We ordinary people also need to fall in love.

I can't seem to write it down.

Writing modern poetry requires capturing a moment of inspiration, while writing classical poetry requires not only inspiration but also the poet's own ability and skill.

Li Mubai closed the notebook, stood up, and leaned against the faded railing.

He looked down at the people below, but no one below was looking at him.

He saw Zhao Feng and his friends pulling Feng Wanli to play basketball with other classes on the basketball court. He saw Chen Qiuhe and Xie Shu playing badminton on the badminton court and seemed to hear Chen Qiuhe's rather flamboyant laughter and Xie Shu's indifferent tone.

If Chen Qiuhe had won, she might have boasted to herself during evening self-study that she had defeated the badminton god.

If Xie Shu wins—no, she's won many times already—there probably won't be much of a reaction.

If he's enthusiastic, he might also chase each other on the playground or run on the basketball court. Even if he doesn't know how to play basketball, he can still participate.

But everything is as it is now. Li Mubai is used to being alone, used to going to the cafeteria alone, and used to hiding on the rooftop to enjoy his own peace and quiet. This is his comfort zone, but also his prison...

As if remembering something, he opened his notebook and wrote:

The rooftop is a prison for the lonely.

I climbed the steps

The wind is the only jailer.

A white cloud is enclosed by a railing.

It can't float over

Like a crumpled A4 sheet of paper

The shadow was pinned to the ground

We are each other's prisoners

Silence between us

(I'm not very good at writing modern poetry, this was generated by AI. I made some modifications, please forgive me.)

Li Mubai felt that this poem was barely satisfactory, but at least he could submit it. Heaven knows why the confession wall kept urging him to submit it.

He used to write and post whatever he wanted, which was normal, but then one time after he posted a song, someone added him on QQ.

He said he ran a confession wall. Li Mubai glanced at his name, Yan Shu, and his profile showed his gender as male. He told Li Mubai to write a poem and send it to him directly.

Li Mubai was initially a little suspicious, but since he had neither money nor women, and didn't take out loans or click on any strange links, he did as he was told. Later, when he saw that his poems were safely posted on the confession wall, he felt at ease.

Once, Yan Shu asked him why he didn't publish in the literature section of the school's weekly newspaper.

Li Mubai said the school newspaper didn't have many readers.

Deep down, he still hoped that someone could resonate with him. The feedback on the confession wall was faster and more direct. Moreover, he didn't want to expose himself. To publish the school newspaper meant that he would have to go to the president of the literary society and ask him to help him submit it.

Li Mubai put away his notebook, glanced at his watch, and saw that there were still ten minutes left before get out of class ended. It was about time to go to the cafeteria. He looked towards the badminton court, where quite a few people had already left.

Xie Shu was still there. She was putting away her badminton racket in the equipment room when, as if sensing someone watching her, she looked up at the rooftop of the teaching building and saw a figure quickly retreat.

That was close, we almost got caught.

Li Mubai was still shaken. Sitting on the rooftop, it was actually not easy to be discovered, but standing up would expose half of his body.

I carefully dragged the chair back to the classroom and went to the cafeteria.

On the way, he felt a tap on his left shoulder, but this was a common trick; generally, a tap on the left shoulder means the person is on the right.

He looked to his right and back, but there was no one there.

"Where are you looking?" Chen Qiuhe laughed on his left. "Did you think I'd stand on the right just because I patted your left? Desk mate, I already anticipated your prediction."

"No, actually I can see you even if I turn around 360 degrees."

Li Mubai noticed that besides Chen Qiuhe, there were two other girls, I think their names were Ye Manqi and Liu Ting, and they also greeted Li Mubai.

"Hello~ Class Monitor."

Hello.

"Where did you go? I didn't see you on the playground," Chen Qiuhe asked curiously.

"Time to go back to the classroom and study."

"Do you have to make it that curled?"

"If you don't work hard in your junior year of high school, you'll go crazy in your senior year."

……

"Um." Ye Manqi tugged at Chen Qiuhe's sleeve.

"What's wrong, Manqi?"

"We have boiled sliced ​​pork today, so we need to hurry or we'll be late," Ye Manqi reminded them.

"Yes, yes! I saw my deskmate tonight."

"Goodbye, class monitor." Ye Manqi and Liu Ting also said goodbye to Li Mubai, and the three girls ran towards the cafeteria.

"goodbye."

Boiled sliced ​​pork and pork rib rice noodles have always been specialties of Pingyang No. 6 Middle School and are very popular among students, but the supply is always limited and they are not available every day.

Reaching the food serving window, Chen Qiuhe stood on tiptoe to take a look. Thankfully, there was still some left.

After the three finished fighting, they found a place to sit down.

"Hey, don't you guys think the class monitor is actually kind of handsome?" Ye Manqi suddenly whispered.

"Xiao Shuai? This man's name is Xiao Shuai," Liu Ting interrupted.

"What are you talking about? Qiuhe, you're deskmates with the class monitor, how does that feel?"

Chen Qiuhe recalled Li Mubai's appearance and said, "Somewhat, but not as good as me."

"Qiuhe, you're a girl, how can you compare yourself to a boy?"

"I just peeked at him, and he's not bad, but not as good as Wang Rui," Liu Ting interjected.

"You only think that because you like the young actor with the four-character name," Ye Manqi said.

"Hehe, but Manqi, are you tempted?"

"How could that be? I'm just stating an objective fact." Ye Manqi's face flushed slightly.

"Not yet, her face is already flushed. But you should be careful of Qiuhe, she's your deskmate, and being close to her gives her an advantage."

"Xiaoting, you dare to sow discord to our faces." Chen Qiuhe gently patted Liu Ting's head and then said, "But Manqi, if you want to send a love letter, I can help you deliver it."

"How could I possibly write a love letter! But Qiuhe, could you help me observe her?"

"good!"

During evening self-study, Li Mubai took out a palm-sized notebook, wrote something down, and then pushed it to Chen Qiuhe.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Get back to your homework!"

"Was I looking at you? You were clearly looking at me. How would you know I was looking at you if you weren't looking at me?"

Li Mubai drew three dots to indicate his speechlessness.

"This notebook is nice, I'll take it." Chen Qiuhe held the notebook, showed it to Li Mubai, and then took it away.

Speechless, family members.

Forget it, I'm too magnanimous to hold a grudge against a petty person. I have plenty of notebooks to keep.

Ignoring Chen Qiuhe, who kept glancing at him, he finished his homework for today and his preparation for tomorrow.

Go back to dorms.

I handed the leave slip to the dormitory manager, who asked me a few questions and then let me leave.

Li Mubai lay in bed and sent the poem he had written that day to Yan Shu.

Yan Shu: "Received. But is this 'lonely person' you?"

Li Bubai: "No, it was inspired by a friend of mine."

Yan Shu: "Okay."

Li Mubai put his phone away; he was going to continue reading.

"Hey, I think Chen Qiuhe might have a thing for you. I saw her glancing at you the whole time during evening self-study," Zhao Feng said.

"I don't know, probably not. We've only known each other for two days."

"It might be love at first sight," Yang Kun said.

"Wake up, Chicken Bro, love at first sight only exists in novels." Li Mubai didn't know who called Kun "Chicken," but since all the boys called him that, he followed suit.

"Perhaps our world really is a novel," Yang Kun said, rubbing his chin.

"If this were a novel, the one who falls in love at first sight would be the protagonist. I couldn't be that. Who would want an ordinary-looking guy to be the protagonist?"

"Yes, Han Li is just an ordinary person who likes to protect people in front of him."

Li Mubai didn't argue with Yang Kun. He recalled what happened at noon and asked, "By the way, Zhao Feng, does the class monitor give out meal tickets and leave slips at the regular meetings?"

"What the hell? How could they give out these things? Only the homeroom teacher has these."

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