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This question was a very tricky one for Fang Zheng, because he didn't know how to answer it at all, and he had to say it just because he felt it.

Man is a wonderful creature, born with different feelings about what he touches, some people like it at a glance, some people feel uncomfortable at the first sight, and you can’t like it, You can't tell why, but your feeling tells you that you don't like it.

It feels like a very unreasonable little cutie.

Fang Zheng picked on the black foam of the bicycle faucet, then cleared his throat and said, "Feeling."

"Just because of this?" Fang An raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Then I feel pretty good."

"I can't say this," Fang Zheng really didn't know how to explain it. He stopped the car, looked at Fang An, and said with some difficulty in organizing his words, "For example, it's like having a tomato. It's shiny, but you don't like the smell of it."

Fang An's pupils dilated suddenly: "Wang Zhu has a smell? Why didn't I know!"

"Fuck! How did your IQ just dump me for a few blocks and beat all the little trash in the tenth middle school to get the first place in the school?"

"Who the hell understands your fucking metaphor?"

"I fucking understand!"

"Then your mother is awesome!"

"..."

Because of this interesting metaphor, Fang Zheng and Fang An finally had a quarrel and broke up, and both of them parted ways with unhappy faces.

Not long after Fang Zheng left, Lin Lu analyzed every question he could not write on the draft paper in detail, and then sat on Fang Zheng's swivel chair to play games.

According to the previous practice, he should take Fang Ke to play for a while, but Fang Ke has been living in the shop opened by Fang's father since Fang Zheng's high school started. For him, even Mother Fang, who used to be a full-time cook, went to a friend's pharmacy to find a leisurely job because she felt free.

It was already evening, and the golden-red sunset shrouded Lin Lu's body through the glass, outlining his side face with a warm feeling. Lin Lu lowered his eyelashes and tapped on the keyboard dully Killing monsters.

Without Fang Zheng, playing games alone is meaningless.

Lin Lu has already helped Fang Zheng improve ten ranks in a row. He really didn't want to fight at the end of the fight, so he backed out. He wandered aimlessly on the webpage. When he glanced at the penguin logo below , clicked in very cheaply.

This kind of practice is very wicked, shameless and shameful. Lin Lu is struggling on the edge of the moral bottom line. Just when he finally decided to be a man and become a Buddha and wants to quit QQ, Fang Zheng suddenly opened the door and came in.

"When I parted ways with that idiot Fang An just now, there was a peach cart selling peaches in front of me. I remember you like peaches, right? I just bought a few, and I remember you have to peel the peaches , or you will feel flustered after eating it...the peeler in my house disappeared, do you know how hard it was for me to peel the fruit knife just now..." Fang Zheng stared at the plate in his hand as soon as he opened the door. The peeled and cut peaches were mumbling, and when they looked up unexpectedly, they saw someone frantically clicking the mouse, "...What are you excited about? Don't click it, do you want its life?"

Lin Lu turned around in grief, really wanting to say, did you want me?

Fang Zheng walked up to Lin Lu with a peach in his hand, took a fork and stuffed a piece into his mouth, and said thoughtfully, "Come and eat a piece, is it sweet?"

The sweetness of the peaches was mediocre, and Fang Zheng cut them into too big pieces and stuffed them too rudely. Lin Lu almost choked before he felt the beauty of being fed.

It's not gentle at all.

"Is it sweet?" Fang Zheng took a piece and gnawed it in his mouth, and kept asking, "Is it sweet? Mine is quite sweet, and this is the first time I've bought fruit by myself."

"Sweet!" Lin Lu finally finished the piece of peach, and praised Fang Zheng very much, "It's sweeter than any peach I've ever eaten before."

"So sweet?" Fang Zheng picked up a piece of brother and sister who suspected Lin Lu ate just now and took a bite, then looked at Lin Lu sympathetically and said, "Did you never eat any good peaches before? Ordinarily, you should have read countless peaches, and this peach tastes like a crane tail among all the peaches, how can you praise it so much?"

Lin Lu: "..."

Fang Zheng's plate of peaches was particularly generous, and it was originally cut for Lin Lu, but because someone was heartless and very unsympathetic, Lin Lu was also very unsympathetic, so he didn't eat another piece of peaches.

"Would you like a piece?" Fang Zheng held more than half of the peaches left on the plate, wanting to cry, "Have a piece?"

"It's not sweet," Lin Lu looked at him expressionlessly, "it's not tasty, so I won't praise it, you can end it alone."

"It's good to hold it occasionally." Fang Zheng forked a peach and put it in his mouth, "Let's hold it."

It was too close, Lin Lu looked at Fang Zheng's rosy lips, and could even smell the fragrance of peaches, he bit his lower lip, and opened his mouth as if giving up.

Due to the temptation of being so close, Lin Lu finally helped to finish the remaining peaches without any hope.

Fang Zheng put the plate aside and said softly, "Thank you."

"Thank you?" Lin Lu didn't understand.

"Thank you for coming." Fang Zheng said with a smile.

"You're welcome." Lin Lu said.

"Have you finished writing it for me?" Fang Zheng sat down in front of the desk, flipping through the draft in his hand, "Writing in such detail is quite laborious, isn't it? You are in the first class, write this meeting for me." Will it delay your study? Your class should be very competitive, right?"

"This is really being polite," Lin Lu said, "I haven't written it for long, and I was playing games just now, and any delay is also a delay in the game. It is also good for me to help you write it in detail, and it can strengthen memory."

"Is your class strong in competition?" Fang Zheng continued to ask the above question.

"I don't know," Lin Lu said, "It's only just started and there is no exam yet. Who can figure out who's level? But those who can enter the first class should be pretty awesome."

"You are also awesome," Fang Zheng said, "so you have to maintain your current awesome state."

"Why did you say this suddenly?" Lin Lu asked.

"I'm just..." Fang Zheng looked at the draft paper in his hand, lowered his eyes and said, "The study tasks in high school are much heavier than those in junior high school. I just think that you can help me review in junior high school, but the most important thing is to take care of yourself in high school." .”

Lin Lu looked at the red rope in Fang Zheng's hand, and said after a long time, "You are also very important."

The days of the first year of high school passed quickly, just like pouring a basin of water on the concrete floor under the scorching sun, it evaporated in a short while.

Since Jian Yan was embarrassed by Lin Lu on the first day of school, she completely extinguished her resurgent liking for Lin Lu this summer. The reason why she asked about Lin Lu's girlfriend that day was that Desperately embraced the chance that maybe they broke up, and then Lin Lu would be able to see her.

In the end, Lin Lu took it as gossip that crossed the line, and let out the last cruel words.

Jian Yan completely let go, after all, she is not the kind of person who shamelessly wants to be superior when she knows that other people have girlfriends.But she really wanted to be friends with Lin Lu, so after thinking about it for a long time, she went to apologize to Lin Lu, and made it clear that she would never gossip again in the future. .

Lin Lu accepted Jian Yan's apology, and felt very relieved after she promised not to gossip again.

So the two quickly developed a pure friendship.

Fang Zheng's life in high school was fairly honest. He didn't fight, didn't skip class to play games, and didn't sleep in class. Except that his enthusiasm for writing homework and endorsement was not as strong as that of good students, he basically became a good student happily.

The good student's deskmate is obsessed with talking about platonic love with angels every day, and quit fighting and falling over the wall to sleep in online classes. The fly in the ointment is that he even quit doing homework after attending classes.

The first monthly exam is coming soon.

After all, it was the first exam in his high school career, and it was also a test of himself, so Fang Zheng was quite serious about this exam.

As usual, Fang An put aside the progress of his platonic love two days before the exam, and embraced Buddha's feet frantically.

Buddha's feet gave Fang Yu face as always. When the monthly exam results came out, the teacher wanted to tear them into pieces. Fang Yu, who hadn't listened to a few classes until now, passed every subject. Shi Ran drifted away.

Fang Zheng did well in the exam, occupying the No.16 seat in the class at the end of the crane, but what he was most concerned about was whether Lin Lu's grades were still as good as before.

After all, after he said that day that he would not let Lin Lu help him solve the problem, Lin Lu still answered correctly and became more active.

Class [-] was on the sixth floor, and Class [-] was on the third floor. As soon as the clear and melodious bell rang, Fang Zheng rushed downstairs.

Lin Lu is receiving praise.

Although he only took the third place in the class, the head teacher still praised Lin Lu for a long time without hesitation, even after class was over.

"You really should all learn a little more like Lin Lu, with his earnest and hard-working attitude, and the most commendable thing about him is that he is not arrogant at all. How many of you are just because of how good you were in junior high school before, and now you are so good at it? I'm in the best class of No. [-] Middle School, it's so beautiful that I can't find it, I'm going to float in the sky, look at your report card, and look at Lin Lu's..."

Fang Zheng stopped by the front door of Class One, and when he heard the praiseful words of the middle-aged woman inside, he smiled and turned around to leave.

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