Fake Slackers

After Lao Wu finished writing the topic, he drew a schematic diagram on the side. In order to simplify the difficulty of the topic and let them see it more clearly, he drew the auxiliary line in advance.

Xie Yu looked up at the blackboard, and almost understood what He Zhao's third solution was. Although this solution is feasible, it involves a lot of unnecessary data, and it takes a few laps to push each other to the final conclusion. come out.

[XY]: The calculation is too complex.

[He Shuai]: It's okay, I can solve it in 3 minutes.

[XY]: You are very arrogant.

On the screen of the mobile phone, the two game characters were surrounded by cool skills. After Xie Yu finished typing, he sent out a wave of attacks in the skill bar with amazing speed.

Following the offensive, He Shuai rushed out of the encirclement to kill the big boss behind.

That monster has a thick skin and is resistant to beating, and finally hit the residual blood. Out of the corner of his eye, He Zhao caught a glimpse of the five words that popped up in the team channel in the upper right corner.

[XY]: What are your plans.

Xie Yu didn't directly ask "how long will it take to pretend".

intend.

He Zhao stared at the word "intend", and suddenly stopped his hand. He was about to launch the final blow, but accidentally pressed the healer.

Then the game character he was manipulating stopped all movements and took a bottle of drugs on the spot.

In just a few seconds, the situation suddenly changed.

He Shuai stupidly stood by the side and drank the medicine, blood dripping down one by one.

When all the blood was gone, the characters also fell down. At the second when they fell down, He Zhao just finished editing a sentence and sent it out.

[He Shuai]: I seem to have found the answer.

He Zhao continued typing, but before he finished typing, a message box popped up in the center of the screen: Your friend Shen Jie requested to join the team.

Wu Zheng spoke on two blackboards on this powerful topic, and the voice of the class next door reciting ancient poems drifted in from the window.

"I'll tell you about this question while you're sober in the morning," Wu Zheng said, having used up half of the chalk, pinching the tip of the chalk the size of a fingernail, and wanted to change another one, just in time to see the two people in the back row who lowered their heads and didn't know what they were doing. personal,"……"

Wu Zheng didn't throw the chalk stubs this time. He rushed to the stage and made a "shh" gesture, signaling everyone to keep quiet, and walked over calmly with the ruler in hand.

Liu Cunhao held back his laughter, and said to Wanda with his hands clenched into fists, "Betting fifty cents, it's over for the two of them today."

"That's not necessarily true," Wanda bent over, "Brother Chao's tricks are so deep, I believe he can be brought back to life."

It turns out that Wanda was thinking too much.

He Zhao held the phone in his hand, and when Wu Zheng walked up to him, he could see the game interface on the screen of his phone clearly.The ironclad evidence is like a mountain, and he is dead.

Wu Zheng bent down and took a closer look: "You two have a very rich life."

Xie Yu only had time to leave the team and overwrite the chat history.

The same goes for He Zhao.

Wu Zheng could only see two poorly dressed game characters in the game lobby, and the system messages that kept popping up on He Zhao's screen: Your friend Shen Jie requested to join the team.

Your friend Shen Jie has requested to join the team.

"..."

When Shen Jie was called to the office by the class teacher, she was in a daze.

In the end, he pushed open the door of the office, and saw that Brother Chao and Xie Yu were also inside.

The head teacher of Class [-] sat in a bold and unrestrained posture, with one arm resting on the back of the chair, and a red pen between his fingers, and asked lightly, "Come on, tell me, what have you been doing in your self-study?"

Shen Jie said tremblingly, "Study hard."

He Zhao was in a good mood, standing on the side, as if he was being praised by the teacher, he smiled and reminded, "Student Shen Jie, be honest. Look into my eyes, and then remember the memories."

Shen Jie: "..."

Xie Yu stood against the wall. He didn't sleep very well last night, and he didn't catch up on his morning self-study. Now he felt sleepy after standing in the office for a while, so he leaned back calmly.

In the office, representatives of various subjects came in and out with their homework.

They are all reporting homework status, how many people have not handed in, who is still missing, and who has left their test papers at home and forgot to bring them.

The most out of place are the three of them, standing here for training just after self-study on Monday morning.

"Teacher, I really know I was wrong. I shouldn't have withstood the temptation of the game." Although Shen Jie didn't expect that he would be so unlucky, he still admitted his mistake obediently, "I must change my past and start a new life. Quit gaming and study hard in the days to come..."

While Shen Jie was bowing his head to admit his mistake, Xie Yu secretly touched the back of He Zhao's hand, half-closed his eyes and asked him, "Do you know the answer?"

When He Zhao heard this, he looked sideways at him.

He has always liked the way children wear school uniforms. Although the school uniforms of No. [-] Middle School are mediocre, they were even disliked by everyone when they were first issued. As long as he can catch the opportunity to not wear school uniforms, his self-confidence will soar that day, and he will walk with style.

But Xie Yu's clothes are not the same, he obviously doesn't look well-behaved, his brows and eyes are cold and irritable, he can put down his sleeves and start sex with you in minutes, but he still wears it obediently every day.

"The answer you gave," He Zhao whispered, "In the movie theater, the answer you gave me."

At first, He Zhao didn't have any deep feelings about the fact that his grades were good enough to please the teacher.

He's not the type to study hard, he just plays when he wants.Popular games never fail, and there are always troubles in the class with him.

Although it is a headache, all the teachers are mostly praises when they mention it: "Very good, with personality. Boys, they are still young, they are a bit wild..."

Obviously nothing has changed.

If you lower your grades, you will become the one who "takes the lead in buying the answer" in the mouth of the teacher in the first year of high school, and "you are the kind of person" in Xu Xia's mouth.

Coupled with the pressure of Er Lei's affairs, he seemed to be falling endlessly, with no bottom in sight.

I think I probably really suck.

Although Xie Yu didn't say it directly that day.

But his ruthless boyfriend obviously pulled him in the most gentle way.

It's not that I have successfully untied any knots in my heart, I just feel that I seem to have a lot of courage.

——The courage to face these and step over.

Shen Jie's 3-minute confession did not impress the head teacher of class [-]. Their head teacher is also a grumpy old man. After listening to it, he said: "The feelings are not sincere enough. Go back and write a [-]-word self-criticism. You can't even miss a single word." .”

Shen Jie responded in pain: "Okay Brother Qiang."

Then the head teacher of class eight waved his hand: "Okay, go back to class first, and I will find time to clean you up next time."

Old Tang did not say these same things, he finished his work, took the two of them to the balcony, pondered for a while and said: "Have you ever thought about what you want to do? It doesn't mean that you have to study. Some people study hard because of the current situation. If you don’t know what you want to do in the future, then do what you are doing, be prepared, and wait for the things you like to appear in the future.”

"Some people know what they want to do, so they work hard to move towards the future."

"What about you, where do you want to go?"

"No matter where you want to go, you can't just lie on the ground because you don't know."

There was a strong wind on the balcony, and several pots of flowers were put on the side to bask in the sun, and Old Tang's pot of succulents called Xiaocui was also there.He must have been holding back these words for a long time. Seeing the two of them doing nothing all day long, he really couldn't let go.

"Okay, I won't let you write a review anymore," Old Tang said with a sigh, "Go back to class."

Xie Yu walked in the front.

Shen Jie followed behind He Zhao, and as soon as he stepped out of the office door, he shook his head like a different person, thinking that he was really screwed.

"Brother Chao, why don't you explain?" Shen Jie jumped up and wanted to strangle He Chao's neck, threatening with gritted teeth, "Aren't you sorry for your brother..."

He Zhao smiled and let him make trouble, but he didn't expect that playing a game would affect him. The most powerful thing was that at that time, Old Wu went directly to the head teacher of Class [-] and said, "Is there a person named Shen Jie in your class? Tell him not to be a teacher all day long." Find two students in our class, He Chao and Xie Yu, to play games with during class time."

Hu Duzi, the head teacher of Class Eight: "You said that, how did you say it? I think it was two students from your class who seduced us, Shen Jie."

Wu Zheng: "Fart, see for yourself. I asked to join the team four or five times. Can you read?"

The two of them quarreled like this.

He Zhao avoided it while talking: "Explain what, there is nothing to explain. You are unlucky."

Shen Jie was a head shorter than He Chao, and just about to jump up again, he accidentally saw Xie Yu with his hands in his pockets, stopped halfway, leaned against the wall and looked at him coldly.

It is clearly written in the fundus of the eyes, you can try another move?

Shen Jie: "..."

Shen Jie silently put down his hand: "It's my bad luck. I'm back to work, goodbye."

He Zhao waved his hand and said, "Let's go."

After he finished speaking, he walked up to Xie Yu and asked, "Why did you stop here?"

Xie Yu was silent for a while before saying, "Old Tang."

"Ah." He Zhao was stunned for two seconds before he realized it and didn't speak.

After Old Tang came to class three as the head teacher, the whole atmosphere of class three changed. When Xu Xia was there, she was obviously suppressed, and now the class wanted to say what she wanted to say.

In the issue of My Dream, although most people's dreams were nonsense, Old Tang still took great pains to find industry information for each of them, hoping that they could have a goal.

Xie Yu wanted to say that people are different, and Old Tang is not Xu Xia.

But he also felt that He Zhao must know.

In the end, Xie Yu just said, "Go back to work, boyfriend."

In the class, Xu Jing dragged the boy group of Invincible Universe to start rehearsing again. Before Xie Yu entered the class, he heard them counting the beat. Have you figured out what to wear on stage, Sports Committee, or you can just wear the outfit from the sports meeting, it’s absolutely amazing. What a waste to wear that one time.”

Luo Wenqiang: "...Shut up, don't let Jing Jing overhear, in case you develop some new ideas for her."

The day of the school celebration performance is getting closer and closer, and the banner has been hung at the door in advance. Apart from practicing dance, what this group of people want to know most is what programs are coming out from other classes, and they want to know the strength of their opponents.

For this, Wanda went all over the entire sophomore group, and within three days they came up with a list that was more detailed than the school's program list.

"The seventh class is also dancing, and the clothes are very handsome." During the class, several people gathered around the back row with the list, Xie Yu slept on his stomach, and Liu Cunhao sat in the empty seat opposite him and complained, "Wearing a suit, the clothes are like a beast."

Xie Yu couldn't sleep, lay on his stomach, half-opened his eyes, and sneaked his hand down to shake He Zhao's.

He Zhao held it back calmly, holding the child's slender fingers, the knuckles stuck in his palm, and a certain idea moved: "I think we need to be a little creative."

Xu Jing was also looking at the list, lowered her head and asked, "What idea are you talking about?"

"For example," He Zhao paused, then smiled again, "...black nail polish."

The author has something to say: Wooden Pigeon Huang knelt down with a plop.