【❤️🏒😇 I'm from China. This article was originally written in Chinese. I'm trying to translate it into English. I hope there are no mistakes. Then let's start the story.】
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Walking down the school corridor, you were suddenly pushed against the locker by a group of rowdy people. Rubbing your shoulder, you wondered what was wrong with them. They acted like a cult every day. You sighed, took out the cookies and textbook from your bag, put your schoolbag in the locker and then entered the classroom.
Then you saw it, a good-looking face, a face with a confident and contented smile.
Who is he? It seems his name is Nico. Nico is? You can't remember clearly. Your memory has always been poor. You only know that he seems to be a very good ice hockey player at school. You don't care about things outside, especially ice hockey. You feel that there is a violent factor in each of them.
Nico was sitting in the aisle seat next to you. He was lowering his head and typing something on his phone. You turned your head away and stopped paying attention to him. You tore open a cookie and started to eat it with utter boredom. You ate very slowly and you really wanted to throw up. The teacher walked to the podium and was saying something. You looked at the teacher and thought he should have a microphone. Then Nico walked up to the podium. He still had that annoying smile on his face. Then he opened his mouth, devil, you thought.
Leah, Leah, wake up! The teacher is calling you. You don't like being called out in public. oh my god, didn't we do a self-introduction before?You just nodded and walked over. He is the best kid here. You just transferred here, so this time you'll do the group assignment with him. For a moment, you didn't know what the teacher was saying. What the heck, Nico is looking at you. You must be the new student who transferred here, right? You called him Nico. Leah, you gave a faint smile. Nico was wearing a light gray hoodie and dark blue shorts. He had beautiful brown eyes, the soft brown hair was neatly arranged on his head. Uh, do you think the word "stuck" is appropriate here? You thought about your thick, curly, and abundant hair. Every time you washed your hair, it seemed to explode. you envy.
After school, you put on your schoolbag and was about to walk home when you saw Nico at the bus stop. He was looking down and seemed to be in a bad mood. He was still tapping on his phone. When you were hesitating whether to say hello or not, he looked up. Damn. You forced yourself to wave your hand at him and he nodded. Aren't you going to train? took a day off today, he whispered. Is this still the same as before? You were sitting next to him. Well, you look unhappy. Alright, this is the best time you've been able to comfort someone.
Recently, I've been having poor performance during exercise. I really don't know what to do. Damn it, you simply don't know how to comfort him. Sorry, actually you don't like ice hockey, so you can't help him. Nico looked up in surprise. Oh, no one here doesn't like ice hockey. Except you, you said it was an exception. Then he smiled, smiling very happily. Dog, think like this. Do you want to have dinner? The restaurant you've always liked has an event recently. That means you can do your homework while participating in that event. You don't want to make him think you're inviting him on a date. You really don't want to do that. Because Nico is kind of your friend, so you think like this. Nico looked very surprised, which made you feel very embarrassed. He nodded, and then they left. You and Nico were walking on the street. People passing by would look at the two of you and make some noises. It seemed that Nico was really a big star. For a moment, you felt very jealous. You have never been as confident as Nico. No one wants to understand you. Nico, you are really a jerk.
You ordered spicy chicken. You secretly wanted to see how Nico would eat it. In fact, you really like spicy food. Nico took a bite, and after a while, his face turned slightly red. He looked at you and said seriously, "It's very spicy." He said that to you, "It's very spicy," and that was really cute. Looking at Nico after he finished drinking five cups of water, you apologized to him and promised to order tomato omelette next time. Then you went to the opposite Tim's restaurant and bought two cups of hot chocolate. You wanted to tell him that his eyes and hair were like hot chocolate, but you didn't say it out loud. Nico seemed a little embarrassed. He took out his own computer, and you and him started doing homework. After a while, Nico stretched his legs and said, "That's enough for today. It's too late." You looked out of the window and saw that the sky had darkened. You nodded and packed up your things, walking out of the restaurant with him. Next time, come and watch me play ball, he said. You nodded and knew he was just being polite. You waved at him and then left.
The next day when you went to school, Nico's seat was empty. His seat had always been empty. It was said that there were many competitions and training activities. The students were betting on Nico again. "Do you dare to say that he will definitely become a professional player?" Dylan shouted loudly in your ear. Professional player? That sounds too far-fetched. Does that mean you'll never see him again? I'm sure he won't! It is said that a few weeks ago, a coach from a professional team came to see him, but his performance wasn't good. Danny seemed a little gloating. You got a little angry. Nico was obviously a genius. He will! You shouted loudly. Both of them seemed to be frightened. Go on, Dylan. Seeing someone support him made him happy. You stopped talking and thought about the scene when Nico was sitting alone at the station that day, feeling a little sad. He shouldn't be so helpless. He should always have that annoying confident smile.
Put on your headphones and keep listening to Green Day. Wake yourself up at the end of September and start imagining yourself as a melancholic young man from an English small town. Forget it, it's too pretentious. You changed to Avril Lavigne's song and kind of wanted to go skateboarding. Then the teacher announced that you would go to see Nico's performance on Friday.
Nico, Nico. His name is still in your mind. You feel a bit dizzy. This is your first time coming to the place where he plays. It's so cold. So what he said about coming to watch you play, that's what it meant. You found a good position with a good view. Your book fell out of your canvas bag. There's a tree in Brooklyn.
He was warming up on the ice rink, and the entire stadium was chanting his name. Many students were holding his sign. At this moment, you truly realize that Nico is truly a big star. You look at Nico and think he is the best skater in the world, the most beautiful person. Until he brutally knocked a child into the wall, you didn't realize it until then. He is really different under the ice. He is like a wolf.
The game is over, but you still decide to walk home. You enjoy being alone and spending your own time. Leia, you turn your head. Nico. He has returned to his usual deer-like appearance. You can't tell which one is him. None of you spoke. You just kept walking together. You really felt very embarrassed. You skated beautifully and performed extremely well. Nico scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed. Thank you! Then there was a silence between you. Tomorrow we'll go to the library to do our homework. Tomorrow I'll teach you how to skate. Both of you spoke at the same time. Oh my god, you two were both stunned. You easily get frightened. You life can be said to have no fun at all, let alone trying things beyond you comfort zone. You hate the cold air, but you still agreed to his request.
You watched Nico shoot one ball after another into the goal, with an astonishing amount of strength. He had taught you many times, but you still couldn't learn how to skate. He was brave, fearless, powerful, and the initial jealousy turned into pride. Later, you two went to the library, and you finished the last bit of homework together. Nico was your only friend. Then he told you that he was going to the United States. Could you still have tomato and egg noodles? Of course, you would still meet. You knew you wouldn't see each other again.
He gave you his number and you carefully saved it. In the following days, you didn't talk much. You only felt Nico's gaze, those beautiful caramel-colored eyes. You didn't understand what they meant. You smiled at him and knew that that was your countdown.
The subsequent events you can't remember clearly. All you remember is his first NHL goal, his second NHL goal, and the fact that he was the top pick in 2017. You also remember the last day at school, when Dylan loudly declared that he had won the bet. You watched him embrace his family and then go on stage. He was the first, right? Suddenly, you felt like crying. You wanted to see him again. You called his number, but it was an empty line. You opened your phone, and all the photos you had taken of him playing basketball were fake, weren't they? Group assignments, spicy chicken, his beaded bracelets were all fake, weren't they? You couldn't tell anymore. Were his beautiful caramel-colored eyes fake? You really don't know. As long as you know that Nico exists somewhere in this world, you have had your youth.
Later, you went to the stadium to watch his game. At that time, he was already the team captain. You sat behind him. You didn't react at all. You were about to cry. Nico, Nico, you were so happy. You found your friend. Until today, you only realized how significant his influence on you was. Nico, you are not a devil, you are not a puppy, you are not a wolf. At that moment, when you saw him again on the field, all those descriptions you had of him vanished. You are a star.
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