three years old

National Day holidays are closed, the third year of high school continues to read and learn to write papers, and the second year of high school is doing normal classes.

As the school sports meeting approached, every class in the first and second grades of senior high school began to get restless, with slogans flying all over the sky, shouting loudly, and rehearsing the phalanx on the playground every afternoon.

Xingcheng is also busy with school team training, but he still finds time to go out to serve as the flag guard for the school. Ning Xi couldn't participate in the third year of high school. As soon as he finished writing the paper in the afternoon, he looked up from the window, and he could see the inside of the flag guard phalanx. Standing at the forefront of the ride.

Cheng Cheng wore a uniform with a tie and a shirt, white gloves on his hands, and a corner of the red flag. His hair was grown a little longer and smoothed with hairspray.

The layer of glass in Ning Xi's heart seemed to have been knocked non-stop with a small hammer by Xing Cheng, until cracks were formed, and it was about to shatter and fall over it.

The few guards following the flag, Ning Xi looked like they were marching.

Before evening self-study started at [-] o'clock, each class in the third grade had to send someone to the printing room to collect the papers, and the arts and sciences were staggered. Ning Xi walked through the science classroom and did not look at Ying and Chen to come out.

Senior three are on the fourth floor, senior two are on the third floor, senior one is on the second floor, and there are printing rooms on the second and third floors, but they are at the other end of the corridor.

When Ning Xi went downstairs, she realized that there was still a corridor to get to the printing room.

He stood at the stairs and thought for a while, vaguely remembering that the walking classroom was also on this floor.

Ning Xi was considered a celebrity in the school. When he stopped at the stairs, the corridor of the second year of high school where he had just finished his evening self-study was much quieter, and it was inevitable that a few girls would come out of the classroom to see him.

He is wearing a school uniform today, holding a pen and a test paper form in his hand. The long sleeves of the school uniform are rolled up, so he is not affected by the noise in the corridor of the second year of high school. He keeps his eyes on the front without looking at anything around him. glance.

Ning Xi walked halfway through the corridor, and as soon as she passed the third class of Liberal Arts in the second year of high school, she saw Xing Cheng.

Cheng Cheng was standing at the back door of the classroom, wearing short-sleeves and ball pants, surrounded by a group of boys, leaning against the door frame of the back door, raising his eyebrows at him.

Today Xingcheng is wearing a sports wristband, the color is still the same as the wristband he gave Ning Xi.

Ren Meiyan watched Ning Xi look over, followed by a whistle, and the back of the head was patted by Xing Cheng: "Don't brag!"

Xing Cheng saw that his brother stopped, and continued to lean on the door to look at him, and a group of boys next to him also looked this way, nodding and whispering hello: "Brother Xi..."

At that time, Ning Xi felt that if conditions allowed, Xing Cheng would dare to move a soft chair in the middle, and the boys next to him would each distribute a fan, and when he arrived at the door of the liberal arts class, they would start fanning.

Seeing that the brothers beside him had greeted each other, Xing Cheng also called out: "Brother."

Ning Xi nodded, quickly shifted her gaze, and continued to walk forward to the printing room in a sullen mood.

As soon as he left, Xingcheng directed the group of boys to do what to do. He also heard that the senior year was going to come down to take the papers, so he just stood at the back door and waited, maybe he might actually meet his brother coming down.

I really wish that the third year of high school would come to get a test paper every day.

At his age, he wished that he could always look like a god in front of Ning Xi, be cool at any time, and make him feel the scorching heat.

As Ning Xi walked, the sophomores in the corridor consciously gave way to the seniors, and a few seniors came one after another.

In the printing room to pick up the papers, Ning Xi was relieved to not be watched by so many people at last, and recalled the appearance of standing at the back door greeting him just now with a stinky face.

Only Ning Xi knew that the form paper in his hand at that time was twisted to the corners by himself.

When the bell rang for the first class, Ren Mei and the others smoked cigarettes from the toilet, went back to the classroom, sat next to Xing Cheng who hadn't gone, and gave him a slight push: "Do you still miss your brother?"

Cheng Cheng was so sad, resting his chin on his arm, he lay down on the table and sighed: "I think I was a little silly just now."

Ren Mei tried to comfort him: "It's okay, it's okay, it's like this at the beginning of love."

Xingcheng nodded, opened the exercise book and looked around, felt that he didn't want to do homework tonight, turned his head to look at the camera, coughed, and whispered to Ren Mei: "I'll sleep for a while, wait for Lao Zhang Lecture, you call me."

Ren Mei is very loyal: "No problem, go to bed brother!"

Xing Cheng fell asleep on his stomach with his eyes closed, and covered his face with a book.

When he woke up this time, he was woken up by Lao Zhang, and he woke up after a doze. He stood up quickly, looking energetic, and everyone in the group stared at him.

Holding the pointer, Lao Zhang knocked on the podium with a sharp voice: "Xingcheng, tell me, what is the choice for this question?"

Ren Mei, who went to bed 5 minutes later than him, also woke up, and immediately flipped through the book. The two of them were surrounded by scumbags.

Lao Zhang didn't care about Xing Cheng standing stupidly, staring at Ren Mei flipping through the book, and reminded: "Page 21."

Ren Mei let out an "oh", and hurried to see a brother with excellent grades. That buddy was sitting in the front row, and he was also turning around with an anxious expression on his face. He frantically gestured towards Ren Mei and made a "" correct" gesture.

There is a huge distance between the front seat and the back seat guarding the water dispenser, Ren Mei couldn't see clearly, vaguely, when her mind got hot, she whispered to Xing Cheng, "Choose C."

Xingcheng was unambiguous at all: "Choose C!"

Lao Zhang was also unambiguous: "Xingcheng, this is a question of judgment."

Who is to blame, but the "correct" gesture looks too much like the letter C from a distance.

As Xing Cheng wished, some girls in the back row of Ning Xi's class were missing papers and did not receive them, so he ran to the printing room with the materials.