Squad leader

The hardest thing about high school is early self-study. Of course, this may be the earliest time in life.

And only at this age will you be obsessed with the poisonous chicken soup of "Morning Sun in Los Angeles".

At 412:[-], several alarm clocks in [-] rang at the same time. Jiang Tian slept lightly in the morning, and woke up when the alarm clock jolted. Zhao Wen also jumped up immediately, dressed and washed. At that time, the small broken bed creaked, and Ding Yang turned over impatiently.

After Jiang Tian put on his clothes, he knocked on the edge of the bed of the few people who hadn't gotten up yet. The sound was not loud, only the people on the bed could hear the strength.

When I woke up in the morning, I was more or less annoyed to get up. Everyone washed their eyes and cleaned up in silence, and Ding Yang was the only one who fell asleep with his head covered.

Before going out, Jiang Tian lightly knocked on the edge of Ding Yang's bed, and asked softly, "Do you want to go to morning self-study together?"

Ding Yang shrank his body with his head covered, and replaced his answer with practical actions.

——It is impossible to get up, and it is impossible to study early.

Ding Yang is very tall, curled up, his whole body is centered on the front half of the bed, only his waist is still stuck on the side of the small railing on the upper bunk, Jiang Tian looked at his posture worriedly, what if he fell off the bed? What to do if he fell stupid, he picked up his Stitch doll and stuck it on the small railing of Ding Yang's bed.

"Let's go first." Then he gently closed the door.

At 412:[-], [-] was already empty. After being woken up, Ding Yang couldn't fall asleep. He turned back and forth like a fish on a frying pan. Rubbing Stitch's big ears, Stitch's two big ears have hard plastic strips in the shape of support, sticking to the face is a bit irritating, Ding Yang sat on the bed very irritatedly, scratching With bloated hair, he fixed his eyes on Stitch who was stuck on the small railing, narrowed his eyes and thought, "Whose is this?"

I can't sleep anymore!

Ding Yang turned over and got out of bed, stepping on the edge of the lower bunk bed as the last step out of bed habitually, suddenly remembered what Jiang Tian said last night, and obediently flattened the bed sheet for Jiang Tian with Stitch under his arm.

This Stitch is... Jiang Tian's!

I remember he put it at the end of the bed last night...

Isn't that the position of the feet when sleeping!

Depend on!You put a stepping doll on my head!

Ding Yang was so angry that he threw Stitch onto Jiang Tian's bed, making a mark on the folded quilt.

When he came back to wipe his face with a tooth cup, Ding Yang took a few glances at Jiang Tian's bed. It was as neat as a fake, and the hole in the quilt was particularly abrupt. You count."

After Ding Yang wiped his face, he carefully flattened the bed sheet and quilt for Jiang Tian.

Tidying up with his hands, he kept talking, and complained: "This is a soldier! The stack is still tofu!"

Looking at his tofu brain again, Ding Yang immediately felt ashamed and climbed onto the bed to fold the quilt.

After finally tossing the bed, Ding Yang glanced at the decorations on Jiang Tian's bed, and an idea flashed in his mind. He swaggered to the classroom with Stitch under his arm.

Walking to the door of Class [-] classroom, Ding Yang met Lao An who was patrolling the building.

Lao An sneered: "I came to study early, it's rare."

Ding Yang shook his head arrogantly, and said in his heart, "That's my young master, I think highly of you."

Lao An's eyes were fixed on Stitch, who was in Ding Yang's arms, which didn't match his painting style, "What are you?"

There is no place to hide such a big thing, so Ding Yang lifted his short-sleeved school uniform and stuffed it in his stomach, "This is my son, is he as handsome as me?"

For a moment, Lao An felt that his 20-year education career had encountered the biggest bottleneck, "If you can come to study in the morning, you can bring a missile."

Ding Yang said solemnly: "That's not acceptable, stealing state weapons is against the law."

"Don't be poor here, go in and study."

Six o'clock is the most sleepy time for morning self-study. When Jiang Tian was standing and reciting, he saw Ding Yang come in through the back door holding his school uniform, and then triumphantly took out a blue Stitch from the belly of the school uniform.

Facing Shang Jiangtian's slightly surprised expression, Ding Yang said triumphantly, "My son looks good."

Jiang Tian sneered, "This is your son?" This is clearly my Stitch.

Ding Yang stroked Stitch's big ears, and nodded shamelessly, "Of course it's my son, as handsome as his father."

Jiang Tian smiled lowly, "Childish."

The exhaustion of memorizing was provoked by such a challenge, sobering up a lot, Jiang Tian changed the wrong set of questions and continued to memorize the knowledge points.

The class was filled with the voices of students reciting, and Zhang Lei's voice was like hypnosis.

"This...um...is our country...this...the first thorough...um...anti-imperialist and anti-feudal movement..."

I really don’t know why he had to add dozens of “this” and “that” to such a simple sentence. The revolutionary ancestors of the May Fourth Movement had to jump up and beat him with knives.

Ding Yang was so sleepy that he didn't care whether Stitch had put his feet up or not, he just put his face on the table and slept.

After waking up from this sleep, the classroom is empty!

Grass!I slept through the meal time, and there is nothing delicious to eat at this hour.

Ding Yang was angry, and his inexplicable first reaction was to blame Jiang Tian.

It's all Jiang Tian's fault for calling him in the morning, otherwise he wouldn't come over for self-study, or he wouldn't have missed breakfast!A circle of blame came down, summed up in one sentence: It's all Jiang Tian's fault!

Ding Yang lay down on the table and complained angrily, dizzy from hunger.

When he was about to ascend to the sky, a smell of rice wafted over, and Ding Yang's eyes lit up immediately.

Jiang Tian was carrying two steamed buns, an egg pancake, two eggs, and a cup of soy milk, "I brought it for you, I didn't call you when you woke up, and I didn't know what you like to eat, so I just bought some .”

Zhang Lei came out of nowhere, "Squad leader, I'm not full, can you give me an egg?"

Ding Yang snatched breakfast like a child, "Look at the oil on your mouth, it's rolling, go!"

Zhang Lei pursed his mouth aggrievedly.

Jiang Tian took out a French bun from his bag, "I still have this here, do you want to eat it?"

Zhang Lei was overwhelmed with flattery, "No, no, I'm joking, monitor, I'm full, and I'm still hiccupping."

As he said that, he immediately burped loudly, with a slight smell of fresh leeks and eggs.

Ding Yang was still angry at Jiang Tian for waking him up in the morning, and grabbed the bun, "I'm hungry, give it to me."

Ding Yang's slap to snatch the bread was a bit strong, and Jiang Tian was a little dazed for a moment, "Slow down, don't choke, I still have it."

During class, Ding Yang thought about the money for meals. His father, Ding Dong, was a typical sleazy capitalist, but when it comes to money since he was a child, Ding Dong taught Ding Yang that he must repay his debts, no matter if it was a debt of favor or real money.

He dug out his wallet and found no change. He didn't bother to calculate the scattered prices, so he took out a red card and placed it on Jiang Tian's table, "Here's the money for the morning meal!"

Jiang Tian, ​​who was writing words silently, was taken aback, "No, it's not much money."

"That won't work, my brother is still clear about it."

Jiang Tian shook his head, "No need."

Ding Yang insisted on someone accepting it, so a piece of fiery red Grandpa Mao was stuffed into Jiang Tian's hand. Jiang Tian pursed his lips, and put the money under the pen case casually, "I'll accept it, don't disturb my study."

Ding Yang was stunned by the sudden indifference, he slammed this sentence, it tasted weird, who wouldn't be happy if someone gave you money for nothing?

At noon, Lu Lei imitated Song Shuai and Lao An and frowned, "Brother Yang, let me tell you whether you are really stupid or not. If you want to return his meal, you can just call him back next time." , forcing money like he's trying to get you in order to get your money."

"I didn't mean it that way."

Lu Lei sighed, "I know you didn't mean that, but you make people think that's what you mean. Well, here's a tip for you. You've done a good job recently!" Lu Lei also pretended to pat Ding Yang on the shoulder.

"Brother Yang, you are disgusting to others. You are an uneducated rich man who spends money recklessly."

"Depend on!"

Ding Yang rubbed Stitch's big ears, out of breath.

He has always been the one who finds fault with others. When has Ding Yang ever suffered such aggrieved loss?

Today is Friday, and it is also the day when the experimental middle school goes home after school. It takes half a month to rest, and finally let people go.

Ding Yang had given his brain a holiday in advance since the morning, and with the oolong in the morning, Jiang Tian hadn't spoken to him the whole morning, and he was extremely bored.

Although Jiang Tian didn't take the initiative to talk to him, but he just felt that Jiang Tian lost his temper because of what happened in the morning and ignored him.

Ding Yang didn't get up at noon, and slept through the first physical education class in the afternoon. When the second class in the afternoon came, he had expected that the table would be flooded with test papers, but his usual way of handling it was to throw it away Going into the trash can, the previous seat is also close to the trash can, so it's a matter of turning around.

There was no teacher in the physical education class of the third year of senior high school, and it was disbanded after running. Some of them went back to the classroom to study, and some of them played football, especially the girls led by Zhang Mengyao, they liked playing football very much. There were no rules, so everyone gathered around Ball running and exercise are also good. Boys prefer to play basketball and table tennis. Anyway, the field is empty, so students can have fun.

The class representative will go back to hand out the papers a little earlier, so as not to take up the time when the second class is over and the school is over. Otherwise, there will be the sound of footsteps coming and going in the corridor, who would be interested in handing out the papers.

Ding Yang came in from the back door in a daze, walked around the trash can, but couldn't find his own table, just about to have a fit, thought for a while, "I changed my seat, my deskmate is no longer a trash can."

I saw that the papers on my desk were neatly put together by categories, and the selected topics were carefully outlined.

Jiang Tianzheng was standing by the seat and took the papers from the front table one by one, before the table tennis racket on the table had time to be put away.I keep one copy of the papers, put one on Ding Yang's desk, and put the rest on the bookshelf behind him, waiting for students who lack papers to come and claim them.

The weather in September is still a little dry, and the sunlight is still a bit dazzling when it enters the classroom. It is reflected on Jiang Tian's hot sweat just after his physical education class, which makes people feel a throbbing feeling.

Ding Yang walked in with his pockets in his pockets, "Don't bother me to clean it up, I won't do it anyway."

Jiang Tian wiped the sweat from his forehead, "It's not too much trouble, one person can also clean up, two people are not too many, in case you want to do it someday."

Zhang Lei rolled his eyes and asked Ding Yang to do his homework. It would be better to kill him.

Ding Yang glared back at him, Zhang Lei quickly turned his head away.

Ding Yang straddled the back of the chair with long legs, said "Thank you" lightly, and stuffed the paper into the table hole.

The last section is Lao An's Chinese class.

In Ding Yang's eyes, learning ancient prose is nonsense. The ancients are all dead, and it's useless to know how he thinks. Could it be possible to exchange ideas in a dream at night?

Bored, he took out the test papers that Jiang Tian had organized from the hole in the table. The first stack was English. He glanced at it casually. It was an interesting little story. At that time, I had already finished a set of questions.

"School is over!"

Zhang Lei ran out with his schoolbag on his back, turned his head and thought he was dazzled, "Brother Yang, are you doing a question?"

Ding Yang kicked his stool and it hit his calf. Zhang Lei exaggeratedly cried out the pain. Ding Yang said, "There's no fuss about such a simple question."

Zhang Lei was stunned, "Easy? Brother, uncle, dad! This is a real question for the college entrance examination. Do you think it's easy?"

"It's really simple." Ding Yang raised his chin and turned his pen proudly.

Zhang Lei didn't believe it, "No, I have to give you the right answer!"

Ding Yang "cut" and threw the paper to him, with an expression of "I've rewarded you", and two diapers stacked on the table, with an expression of not wanting to communicate with ordinary people.

Jiang Tian didn't react at all, as if the noisy people next to him were not in the same world as him, he wrote his topic quietly, and didn't seem to be carrying his schoolbag on his back to go home from school.

"Damn it! Brother, you're awesome! Didn't you copy your correct rate?"

Ding Yang bounced his butt, "You fart!"

This time, Jiang Tian was startled, the pen in his hand fell to the ground and rolled around several times.

"Look, monitor!"

Zhang Lei shoved the paper in front of Jiang Tian. Ding Yang couldn't bear to look at his flamboyant handwriting when he thought of it. He also marked "stupid criticism" next to the content of reading chapter C about the impact of digital media on family relationships. "Ding Yang rushed to snatch the two words, but it was too late.

Jiang Tian flipped through it twice, wondering if he saw Ding Yang's incisive annotations, so he nodded at Ding Yang, "Your English is pretty good."

Ding Yang grinned at the corners of his mouth, "So-so, I just took bilingual courses when I was young."

Zhang Lei admired the five-body cast, "It's different in big cities."

"Go away, go aside."

Zhang Lei jumped out of the classroom while avoiding Ding Yang's shadowless feet.

Jiang Tian put the paper on his desk, looked down for his pen, and the round ball barely stopped on the edge of Ding Yang's white sneakers. Ding Yang squatted down to pick it up, "I...I didn't mean that in the morning..."

Jiang Tian took the pen, "It's okay, I didn't think much about it."

--fart!

Ding Yang complained.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people in the classroom, Ding Yang asked, "Aren't you going home yet?"

Jiang Tian: "There are so many people now that I can't squeeze into the bus. I'll leave later."

Ding Yang really didn't understand what was going on in the head of this kind of person who was willing to stay in school, staying in school for a second was full of troubles and torments, "If you don't leave, I will leave first."

"Well, be careful."

Jiang Tian said casually without raising his head, while turning the gel pen, while concentrating on the contour topographic map in his hand.

The words "Be careful" caused quite a stir in Ding Yang's heart, and he was thrown alone in this small place in J City. Except for Aunt Zhang, who was hired by his father to take care of his daily life and food, this was the first time anyone said anything to him. He said such warm words.

Ding Yang looked back at Jiang Tian, ​​who was concentrating on solving the problem. He just said it casually. He bit his tongue viciously, scolded himself for "self-indulgence", kicked the back door with a bang, and groaned angrily while holding the eDonkey key. gone.

Jiang Tian looked at the innocent back door inexplicably.

Ding Yang propped up the electric car on his two long legs, watching the noise at the school gate turn into desolation, and the teacher on duty was about to leave work after wandering around.

The temperature dropped quickly at night in September. Ding Yang didn't wear a long-sleeved jacket, and the breeze was blowing too much.

"Why don't you come out? You're going to spend the night at school!"

Ding Yang bit his tongue, "Damn, why should I wait for him!"

Turning the car key to leave, I just saw Jiang Tian coming out of the teaching building with his schoolbag on his back. There are almost no people in the huge campus. The background of Jiang Tian is the iconic clock tower of the experiment. It seems very insignificant.

Jiang Tian saw Ding Yang at the school gate at a glance. After all, he was the only one at the school gate now, "Hey, why haven't you left yet?"

Ding Yang coughed twice in a concealed manner, "I just went to play football with Lu Lei, and I'm about to leave."

"But I ran into Lu Lei in the office half an hour ago, and he left with Mr. Song's car."

Ding Yang was embarrassed, "Eh... let's go, I just went to ride a bike, and he ran away, let's see how I deal with him later! Dude, it's so late now, do you want me to give you a ride?"

Jiang Tian politely refused, "No need, there are still buses."

"Why so much nonsense, you are not happy to give you a ride for free."

Jiang Tian was taken aback for a moment, obviously not knowing why he got angry suddenly, "It's not...I..."

"Shut up and get in the car!"

Jiang Tian sat helplessly on the back seat of the electric car, "Just turn left when you go out."

After a while, Jiang Tian arrived.

Ding Yang was surprised: "You live so close?"

Jiang Tian shook his head, "My family doesn't live here, I'll wait for the bus here."

--Grass!I want to take you home, but you have to wait for the car by yourself!Don't want a small eDonkey with royal treatment, you have to be a big bus!

"Then just wait!"

Ding Yang turned around angrily and went home.

"and many more!"

Jiang Tian called Ding Yang to stop, and Ding Yang turned around as if he had won the lottery, but Jiang Tian had no intention of going with him at all, so he took off his school uniform and long-sleeved jacket and handed it to Ding Yang, "Put it on when the wind is strong at night, ride Don't catch a cold in the car."

"I do not want it."

"It's okay, I'm not cold on the bus."

Take the bus, take the bus, take your bus!

Ding Yang put on his school uniform and jacket roughly, and galloped away on a small electric donkey.

Jiang Tian couldn't figure it out, "What the hell is he angry about?"

Is it easy for people to get angry in autumn?

The author has something to say: Thanks for reading, I wish you a happy life!