做梦的空间（下）(6)

Mary was the only one counted as my friend. Although she was as perfunctory as an idler in my eyes, she kept in the top three and was the darling for her head teacher. Perhaps for the reason that she held the belief that one is a good girl only if she did well in the exam, she made deliberate attempts towards it, and having inherited the smart genes from her mother, she could get twice the result with half the effort. She was a girl with mature looks, her face was as exquisite as the movie star Yang Mi and her figure slim Angelababy when she was grown a little older. These reasons combined made her the one of every boy's dreams and the envy of each of her kind. Even if she had already attained the position of an "empress", she was not to my taste. Probably because the values Hans fostered are deeply rooted in my heart and her "fatal weakness" against them revolted me: without any creativity and imagination, the only thing she can do was to read without thinking and conform to what teacher said. So what? A student is sure to have a promising career as long as he keeps his sharpness in exams. In spite of the fact that Mary had already been spoiled like a princess by people around her, she was amiable and friendly to an outcast like me. As there had a small park in the neighborhood and both of us were keen on the slide and parallel bars in it, we run into each other at least once a week. Although I had already been labelled a future scavenger and a bricklayer, she never hit me with harsh words. On the contrary, she used to inspire me like this: