worry about the sandwich and its cleanliness, so I ran directly to the classroom.
Fortunately, Shirley was considerate and helped me take my math book directly. Otherwise, I had to go back to my dormitory.
In a hurry, although there was no class, the preparatory bell rang, and the teacher stood on the podium with the exam paper.
Before the formal class, I trotted to the empty place beside Shirley Hunt.
The teacher said faintly: “Some student do not study hard and they are always late for class. You might as well sleep in the dormitory.”
I lowered my head and didn’t dare to see the teacher. Although he didn’t call my name, it was clear he was referring to me.
Of all the subjects, I am the worst in mathematics.
In the last exam, we were on the verge of failing.
After the boring math class, the morning class is over.
we had to finish the homework ordered by the teacher, and we didn’t slacken off. We went directly to the library with painting tools.
With the bell ringing for the last class in the morning, I was almost finished.
Looking at the painting in front of me, I feel quite satisfied. After coloring, I feel more realistic, and the sharp eyes are more vivid. I don’t intend to show Ryan Campbell this painting, lest he was narcissistic in front of me again.
We left the library together for the canteen and walked into the elevator. Shirley Hunt was still asking, “Sister Irene, is that person really not going to show up again?”
“It’s possible that he had something to do in those two days, and maybe he came back after a while, but I just don’t understand. Why didn’t he show up after so long? Is it someone we know?”
“But I don’t know any boys.”
When we discussed, we didn’t pay attention to a boy walking into the library. Because the boy was wearing a mask, I didn’t recognize who it was, and I didn’t pay attention at all.
Shawn Campbell’s pov
I watched my sister-in-law and Shirley Hunt go away before lifting my feet into the elevator.
It started the day Shirley Hunt gave me an umbrella.
I don’t know if I like Shirley Hunt, but I just think this girl is very special. I still remember the meeting that day clearly, and I can’t forget those clean eyes.
I Asked her name, also secretly investigated her, I know that she studies art, also know that she is poor in mathematics, so I started such a thing.
I don’t know how long I can last because I don’t know how many days I can live, but I want to do it for her all the time.
It can be regarded as a reward for the umbrella she handed that day, and it can also be regarded as giving myself with someone I could miss.
I want to find her, but I am afraid to find her.
I dare not contact too many people in my life, and I am afraid that I will be reluctant to leave, which will also make those people sad.
In fact, I also want to find a person to become the driving force in my life, but I am afraid that what I bring to her is only the grief that I will leave at any time.
That’s why I didn’t dare to meet Shirley Hunt, who was so close but so far apart.
Go to the library and I know where she is today in advance.
In the studio, I can still see the work she painted. The sky is very blue, and the sun is very warm. Just looking at such a picture makes you feel very comfortable.
I took out my mobile phone and took a picture of this picture.
At the same time, i also saw the table beside her pink water cup, and there was a math book that she had just finished class in the morning.
As before, I sit down in the position, pick up the pen, open the page of today’s class, draw the key points, write down the knowledge points, and explain to her with easy-to-understand thinking.
Actually, I really want to sit next to her and tell her one question at a time. She can be stupid, and I will be patient to teach.
I only dare to think about this picture in my mind. I may not be able to bear a love.
At this time, most people choose to eat, and there are not many people in the library.
I carefully wrote in her book, looking at the time almost up, I just put down the pen and left.
Irene Nadine’s pov
When I returned to my position and saw the familiar notes coming back, Shirley Hunt was in a much better mood, and there were many good things. In the afternoon, the two of us handed in our works, and both of us were selected for the auction quota.
The charity exhibition was held on Saturday night in the school auditorium. At first, I only thought it was an exhibition. I just invited senior leaders and bosses of some small companies, but I didn’t expect it to be grandous. Even Philip Matthews came.
When I saw him, I hid. His female companion was Kathy Clark, and the picture brought out by them was quite harmonious. Now it is said that Kathy Clark has married Philip Matthews because Philip Matthews rarely stays with a woman for so long.
While peeping behind the stage, the mobile phone in my bag suddenly rang. When I saw that it was Ryan Campbell’s name, I immediately picked it up.
“Where are you?” He asked.