Fake Slackers

"In this day of infinitely beautiful scenery and pleasant weather, we ushered in the No.60 [-]th Autumn Sports Meeting of Liyang No. [-] Middle School. Students, the so-called comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, physical education, art and labor, this body refers to sports."

The sports meeting has not yet started, and there are not enough seats in the stands. Everyone is moving chairs from the classroom to the playground, and the stairs are full of people.

The voice of Director Jiang·Broadcasting resounded throughout the school: "Strengthen your body, love sports, and feel the spirit of sportsmanship. I know that everyone is busy with their studies on weekdays, but today, you can fly freely on the playground and sway your sweat to your heart's content... ..."

"It's blocked anyway, let me go."

The eagles that were supposed to soar freely on the playground are now blocked at the stairs.Not only the stairway, but also the whole corridor is filled with the sound of clang clang clang rattling and dragging, which is like the morning rush hour at [-] o'clock in the morning, impenetrable.

The second and third classes of high school occupied the corridor at the entrance of the class, and the others who couldn't fit were still in the classroom.

Wanda's chair was placed at the door, people didn't know where to go, and after a few minutes, he squeezed out of the crowd: "I'll go, from the fifth floor to the first floor downstairs, our original teaching building was even more terrifying, things There was a series of collisions on the two floors."

"You can eat this melon too. If you had the skill, you would have moved the chair down a long time ago." He Zhao dragged the chair to the back door of the classroom. Seeing the spectacular scene outside, he didn't go any further, and sat down directly at the back door. With a candy in his mouth, he said, "Wait, you'll have to stop talking for 10 minutes."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head back to look at Xie Yu: "Old Xie, come here?"

Xie Yu didn't move at all, he lay on the table, closed his eyes and said, "Don't come, is crowding people fun?"

"Help me get the number plate. I can't reach the back." He Zhao held the plate issued by the Sports Commission in his hand. It was just a piece of cloth. After repeated use, the fabric was slightly yellowed and four digits were printed on it." Hurry up, I am the hope of the whole village."

Xie Yu didn't respond.

After He Zhao said something again, Xie Yu sat up and said, "Wanda, go put up signs for the hopes of the whole village."

Wanda, who got involved in the middle of the topic inexplicably: "..."

Wanda looked left and right, looked at He Chao, and found that although Brother Chao didn't speak, silence speaks louder than words. Wanda read a line from his face: Be sensible, I want my tablemate, you dare to come over a try?

So Wanda turned her head and pretended to be deaf: "Oh, why are you still not moving? How long will it be blocked?"

Xie Yu: "..."

He Zhao credited Wanda in his heart, then dragged the chair back, put the pin and the number plate on the desk together: "I'm sorry, kid."

Xie Yu pinched the pin, wanting to stab him to death.

With his back to Xie Yu, He Zhao sat on the chair instead. Wanda stood at the door and looked at him complicatedly. He Zhao smiled and even raised his hand arrogantly to say "yeah".

Wanda shook her head, barely watching.

Xie Yu pinned the four corners of the number plate to his clothes. After sticking it, he kicked He Zhao's chair mercilessly, telling him to get out of here, and said in a perfunctory tone, "Okay."

He Chao touched it with his backhand and found that he had pasted it meticulously. He was about to praise him when Xie Yu kicked him again.

The third class was unlucky, and the small corner assigned to it was directly opposite the stands, under the sun.

Then each class walked into the stadium. Luo Wenqiang changed clothes in the toilet of the gymnasium. He held up the class card and walked in the front. He Zhao and Xie Yu led the rest of the class to follow behind.

In Xu Qingqing's words: He Zhao and Xie Yu are the face of our class, and it's all supported by them.

Xu Qingqing's original intention was to be handsome, but people in other classes didn't think so.

They watched the third class marching in the phalanx, and there was only horror in their hearts. Even though the background music was the March of the Volunteers, there were two big bosses from Dongxilou who used to stand in the front row, leading more than 30 people in the class to come out together. I always feel that they are going to roll up their sleeves to fight in the next second.

It's too wild.

So even though Luo Wenqiang dressed so well, no one dared to laugh at him.

"What's going on with this group of people," He Zhao said, tilting his head slightly, "No one laughs? Isn't it funny? It was obviously a sensation when the women's clothing boss from the next class came on stage. Could it be that we can't compare? Our class lost? "

Xie Yu: "Maybe it's too ugly."

Luo Wenqiang, who was stabbed in the heart: "...Have you considered my feelings?"

In the two-day sports meeting, the long-distance running will be tomorrow afternoon. Today they will participate in only one push-up, and the competition venue will be in the gymnasium.

Although it has entered autumn, the sun is scorching at noon, and it is still a little bit sunburned.

He Zhao took off his coat, put it on his head to block the sun, looked down at his phone, and found that Wanda had sent him a post bar link 10 minutes ago.

Title: Live broadcast, two handsome bosses in our school who can't even close their legs - do it!Bow!Lying!support!I have exploded into fireworks!

The number of floors in this building has exceeded a thousand, and it has become popular all the way on the school homepage.

When He Zhao scanned a few photos, his first reaction was to close the browser, as if he had picked up a hot potato. He couldn't tell whether it was because the sun was too hot, or he started to ignite spontaneously for no reason.

After a while, He Zhaocai opened that post again...and somehow ordered to save the picture.

There are only three photos in total. The indoor lighting is not good, and the mental quality of the person who secretly took the photos is also poor. They dare not take pictures blatantly.

Even if you can't see clearly, you can still recognize who the two protagonists in the photo are.

With Wanda's big mouth, it's impossible to just post it to him, maybe the whole class will post it.

He Zhao tentatively nudged Xie Yu with his elbow and asked, "...you, did you see that?"

"What?" Xie Yu narrowed his eyes, a little drowsy.

There were people coming and going on the playground, including student volunteers riding bicycles around the field, and Ding Lianghua, a men's 100-meter runner in his class, who was warming up.

Xu Qingqing and the others have already started to call for articles for the broadcast, and a few girls give advice and suggestions.

He Zhao thought to himself what else it could be, of course it's our CP building, and he couldn't say it directly, so he pointed out, "That's it."

Xie Yu looked at him: "Which one?"

"..."

In the end, He Zhao hooked his fingers at him, and Xie Yu reluctantly moved towards him.

He Zhao held up his coat and motioned for him to get in. The two of them were almost head to head, squeezed under a coat.With the mobile phone on He Chao's lap, Xie Yu could only lean slightly and lower his head to look.

Xie Yu looked at it very seriously.

And He Zhao stared at the back of Xie Yu's neck, the hair that felt so soft to the touch, and the slightly protruding joint in his cervical spine, feeling a little regretful.

Why show him?Or, want to see how he reacts?

He Zhao didn't know what he wanted to test.

Xie Yu flipped through a few pages, and the words were all the same. He was narrating the whole process, flipping through the pages, and he paused on the 52nd floor with his fingertips. On that floor was a sentence "Hold the grass, I want to press my head! Dear!" ! Kiss me!"

"..."

Xie Yu blinked slowly, and then He Zhao heard him say in a flat tone: "Oh, I see it now."

He Zhao didn't think about what to say, and all the members of the third class behind him suddenly started screaming like chicken blood: "Ah—come on!"

Not far from the playground, Ding Lianghua put his hands on the running track, squatted all over, ready to start, waited for the gunshot, and rushed out, faster than he rushed out to smash the school committee that night.

"Pretty! No.1!" Luo Wenqiang blushed, opened his arms and said, "Ding Ding, I want to give you a loving hug!"

Ding Lianghua was usually very shy, and his shyness became a social barrier. When he left the stage, he smiled embarrassedly: "No, no, no."

He wiped his sweat, and when he walked over, He Zhao also gave him two words of praise. Xie Yu felt that he seemed too indifferent if he didn't speak, so he casually said, "Ding Hualiang, not bad."

"..."

"Ding Lianghua," He Zhao patted Xie Yu's head and reminded him in a low voice, "When will I remember his name is Lianghua?"

Old Tang sat on the side, holding a pot of wolfberry tea in his hand, and brought homework to approve. He looked like an old man basking in the sun to supplement calcium, opening his mouth and saying "It's good to be young", his eyes full of memories of the youthful years.

The school committee held the book and recited English words while watching everyone compete.

Soon it was the turn of the push-ups.

Coincidentally, the referee is the physical education teacher of their class, and the students in the third class feel a little uncomfortable physically when they see him now.

The physical education teacher held the record sheet in his hand and said, "You guys, try harder. I have given you special training. You can't justify it if you don't get in the top eight... Come on, get ready, and count 1 minute."

Xie Yu took off his sweater before coming, leaving the white short sleeves inside.

He Zhao looked at him and thought, "It's more convenient to move around if you don't wear less? Thank you, you are very scheming."

Xie Yuxin said, it's just hot.

But before the words were spoken, He Zhao had already excused himself on the spot, and took off the sweater in twos and twos. When he took it off, the underwear inside was rolled up, revealing half of his waist and abdomen.

Several people around let out an "ah", low and short screams.

"It seems to be a little more flexible." He Zhao tried to do a few, but found that Xie Yu hadn't responded, turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xie Yu said, "I think you might as well stop calling me Brother Chao."

He Zhao didn't quite understand: "Ah, then what's my name?"

Xie Yu propped his hands on the ground, and said calmly, "Brother Sao."

He Zhao thought about it for a long time, and felt that this was probably a derogatory term.

1 minute timer, He Zhao and Xie Yu had similar frequency in the first half minute.

The onlookers were all whispering, and Xie Yu vaguely heard someone say something emotionally in a subdued voice: "School post bar sightseeing group? Ah, I'm also a member of the head pressing team."

"Report to Mr. Tang, good news, good news, students He Chao and Xie Yu got first and second place in push-ups respectively!" Luo Wenqiang stood in front of Tang Sen with dignity and gave him a military salute, explaining. , "Except for the two of them, the other six were wiped out."

Tang Sen nodded, took out eight bottles of water from the cardboard box beside him, and said in cooperation, "All rewards, and rewards for every one."

Xie Yu took the water from the sports committee, thanked him, and then looked around, those people running around on the playground and cheering for their classmates.

Suddenly I can't remember how he spent last year's sports meeting.

It seems that he didn't go to the playground at all, and hid in the music classroom to sleep with earplugs in his ears.

He Zhao bit the candy in his mouth, and reached out to hand him one, regardless of whether he ate it or not, put it directly into Xie Yu's palm, then smiled and said to Liu Cunhao who happened to run past their class: "Mouse, come on!" !"

Liu Cunhao raised his arms at them and shouted slogans in response: "Long live the third class! I'm the worst!"

He Zhao smiled and leaned back in his chair.

Xie Yu doesn't like sweets very much, he finds it too sweet and greasy, so he looked down at the wrapping paper for a while, and finally opened it with his fingers.

Then Xie Yu stared at the white lines on the runway, thinking: It's really boring.

Orange flavor, and a little sour.

"Would you like to go out after school and have a rub?" In the afternoon, near the end of the sports meeting, Shen Jie slipped over from Class [-] and said, "Didn't Mr. Xie say that he wants to treat guests? Choosing a date is worse than hitting a date."

Both Shen Jie and He Zhao invited him once, Xie Yu didn't want to owe others, and said that next time he comes, it doesn't matter what day it is.

He Zhao looked at Xie Yu, since there was no objection at the same table, he acquiesced: "Okay, what do you eat?"

"Anyway, Jinbang doesn't want to eat anymore." Shen Jie found a vacant seat in the back row of them and sat down, thinking seriously, "...Actually, I've eaten all of these restaurants near the school. Shall we help small restaurants in other streets develop their business?"

So when school was over, they walked around three streets before deciding on a place to eat.

Shen Jie looked up at the name of the store, feeling a little confused, feeling like he had circled half the world instead of the road, and then returned to the original point: "...Um, why is the naming method here so similar to our school?"

"The electric technology is right next to it." Xie Yu reminded, walking at the back.

Dianji, the full name of Electronic Technology, is a technical secondary school closest to No. [-] Middle School.

Usually, when school is over on Friday morning, there will be electricians coming over to squat at the gate of No. [-] Middle School.No. [-] middle school students had conflicts, youthful agitation and appointments. Occasionally, they would find electrical technicians to come over to help support the situation.

But the No. [-] Middle School is very strict, so if you really want to have a fight, you have to stay away from the school.

There were already a few tables in the small restaurant, and He Zhao pushed the door open and went in: "This is the one. If you go around the evening, it's time for get out of class to end. I haven't finished copying my homework yet."

Xie Yu also walked in as if no one else was there, found a place to sit down, and carefully wiped the dishes with napkins.

He Zhao raised his hand and said, "Boss, the menu."

The people sitting at the tables inside didn't look very friendly, Shen Jie's right eyelid jumped up unexpectedly, and he couldn't stop it.

He followed in, subconsciously touched his pocket, um...the wallet is still there.