infinite gravity

Zhang's father and Zhang's mother were eating supper happily, and when they saw their son entering the door with injuries all over their body, they were so frightened that they dropped their chopsticks.

"Son, are you... being beaten?"

"I didn't pay attention when going downhill, I fell and rolled all the way down."

This was discussed by Mu Zheng and Zhang Yanxian. If they make up a story about bravely fighting gangsters, the parents will definitely question the details, so it is better to make up something lame.

"Believe it or not, it depends on your parents." That's what Mu Zheng said at the time.

Zhang Yan's injury didn't look like a fall, but Zhang's parents and mother seemed to believe it, and hurriedly took their son to the hospital for bandages.

But when Zhang Yan grinned and took the medicine, Zhang's mother suddenly asked:

"Honey, mom played the wrong note last time, what do you think should I do?"

First Young Master Zhang probably experienced something, and the Lingtai Qingming opened his eyes, and replied:

"It's okay to play it wrong. With my mother's skills and professional attitude, I will definitely not make a wrong play next time, but will perform better."

Mother Zhang smiled and said nothing.

A turmoil in the dark was calmed down silently before it stirred up waves in the bright side.

After a few days of rest, Zhang Yan went to school alive and well, and received warm condolences from her classmates.

"Uncle Zhang, I heard that your old eyesight was blurry and you fell while walking. How are your old bones?"

The greeting crowd dispersed, and the boys who often played together at the back table immediately followed up to say hello.

"Well, no matter how loose my bones are, I can knock down your boy's rebound." At the same time, he also showed off his few muscles to show his strength.

I thought the kid at the back table would make another stumbling block, but his expression changed, and he propped up the table with his hands and almost lifted most of his body on the table, almost face to face, Zhang Yan had to shake his head in disgust. Moved back.

"What are you doing, I'm not interested in men."

"Don't make trouble, have you heard that Du Hui, who is in the third grade of junior high school, was the one you hang out with every day a while ago, and he was arrested and sent to the juvenile detention center for a street fight a few days ago."

Zhang Yan mobilized all his artistic cells as the son of an artist, and asked in amazement with his superb acting skills: "Really?"

"Then can there be a fake? Parents are here!" The boy looked carefully into Zhang Yan's eyes, "You often hang out with him recently, don't you know?"

"Ah bah, what are you talking about? I just helped him by accident. He thanked me for being affectionate. I just went to eat and drink. If I don't go, I won't go. Why did this happen when I fell?"

"Yeah, the news has already spread in the school, and it will be hard for him in school in the future." The boy seemed to be very sorry for Du Hui, he sighed and sighed, and took out his homework book and pen while writing, muttering, "Still It’s good that you didn’t get along well with them, otherwise I’ll find someone to shoot with me in the future…”

It's a pity that Young Master Zhang didn't appreciate the affection of this back table plus golfer. Instead, he stared at the pen in the opponent's hand as if he was watching a sow climbing a tree.

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"Oh, my young master, you are recuperating comfortably at home. We are still in class. It is miserable. When you asked for leave, the teacher took a surprise test. I almost entered the top three honorably, the last one."

"You kid still care about grades?"

"Hey, don't you go to junior high school now? You have to plan for yourself. If you don't talk about No. [-] middle school in high school, you should go to No. [-] middle school anyway?"

Zhang Yan stroked his chin, remembering what Mu Zheng called him to say in his ear when they parted last night.

"Xiaoyan still has a long way to go in the future. My friend, he will not give up on himself because of this small mistake. He will continue to rush forward with enthusiasm, do what he wants to do well, and become a radiant existence. , continue to pass on his passion to others, right?"

Tsk tsk, Mu Zhengan is a quiet person, how can he persuade someone like talking about love?

Ah bah bah, what kind of love talk, not a couple.

But, high school...

Mu Zheng packed his schoolbag absently. The training institution did not provide meals. He always went back to school for lunch after class at noon, and then returned to the training institution to continue his classes.

The training institution closed classes early, and the school cafeteria did not serve meals so quickly. Mu Zheng was thinking whether to stay and do more questions or go back to the dormitory for a while.

dong dong dong.

There was a sound of urgency in the regularity, it was someone knocking on the window.

Mu Zheng thought it was some parent who came to pick up the child, so he just took a casual look, but Mu Zheng was dumbfounded when he looked at it calmly.

Was it my friend Zhang Yan who was lying on the window outside the classroom?

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, why don't you leave?" Zhang Yan walked in with a smile.

"Xiao Yan, why are you here? Come to me?"

"No, come to class."

Mu Zheng was even more stupid: "Class?"

"Well, I signed up for the cram school of this institution, and I will also attend classes every Saturday from now on." Yi Yizheng's tone of course

"You...don't you always hate studying the most, why come to cram school all of a sudden."

In fact, Zhang Yan's grades are not bad, they are considered average in the class. Zhang's parents and Zhang's mother don't have much hope for their son's success.

Zhang Yan also reciprocated his parents' tolerance very wittily. After all, he didn't completely put aside his studies. He listened to the class selectively, did his homework selectively, and asked Mu Zheng to help him with a surprise tutoring.But, that's all. If he wants to do more, Zhang Yan would rather spend the time playing games.

Zhang Yan like this is willing to take up Saturdays to make up lessons?Could it be that the sun will rise from the west tomorrow?

"Hey, you will definitely be admitted to the No. [-] Middle School in the future. Then I will work hard and get into the No. [-] Middle School, so that we will be classmates again!" Young Master Zhang raised his head proudly, "Why? I don't think your friend can pass the exam. Enter No. [-] High School?"

Mu Zheng smiled: "No, no, our Young Master Zhang only has things we don't want to do, and there is nothing we can't do."

Only then did Young Master Zhang let out a sigh of satisfaction, grabbed Mu Zheng's schoolbag on the table and walked out, yelling as he walked, "Let's go, let's just listen to the old aunt's lectures, but now we need more Listening to another old aunt's lecture one day starved me to death!"

Mu Zheng, who was catching up, thought of a question: "It's so far away from home, what do you do for lunch?"

"Of course it's for your meal. They say the food in the cafeteria of No. [-] Middle School is delicious. I rely on you, Brother Mu, to support me..."

The two teenagers walked further and further away side by side, only the energetic voice of the teenager remained faintly in the empty corridor.

"There are a lot of training institutions close to home, but why did you report to me so you can eat and drink with me..."

"Of course it's to stay with you for a while..."