Fake Slackers

Xie Yu was woken up by the sound of electrical current.

At six o'clock in the morning, Mad Dog has already started to yell on the radio: "Morning is the time when we have the most energy, we must not be lazy, cheer me up for a new day and new challenges."

"Students, I believe you are ready!"

Before Mad Dog finished his sentence, the corridor was already buzzing: "Get ready for a shit!"

"This is killing the flowers of the motherland—!"

"Dude, don't stop me. I'm going to climb up to cut the wires. I have to dismantle this broken radio today. If I have it, I won't be able to live without it."

Hearing this, he closed his eyes for a while, and wanted to check the time with the alarm clock next to the bed, although he probably threw the alarm clock backhand after he got it.

However, when he moved his fingers, he felt pain all over his body.

Xie Yu half-opened his eyes, and what he saw was He Zhao's side face. It was a bit difficult to squeeze two people into the single bed, so he could only sleep on his side in order to make room for him.

The man didn't wake up, but his sleep was disturbed by the noise, and the hand around his waist was unconsciously tightened.

Xie Yu's gaze moved down from his face and touched the few inconspicuous red marks on He Zhao's neck, and the memory of last night was only gradually coming back.

……

That's what he caught.

Xie Yu buried his head in the pillow, closed his eyes again, those images from last night were replaying in his mind like a movie replay.

He doesn't really have any idea about who goes up and who goes off, he has a cold temper, if it wasn't for He Chao, if it wasn't for this person, he might not even have such a thought.

In addition, he drank a lot last night, so although his mind was clear, he was still uncontrollable, and was controlled by He Zhao.

When Mad Dog started talking about the second topic, He Zhao finally woke up, scratched his hair, and asked in a low voice, "Morning, what time is it?"

Xie Yu wanted to say "don't make noise, watch for yourself", but his throat was dry, but the words he spoke were extremely hoarse.

He slowed down, and finally said nothing, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, stepping barefoot on the ground.The moment his foot stepped on the ground, he gasped in a "hiss".

He Zhao also knew that he was a bit ruthless last night, but Xie Yu just started being hard enough on the bed, and kept provoking him: "Can you do it?"

When he really hit hard and couldn't bear it, his whole body tensed up, begging for mercy reluctantly.

Thinking of this, He Zhaoban sat up and asked, "It still hurts?"

Xie Yu was a little annoyed.

He bent down and picked up the clothes on the ground one by one.The headache caused by the hangover and the discomfort all over his body swept him: "What do you think?"

He Zhao: "Then next time I..."

"no more chance."

Xie Yu opened the door and said, "The technology is too poor."

Neither of them had much experience, and He Zhao's movements were reckless and jerky, neither serious nor serious, not to mention technical.

But it's more of a psychological pleasure than a physical one.

This person is mine.

nothing left.

Everywhere on the body is.

Xie Yu originally planned to go back to tidy up and go to the classroom for morning reading, but he overestimated his physical fitness.

I slept until noon, and it was lunch break time when I woke up.

When He Zhao opened the door and came in with his meal, he was still under the blanket.

"Get up and have something to eat before going to bed." He Zhao put the lunch box on the table, walked to the bed, reached out and rubbed his exposed hair twice, "Be obedient."

What responded to him was Xie Yu's backhand throwing the pillow on his body.

"..."

Xie Yu sat up after throwing away, the quilt slipped to his waist, the dress he was wearing was a bit messy, the neckline was askew.

He Zhao glanced at it, but didn't dare to look again.

Xie Yu got out of bed, bent down and took two changes of clothes from the closet.

He Zhao leaned against Duwei's door, heard the sound of running water coming from inside, and said incongruously, "Several people were late this morning, and Old Tang dragged them into the corridor to ask them one by one. I'll make excuses..."

Several people were late in the morning, and the few boarding students who were drinking and talking about life on the rooftop almost couldn't get out of bed last night. Six or seven people stood in a row at the door of the classroom.

Although Old Tang has a good temper, it is the first time he has seen this kind of operation of being late for a company every time he is late: "What's the matter with you, what did you do last night?"

Ding Lianghua faltered for a long time before saying: "...I'm sorry teacher, I overslept."

Old Tang asked questions one by one from the beginning to the end of the line.

You have to find an excuse, and this excuse can't be serious.The further they ask, the more they test their imagination.

In the end, even the excuse that the pants suddenly tore halfway through the walk allowed them to find out.

"Teacher, when I walked downstairs of the teaching building, I suddenly heard the sound of cloth being torn from my lower body... At that moment, I felt that my time was stagnant, and my world changed from color to black and white."

He Zhao learned a lot.

Xie Yu pressed the switch of the shower, and casually complained: "Is his brain broken?"

The sound of running water in the bathroom gradually disappeared.

"How do you feel?" He Zhao said again, "...otherwise, don't go in the afternoon. You sleep a little longer, and I'll ask Old Tang for leave."

Although he was still uncomfortable, it was not to the extent that He Zhao was worried.

Xie Yu put on his clothes, opened the door and said, "I'm not disabled."

"Am I really that bad at technology?" He Zhao took two steps aside, still very concerned about the topic in the morning, "Don't you bark very well."

"..."

Xie Yu really wanted to say, that fucking hurts.

After dinner, the time was about the same. When Xie Yu and He Zhao were returning to the classroom, Wanda happened to be walking outside and bumped into each other.

"Brother Yu, you're finally here? I shouldn't have bought wine, I almost didn't get up in the morning, thanks to my roommate who kicked me off the bed..."

After Wanda finished speaking, she always felt that something was not quite right, so she took a few more glances and vaguely saw a little red mark on Xie Yu's neck near the collar.

Xie Yu's complexion was fair, but if he looked closely, he could see the light blue blood vessels dormant under his skin.

That point of red looks particularly conspicuous.

"By the way." When Xie Yu walked over, Wanda slapped his head and remembered something, "Just now, Old Tang came and asked you to go to his office to find him."

Since this semester, Xie Yu has rarely skipped classes, and he has never fought and caused troubles again, which is much more worry-free than before.

Teachers of various subjects also often talked about these two "man of the hour".

"That He Chao, you did well in the final exam last semester," a female teacher put down the back of her chair after grading homework, planning to lie down and take a nap, and muttered a few words, "Old Wu taught well, 49 points, very good, I remember that he used to score [-] and [-] in the exam..."

During the lunch break, there were no students in the teacher's office, and the teachers said a few words to each other.

Old Tang didn't participate in the discussion, and was busy arranging the things at hand. He didn't look up until Xie Yu knocked on the door and came in: "Are you here? Sit down."

Xie Yu thought that Old Tang was probably looking for him to talk about skipping class in the morning, and was about to say, "Be careful next time", when Old Tang pushed the thick stack of materials towards him.

The top A4 paper is marked: Summary and Summary of Test Sites.

They are all very basic things, starting from the knowledge points in junior high school. The first line is "expression of argumentative essays", and the key points are marked in red fonts.

Xie Yu stared blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"I sorted out these during my vacation. They are not perfect yet. You can go back and read them with He Zhao, or you can make another copy."

Old Tang unscrewed the bottle cap of the kettle and poured wolfberry tea out: "The problem you have now is that you memorize less than usual, and you memorize more of these things when you do the questions. Only when you do the questions do you know which direction to answer the questions..."

It is said to be 'taking the time to organize', but this stack of materials has taken a lot of time.

Then Old Tang considered it again and said, "With your current grades, the college entrance examination is still a bit dangerous."

Xie Yu didn't know what he was talking about: "..."

"No, it doesn't matter, but you still have to try to do the homework left by the teacher," Old Tang sighed, and continued, "And don't always read comic books in class."

During the beginning of school, although Xie Yu didn't continue to pretend to be a poor student, he still gave people the impression that he was not serious and his future was worrisome.

The teaching in No. [-] Middle School was not difficult enough, and the homework usually assigned after class was too simple, so he and He Zhao didn't write very much.You can know the answer just by looking at it, and there is no need to write. Instead of spending your mind on these questions, it is better to do a few more difficult problems.

It's the same in class. I only look up and listen for a while when I hear something interesting, and I spend the rest of the time looking at the set of competition questions I bought.

It has only been half a month since the start of this semester, and he hasn't passed the exam yet. For the first time, Xie Yu realized how heavy the burden of "students" is on him, and he couldn't shake it off.

Xie Yu opened his mouth, wanting to say that I am not the teacher, I am not.

"By the way, there is this." Old Tang drank two sips of tea, put down the water glass, and took out a file bag from the drawer.

In the file bag were his and He Zhao's previous exam papers.

He and He Zhao never made corrections, but now Old Tang marked every wrong question with a red pen. The correct answer was not highlighted, and even the problem-solving ideas and simple templates were pasted on the side with post-it notes.

Xie Yu was completely speechless.

He only felt that the burden of being a scumbag was so heavy that he could directly smash him to death.

Xie Yu had never met a teacher like Old Tang.

When he was in Heishui Street before, because of his outstanding grades, the head teacher often asked him to participate in some competitions, but there was no other interaction.After coming to No. [-] Middle School, the teachers of all subjects only wanted to live in peace and not cause trouble.

Looking at this information, Xie Yu finally understood what He Zhao said, 'I'm afraid of scaring them' - this Class [-] teacher really regarded him and He Zhao as students in need of help.

There are also school committees who usually worry about their academic performance.

He Zhao only improved by more than ten points at the end of the semester, and the people in class three were happier in the class than he got a good grade in the exam.

……

The document in his hand suddenly became heavier and heavier.

Old Tang saw that the time was almost up, he waved his hand and said, "Okay, let's go back to work."

When Xie Yu returned to class with the stack of materials, there was a commotion in Class [-]. The school was about to organize some sports activities. Luo Wenqiang held up the list and shouted: "—Is there anyone else? Who else wants to participate?"

He Zhao sat in the back and made a fuss, and stopped talking when he saw him coming.

Xie Yu directly threw the information on the table, and He Zhao stretched out his hand to turn over two pages: "What did Old Tang ask you for? What the hell is this?"

"Information," Xie Yu finished speaking, let out another breath, hesitated for a while and asked, "You... Where's the plan? Let me see."

"what?"

Xie Yu said: "Steady improvement."

Luo Wenqiang was still on stage asking if anyone would like to participate.

Someone just came back from the outside, heard this sentence and asked: "What activity?"

Luo Wenqiang said: "The basketball game! Are you excited? Do you feel the man's blood is burning?"

"Didn't it say it was cancelled?"

"I heard from Wanda that Mad Dog applied to the higher authorities several times, and finally got it..."

Last year's basketball game almost broke out at the end, Mad Dog reported the criticism in front of the whole school for this matter, scolded him very hard, threatened to cancel their project, and let him kick the shuttlecock in the future.

However, it was also Mad Dog who pleaded with the school leaders in private to get the basketball game back.

When the class bell rang, they were still reluctant to give up the topic of basketball. When Old Wu entered the door, they said a few words: "You guys are in a meeting, did you hear the class bell?"

In the first class in the afternoon, Lao Wu talked about some new knowledge points, and asked them to do some training questions in class to consolidate them.

When there was only stationery left in the classroom, the correction tape made a slight sound when it touched the table, and several students whispered to each other about the purpose.

Xie Yu was holding his pen, and on the table was still the competition book that all the teachers mistook for "manga".

I feel a little desperate.

He Zhao lay on the table, not asleep, and stretched out his hand to take out the pen from Xie Yu's hand little by little: "What do you think?"

Xie Yu's palm suddenly became empty. He closed the competition exercises and said to himself, what else can I think, it's just that the burden of learning is too heavy.

"I'm thinking about whether to leave a way for others to survive."