Fake Slackers

After Xie Yu finished speaking, He Chao remained silent for a long time.

Just when he thought this topic would end like this, He Zhao suddenly said, "I think I'm a handsome group."

The two of them were lying side by side on the playground, their postures were a bit wild, and they were so tired that they didn't have time to care about their image. He Zhao opened his hands in a large shape and found that his body temperature was several degrees hotter than the playground floor.

Xie Yu didn't have the strength to laugh at him, he was always convinced by this person's thick skin, he moved his legs and wanted to kick twice, but he missed, because He Zhao suddenly sat up on his back.

He Zhao added: "Really, have you ever seen someone who is more handsome than me? There are so many people who can know me..."

Xie Yu said, "You're still in good spirits."

He Zhao: "Even the pen fairy said no."

Xie Yu recalled the evening self-study when they played pen fairy, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

"Yes, who said no," Xie Yu thought of joking, looked at him, then raised his finger and pointed at himself, "Your uncle me."

He Zhao: "Master?"

Xie Yu responded casually: "No, grandson."

"You fucking, take advantage of me, kid."

Suddenly two generations lower in seniority, He Zhao smiled and pulled Xie Yu's collar, pretending to be fierce, but he couldn't control his strength, and he didn't expect Xie Yu to lie down and let him not fight back.

Accidentally pulled over his head, and the collar was pulled wide open.

Xie Yu's skin was originally fair, but after running and exposed to the sun, it looked slightly reddened, and the redness showed through from underneath.The young man was lean and handsome, even a little seductive.

"Who is taking advantage of whom?" Xie Yu patted He Zhao's hand, "let go."

He Zhao let go, sat there in a daze for a while, then simply lay back down again, and said dryly, "You...you are in good shape."

Xie Yu responded with kindness: "Thank you, you are also good."

The chaotic thoughts in his head stopped abruptly, and He Zhao almost forgot what he was bothering about just now.

But He Zhao still felt hot, from his throat all the way to his chest where he couldn't breathe well, an indescribable heat.

Some burned.

He Zhao didn't know what to think, his mind was in a daze, and he sneaked a glance at his crotch.

……

Xie Yu didn't know that He Zhao's train of thought took several turns and ran away. He lay down and looked at the sky for a while, and closed his eyes again when he was tired.

The surroundings were very quiet, and he heard the sound of He Zhao's breathing.

And the heartbeat of the other party that has not stopped until now.

After a while, Xie Yu closed his eyes and asked, "The heart rate is too fast, are you tired?"

He Zhao wiped his face, not knowing what to say: "Ah, yes... I'm very tired from running."

Luo Wenqiang ran about ten laps, and collapsed on the ground after running, half a playground away from them.

After resting enough, he went to the canteen to buy water, and brought two bottles for two classmates who were running crazy. He walked across the playground, walked to Xie Yu and He Zhao, squatted down, and passed the water: "Wow, You two, fifteen laps? Did you really run fifteen laps?"

Ice water, still steaming.

Xie Yu: "Thank you."

He Zhao sat up and took the water, unscrewed the cap and poured most of the bottle with his head upside down: "Whether you're strong or not, if you're afraid, it's [-] rounds."

"Amazing," Luo Wenqiang explained his intention of coming, "So, for the autumn sports meeting, let's go for a long-distance run."

The topic changed too quickly, and He Zhao was so busy bragging, he didn't realize it for a moment: "Huh?"

It was the first time someone invited Xie Yu to participate in a group activity. Long-distance running was fine, but the sports committee of the third class was too active. If there were no accidents in the sports meeting, it would take another half a month, and there was no announcement of the specific time.

But Luo Wenqiang himself shook his head and said: "Oh, life is but a snap of the fingers."

Xie Yu: "..."

He Zhao: "..." Brother, your ideological awareness is a bit high.

After chatting for a while, they got up and went back to the classroom.

Walking all the way in the corridor, I found that all the classes had been fried, and the quiet appearance could not be maintained, and it was too noisy.

"It's so noisy." Passing Class [-], Shen Jie and the others were still singing karaoke. He Zhao plugged one ear with his finger, not wanting to be tortured, and said, "Why is our class pulling the curtains so silently? Tight, being so silent is not like our usual style."

As He Zhao said, he pushed open the back door of Class Three.

A movie is playing on the big screen, halfway through the movie.

As the class monitor, Liu Cunhao was obliged to move a chair and sit on the edge of the podium. Whenever there was any movement outside the door, he dragged his mouse to turn off the movie.

"Scared me." Seeing them coming in, Liu Cunhao called out the movie again, "I thought who it was, come on, let's continue watching. Those who want to raise their bets go to Wanda and buy it." Let go."

The curtains are drawn tightly and the lights are all turned off, which really makes them feel like a small theater.

Xie Yu didn't understand: "What are you doing?"

"Guess who's the murderer," Wanda introduced to them, "This is a suspense film, fifty cents a share, do you place your bet, sir?"

"No, no, it's not fair to me and Lao Xie. I don't know what I said earlier," He Zhao said, and then praised, "But you are very business-minded, I have to admit that."

The grade carnival lasted less than half an hour, and was broken by Director Jiang himself: "Okay, I'm going to approve a test paper, you guys want to turn the world upside down, don't you?"

Mad Dog scolded all the way from Class [-]: "Class [-] regards the classroom as a KTV, and everyone in your class is very thoughtful about the movie theater. Do you know how you did in this exam, and you are so happy, so happy?!"

He Zhao leaned into Xie Yu's ear and said, "It's death anyway, it's better to die in peace."

Director Jiang pointed to the last row: "What are you talking about, whispering, fifteen laps are not enough?"

Just as He Zhao wanted to say "I didn't say anything", the good Chinese deskmate next to him stabbed him directly - Xie Yu repeated what He Chao said just now.

The whole class burst into laughter.

"If you want to die so much, I'll let you go." Director Jiang was furious, "He Zhao, get out of here and stand in the corridor."

"..."

He Zhao got used to it, and the posture of getting out was quite skillful.

Director Jiang seemed to have a few small essays left in his mouth, so he called He Zhao out to wait for training, and he was still talking non-stop in the third class.He Zhao was tired from standing, so he took two steps back secretly, leaning on the edge of the back door frame and chatting with Xie Yu: "Little friend, you are very dishonest."

Xie Yu replied: "You are very annoying."

"...We have found a countermeasure to deal with the lateness of boarding students." Director Jiang talked about class discipline and being late for dormitory. the power of."

The strength to get up.

This **** obviously felt the desire to kill.

In the early morning of the next day, the radio in the dormitory building was loud, and the song "Serving the country with allegiance" rang in everyone's ears.

"War smoke rises from the mountains and rivers to look north, dragons roll up, and horses neigh~"

"I would like to defend the land and open up the frontiers, and the majestic China will let the Quartet~"

Heroic and passionate, grand and ambitious, enough to arouse the passionate soul of every good man in the motherland!A sense of mission arises spontaneously, and the passion for learning is constantly boiling!

At six o'clock in the morning, everyone in the dormitory building was indeed boiling.

They got up from the bed, didn't even have time to put on their slippers in a hurry, opened the door to ask, and cursed two words at the same time: "Fuck!"

"What's the matter, what's the situation, six o'clock, let people sleep?"

"Who the hell is singing?!"

He Zhao pulled up the quilt, planning to get through a song.

In the end, it was really a pain in the head from the broadcast, and there was an endless stream of cursing outside the door. I couldn't bear it anymore, and sat up with my hands on my hands: "...what are you doing?"

After sleeping all night, all the aftereffects of running [-] laps yesterday came back, especially the ankle that was injured not long ago, it is still a bit difficult to withstand the high-intensity long-distance running.

He Zhao scratched his hair, got out of bed, stepped on his slippers and slowly walked to the door, opened the bedroom door, and yelled a few words: "Is it so coquettish, it's okay to serve the country faithfully."

He Zhao's volume is not high, but his voice is very recognizable, and his tone is always slightly raised, mixed with casual banter.

Someone saw him and stopped complaining: "Morning brother Chao."

He Zhao didn't say anything, he yawned and raised his hand to signal to the man, then he walked to the opposite door and stopped, knocking on the door and calling Xie Yu out of the mentality of being blessed and suffering together: "Old Xie, get up, old Xie... how about this?" Can you all sleep?"

He Chao's hair was messed up, his clothes were not tidy, he knocked for a while and no one answered, just so happened that 'Serving the Country with the Loyalty' also stopped, and was about to go back and get some sleep, when the door in front of him opened with a creak.

"You fucking never finished paying back." Xie Yu took out the earplugs stuffed in his ears, leaned against the door and looked at him, "Fast if you have any."

Regardless of whether Xie Yuhuan welcomed him into the house or not, He Zhao walked in from his side and said, "I'll find you for breakfast."

Xie Yu didn't close the door, and stood at the door looking at him, with three words 'get out' ready to come out of his eyes.

He Zhao pretended not to see it.

Although the song on the radio stopped, Director Jiang's speech had just begun: "Hello? Can you hear me, ah, good, good morning, students. The so-called plan for a day lies in the morning..."

He Zhao was startled: "Fuck, it's not over yet?"

Xie Yu raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

In this way, even if he wanted to sleep, he couldn't sleep, so he just closed the door and turned to wash.

"Yesterday's math, really, the math teacher will be moved to tears." Xie Yu was brushing his teeth, while He Zhao leaned against the wall and stood at the door of Duwei, arguing with him, "You just wait for him to praise me, I have never had such a good sense of answering questions, I know every question..."

After Xie Yu finished brushing his teeth, he splashed some water on his face with his hands.

When He Zhao said "I'm sure I'll pass this time", Xie Yu finished wiping his face and threw the towel directly on He Zhao's face.

It's good that he didn't mention this, but Xie Yu was tired of mentioning the monthly exam paper, and thought to himself, you failed as a fart.

"What are you doing?" He Zhao took the towel off his face, "Get up angry?"

Xie Yu put his hands on the edge of the zipper of his trousers, and pulled the zipper down a little bit with his fingers. It was obvious what he wanted to do: "Close the door and roll away."

"Why are you shy, everyone is a man."

He Zhao said that's what he said, but turned around and walked towards the desk in a very cooperative manner.

Xie Yu unzipped his pants and ignored him.

During the math test yesterday afternoon, Xie Yu asked He Zhao how he was doing in the middle of the test in order to know the control area.

The questions on this set of test papers are basically after-school exercises, and only some minor changes have been made, such as changing 10 to 20. If the test is too low, it really looks like a mental retardation.

When He Zhao said he got a good answer, he believed it.

After all, it's not like He Chao doesn't listen to classes at all. Since he angered his math teacher last time, his math class hasn't been that easy, and he can't play on his phone, so he has to look up at the blackboard.

I don't know if he understands it or not, anyway, this person just said a few words at the side: "So it's like this, it's so simple, do you understand this question, I understand it."

He knows a... hammer.

When Xie Yu took a look at his answer when the paper was being collected, he knew that He Chao had completely betrayed his trust.

He Zhao walked around the room twice, and finally sat down on Xie Yu's bed.

After Xie Yu went to the toilet, he cleaned up the guard by the way. When he finished washing his hands and went out, he saw He Zhao, who had nothing to do and knocked on the door, yelling for breakfast, lying on his bed and falling asleep again.

The hem of He Chao's jacket was rolled up. Although he looked tall and thin, he had everything he should have.

The area where the waist connects to the lower abdomen has clear muscle lines, especially when breathing fluctuates, but the youthful youthfulness dilutes its aggressiveness.

He Zhao buried half of his face in the quilt.

Xie Yu moved his wrist joints a few times, wanting to punch someone.

After the monthly exam, no matter what the results are, everyone has returned to the previous loose state of loving life.

The classmates who entered the school gate in the morning were busy chatting about idol stars and last night's hit TV series, and the mad dog stepped on the morning class bell and stood at the school gate to catch latecomers.

The teachers of No. [-] Middle School are very efficient in grading the test papers. They take the test papers home at night and work overtime to continue grading, and the results can be issued the next day.

Wanda squatted at the door of the teacher's office for the entire break, tilted her head, and put her ears on the door. Just as Tang Sen opened the door to take out the trash, she stood up suddenly, turned around and burrowed into the toilet.

"Wait," Tang Sen was not blind, he waved to Wanda, "Come here."

When Tang Sen first took office, he heard other teachers say that this kid loves to listen to corners. Today, he finally saw it. With a garbage bag in his hand, he walked a few steps forward and asked him, "What did you hear?"

Wanda said: "Our class is at the bottom. The first and second grades are in our class, but they are the bottom ones. The average score of the second class is the highest. Some people got full marks in math. Xu Qingqing did well in the English test... The Chinese teacher in the next class will ask for help next month. marry."

Tang Sen just sat there and glanced at Wanda's head a few times. He really didn't expect to let him hear so many: "You have very good ears. How many ears do you have? Do you have any more?"

Wanda: "No more, the report is over."

Seeing that the class was about to start soon, Tang Sen didn't have time to teach him: "Read more books when you have time, go to class, yes - let He Zhao come to my office at noon."

Wanda responded quickly.

Tang Sen walked out a few steps, then backed away, paused and said, "...call Xie Yu along."

In classrooms.

He Zhao sat in his seat and played with Xie Yu, a low-cost self-made paper game that failed to win or lose in the last class—backgammon. In the last Chinese class, the two drew 2:2.

He Zhao's logical thinking ability is very strong, and the battle line is extremely long. Every time Xie Yu's five sons are about to be linked together, He Chao can always step in and make it break. With He Chao's IQ, Xie Yu is not Know if this was a mistake or not.

Wanda stepped on the class bell and came back, "Brother Chaoyu, Old Tang asked you two to go to his office at noon, you two... how can you count down every time you take the exam?"

When He Zhao heard this, he knew that Wanda had inquired about the results, so he put down his pen and asked, "Me? How much am I?"

Xie Yu had already guessed the ending without raising his head.

Sure enough, Wanda said, "One down, and you only have ten in math."

He Zhao seemed to be deeply trapped in the dream that he could pass the exam and couldn't extricate himself. When he heard the word "ten", he was a little surprised: "I'm only one step away from the single digit?"

Wanda said: "Isn't it? It's very good. It directly lowers the average score of our class by two points."

After Wanda finished speaking, he found that He Chao's mood was a little low, and asked again, "What's the matter, Brother Chao?"

"Don't worry about him, he hasn't woken up yet," Xie Yu said, "he's still waiting for the math teacher to praise... Go to sleep, there's everything in the dream."

Recently, Wanda felt that he and Xie Yu were getting along pretty well, so he blurted out: "Brother Yu, you are twenty cents, and you two are not much better than each other."

Xie Yu: "...Are you looking for a beating?"

He Zhao laughed outright after hearing this, and the more he laughed, the more exaggerated he became.

At noon, Tang Sen hurried back to the office after eating early, waiting for the two students who took the bottom one and the second to come to the office to find him.

He wrote several outlines of the conversation, and finally decided to let it go.

"Teacher Tang, the two of them have been like this since the first year of high school." The other teachers at the side watched Tang Sen sort out and analyze the monthly exam papers of the two of them for a long time. Well, they really don’t want to listen, and there’s nothing they can do. I’m not saying this to tell you what to do, to give up on them, but to the two of them... Really, there’s no way, there’s no way.”

Tang Sen continued to read the examination papers of He Zhao and Xie Yu, and he didn't directly deny the teacher's words, and he didn't feel that he was doing something thankless. He said, "I'll just teach as normal and try my best—— Isn't that not enough effort?"

After more than ten minutes, the two arrived and knocked on the door one after another: "Report."

Tang Sen closed the lesson plan in his hand: "Go in."

It's not difficult to guess what Old Tang wanted to do with them, it was nothing more than to criticize their grades. In the first year of high school, the teachers of all subjects talked to them like this, that is, to talk about what to do after the talk or what to do.

He Zhao looked relaxed, and he had to deal with this kind of situation often.

"Both of you, sit down." Tang Sen put the test papers on the table, "I want to ask you, what difficulties do you find in study? Tell us and we will try to solve it together."

In other words, 'Why on earth did you two get such low marks'.

Xie Yu couldn't give any reason, because he knew the correct answer, so he avoided it perfectly, and he was afraid of scaring him when he said it.

On the other hand, He Zhao answered fluently: "Everywhere is difficult."

"He Zhao, I just praised you to your homeroom teacher a while ago. You have performed well in math class recently." While talking, the math teacher walked in after eating, holding a toothpick in his hand, "How did you pass the exam this time?"

He Zhao stopped talking.

Xie Yu answered for his deskmate: "During class, he also thought he understood."

This time it was the math teacher's turn not knowing what to say, he shook his head and returned to his seat: "You...you are really gods."