Fake Slackers

There is an internal group in the second and third classes of high school.

Almost every class has an internal group, the function is to guard against teachers and realize freedom of speech.There are teachers of all subjects in the large group, and some things are inconvenient to say. It’s okay if you meet a teacher who gets along well with the students, but menopausal women like Xu Xia are usually serious and dignified. generation gap.

But the internal group of the third class is a bit special.

Not only to guard against the teacher, but they also have to guard against two special characters who dominate the campus.

[Anonymous A]: ... I heard that He Chao beat Yang Wenyuan?

[Anonymous B]: I have a friend who is in the same class as Yang Wenyuan. He said that he was severely beaten and is still lying in the hospital.

[Anonymous C]; Yang Wenyuan from Class [-]?

The news in the internal group has been shaking, Liu Cunhao looked at the word "Yang Wenyuan", and the picture in his memory that made his liver tremble with fear gradually overlapped with this name.

"Don't hit me... I was wrong..."

He Zhao grabbed the man's hair and said softly, "Did I warn you, did I fucking warn you?"

Yang Wenyuan knelt on the ground, he was very thin, his face was covered with pimples, and he looked bumpy.The tiled floor of the toilet was not clean, and there were still a few puddles of water stains. He cried and said, "Please let me go."

When Liu Cunhao asked He Chao to go to the teacher's office, Shen Jie happened to rush over to play. He prepared his own chair and sat next to He Chao, without any sense of being a "student in another class": "That, the one by the window, trouble Draw the curtains."

He Zhao said, "Who are you ordering? Pull it away yourself."

Shen Jie got up and closed the curtains, then sat back down.His next class was physical education class, so he had too much time to spare. Seeing that He Zhao had been holding the phone in his hand and never put it down, he asked curiously, "Brother Chao, what are you playing?"

He Zhao ignored him, moved to Xie Yu's side, and showed him the phone screen: "Master, help me as a staff officer again?"

Xie Yu sent him two words: "Get out."

"..."

Shen Jie was extremely curious: "Show me, I'll come, I'll help you as a consultant."

"Get out," He Zhao said, "Go back to your class and cool off."

Shen Jie persevered, and finally took a sneak peek.In the pink interface, a cartoon girl with fluttering long hair is standing beside the closet in a set of white underwear, blinking her eyes.

Shen Jie was startled, and said incoherently: "This... Could it be that... that..."

"That dress-up game that countless elementary school girls are obsessed with." Xie Yu said calmly.

He Zhao played the whole class, and Xie Yu was also harassed by him for a whole class.

Every time He Zhao finished matching the clothes with confidence, the scores he got were not satisfactory. He tried a level many times, and finally threw it in front of Xie Yu: "At the same table, can you help me?"

Putting on clothes is like playing cards, it may require a bit of luck, Xie Yu was really annoyed by him, so he ordered a few: "Are you mentally handicapped... this kind of game? ID is soft and obedient? It's very deep into the play."

Xie Yu finished counting casually and came out with an unexpectedly high score.

"A master," He Zhao praised sincerely, "This is such an ugly outfit, but it can score such a high score."

Shen Jie felt that the world was in a trance for a while, and he would rather believe that there was something wrong with his own taste: "Huh? This game... is it fun? What's unique about it?"

He Zhao was thinking carefully about how to match his next outfit, so he didn't have time to pay attention to him.

Xie Yu copied the homework in twos and twos, closed the book and said, "What's unique? Especially mentally handicapped."

Liu Cunhao entered the classroom directly from the back door. He stood in front of He Zhao: "Go to the teacher's office, and Teacher Xu will look for it."

He Zhao responded casually, and didn't take it seriously at all. After a while, he raised his head and found that Liu Cunhao was still standing in front of him: "...do you have anything else to do?"

Liu Cunhao seemed to hold back a sentence for a long time, and finally he plucked up the courage to say: "Don't think you can do whatever you want, Yang Wenyuan was beaten like this by you..."

Upon hearing this, Shen Jie quickly interrupted: "Wait a minute. Yang Wenyuan? What?"

During the 10-minute break, the class was very noisy, and no one noticed what they were talking about in this corner.

However, He Zhao understood. He suppressed his smile, put away his phone, and said thoughtfully, "Ah, that's it."

Shen Jie: "...what kind?"

Xie Yu stayed out of the matter and did not respond.

Liu Cunhao was actually very scared, but his brain became hot - he once blamed himself, and when he saw his classmates being bullied, he didn't go up to stop him, and his first reaction was to turn around and run away. Now the new hatred and old hatred are added together, a little excited .

Besides, He Zhao's expression turned cold now, Liu Cunhao was afraid that he would really offend him.

But He Zhao just threw the phone to Xie Yu: "Do me a favor, help me pass two more levels, I have to surpass that sweet milk pudding in the friend list earlier today."

Xie Yu held the phone, and before he could refuse, He Zhao had already left.

The school bell just rang.

Shen Jie dragged the chair and walked out. Before leaving, he murmured in confusion: "...What beating? When did Brother Chao beat Yang Wenyuan? No, have I lost my memory?"

After this trip, He Zhao didn't come back to class all day.

When I came back the next day, I was as if nothing had happened.

A teacher couldn't hold back and asked Xu Xia: "Mr. Xu, what happened to He Chao in your class? Has it been dealt with?"

Xu Xia was furious: "He refuses to admit it, what can we do with him?"

After He Zhao was called over, his face remained unchanged throughout the whole process, and he asked Yang Wenyuan for the hospital injury report like a prosecutor, asking him to explain clearly how he was beaten for each injury.

That child Yang Wenyuan was too frightened to speak.

Xu Xia felt that there was no need to investigate this matter at all. A sensible person would know what was going on at a glance. She asked He Zhao to admit his mistake, apologize and write a self-criticism.

He Chao Leng didn't want to. Although he was smiling, his tone was cold: "What are you apologizing for? Yang Sanhao, you are very skilled at touching porcelain, and you can say that I hit you as soon as you touch your mouth."

Xu Xia couldn't remember anymore, she waved her hand: "Don't talk about him, it makes my chest hurt."

"Is it more than sweet milk pudding?" He Zhao pinched, stepped on the class bell, walked in from the back door, stood next to Xie Yu, curled up a finger, bent over and knocked on Xie Yu's desktop, "Hello. "

Morning self-study is always used to catch up on sleep, Xie Yu got a headache from being hit by him: "What a fart, go play by yourself."

He Zhao sat down and asked again, "What about my cell phone?"

Xie Yu touched the inside of the table twice, and when he found it, he threw it over.

He Zhao took it with one hand, opened it and found that the battery was dead.

Yesterday, the incident between He Chao and Yang Wenyuan caused an uproar in the grades, and rumors spread everywhere.

I have long heard that these two school bullies like to cause trouble, but they are basically conflicts with people outside the school. They didn't happen around me, and they can still be talked about as legends after dinner, and they sighed a few times.

But now that He Chao has come out like this, he is still playing a well-recognized good student in his grade.

[Anonymous A]: He came to class today...Wow talking to Xie Yu.

[Anonymous A]: Dick or Xie Yu Diao, fearless.Terrible, I dare not move.

[Anonymous B]: Yang Wenyuan was discharged from the hospital today, and Shen Jie grabbed him by the collar and scolded him shamelessly in class... Is there really something hidden?

[Anonymous C]: What kind of secrets can there be? If you become angry from embarrassment, Shen Jie is not a good student.

Xie Yu slept in for an early self-study session.

He Zhao didn't know who borrowed the power bank, and sat on the side with his head down to play with his phone.

The first class after morning self-study was Xu Xia's class. As soon as Xu Xia entered the classroom, she pointed to He Zhao and said, "Go out to class for me, stand at the door, and don't stay in the classroom."

Seeing Xu Xia's attitude, the people in the class became more and more certain about the "beating incident".

Most likely, this person must have beaten him.

He Zhao didn't care, and without further ado, he went out with his mobile phone and power bank.

Xie Yu glanced at his back. The uniform of the whole school, He Chao can really wear the posture of a good student. His waist is tall and straight, his clothes are clean, and he doesn't pull the zipper very low like others. , but the mobile phone and the long charging cable in his hand exposed his true nature.

He Zhao didn't know if he sensed that someone was looking at him, and turned his head when he walked to the door.

Before Xie Yu could turn his head back, Xu Xia stood on the stage and said, "Xie Yu, are you so reluctant to be at the same table as you?"

Xie Yu, who lay innocently lying on the gun: "..." Fuck?

"So you can't bear him, so you go out and stand with him." Xu Xia said again, "Go out."

At the gate of Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School, there were two people standing in the first class in the morning.

"That's interesting," He Zhao got stuck in a dead corner, while charging his phone while playing a dress-up game, he lowered his head and said, "Can't bear me?"

Standing beside him, Xie Yu really didn't know what to say, and responded to him with a meaningful monosyllabic word: "Heh."

He Zhao: "..."

Xie Yu just didn't really want to see Xu Xia's appearance, and he wished to have all the complaints written on his face.

From the day he returned to school, he could sense that the homeroom teacher was obviously prejudiced against them. No matter what was going on in He Zhao's case, who was right and who was wrong, she had already gone through this matter, and incidentally looked down on Xie Yu. Dangerous goods that have not been exploded, I think these two are the same kind of people anyway.

Besides, watching Xu Xia keep rolling her eyes at them, he was afraid that there might be something wrong with her eyes.

"Master, take a look, is this plaid skirt more beautiful, or that pink one?" He Zhao's persistence in the dress-up game can be said to be touching. "Or change clothes?"

Xie Yu watched him play for a long time, and somewhat summed up some rules that can't be called rules: "Choose the ugly one."

He Zhao asked, "Are you serious?"

Xie Yu: "I think if you play this game backwards with your aesthetics, there may be unexpected effects."

It was obviously a bad word, but He Zhao really listened to it. He thought for a while and said, "Fuck, I think your idea is very good."

"..."

"You have great ideas."