That was when I was in the first grade of junior high school. I wore braids and square-rimmed glasses, hiding my expression behind the glasses. This was not a dress I made, but my father asked my mother to do it for me.

Yes, he said, girls who like books should dress like this.

I know that my hairstyle is very old-fashioned whether it is around or in books, but I have no need to contradict my father. For me, having books is enough.

"Don't you think this hairstyle is old-fashioned? No one wears this hairstyle now. You will definitely be discriminated against." She has complained several times.

"It's okay, I don't need to make friends." I replied every time.

"If it were me, I would let my hair down. That long hair flowing like ink looks so handsome. People will definitely fall in love at first sight when they see it." She likes long and straight black hairstyle, but I can only do it when I see her.

I put my hair down after taking a shower at home and lying on the bed. No one except me and her had ever seen that kind of hairstyle.

"Hey, look at that guy. She has the same old-fashioned hairstyle as you. I really don't know what her parents are thinking." She pointed at a girl and laughed.

I noticed a gaze that had been looking at me timidly. I turned my head and was surprised to see a girl with the same braid. Her eyes were full of pure yearning and expectation, with an innocence I rarely see.

My memory is very good, which is one of my few advantages. It allows me to get good grades without spending too much effort in my studies, so that I can ask my father to buy more books for me.

I clearly remember that a day ago, that girl should have had straight hair.

I rarely get such admiring looks, so I smiled at her, which is one of the few expressions I have learned.

"If you don't know what expression to use, just smile." This is what she told me. It is said that this is a famous line from a very powerful animation.

I haven't watched the anime, but this line is definitely remembered by me.

After seeing my smile, the girl's face suddenly turned red and she hurriedly turned her head away as if she was shy. This is an expression that girls of this age often make, and I was not surprised.

"I guess that girl might just be paying attention to your hairstyle and thinks your complicated hairstyle is cool. I bet she will change to another hairstyle within two days." She vowed.

"That's not certain." I responded to her softly.

Since then, I began to pay attention to that girl. "Her" name is Inoue Yao. Inoue Yao is different from me. She seems to be very eager to communicate with other people. Although I have never cared about it, I know

, those girls showed a contemptuous fake smile, just like the smile she often showed to me.

However, the girl happily accepted the smile, as if it was a gift from Nuo Da.

I was very interested in "her" and wanted to know "her" behavior pattern. That was the first time I was interested in a girl.

She took the initiative to take on this task. When I was reading, she could still observe Inoue Yao at any time, and she would take the initiative to tell me whenever she saw something of interest.

Inoue Yao did not change her hairstyle as easily as she said, and always wore a somewhat rustic braid. "She" seemed to be very concerned about making friends. Every time she had difficulty communicating with others, "she" would always

He looked at me and seemed to be encouraged, so he started talking to the other person again, even though the other person was still secretly sarcastic about himself in the previous sentence.

Could it be that normal communication of feelings is so precious to other people? I am very confused.

Inoue Yao also came to me several times, seeming to be hesitant and afraid. At this time, I showed what I thought was a friendly smile and encouraged "her" to speak.

But every time I smiled, "she" suddenly turned red and couldn't say a word. She blushed and stamped her feet and ran away from me.

"Maybe this idiot has fallen in love with you." She said with a wicked smile.

I don't agree with this. Although there are many plots similar to this in the books I read, they are all love affairs between men and women. I don't think this girl likes me.

Three years passed like this. Maybe Inoue Yao was tired of the braided hairstyle. Maybe "she" wanted to change her image. From a certain day, "she" changed her hairstyle and put a little pink on her face.

, dressing herself up to be more dazzling than any other girl in the class.

"She" seemed to be very concerned about my opinion and looked at me with uneasy eyes. I just smiled back as usual, hoping that this smile could give "her" some encouragement.

Braided braids are not suitable for making friends. This is something I have known since I was in elementary school. This girl didn’t realize it until now. She is really stupid and a little cute.

"She" may think that changing her hairstyle may cause dissatisfaction from me, but I am happy to see it. It should be said that it is great that "she" can notice this. The impact of hairstyle on people is very important.

There must not be many people willing to talk to a visual human with colorful hair, right? Except her, of course.

Since then, "her" status in the class has changed. The boys discuss "her" secretly, while the girls make friends with "her" in the hope that they can get a higher evaluation of themselves by making friends with "her".

"She" seemed to enjoy this change and began to actively accept this kind of life. The expressions on her face also became more cheerful and active.

Within a few days, "she" was spotted by the new young head teacher in the third year of junior high school, who gave "her" more attention than the ordinary teacher-student relationship. "She" didn't seem to notice.

, but the atmosphere in the class has faintly changed.

His lectures are interesting and his clothes are fashionable. Most of the people in the class have a favorable attitude towards him and are deeply loved. However, she told me that this guy is a beast in clothes. Although he looks pretty good, he has several

The accounts on social networks use different words to treat different girls every time. I don’t know how many people have slept with him.

I can also feel that there is a kind of animal desire hidden in his eyes, just like a wolf selecting prey. Once the prey is identified, it will bite madly until the opponent stops resisting.

He chose "her".

His superficial skills were so good that "she" was completely unaware of it and accepted his caring care without any precaution. I could see from the eyes that "she" seemed to like this person.

"That fool must have been deceived." She clicked her tongue disdainfully.

"As long as she likes it, it doesn't matter as long as you and I are willing to do this kind of thing." I answered her nonchalantly and turned the book to the next page.

Recently I was reading The Tale of Genji. Murasaki Shikibu is a rare female writer in history. Her writing style is very delicate. Every time I read her words, I can feel a kind of sadness.

Maybe, she is a literary girl like herself. She sits at the table with braids and carefully reads one book after another. She is impressed by the stories in the book and sighs.

"Women of her time were locked at home, and there was nothing else to do besides reading. You are completely different from her. There are many things you can do. Why don't you try dyeing your hair?

?I think white hair should be pretty good." She suggested to me.

"No." I have no plans to change my hairstyle. My unpopularity is all my own fault. It's me who wants to dress myself up to look like I'm far away from others. It's impossible for her not to know this. Even if I can

There are many things to do, but for me, there is nothing else I like except books.
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