break the head

The computer class was so happy that they flew up, and the big guy walked to the computer room in another building.After all, it is a computer room with a high-end atmosphere. Looking at the floor, looking at the computer, and looking at the large vertical air conditioner, it is only a quilt.

The class has not officially started yet, but everyone has already turned on the computer very consciously. Bai Ye on the left opened a manga and looked comfortable. Fang Yuzhuo on the right entered a line in the search bar: what ----- yes Kill time.This search is really fresh and refined. Noticing the gaze from the right, he quickly turned around and said, "I didn't look at you, I'm not interested in you."

"Oh."

It's time for class, today's task is to apply for an email account online, just use your own initials, not the one that comes with you, and then send an email to the teacher.

Fang Yizhuo opened the webpage and started to register. If you use your abbreviation, if you slow down, you will be registered first by Fang Zhuo. He speeded up, typed [email protected], and pressed OK aggressively. The registration was successful, yes, it seems that a Classmate No. [-] could only settle for the second best, and he looked at the interface of Classmate No. [-] with trepidation, it showed [email protected] registered successfully.Suddenly a smile froze on his face.

Careless, have I been kicked in the head by a donkey? Looking at my account, I don’t see the visual sense of other people’s replicas. At this point, I can only accept my fate and type on the keyboard to write emails.

Dear Mr. Huang:

Hello.

I am Fang Yizhuo from Class [-] and [-] of senior high school. Maybe you will find two mailboxes that are similar. It is not a problem with students’ operation, but there is another student in our class named Fang Yuzhuo. If you don’t understand what I’m talking about, you You can find Fang Zhizhuo, he will perform a live performance and recite poems to you.

I wish you good health and success soon.

Fang Yizhuo

xx, xx, xx

Jssjfbjxhusrhsfipifsonhabjgcjfbht, Fang Yizhuo, who was doing the next task, turned into a six-fingered piano demon and beat around the word to vent his anger.

Teacher Huang knocked on the table and shouted: "Students, hurry up and do the next homework, don't do weird things on the computer, I can see it here, be careful, I will cut out your computer interface for everyone to see .”

Hearing the teacher's words, Fang Yizhuo quickly turned off Word and started programming. He is relatively familiar with computers and today's VB is basic, so he will finish it soon.He finished his homework and started playing. Many people in the class came to add him. No need to verify, just enter his name correctly. He looked around at the names of his new friends, and there was nothing wrong with it. Cut, you If you don't add me, I won't add you either.

Just a few days after the start of school, the class group was established, and the students who had finished their homework chatted in full swing in the group.A classmate sent a message: September 9th is Chu Kuang’s birthday, but the host of Bangziguo said that Chukuang has no fans, Chu Kuang will make a bet with Bangziguo, if this talk can’t be transferred on September 18th When it reaches 9, Chu Kuang will stop being a singer. If it turns to 19, the hosts of Bangziguo will apologize. The contract has already been signed. Anyone who likes to listen to Chu Kuang's songs must forward it!Not for anything else, just to fight for our Chinese people. If you can't turn it around, you are not Chinese.

Fang Yizhuo joined in the fun and replied: "It's kind of interesting, Mr. Chu Kuang is going to cry in anger, he's in a trance, hahahahaha."

Afterwards, all the words below were copied from Fang Yizhuo, and they started to line up, all saying "It's kind of interesting, Mr. Chu Kuang is going to cry in anger, he is in a trance, hahahahaha."

A person came out and disrupted the formation abruptly, and posted: "Some time ago, a person from Qingtian Town was detained for a day for messing around with messages."

……

Everyone looked at Fang Zhuo's words, and they stopped bubbling, and the topic ended.

Fang Yizhuo wondered why Fang Zhuo was so funny, out of curiosity, he clicked into the space of the honest man, and it showed: The owner has set permissions, you have no right to access, you can add as a friend...

Pooh, who cares about your space, who wants to add you as a friend.When he exited, Fang Yizhuo accidentally saw his personal information card, and suddenly his eyes lit up.This product is actually from 99, hahahahaha he can laugh at this meme for three years.

They were all born in the first month of 00 or the first month of 01, and Fang Yizhuo belonged to the latter. He couldn't hold back his excitement, and turned his head and asked, "Hey, No. 90, you are born in the [-]s. "

Fang Xizhuo replied in a neutral manner: "Well, yes."

"Oh, everyone in our class is born after 00, we are not from the same generation, so you look so old."

"It's okay, I'm not old enough to be your father."

"Are you repeating a grade?"

"I entered kindergarten late and played for two years."

Hearing this, Fang Yizhuo felt a little envious. Most of them were sent to nursery classes when they were four years old. They couldn't speak well, and they couldn't walk steadily, so they were ready to win at the starting line of life.

He said sourly: "Envy, envy, I'm afraid there will be a generation gap with you in the future, Uncle Fang, do you know what expansion is, do you know the very popular lift combination, do you know what yzgg means?"

At some point, Teacher Huang was standing behind them, his grim face printed on their computer screen. "Have you finished your homework? This way you can talk casually, and you don't have to obey the classroom discipline. You two go out and talk to me, don't waste the school's electricity."

Fang Yizhuo didn't have anything to explain, he acted boldly, it was indeed his fault for talking in class, he took the lead in stuffing the bench under the computer desk and walked out, and he could still see the dense scenery outside, but he didn't see Fang Yizhuo Come out, I'm afraid I'm admitting my mistake to the teacher, cut it.In his heart, he regarded Fang Zhuo as the kind of good student who studied hard.

After a while, Fang Zhuo came out leisurely and stood next to Fang Yizhuo.

Fang Yizhuo was puzzled: "You didn't admit your mistake, you were kicked out by the teacher, right?"

"I turned off both of our computers, don't waste electricity. By the way, this is the first time I've come out to stand for punishment."

"Yo, then you can count on my blessing, you're welcome."

"You're very happy to be skinned."

"What's the matter, you have been playing for two years longer than me, and you haven't allowed me to play a few times."

Fang Zhuo looked at the crooked-neck tree in the distance and said: "No one played with me if I said it was for fun. Because I was in poor health when I was a child, I stayed in the hospital all the time. Sometimes it's boring to think about it. When I get better I have to study, at three o'clock and one line every day, walking dead, after finishing high school and college, maybe I have to study for graduate school and Ph. You have to bring up a baby for your children, you don’t know what will happen to the baby you have, if you do bad things and cause trouble in the future, it’s better not to have a baby.”

Fang Yizhuo didn’t know how to respond to this passage of vicissitudes of life. How could he be fined to stand still and get involved in life problems, so he said casually: “It is necessary to see life so thoroughly, only dreams need to stand tall You think so far, why do you think so far away about other trivial matters, you are two years older than me, you won't see through the world of mortals, right?"

"Without indifference, there is no clear ambition, and without tranquility, there is no far-reaching."

Fang Yizhuo is really a Buddha, this is the 21st century, and he still speaks ancient Chinese and recites poems all the time, so he can't be from time-traveling, and he's still a monk.

Thinking of this, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, and then there was a thunder on the ground, which shocked Fang Yizhuo. After recovering from his senses, he saw that Fang Zhizhuo took a step forward and looked up at the sky with sudden changes in the situation. Pull back. "Be careful, don't cross through."

Fang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then he clenched his fist and pressed his mouth against his lips to hide his smile.

"You're laughing ass."

"You're naive."

"You're naive. I'm naive. You guys born in the 90s don't understand."

After a while, Mr. Huang probably realized his conscience and called them in, but get out of class was over immediately.The rain poured down as hard as the day Yiping asked her father for money, trapping students who didn't expect to bring umbrellas in the computer room.

Looking at the torrential rain in front of him, Bai Ye didn't know what was going on in his head. It could all be associated with "The Garden of Words and Leaves", and began to mutter: "There is a faint thunder, and the sky is cloudy."

Yu Pei caught a palm of the rain, and then said: "But I hope that the wind and rain will come, so I can keep you here."

Bai Ye looked like Yu Pei, his eyes were full of surprises, he didn't expect this girl with a masculine name and short hair who also looked masculine would like Makoto Shinkai's anime, "Brother Pei, you..."

Fang Yizhuo, who didn't understand the style, jumped out and patted Bai Ye, and said, "Hey, even the two of you have to recite poems. It's really particular. Can you speak human language?"

Bai Ye didn't want to talk, so he gave the other party a look for Fang Yizhuo to understand.

Sun Tingting hugged her arms and said tremblingly, "Fighter, it's raining so hard. I heard that chocolate goes better with music."

After speaking, some students began to sing: He said that the pain in the wind and rain is nothing, don't be afraid to wipe away the tears, at least we still have dreams.

Listening to the lyrics, Fang Zhuo felt that they were very suitable for his own life, just as the song sang: I always feel a sense of emptiness for some reason, and I always rely on a little alcohol to anesthetize me before I can fall asleep... The place is gloomy, with iron-like black clouds, engulfing the world bit by bit.The more I thought about it, the more I realized how boring this world was, when suddenly someone slapped me hard on the back.

"Have you heard, at least we still have dreams."

Fang Zhuo came back to his senses, and always felt that dreams were too vain, but he didn't want to break someone's current good mood, and waited silently for the rain to stop.

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Friends born in the 90s don’t hit me, let’s raise our hands and sing happy worship~