Fake Slackers

The stalk of women’s wearers probably can’t be overcome, Liu Cunhao and the others secretly took advantage of Lao Tang’s inattention, and used the public computer to search for skirts between classes: “How about this one, the lace suspender princess style, romantic and a little noble.”

Wanda: "Let's choose this maid outfit, this one is good, this one is good, it looks very tempting."

Luo Wenqiang has nothing to love: "..."

"The top one, slide up." After the fight with Xie Yu, He Chao bent down, lifted the chair up with one hand, and said, "Not this one, go up."

"Which one?" Liu Cunhao scrolled up for a long time, but couldn't find anything he liked, and the more he looked, the more he couldn't understand, so, "Brother Chao, did you read it wrong?"

Next, He Zhao unreservedly showed his level of women's clothing to the class: "From top to bottom, the third one, this one is good."

On the screen is a red and green shit color contrast, peony pattern slim long dress.

"Why do you all look at me like this?" He Zhao sat on the seat, looked at the projector, and at the same table, "What do you think, is this one not good?"

Liu Cunhao and the others were completely intimidated by this earthy skirt and He Chao's textbook-like aesthetics, and thousands of words were stuck in their throats.

Xie Yu said, "Don't you have any points in your heart?"

He Zhao: "I think it's okay. If this is in the game, it will definitely get a high score."

“RMB players have no say.”

"You believe me."

"To shut up."

"Look at this color, how gorgeous..."

"Gorgeous?" Xie Yu sarcastically pointedly said, "The taste of the square dance aunt is eight blocks away from yours."

Just as Xie Yu finished speaking, Wanda clapped her hands: "Well said, incisive."

Liu Cunhao: "Shut up for Brother Yu."

He Zhao: "..."

Being made such a fuss by He Zhao, Luo Wenqiang's mood was ups and downs. With the comparison, he suddenly felt that the romantic princess dresses and maid uniforms in front of him were not so unacceptable.

So Luo Wenqiang buried his hands in his palms, and said with pain: "Just, just that one."

"Brother Chao, tall!"

Wanda obviously thought too much. After thinking about it, he felt that He Zhao deliberately found the ugliest stimulating sports committee. He gave He Chao a thumbs up and said sincerely, "It's still your routine."

"Chengrang," He Zhao was at a loss, but answered the words quite skillfully. After answering, he leaned into Xie Yu's ear and asked in a low voice, "Why is he praising me?"

Xie Yu stretched out his hand and pushed his head away, not really wanting to talk.

In the last class, everyone packed their schoolbags early and prepared to go home. The students on duty wiped the blackboard ahead of time.

The boarding students were more concerned about what to have for dinner. He Zhao started to fiddle with his phone with his head down since the last class, and sneaked out to make a phone call while Lao Wu was not paying attention.

Jinbang Restaurant recently launched the service of delivering meals to the school, and sent text messages to the majority of customers.

After He Zhao finished ordering, he asked, "Where to deliver? Which door?"

Shen Jie was covered with smoke, and came out of the toilet coughing. He was spraying freshener on his body to suppress the smell of smoke. When he turned his head, he saw him standing at the corner of the stairs with one hand in his pocket , back against the wall.

"Brother Chao, what are you doing?" Shen Jie walked over while spraying.

He Zhao glanced at him sideways, but didn't respond. After thinking for a while, he said "Add fish" to the phone. After speaking, he took the phone away, and then looked at Shen Jie squarely: "What did you say last time?" What is the name of the fish ordered in Jinbang?"

Shen Jie: "Ah? What kind of fish, on the plate on the floor? Steamed sea bass, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," He Zhao reported the name of the dish, and then said, "Kids like it."

Shen Jie shook his hand: "...My day."

The school bell rang, and the delivery man just called.

He Zhao went downstairs to get his meal. There were basically no one in the classroom. Those who lived there went to the cafeteria to eat, and only the students on duty were left to clean up.

The class is much deserted.

Xie Yu sat bored, not knowing what kind of medicine He Zhao was selling in the gourd, and said to him "you stay here, don't move around" before the end of get out of class, but was kicked by Xie Yu before he finished speaking.

In the last math class, Lao Wu mentioned the new question types in the monthly exam papers of key schools, but did not go into detail.

Xie Yu was also idle when he was idle, writing the problem-solving steps in the memo on his mobile phone, and took out a piece of paper to prepare a draft.

He only had a pen—after the monthly exam, he found that basically everyone lacked stationery in the places where poor students gathered, either without erasers or 2B pencils, and some even didn’t even have fountain pens for answering questions.

A group of people cobble together, you help me, I help you, and there are many people who write test papers with replacement cores.

Xie Yu's pen must have accidentally dropped a few times, and the ink would not come out when he wrote, so he simply threw it away and went to He Zhao's desk to find a pen for use.

In order to cover for playing games in class, He Zhao's desk was in a mess, with books from various subjects piled up together.

Xie Yu flipped through it for a while, but he didn't find the pen. He found a strange piece of paper in the math book. He didn't know what it was written on. He came into work with a bag of things: "Clean up, take away all the books on the table, there is no place to put dinner."

Xie Yu stuffed the paper back.

Four or five dishes, each in a disposable lunch box, and two boxes of rice.

Xie Yu looked at the fish and found it very familiar: "Gold List?"

He Zhao took apart the chopsticks and picked out the shredded green onion from the sea bass, and then pushed the fish to the tablemate: "Ah, I took it over the wall, and said it was for delivery to the school, so it doesn't matter if it's through the wall To school."

Xie Yu knew that he was picky about what to eat, and Ms. Gu would be more careful when cooking, but the dishes He Zhao ordered this time did not surprise him.

He vaguely remembered the last time He Zhao asked him what taboos he had, did this idiot always remember it?

"Eat, what are you doing in a daze," He Zhao said, "Waiting for me to feed you? It's not impossible, you call me brother, I'm easy to talk to."

Xie Yu was about to tear it apart with chopsticks: "Are you courting death?"

After eating, Wanda came in from the corridor humming a song with milk tea in his hands. He could smell something when he was still at the door. He walked in and took a look: "You two are too much. It's the leftovers from lunch... You guys are nourishing."

After finishing the last two mouthfuls of rice, He Zhao said, "You're pretty moist too, where did you get the milk tea? Is it delicious?"

"The Fudan milk tea at the door," Wanda said, "it's not bad, but there are no pearls in the pearl milk tea."

Xie Yu asked: "Then you still buy it."

Wanda: "To be honest, Fudan is my dream."

"..."

This week everyone's minds are on the sports meeting.

The class uniform that Xu Qingqing chose was a sweater, which was generally more practical and could be worn on a daily basis.Luo Wenqiang wore that elegant and noble princess dress, and walked in the front holding a sign when walking in the phalanx.

The physical education teacher also gives everyone free practice time and is also responsible for guiding.

"Who signed up for push-ups in our class?" Just after pointing out the shot-put players, the teacher came over with a whistle, "Who is there for push-ups? Didn't you sign up for eight? Come out and show your strength."

He Chao, Xie Yu and others came out.

"It doesn't mean that you count as many as you do. The referee depends on whether your movements are standard. Last year's sports meeting, wow--that row of players did a lot of work. Competing who can do it faster, the one who goes down is called the fastest. As a result, let me tell you, the slowest one won."

The physical education teacher asked them to stand on the ground, and then talked from the beginning to the end of the row. Before they started counting, some boys couldn't hold on and fell down.

The first fell, and then like dominoes, three or four fell.

He Zhao didn't feel anything, and he could hold on for a long time, but seeing the people sitting next to him sitting on the ground, it seemed a bit silly to hold on, so he also sat down with Xie Yu.

The physical education teacher stopped and said: "...You guys are a bit delicate this year, so you can't do it anywhere. Do you still want to get good grades in the sports meeting?!"

Xie Yu originally planned to skip physical education class and go back to the dormitory to read books, but Luo Wenqiang insisted on pulling the whole class together to prepare for the sports meeting.

Eight push-up players were sitting on the ground of the gymnasium, surrounded by several pairs of junior high school students playing badminton,

Balls fly all over the stadium, up and down.

"How many can you make?" He Zhao asked.

Xie Yu watched the badminton player on the opposite side run a few steps forward, then jumped up to catch the ball, and said casually, "I don't know, I haven't counted it."

"Wait Bibi?"

The physical education teacher didn't give them a chance to compete. He showed his housekeeping skills and said that he could raise their push-up level to an unprecedented height in just one class.

"Yes, yes," Wanda raised her hand, "Coach, I want to learn."

The physical education teacher smiled and said meaningfully: "Then let's start."

Xie Yu had a bad feeling.

Two minutes later, his premonition came true.

The badmintons in the gymnasium are no longer flying around, and there are "wow" sounds all around.

The physical education teacher squatted on the side and said: "Students with odd numbers, lie down. Students with even numbers, let's start. I will count and make one, and rest at fifty."

Lying under He Zhao, Xie Yu choked out a word slowly and complicatedly: "...fuck."

He Chao put his hands on the outside of Xie Yu's arms, and supported his upper body with the strength of his arms. He kept a distance from Xie Yu. He was still adjusting his posture. He really felt that this way of playing was a bit strange, so he couldn't help laughing and said: " Whoever invented this is talented, no wonder it is said to be at an unprecedented height."

Wanda wanted to cry, but said to the brother above: "Come on, if you don't hold on, something will happen."

The brother above was also very flustered: "I, I, I will try my best."

After they adjusted, the physical education teacher blew the first whistle: "One!"

He Zhao pressed down, and the distance between Xie Yu and Xie Yu got closer the further he went down. Even if he deliberately controlled it, his body still indistinctly bumped into each other, separated by a thin layer of fabric, his body temperature seemed to be through. The cloth passed over from the opponent's body, and the sound of the heartbeat, as well as the heat from the slight breathing were all entangled together.

He Zhao could laugh at this miraculous push-up just now, but now he can't at all.

Inevitably, the two can only look at each other's face, and it's an enlarged version—the other's eyes, nose bridge, eyelashes, and even every subtle expression on the face can be seen clearly.

It turned out that Xie Yu had a very small mole under the tail of his eye.

He Zhao suddenly couldn't take it anymore, he didn't know who was the first to turn his face away, and this ended the long staring.

He moved his fingers and found that his palms were sweating a little.