born stubborn

Ding Yuanyuan still used a piece of red wool to hang the homework from the upstairs window. This time, Yuan Yang learned well, first took the clothes drying pole from the balcony, and successfully hooked up the homework.

Xia Gua lay on his bed, leaning against the wall to read comics, knowing that he was going to do his homework, so he didn't dare to bluff, and even turned the pages cautiously.

Sure enough, Ding Yuanyuan wrote the answers on other papers. Yuan Yang faced the homework paper, looking for the ones he understood, and copying up the ones he didn't understand.

The remaining ones are like a bible, just skip them and write an answer indiscriminately.

When the copy was almost finished, Xia Gua suddenly asked in a low voice: "Brother, when can you draw a manga?"

Yuan Yang stopped, is this a dream?

Dreaming about things: first, the Nanying Academy of Fine Arts; second, the publication of picture books and comics?

But it's interesting to think about it. If you can't realize it, at least you still have the right to think about it.

Yuan Yang curled his lips and said mockingly, "Maybe, if I get admitted to Nanying Academy of Fine Arts."

Xia Guai happily asked: "You mean what you say?"

"It counts." Yuan Yang smiled and nodded.

A shadow appeared in front of him, a misty beige figure.

Yuan Yang thought it might be Ding Yuanyuan, wearing her beige dress, trying to attract his attention.

After a closer look, it wasn't Ding Yuanyuan.

The man's back was facing Yuan Yang, most of his body was blurred, only two long, straight and slender legs could be seen clearly.

It turned out to be a boy, no clothes, good figure, familiar, but it is not clear who it is.

Yuan Yang suddenly felt itchy, like a cat scratching, scratching him to tear off the disguise, wanting to get closer to see clearly.

But when he took a step forward, the man took a step back.

Taking two steps forward, the man took two steps back, keeping a distance between him and him.

Not only that, but the man suddenly lowered his waist, and in the middle of the unclear body details, there was a clear gap at the top of the two long legs.

Hold!You don't want to see me, why are you seducing me?Yuan Yang complained angrily.

After complaining, he suddenly woke up, feeling a little uncomfortable.

A certain part of the body is too hard and uncomfortable, and it is even more uncomfortable in the heart.

This is his secret, and no one knows it except himself.

This secret is also one of the reasons why he began to be silent and gradually alienated the people around him.

He is different from other boys.

No, it should be said that other boys are different from him.

Other boys like to talk about girls, who has good breasts, who has a pretty face, and who has fair skin, but he is not interested.

Other boys like to flirt with girls, and when they have nothing to do, they like to get close to them, looking for opportunities to make small troubles, or to do a little favor.

To Yuan Yang, girls are another species, another species with which he will not have the closest relationship.

It can be a relative or a friend, but it cannot be the object of his pursuit.

"Liang Yue!"

Hao Tian carried a math paper, crossed two or three rows of desks, and ran towards Liang Yue.

"Ah?" Liang Yue raised his eyebrows, half a bag of pure milk dangling from his mouth.

"How to solve this question?" Hao Tian spread the algebra paper on Liang Yue's desk, and poked at the wrong question on the paper, "The math teacher asked me to copy the correct answer of this question on the blackboard."

Liang Yue glanced at the question, but looked up at Hao Tian's shoulder, took the milk from his mouth, smiled and whispered, "It's exposed."

Hao Tian lowered her head in wonder, and saw a piece of blue underwear sticking out from her shoulder.

It is very embarrassing for adolescent girls to see underwear belts by boys. They usually run away quickly or hide, and find a place where no one is around to adjust them secretly.

Hao Tian was abnormal, she was careless to the point where she could call girls best friends and boys brothers and sisters.

So he simply removed the clothes and exposed half of his underwear for Liang Yue to admire, "Do you like lace?"

Liang Yue almost spit out his milk, "Squad leader, are you a girl?"

"I let you see the question, who let you see my underwear!"

Hao Tian yelled a little loudly, and the students who heard it all laughed like booing.

Liang Yue suppressed his laughter, put the milk back to his mouth, found a pen, and buried himself in the paper to write the answer.

Hao Tian stared in admiration at the equations listed by Liang Yue on the test paper, clicked her tongue in admiration, and said enviously, "I'll go, I don't even have to think about it, just write it down?"

Liang Yue said inarticulately: "I thought about it, when I saw your underwear belt just now."

Hao Tian went up and slapped him on the back, with a slap, like a crisp jujube.

"Together, together." A few boys at the next table booed.

Hao Tian stared majestically and scanned the surrounding area, and suddenly everything was quiet again.

Not only did Liang Yue fail to remember the lesson, he even reached out and patted Yuan Yang, who was dozing on his stomach at the front table, "Did you hear me, I'm talking about you."

Yuan Yang turned around and was about to get angry, but saw two band-aids on Liang Yue's nose bridge, and instantly suppressed his anger, and threw him a sentence: "Boring!"

Liang Yue rolled his eyes and smiled.

"Hurry up, I still have to copy on the blackboard." Hao Tian couldn't hold back, and slapped Liang Yue on the shoulder again.

"Oops!" Yuan Yang scolded him.

Hao Tian went to the blackboard to copy the questions, Liang Yue sucked the bag of milk until it dried up, then blew it into a ball, like shooting a basketball, and threw the bag into the trash can in the corner behind.

Yuan Yang sat up straight, looked up at the questions on the blackboard, and lowered his head to copy on his paper.

Liang Yue leaned on the desk, leaning on his chin with one hand, staring at Yuan Yang's back, "Yuan Yang, do you have something to do after school?"

"Why?" Yuan Yang asked impatiently.

Liang Yue put the cap on the pen that was writing the answer just now, poked Yuan Yang on the back, and said in a low voice: "Tonight, Nanying University of Technology has a band performance, do you want to play?"

"No time." Yuan Yang directly refused.

Liang Yue twirled the pen in his hand, and laughed at him, "You go home and hold it back every day, aren't you afraid of being stupid?"

Yuan Yang frowned, glanced at the title, "Not as rough as you."

Liang Yue wasn't angry, and hummed along with Yuan Yang's words, "There's a wave in the waves, there's a wave in the waves..."

Yuan Yang couldn't continue writing, so he put the pen on the desk and shouted angrily, "Can you fucking..."

Seeing the people around him looking this way, Yuan Yang suppressed the fire, "Can you be quiet, huh?"

Liang Yue became honest, and said in a low voice: "You write, I will keep quiet."

"Fuck!" Yuan Yang turned around, picked up the pen and continued to copy the answer.

Liang Yue took out a sketchbook from the desk, changed a charcoal pencil, and drew a strong outline of the back on the sketchbook.

"Xiong Da is here." Someone cautiously called the police.

The next class was not a professional class, but Li Xinze walked into the classroom of Class 7 of the United States. He didn't look elsewhere, only looked at Yuan Yang, "Yuan Yang, come here."

Yuan Yang put down his pen, got up, and followed Li Xinze out of the classroom.

He probably thought of what Li Xinze wanted from him.

Li Xinze led him into the hidden corridor behind the classroom, turned around, held onto the railing with one hand, and wiped his face with the other.

Yuan Yang found it very strange that Li Xinze had been like this since before the summer vacation, and it seemed that he didn't wake up every day.

Tired, lacking energy, like ten years older.

"Yuan Yang, my master came to see me yesterday." Li Xinze said, "We haven't seen each other for a long time, let's have a meal together."

Yuan Yang nodded, he understood that Li Xinze was referring to Xia Weichu, and what Xia Weichu told him yesterday.

Li Xinze said again: "I have too many things to do, and I have not taken care of your grades. I am very sorry."

Yuan Yang shook his head, "No, it's my own problem."

"How about it," Li Xinze said with a smile, "I found you a classmate with good grades in the general high school class, who will help you make up the lessons. After school in the afternoon, come to my office. I'll call her over. You guys get to know each other. .”

Li Xinze's efficiency is quite fast. I don't know if he has too much respect for Xia Weichu, his master, and he managed to get the job done in less than half a day.

"Oh, thank you Teacher Li." Yuan Yang had no choice but to nod.

Li Xinze smiled gently, with thin creases around his eyelids, he raised his hand and put it on Yuan Yang's shoulder, "Please bring up your grades and thank me."

Today, Yuan Yang listened carefully to the class for the first time.

The more I listened, the more I felt that I had fallen behind too much, and it was very difficult to follow, and I was a little anxious.

Liang Yue, Ding Yuanyuan, Xia Weichu, Li Xinze, Chen Xing... These people more or less played a role in Yuan Yang's performance.

The most important thing is himself.

He seemed to wake up suddenly, even if those dreams were imagined like dreams, he shouldn't keep sliding down.

The big ant with its wings glued back will definitely continue to be excellent.

He also wanted to try.

As soon as the school bell rang, Yuan Yang got up to pack his schoolbag and planned to go to Li Xinze's office.

"Yuan Yang, are you going?" Liang Yue, who was sitting at the back table, stretched out his hand to grab the corner of his clothes and asked.

Yuan Yang pulled back the corner of his clothes in displeasure, stared back at Liang Yue, and said mockingly, "It's the third year of high school, a top student, you know?"

Liang Yue twisted his fingertips and gave a "tsk".

Yuan Yang ignored him, picked up his schoolbag, and left.

The door of Li Xinze's office was closed, and Yuan Yang stood at the door, hesitated, and knocked lightly twice, "Report!".

"Come in." Li Xinze responded from the door.

Yuan Yang pushed the door open and went in, but froze at the door.

Because Ding Yuanyuan was sitting next to Li Xinze's desk.

Are you kidding me, Lalangpei?

Yuan Yang himself felt so embarrassed, he didn't expect that he would become entangled with Ding Yuanyuan from that cigarette end.

Ding Yuanyuan seemed to have known that the other party would be Yuan Yang, so she didn't feel awkward at all, instead she looked at Yuan Yang and smiled.

Li Xinze's office was in a mess. It hadn't been cleaned up for some time, and there was almost no place to stand, so he was ashamed to let the students in.

Yuan Yang poked at the door, looking awkwardly.

"Yuan Yang, come and sit down."

Li Xinze picked up a simple stool, used the legs of the stool to push away the scattered equipment and painting utensils, and poked it near the desk.

"I'll just stand." Yuan Yang suggested.

"I'm too messed up," Li Xinze smiled embarrassedly, and waved vigorously at Yuanyang, "Don't stand there, come and sit down."

Yuan Yang had no choice but to step over a pile of messy objects, next to Ding Yuanyuan, and sat opposite Li Xinze.

"This is my niece," Li Xinze introduced, pointing to Ding Yuanyuan, "She's called Ding Yuanyuan, she's in Class 3, third year of Pugao."

Yuan Yang almost sprayed, another uncle!

The relationship between uncle and uncle is really a perfect match, they all come together.

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