Fake Slackers

After Xu Xia listened to her colleagues comforting her in the office, she felt that the suffocation in her heart was finally relieved, so she got up and went to class with the roster.When she walked out of the office, ten minutes had passed since the scheduled class meeting time.

Xie Yu didn't mean to be late, he went to the teaching building after sorting out everything, which wasted a little time.He was already prepared to be stopped at the door of the class, but he didn't expect the head teacher to come later than him.

Just as Xie Yu passed the window, the crowded classroom suddenly became quiet. Everyone sat upright and looked ahead, although there were no words on the blackboard.

"Students, my surname is Liu and my name is Cunhao. That's right, Liu Cunhao. I believe everyone has heard my legend more or less in the Jianghu. Last year I served as the monitor of Class [-] of Senior High School. I am very effective in managing the class. experience, but I hope that if you want to select a class committee later - don't choose me."

Everyone was as quiet as a chicken, except for one boy who was still standing with his back to the window, continuing to talk incessantly.

A very glib boy, he couldn't help gesturing back and forth in the air when he spoke: "Don't choose me, leave the opportunity to those who need it more, especially those who have never been monitors here, I think it is very necessary to give An opportunity for them to exercise themselves."

Some people around him blinked wildly at him to hint him to look out the window, but this classmate Liu Cunhao didn't understand the meaning at all: "...In short, don't choose me, what are you doing, don't wink at me, I don't have puppy love Intend."

——Until Xie Yu raised his hand and knocked on the door panel.

Liu Cunhao followed the voice and was speechless for a moment: "..."

His deskmate said in a low voice, "Brother Hao, everyone hinted so clearly just now, you are still intoxicated."

There were thousands of words in Liu Cunhao's mind and he didn't know how to say them, so he could only sit down silently, pretending that nothing had happened: "Can't you just tell the fuck if you have something to say, why are you blinking?"

Xie Yu became famous early.

As early as when they first entered the school, because of the plagiarism incident, everyone had an image of a cheating god in their minds.

At the beginning, everyone's discussions were in the same direction: this person is awesome, so awesome, he dared to cheat in the high school entrance examination, and I heard that if he doubled his original grades, he would not be able to get into the second high school.

Later, Xie Yu got into fights outside the school due to skipping classes, one against five, the whole school notified the punishment, and the big-character posters were posted on the bulletin board for nearly a whole semester.Fight to fame.

Xie Yu was standing at the door at the moment, with his schoolbag on one shoulder, his hands still in his trouser pockets, his face expressionless.

The class was already full of people, even those who didn't show up due to sick leave, when they heard about the class assignment, they asked their acquaintances to use their schoolbags to help them occupy their seats, for fear that there would be a living hell sitting next to them when the school started.

Xie Yu looked around twice, only the two seats in the last row of the second group were vacant, so he walked back slowly.

Some students whispered to each other: "How about we do this? Why don't we let them sit together? The so-called one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. If there is any chemical reaction between the two of them, will it blow up the class?"

"Then you go to sit at the same table with Xie Yu?"

"...I don't want to die yet."

After about five or six minutes, Xu Xia finally entered the class with a book in her hand: "Has everyone arrived almost, who else is missing?"

Liu Cunhao said that he should not be the class leader, but he is used to being the class leader. His body is not controlled by the brain, so he raised his hand and stood up reflexively: "Teacher, it's one short."

Xie Yu also drank some wine last night, and he was still dizzy until now, so he fell asleep on the table with his arms under his head.

Xu Xia took a few glances, her eyes lingered on someone in the last row for a while, she frowned and looked away: "Don't worry about those who didn't come. After the class meeting ends, I will go downstairs to get the books. I know where they are." Take it? Next, I will briefly talk about the main points of a few class meetings..."

Xu Xia didn't want to care about the late one, but the late one came to her door without hesitation.

"Report—" He Zhao stood at the door, very politely, "Sorry, I'm late."

The man at the door was tall, with a black T-shirt and dark blue jeans, his ankles were folded up, and he smiled casually when he spoke. At first glance, he looked like a popular figure who was usually fought over by little girls. He was a criminal. The type who can dispel anger just by looking at him.

It's not at all like those lazy gangsters who don't look like they have any shape, but they are quite energetic.

Xu Xia was a little surprised.

She hadn't taught Xie Yu and He Zhao before, but she had heard all the things that were spread everywhere. What she could imagine in her mind was a person who walked loosely, was ignorant, kicked tables and chairs at every turn, and didn't even wear clothes. Boys who can dress well.

I saw them all today—although the impression of Xie Yu was only the back of his head.

Xu Xia's child is about to go to junior high school, and she doesn't have so many little girls' thoughts. Should she dislike her or not? She was about to vent her anger on him when the words came to her lips. Before she could say anything, she saw He Zhao stretching out her hand. A person was dragged out from the side: "Please allow me to explain the reason for my lateness from the organization."

The round mirror frame stumbled from the side and was directly pulled out by He Zhao: "Hi everyone, I am Shen Jie, Class [-], Grade [-], and today I suddenly fell ill in the corridor. Thanks to classmate He's courageous actions, I have chronic... um, chronic..."

Shen Jie, who suddenly forgot what disease he had, hesitated for a long time.

He Zhao reminded him: "Chronic non-atrophic gastritis."

"Can't you set a simpler one for me?" Shen Jie said.

He Zhao: "The longer the name, the more powerful it is."

Xu Xia couldn't vent her anger.

Are these two people fooling her for a fool?

"You guys sing together, what about singing?" After she finished speaking, she pointed down the stage, "I don't want to waste everyone's time, you should find an empty seat first, just next to the one who is sleeping on the stomach."

Xie Yu, who was sleeping on his stomach, moved. He probably heard something or felt the gaze of dozens of eyes. He sat up with his head propped up, and slowly opened his eyes: "..."

He Zhao: "..."

The atmosphere is a bit strange.

Still subtle.

Liu Cunhao handed over a note to his deskmate and wrote on it: Are we going to fight?

Deskmate: I can already feel the energy fluctuating in the air, very fierce.

But under the attention of everyone, He Zhao only said two words: "Friend?"

Xie Yu: "..."

"Fate." He Zhao said again, "What a coincidence."

Although they didn't know what was going on, and didn't know when these two big brothers formed a friendship across the east and west floors, all the second and third classes of high school breathed a sigh of relief.

They had all imagined a thrilling scene of blood flowing into rivers.

Xu Xia briefly talked about some things, including seating arrangements, class committee elections, and left a few homework preparations for the subjects, and ended the first round with the concluding remark that everyone can welcome the new semester with a new look.

"There is still a little time. I will count the rosters, and the students I count will come up and introduce myself briefly."

Amidst the applause, He Zhao also casually clapped a few times.

Xie Yu felt dizzy, so he lowered his head and lay down again.

"..."

"My name is Wanda. I have many hobbies, such as reading, sports..."

"Hi everyone, my name is Xue Xisheng. I hope everyone can work together, work hard and make progress."

"Fu Pei."

"Ding Lianghua..."

He Zhao listened for a while, raised his hand and patted Xie Yu's shoulder, turned his head and asked, "Hey, do you know who Xie Yu is?"

Xie Yu lay on the table and turned to look at him: "Huh?"

A classmate on the stage was shy and spoke like a mosquito. He held back his hobbies for a long time, and finally choked out the word 'swimming'. The moment he stepped off the stage, he felt relieved.

He Zhao added, "That's the one, the non-mainstream idiot with black nail polish from the west building."

He Zhao was a little curious about the legendary boss of the West Building. He Zhao didn't pay much attention to the great achievements of Xie Yu in the West Building, but for some reason, he remembered the plot of black nail polish very deeply. Circled, I can only sigh that the real person does not show his face, the nail polish is removed as soon as it is said, and it is hard to see which one is it.

Xie Yu looked at him with a complicated expression.

"Friend, do you know?" He Zhao asked, "...Actually, I am quite interested in him, and I would like to discuss with him if I have the opportunity."

Xu Xia shouted from the stage: "Next, Xie Yu."

Xie Yu stood up slowly, without looking at He Zhao's expression now, he walked up to the stage, took chalk and wrote the word 'Xie Yu' on the blackboard.The pen is sharp and quite beautiful.

Then he threw the chalk into the chalk box, brushed off the chalk on his hands, and introduced himself briefly: "Xie Yu, and I don't wear black nail polish."

When Xie Yu said the last sentence, his eyes were fixed on a certain idiot, but that idiot surnamed He was not at all embarrassed.Even in the silence where everyone didn't know what to say, the idiot took the lead in applauding and gave his tablemate enough: "Okay! Well said!"

Xie Yu: "..."

Fuck.

When Xie Yu finished his self-introduction and returned to his seat, He Zhao stared at his hands unabashedly. Xie Yu was scribbling and scribbling on a piece of paper, when he was stared at and dropped his pen: "You are sick. ah."

He Zhao said, "Are you really unpainted? You are not like that in the legend."

Nail polish played a very important role in the legend of the boss of Xilou. At least He Chao really remembered Xie Yu's name because of non-mainstream nail polish.

"...pass a dick."

He Zhao directly grabbed Xie Yu's hand: "Don't move, I'll take a look."

Xie Yu didn't expect that he would come here directly, and when he came back to his senses, He Zhao had already grabbed his hand.

Xie Yu's hands looked delicate, even a little gentle.

Clean and slender, with distinct joints and neatly trimmed nails.

When I was young, my family was in good condition, Gu Xuelan suggested that he should learn piano, saying that his fingers were thin and long, which was quite suitable.As a result, Xie Yu had a great time hitting people. Almost every day, parents took their children to their homes, saying what happened to your children and how they beat people.

Gu Xuelan never mentioned the piano again.

Before He Zhaogang grasped it and studied it carefully, Xie Yu's whole body exploded, and he withdrew his hand: "...fuck, what's wrong with you."