I have an online dating relationship with the school grass next door

After Lin Xiaoyang arrived at school, he didn't go directly to the classroom, but went back to the dormitory to put the suitcases in order, and then strode to the classroom with his hands in his pockets.

At this time, there were not many people in the classroom. Several boys each occupied one side of the charging socket to fight in the game battlefield. The only girl was leaning on the window to make a phone call, her eyebrows were beaming, and her movements were rich.

Whether the person on the opposite side could see the girl's movements was doubtful for the time being, but Lin Xiaoyang wanted to laugh when he saw how lively the art committee member of their class was.

He walked back to his seat, took off his schoolbag, and pulled out a data cable from the depths of the schoolbag.The boy sitting next to the podium caught a glimpse of him, shook his phone and said hello: "Brother Yang!"

"Hey." Lin Xiaoyang looked around, okay, a bunch of grandchildren, not a single socket was left for him.

"Brother Yang, are you playing? Let's make you one."

"Don't play." Lin Xiaoyang twisted the data cable twice in his hand, "The phone is out of battery, what are you playing, I'll go next door to charge it."

The small classroom next door is usually not locked, Lin Xiaoyang wandered in, and when he opened the door, he was choked by a strong smell.

The small classroom is quiet and quiet, and no one cares about a few charging ports. There is a plastic bag on the desk, which contains the garbage left over from the takeout that several people ate on Saturday.Lin Xiaoyang endured his nausea and plugged in the plug, held his nose and sent the garbage home.

Back in the small classroom and turned on the phone, the chat message on the screen was still on Ahan's last reply more than an hour ago.

A-Han: [Then let's talk when you arrive, don't get motion sickness, my heart hurts. 】

I feel bad.

Lin Xiaoyang stared at those three words for a while, he didn't understand love, but even if he didn't understand, he would say——

Ah!cold!real!good!

Lin Xiaoyang suffered from motion sickness since he was a child, a particularly severe kind.From the private car to the bus, he has no doubt that he can bump over on a tractor.

When he and Ahan first got together, Ahan didn't know what was wrong with him, and was frightened by his sudden disappearance for a few minutes.After Lin Xiaoyang explained his motion sickness to him, Ahan remembered it.

Retweet him the blog post about alleviating motion sickness, and from time to time Amway some good motion sickness medicine, all kinds of things, especially warm.

Lin Xiaoyang thought of Duan Han who used his routine to harm others and benefit himself.

...It really is the difference between cloud and mud, and the difference between immortals and animals.

"Brother Yang, hey, I just said you're nesting here."

He Jun pushed the door open and came in. Seeing the mobile phone Lin Xiaoyang was holding, he quickly closed the door again: "Brother, you are facing the door, you are so brave."

"There is no teacher patrolling at this point, why are you panicking?" Lin Xiaoyang was indifferent, lowered his head and sent out the newly edited message: "What are you doing?"

"Don't do anything—Brother Trumpet calls you, I'm just a messenger." He Jun shrugged his shoulders, "Hurry up, I'm looking for you."

Lin Xiaoyang clicked his tongue, left the phone where it was, and went to accept the summons.

"Brother Trumpet" is as the name suggests, with a loud voice like a broken copper trumpet. When the old man roars, the bison on the roadside trembles three times.

Lin Xiaoyang was his favorite student, so he naturally received more watering and love from this gardener.

It's all over.

"Old Luo, I'm coming in."

Lin Xiaoyang knocked on the office door three times and walked in. Inside, Lao Luo—Brother Trumpet was still slurping instant noodles, his mouth full of oil.Seeing his lover, he stretched out his hand and said, "Sit!"

As soon as Lao Luo opened his mouth, the instant noodle soup Xingzi flew to the pages of the book on the table, leaving little yellow spots on it.Lin Xiaoyang pulled a chair from the side and sat down, and then the naughty old Luo asked, "What do your parents say about the cram school?"

My parents are of course...

I don't know at all.

Lin Xiaoyang was stunned - after all, he completely forgot to tell Lao Lin and Ms. Ke about this matter!

Lao Luo carefully observed his words and expressions: "Parents don't agree?"

Lin Xiaoyang shook his head.

Lao Luo understood: "Then don't worry about it." He threw the plastic fork for eating instant noodles into the instant noodle bucket, and slapped his hand on the table: "I'll tell you, just tell your parents, don't eat it at all." Worry. Our competition cram school has been reported to the higher authorities! It’s completely regular! And just this teacher—"

"Lao Luo, Mr. Luo, don't get excited." Lin Xiaoyang quickly reached out his hand to suppress his emotions: "My parents don't know."

Lao Luo: "..."

It's not easy, the 40-year-old teacher is like a chicken whose neck is stuck in the middle of crowing.

In the end, Lao Luo managed to smooth out the breath, and when he looked down, he found that the fork that had just been thrown into the bowl had already sunk to the bottom and turned into a plastic Atlanta fork.

Lao Luo: "..."

I didn't read the old calendar when I went out.

"Okay, give me your parents' contact information, and I'll tell them, will it work?" Lao Luo stretched out his hand to Lin Xiaoyang, "Write to me."

Lin Xiaoyang bowed his head and wrote down Ms. Ke's contact information.

Lao Luo put away the note, and was not in a hurry to contact Lin Xiaoyang right now. He knocked on Lin Xiaoyang's forehead: "Okay, then you can go away first. The results of this test will not come out in a few days, so don't be nervous. Xixi ruined myself, do you understand?"

"Understood, the little one is leaving."

Lin Xiaoyang was kind and quick to leave the office.

He turned directly back to the small classroom, where He Jun was also there, standing by the window with his feet on the iron bars behind, looking at his phone.Lin Xiaoyang observed carefully, and found that this guy was still learning the posture he held back that day.

"Don't hold back, don't be awkward, can't you just be yourself, congratulations?" He walked over and kicked He Jun's calf lightly, "It's all cramp."

"Hey, Brother Yang, what are you doing!" He Jun was so startled that he withdrew his legs and jumped to the side, "Scared me to death——no, why don't I stop being myself?"

Lin Xiaoyang rolled his eyes and said nothing.

He Jun pursed his lips, and finally returned to his usual way of standing on one leg while standing idly by.

He asked casually, "What did Brother Trumpet want from you just now?"

"For the cram school, it's just the competition class. Are you going?" Lin Xiaoyang replied.

"I'm definitely going, my mother can't wait to enroll me in [-] classes." He Jun said, "I heard that some important classes are mixed up, don't you have a problem with that third middle school class? , you two don't fight then."

As soon as Duan Han was mentioned, Lin Xiaoyang remembered his coquettish "strike up" and "cola spermicide" operation today, and immediately got goosebumps: "Fuck."

"It's okay if you don't say it." Lin Xiaoyang put down the phone, and slowly straightened his back, "I suddenly feel panicked now that you said that."

He Jun: "Huh?"

What are you panicking about?Afraid of beating people up?

Lin Xiaoyang really panicked.

His parents and Duan's mother next door couldn't do anything, just because they were on the way, they could force him and Duan Han to go to school together.If you are still in the same cram school, then, then——

It's really sad to go to and from get out of class with Duan Han on weekends.

The author has something to say: Lin Xiaoyang: This is a blueberry.

Lin Xiaoyang: This is a strawberry.

Lin Xiaoyang: Meeting you, Duan Han, is my bad luck.

For physical reasons, these chapters are all 2000, after resting, they will be 3000 (waiting for signing.) Forgive me!