我记得那天你骑着自行车来收拾书包的时候,我正在考试。等我匆匆忙忙考完跑出来,你已经把车骑得很远很远了。我用力喊你的名字,你回过头,在余晖下用力地挥手。犹记得初次见你,被你吓了一跳。那个时候我们还不认识,你在F班,我在A班。简单来说就是,你在最差的班,我在最好的。我之前一直以为,我和你们班的学生是不会有交集的。如果,不是我们班女生在背后说了你坏话,我想我也根本不可能会认识你。那天中午,我们班像往常一样,大家默默地复习,有的累了则趴在桌上休息。忽然,有女生 I remember that day when you were riding a bicycle to pack, I was exam. When I got out of my exam in a hurry, you’ve ridden the car far and far. I strongly call your name, you look back, hard wave under the twinkling of an eye. I still see you first time, was shocked by you. At that time we do not know, you are in class F, I am in class A. In short, you are in the worst class, I am the best. I had always thought that I and your class of students will not have the intersection. If, not our class girl behind the back of your bad words, I think I simply will not know you. That day noon, our class as usual, we silently review, and some are tired to lie on the table to rest. Suddenly, there are girls