Fake Slackers

Xie Yu himself didn't even notice that the irritability and impatience in his eyebrows and eyes faded from his body bit by bit.

He folded the note again, the trash can was right next to him, he hesitated for two seconds and still didn't throw it away.

There is something special about He Zhao.

His kind of carelessness and foolishness completely exuded his own demeanor.

Although the grades were appallingly poor, the teachers of each subject felt a bit of a headache watching them, and they often couldn't laugh or cry.But after class, occasionally Wu Zheng would ask He Zhao to go to the stadium to play football: "Boy, what did you say in math class, come to the stadium at noon, I will teach you a lesson."

This matter has nothing to do with Xie Yu, but I don't know why every time He Chao is named and criticized, he is always involved.

Wu Zheng pointed to Xie Yu again: "Your boy is coming too."

So after eating at noon, he was dragged to the playground by He Zhao, and Wanda Luo Wenqiang and the others came to gather the number of people.

Wu Zheng had a strong lineup, except for Old Tang, the history teacher from the next class, and even Director Jiang.

Wu Zheng throws chalk heads at a high level, but his golf skills are unsightly. After all, he lacks exercise in sitting in an office every day, and he is getting older, and his body is not as good as that of young people.

"Let's do this, let the water go later." During the intermission, He Zhao whispered, "Let Mad Dog and the others score a few more goals."

Wanda said: "Brother Chao, this is a bit difficult. Their skills are really good. I can't compare with you. The play is too difficult. I don't think I can act."

He Zhao squatted down and patted Wanda on the top of the head: "It's hard, I'll teach you. When he scored a goal, would you kneel down like this, and then hit the ground with your fist in great annoyance, showing your respect for mistakes on the court?" That kind of deep regret..."

Wanda was a little dazed after hearing this: "Is it so exaggerated?"

"There are a lot of plays, you can do it yourself." Xie Yu squatted beside him, holding a bottle of water in his hand, and put the cap back on, "Don't get involved with others."

"This requires everyone to cooperate," He Zhao said again, "You are not someone else, you are my deskmate."

Before Xie Yu could reply, Luo Wenqiang was the first to stand up and express that he did not want to cooperate: "Playing match-fixing is a serious violation of sportsmanship! I disagree!"

He Zhao: "..."

Taking into account Lao Wu's playing experience, they still released water. Wanda listened to He Zhao's advice and even used flopping.But Luo Wenqiang would rather die than release the water, so He Chao, who is also a "pig teammate" script, tried his best to suppress the development of Luo Wenqiang's players.

Luo Wenqiang couldn't bear the pain: "Brother Chao, what are you doing, which team do you belong to...Brother Yu, take care of him."

Xie Yu: "Why me, that's none of my business."

In the end, Wu Zheng and the others played the game refreshed and energetic, and they felt back again.

Even made an appointment for the next one.

The voice in the study gradually faded away.

After listening to them arguing for a long time, Xie Yu almost understood it. The conclusion is that the pen Zhong Jie's mother bought for him when he was a child was accidentally dropped by Zhong Guofei on the ground.

Problems that had never been resolved in the past three years broke out again at this moment.

Zhong Guofei felt that Zhong Jie was so old, why would he still mess around with him.

"Calm down both of you, it's not an option to keep arguing like this." Gu Xuelan chased out from the study.

Zhong Jie took the car keys and walked out: "Calm down? I'm very calm."

Zhong Guofei was also angry, especially Zhong Jie lost his mind and said a lot of excessive things to him, but he couldn't help but still stood at the stairs and asked, "Come back, where are you going? Where are you going if you don't live at home?"

Zhong Jie didn't even look back, he resolutely decided to be a decadent clubbing boy reeking of alcohol and loneliness.

In fact, staying at home is not very exciting. After eating, I go to the room and occasionally play games with Da Lei.

It's the same as the space news that Wanda posted after returning home: Arriving home, salty fish, drunk and dreaming.

"Don't go there, just help me out," Zhou Dalei knew Xie Yu's piss in playing games, and he had never seen a gamer who was more suitable for solo queue than Xie Yu. I can get used to it, "I'm going to die if you don't see it, thank you, boss, it wasn't you who was cut, you don't feel the pain, right... Oh shit, it's getting cold."

Xie Yu was unmoved: "You are good food."

"..."

"I don't like it," Zhou Dalei joked, "I am all because of who, who can stand a teammate like you who is crueler than the enemy, huh?!"

Xie Yu played two rounds, checked the time, and said, "You play, I'm down."

Zhou Dalei always felt like he had forgotten something, until Xie Yu said he was offline, he slapped his head, and then he remembered: "Aunt Lan's birthday is today, right?"

"I almost forgot, just say hello to Aunt Lan for me, and wish her more and more beautiful and everything goes well," Zhou Dalei complained again, "Why don't you remind me."

The guests downstairs have not left yet.

It was Gu Xuelan's birthday. Although Ms. Gu made it clear that there was no need to hold a special birthday party, many people came to the house one after another, and gifts were piled on the table.

Zhong Guofei's status in the business world is high, although no one thinks highly of this Mrs. Zhong, she still has to be courteous.

"Remind you what to do," Xie Yu closed the game interface, with one leg resting on the edge of the chair, a little sleepy after facing the computer for a long time, "Are you planning to give plastic flowers again?"

Zhou Dalei said: "Don't look down on plastic flowers. Although they are fake, they will never wither. I give them practical gifts."

"So giving a scarf in summer is also called practical?"

Zhou Dalei would not admit that his gift-giving skills were flawed, and argued: "...Anyway, winter will come sooner or later."

"Do I still have to praise you?"

At six or seven o'clock in the evening, people have almost left.

The house fell silent, the servants cleared the fruit plate, mopped the floor and wiped the table, and Zhong Guofei went out to see off the guests.

Gu Xuelan was a little tired, and was about to go upstairs, when she passed the kitchen, she saw Xie Yu inside, with an apron wrapped around her waist, the cuffs rolled up a few folds, holding a handful of vegetables in her hand, washing them carefully under the tap.

The water in the pot was just boiling, and steam was rising continuously, Xie Yu freed up one hand to lift the lid of the pot, and then put the noodles in.When he does this, his movements are very skillful, and he does not sloppy at all.

Xie Yu is no stranger to the kitchen. In the past, Gu Xuelan was busy with work and had no time to take care of him. For dinner, she either went to Aunt Da Leimei's house to eat, or she cooked herself a bowl of noodles or fried rice.

Gu Xuelan didn't make a sound, she stood at the kitchen door and watched.

A very simple bowl of noodles, green vegetables, chopped green onions, fried eggs.

The young man lowered his head, his eyes were full of concentration.

Gu Xuelan looked at her eyes and unconsciously got wet, she turned her back and raised her hands to cover the corners of her eyes.

Xie Yu didn't say much, and waited for Ms. Gu to finish eating the noodles, before he said, "Mom, happy birthday."

Gu Xuelan nodded and responded softly.

She couldn't say anything pretentious, and finally said: "It's getting late, go to bed quickly, there is still class tomorrow."

Tomorrow is Monday again, Xie Yu was lying on the bed, and was about to turn off his phone, when two messages flashed on the notification bar above, the timing was just right.

From Penguin friend "He Chao".

-Old Xie, I found a good thing.

- Add WeChat 1502XXX7043 to learn about homework writing.

Xie Yu's fingertips paused on the screen, and it took a while before a question mark appeared:?

He Zhao: From our grade, professional ghostwriting.

He Zhao: Shen Jie said that this person has strong professional skills, the price is fair, and he can imitate handwriting so that even Director Jiang can't see it.

He Zhao: And pay ten for one caught.

Xie Yu: So what?

Xie Yu felt that his understanding of scumbags was still too limited, he was not qualified at all.

-The voice tells you, is it convenient now?

Although not interested, Xie Yu cheered up and replied: Good.

The next second, He Zhao sent an invitation.

Xie Yu didn't look carefully, thinking it was an ordinary Lianmai.

As a result, after pressing confirm, He Zhao, who just took a shower and only wore a pair of underwear, appeared in the center of the screen: "..."

He Zhao didn't even wipe his hair, he stepped on the ground with his bare feet, bent over, and turned over his clothes by the bed.The shoulder blades and the back are slightly tensed along with the movement, and the red rope is hung around the neck, with that kind of vigor unique to teenagers, which is almost ostentatious.

Xie Yu was silent for two seconds and said, "What do you want to do? Show off your black underwear?"

"Fuck," He Zhao himself was taken aback, turned around with his clothes on, "...what is this?"

He Zhao was busy getting dressed, and he wanted to make a voice call, but accidentally turned it into a video.

The light on Xie Yu's side is not very good, it's a bit dark, it looks like he's lying on the bed, He Chao quickly put on his clothes and trousers: "You made a mistake, you don't want this expression, it's obviously you who made money, brother's body..."

"It's okay, I'll hang up."

He Zhao stopped bragging about his body: "I have something to do, yes, the ghostwriter."

Xie Yu didn't know a ghostwriter, so why did He Zhao need to talk to him alone, so he asked casually, "Can I get a [-]% discount for two assignments?"

"No," He Zhao said, "Do you still keep the piece of paper I gave you? What kind of homework do you have? I can't even understand what I wrote."

"..."

Xie Yu "greeted" He Zhao in a calm mood without dirty words, roughly meaning to let him stay where he is cool, and then he was about to cut off the video call.

"Try it, in case you are destined for my calligraphy."

"You have to ask if there is any relationship between ghostwriting and your handwriting," Xie Yu said, "How many things like you can he write?"

After Xie Yu finished speaking, he immediately hung up.The mobile phone screen flashed back to the desktop, and the Wisdom Fruit icon that I forgot to uninstall at the beginning was still quietly lying in the 'Games' category, and the touch of green was particularly conspicuous.

Before I knew it, it was already dark outside the window.The wind blows in from outside the window, bringing a slight coolness.

Xie Yu closed his eyes, his consciousness was getting weaker and weaker, but he knew that summer seemed to be over soon.

The hot and stuffy summer when Zhou Dalei yelled "fuck your mother and grab me Ziwu" on the phone, and He Zhao took off his black mask and said with a smile, "I'm a mixed blood from eight countries" is coming to an end.