Fake Slackers

The two students sitting in the front row of the two of them pulled the chair forward little by little calmly, and dragged it on the ground making a slight sound, until their chests were pressed against the edge of the table, and their chests felt a little suffocated. Keep as far away as possible from the two big men in the row behind.

He Zhao: "You can't do it, just touch it."

"Go to hell," Xie Yu said, "don't touch me casually."

He Zhao didn't speak, and directly stretched out his hand in front of Xie Yu.

Xie Yu glanced at him, thinking of what he said just now 'I'm quite interested in him': "Want to compete?"

"Touch it, let you touch it back."

Xie Yu: "..."

The last classmate who introduced herself came down from the stage. Xu Xia coughed, implying that some two students should abide by the classroom discipline: "Today's class meeting will end here. Students who live in the school must abide by the school rules and regulations. I don't I hope to spend time after class to deal with your non-study things, so I have a good idea."

The class schedule was sent out together with the notice, and Xu Xia said again: "Liu Cunhao, you will be the temporary monitor for a few days, you have experience."

Liu Cunhao's heart was ashamed: "...ah, yes."

"Hey, what happened to that nail polish of yours?" After a 2-minute pause, He Zhao asked again.

Xie Yu felt that this person was really annoying.

The black nail polish thing.

Xie Yu didn't expect it to be able to add such a rich touch to his resume.

Almost half a year ago, there was a dance competition held in Heishui Street.

Neighborhood committees put up banners in the streets, calling on everyone to sign up, and the publicity was unprecedented.But according to the slogan, it can be seen that the target group of this competition is not teenagers at all, because it says: Regain your youth, regain your youthful self-confidence!

At that time, the U.S. visa had just been granted, and they would have to leave soon. Before leaving, they had to be dragged to sign up.

Zhou Dalei didn't know how to dance, and refused on the spot: "I don't want it, it's too shameful, what do you think - dancing with a group of aunts from the neighborhood committee? Are you crazy?"

Xie Yu also said: "Damei, this matter is not for discussion."

Not to mention the aunts of the neighborhood committee, even Xu Yanmei and Lei Ma made full preparations for this dance competition early.

Xie Yu was also dragged by Aunt Mei to the square to watch their enchanting fan dance, green fans with shiny patches.

When Lei Ma was young, she was said to be the most beautiful girl in ten miles and eight villages, but now she has eaten more than 200 catties.Finally, when they finished dancing, Xie Yu stood in the middle of the square and squeezed out three words with mixed feelings: "...that's pretty good."

Damei was very serious this time, they thought it would be a matter of 3 minutes of enthusiasm if they died, and Damei pestered them for three days.

unprecedented.

Zhou Dalei earnestly said: "Give me a reason, Damei, you give me a reason to overcome shame."

Damei sighed: "Brother, I'm leaving soon and you are so cruel, even refusing to satisfy my little wish?"

Zhou Dalei: "You might as well ask me to pick the stars in the sky for you, little rascal."

big beauty:"……"

Damei looked at Xie Yu again, Xie Yu didn't even want to say anything, and left directly: "I'm going home to eat."

In the end, I couldn't get through this little rascal.

On a dark night, Damei called two people out, and the three squatted on the curb in the cold wind. Zhou Dalei wrapped his clothes tightly, lowered his head to protect his hair, and was still blown into a fool.

"Damei, what do you want to do? In the middle of the night?" Zhou Dalei felt that sometimes brothers need to be taught a lesson, "Are you looking for a beating?"

Against the wind, Damei squatted in front of them, mobilizing her emotions: "Actually, I have been secretly in love with a girl, but I dare not confess to her. As you all know, I am leaving soon... Long-distance love is too hard, I don't want to Talking about different places, it is impossible to go to different places in this life, I just want to let her remember my cool and handsome figure before I leave."

Xie Yu: "..."

Zhou Dalei is just the age yearning for love and romance, or he might just be fooled by the cold wind at three o'clock in the morning. He sniffed his nose, hesitated for a while, and was a little shaken: "Is there no other way, to show you are cool and handsome? Is this the only figure of yours?"

In the end the game was over.

It's just that when three people lined up to sign up, the atmosphere was awkward and suffocating.

"...Honey, look at these three boys."

"Those three lads."

"Boy?"

Xie Yu and the others: "..."

Damei has a very keen sense of fashion. If it wasn't for the time limit, he might have to design a set of costumes by himself. When he took out a bottle of black nail polish, Xie Yu refused: "You so-called Cool?"

Damei said while painting: "The thief dick is cool, really, Brother Xie, you believe me. I watched several videos last night, Brother Ku dances like this."

Thanks to Damei, their stage styling is not only at the forefront of non-mainstream, but also incorporates a lot of weird elements.

On the day of the competition, Xie Yu skipped class.

In fact, they didn't rehearse well at all. Xie Yu danced awkwardly, Damei's dance was enchanting and soft but looked shameful, let alone Zhou Dalei, who actually danced really badly but thought he was very good.

In the end, the three of them just danced around on the field without memorizing the movements. The three of them always collided in various ways. You think I'm in the way, and I think you limit my performance.

Xie Yu didn't realize that he hadn't taken off his nails until he was in class the next day.

It was even worse for Zhou Dalei. He had a small e-sports competition in an Internet cafe, which was quite formal and broadcast live on a small scale.That night, tens of thousands of people watched him hold the mouse with his hand painted with black nail polish, and the other five black nails kept tapping on the keyboard.

These are not important, except that Xie Yu is more concerned about it. They didn't know who the girl was until after Damei left.

Zhou Dalei once smoked a cigarette and analyzed: "Actually, maybe, I have a bold guess. Did you say that Damei fell in love with some middle-aged aunt? It was from our neighborhood committee, but he was embarrassed, afraid that we would use secular Look at him with eyes... Damn, this question is too out of line... But if it's not, then it doesn't make sense, there is no little girl in the audience."

Xie Yu didn't go into so much detail. He Zhao heard the general idea and nodded, "Oh...the stage effect."

The emotion in his tone was too obvious, Xie Yu said: "You seem very disappointed."

He Zhao said, "Ah, a little bit."

As soon as Xu Xia announced the end of the meeting, everyone packed up their things and went out.

A few boys were giggling and standing at the door of Class [-] for quite a while, and then they opened the window, leaned on the window and shouted, "—Brother Chao, let's play ball."

Generally speaking, He Chao's popularity is very good.

He is a character who is easy to make friends with. Although the name of the boss is powerful, there are a bunch of boys in Gao Yiyuan's class who have a close relationship with him. They often make appointments to play ball or play games in Internet cafes together.

Shen Jie was also inside. When Xu Xia went out, she gave him a cold look. Just as Shen Jie wanted to say, "Let's play together", the words turned into witty and blunt words: "—I don't play, I see you Hit, my stomach still hurts a little."

He Zhao seemed to be in a good mood. Sitting on his seat, he leaned back and waved to them, "Let's go, see you at the stadium."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and took out a mask from his trouser pocket, and was about to put it on his face, as if he had thought of something, he paused, and asked by the way: "Do you want to play together?"

Xie Yu got up and walked out: "No fight."

He Zhao shrugged and said nothing.

When Xie Yu walked to the door, He Zhao suddenly called his name behind him: "Xie Yu?"

Xie Yu turned around and leaned against the door to look at him, "Fart off" and "You're annoying" were almost written on his face.

He Zhao had already put on the mask: "It's nothing, let's get familiar with the name of the new tablemate."

"..."

He Zhao said again, "Take care of me from now on, tablemate."

Gu Xuelan called Xie Yu at six in the evening.

"Have you had dinner yet? Have you seen your teachers and classmates today?" Gu Xuelan asked, "How is the person at the same table?"

Xie Yu used to have a tablemate in the first year of high school, but as his reputation got worse and worse, the teacher also took special measures against him, letting him sit alone. Gu Xuelan didn't know who heard it, but knew that he actually had a tablemate in the second year of high school. A deskmate hurriedly called to ask.

Xie Yu thought in his heart: ...It's not very good.

But in order to avoid trouble, Xie Yu said casually: "It's not bad, Sunny is cheerful and loves sports, but his grades are a bit poor."

Gu Xuelan didn't know why her son, who was always at the bottom of every exam, could so naturally dislike his new deskmate's poor grades.

She reminded her a few more words, roughly meaning not to cause trouble and to study hard. Xie Yu's reaction was flat, and she had nothing else to say except "um".

"Then I won't tell you," Gu Xuelan said, "Think about it yourself, mom can't control you, you're almost an adult...don't be so impulsive anymore."

Xie Yu said: "Well, you should go to bed earlier."

Xie Yu didn't cause trouble, but his sunny, cheerful and sports-loving deskmate made a big fuss on the first day of school.

... The skin is too bad.

Go to the basketball court to play a ball and beat a boy who is among the best in grades and has been awarded three good students every year.

Xu Xia came out of the director's office. She hadn't been trained like this for a long time, and her superiors were very angry. When this happened on the first day of school, they asked her how she managed the class and students.She stood there with her head down and was scolded for a long time. She didn't know whether it was annoyed or ashamed. Her face turned blue and red, and when she entered the office, she slammed the lesson plan on the table.

The other teachers were startled by the movement, looked up at her, and saw that Teacher Xu's expression was very bad, and no one dared to ask what happened for a while.

Liu Cunhao happened to come over to hand in the notification form signed by the parents. Xu Xia was so angry that his face was expressionless, and he spoke coldly: "Is He Zhao in the classroom? Call him over."

Liu Cunhao was actually quite scared in his heart. Although everyone said that Xie Yu in the west building was more scary and lonely and lonely, the one in the east building was more down-to-earth and quite interesting.

But he was more afraid of He Zhao.

He had seen He Zhao fight with his own eyes.

It was still in the first year of high school. In the middle of class, he suddenly had a stomachache. He raised his hand to signal the teacher to go to the toilet. He grabbed a tissue and ran outside. When he ran over, he saw a sign saying "under maintenance" at the door of the toilet.

He was going to the next floor to solve his physical needs, when he heard someone crying and begging for mercy in the toilet: "I was wrong...don't hit me, I was wrong..."

Liu Cunhao paused, stepped in with one foot, and carefully glanced inside.

With a cigarette between two fingers, He Zhao stood in front of a boy kneeling on the ground.

Although He Zhao was wearing a school uniform, the word "rule" had nothing to do with him.He Zhao squinted his eyes, and exhaled a puff of smoke. When he wasn't smiling, he felt cold to the bone, and there was a kind of arrogance in an extremely depressed state.

——It's completely different from his usual gag, talking and laughing.

He flicked the cigarette ash, his eyes were full of haze, then he knelt down and grabbed the man's hair directly to force him to look up: "You are very courageous?"

The author has something to say: He Zhao: I don't like fighting, I'm a pacifist...