What if there are no inhibitors?

Song Zhiwei said, "What's the matter?"

He Shengze's eyes were in a trance, "Let's try."

Song Zhiwei's pupils widened suddenly.

The other party raised the corner of his mouth: "Try to fall in love."

Song Zhiwei couldn't help but laugh: "I'm not what I used to be now, it's impossible."

Usually when people hear this sentence, they will understand it as: I am not who I used to be now, and I don't like you anymore.

But only he himself knows what it means.

At the end he added: "You should say this to the old me."

He should be happy to hear that.

After a long while, He Shengze licked his dry lips: "You don't like it at all? Even if I say we're in love, don't you feel moved at all?"

The other party was not angry, and there seemed to be some real doubts and sadness on his face.

Song Zhiwei nodded: "Yes, I don't like it at all." --

As soon as he finished speaking, he answered flatly: "It's over? I should go." After finishing speaking, he turned to look for Han Lu.

He Shengze looked at their backs, one tall and one short walking side by side, which seemed to be a tacit understanding.

He clenched the hand hanging by his side, then took out his mobile phone and called Du Xu, "Tell me what happened to Song Zhiwei in Nanhuai No. [-] Middle School."

After a few minutes of conversation.

"I see, you help me watch him in school from now on, forget about your bullying Song Zhiwei."

Du Xu hung up the phone, feeling unlucky, and viciously smashed the phone on the sofa.

He just made trouble for one person, but the three of them took turns to find the place.

Song Zhiwei, He Shengze, and... Thinking of that person, a cold sweat broke out on his body, subverting his impression of all people with good grades.

But He Shengze's request was okay, it was just helping to keep an eye on one person.

And his request is very subtle, if he finds evidence that Song Zhiwei and Han Lu are in love.

Will the three of them bite dogs?

He Shengze turned around and walked towards the restaurant. Although he drank, he was very sober and remembered everything he said and did.On the way back, he smacked these words over and over again.

"Become good at fighting."

"Become cheerful."

People in No. [-] Middle School might feel that Song Zhiwei was suppressed and rose up to resist, but he somehow felt that something was wrong.

Finally he said unconvinced: "I would like to see what made you change."

-

There is a half-term exam in early November.At this moment, the class monitor has sent out the report card.

Everyone looked at their grades and discussed, and the classroom was chaotic.

Classmate a: "I failed the exam again this time."--

Classmate b: "Come on, the top 100 in the grade is also called a smash?"

Classmate a: "I fell out of the top 50, how much did you pass Wang Guanghui?"

Classmate b: "Xueshen scored 710 in the test this time, so Wang Guanghui will probably score around 680."

The one called Wang Guanghui was a little proud just now, because he was the No.2 in their class this time, but when someone said this, he immediately turned down: "You remember it so clearly? Why don't you remember it every time I beat you by [-] or [-] points?" In your heart?"

"I'm sorry, I said it casually." Classmate B also knew that what he said offended someone, so he immediately apologized.

But he was right.

He, Han Lu, and Wang Guanghui happened to be classmates from the first year of high school to the second year of high school.

Han Lu is the first in his grade every time, and Wang Guanghui is the second in their class, sometimes the third or fourth, but in fact there is not much difference between the second and the tenth.

They are all [-] to [-] points lower than Han Lu. This is an unchanging law, and the scores of difficult exams can differ even more.

The higher you go, the smaller the gap, but it is this tiny gap that is hard to overcome.

Everyone is convinced of Han Lu, so even if this person is not very pushy, the grades like to use him as a talking point.

And classmate B immediately apologized mainly because Wang Guanghui was a little narrow-minded, he thought that one more thing would be better than one less thing... although he himself was reluctant.

Wang Guanghui especially likes to satirize others by relying on his achievements.

It’s fine if you don’t give them a lecture, after all, this is the result of your own labor, and you have never had to force a lecture if you have good grades.

But he also beat back and said that other top students' lecture topics are "pretending", especially looking down on the students in the middle and at the end of the crane, always saying that they have low IQs.

For a while, everyone hated him, and he restrained himself a little after he was isolated.Popularity is better now than when I was in high school.

The first monthly exam in the first year of high school.

Han Lu, the school girl who became popular as soon as he entered the school, unexpectedly got the first place in his grade.

Good guy, if you put the two characteristics of school grass and school bully on the same person, it will be an explosive effect that 1 plus 1 is far greater than 2.

At that time, everyone said that Han Lu was so awesome that many girls from the foreign class came to the door to see him, blah blah blah.

Only Wang Guanghui said that Han Lu was lucky, next time he will come to teach Han Lu how to behave.Let everyone see what is talent and what is smart.

Because of this sentence, Wang Guanghui was very popular in grades for a while, and everyone kept mentioning the warrior who declared war on Han Lu.

At this time, everyone still admired Wang Guanghui a little bit.

After hearing this, Han Lu smiled and passed away, but he taught Wang Guanghui how to behave countless times afterwards.

In the second year of high school, Wang Guanghui no longer competed with Han Lu, but instead competed with other top students in the class who took the second place.

He was second in the exam this time, not as outraged as he was in the first year of high school, on the contrary he was very happy, because apart from Han Lu, he was the best in his class.

But classmate b's words stuck in his heart like a thorn.

Every time I get down to [-] or [-], the law of the low place comes, right? I'll go to the law.

This is just a scene in the classroom. In other corners of the classroom, there are those who hold back their laughter, those who are sad, and those who hurry up and do wrong problem sets...

Song Zhiwei looked down at the report card on the table, gasping in displeasure.

The fingertips poked lightly on the face.

In fact, he studied very seriously. Apart from eating, drinking and lazing, he still had sex, and spent a lot of time studying.

But he basically started learning from 0 basics.

He didn't pass the test, and the level of a scumbag who perfectly integrated into this world is already very good.

He soothed himself.

Wang Guanghui's face was distorted when he was sitting, and his eyes were looking around, as if he was full of anger that could not be vented.

Classmate b regretted for a while, why is Wang Guanghui so narrow-minded, and he doesn't know how long he will hate himself this time.

Wang Guanghui suddenly yelled: "Song Zhiwei, how much did you take?"

Song Zhiwei was stunned for a moment, and said truthfully, "Four hundred."

"So low?" Wang Guanghui exaggerated: "Didn't you study hard?"

Now it is self-study in the afternoon, there is no teacher, everyone is studying consciously in their positions, but the discipline is not high, and they are all talking about their own grades.

Wang Guanghui's roar attracted the attention of the whole class.

The classrooms that were noisy just now are all quiet now.

Song Zhiwei rolled his eyes and said, "You don't care if I get low in the college entrance examination."

Wang Guanghui smiled: "I don't think we are all classmates, so I care about you."

Speaking of this, everyone understood that Wang Guanghui was looking for faults, and he was better than before when he looked down on him bluntly.

Song Zhiwei raised the corner of his mouth, with a half-smile: "Just take care of yourself."

Wang Guanghui shrank back, now the whole grade knew that Du Xiaoba had been dealt with by Song Zhiwei.

But he stabilized his mind and became more courageous. He is a good student!The teacher protected him, Song Zhiwei didn't dare to mess around.

"I'm just curious. I see Han Lu giving you lectures every day. I thought you'd improve a lot, but the result is still the same. If Han Lu doesn't understand you, you can come and ask me."

After saying this, Wang Guanghui compared himself a few nice ones in his heart, why didn't he think that this trick could hurt Han Lu before.

Song Zhiwei's face had lost even the half-smile.

He stood up, ignoring class discipline.

Walked directly from the last row to Wang Guanghui's position in the front row, and said coldly, "Come out."

The eyes of the people in the classroom followed him, turning their heads one by one from the last row to the front row like drumming and passing flowers.

Needle drop could be heard in the classroom.

Wang Guanghui leaned back against the wall with a bad expression on his face: "What do you want to do?"

Song Zhiwei said softly to Wang Guanghui's tablemate, "Get up."

The man got up in a hurry.

Song Zhiwei pulled Wang Guanghui out by the collar.

--

Wang Guanghui was a little chubby, and Song Zhiwei's one-handed movement was as easy as lifting a cauliflower. The sound of two rows of tables and chairs bumping into each other hit everyone's hearts.

Whoops, exciting!

"Don't do it! Song Zhiwei." Wang Guanghui held Song Zhiwei's hand with both hands. It was obvious that his wrist was two times thicker than the opponent's, but the opponent's hand remained motionless as if welded.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, and he panicked for a moment: "Don't mess around, the teacher knows you won't have a good time."

Song Zhiwei exerted his strength again and pulled the other party from the chair to lie on the ground: "I don't do anything, I go to the toilet to talk about the grades, I will ask you for advice, it is rare that you are so helpful."

Wang Guanghui's voice became hoarse: "I'm just kidding, I've never given a lecture to anyone."

Seeing that he couldn't come out, Song Zhiwei wanted to push harder.

A cool hand took his arm: "Don't get angry."

Hearing the familiar voice, Song Zhiwei not only didn't lose his temper, but rose suddenly. He couldn't let Han Lu hear how Wang Guanghui arranged him.

Han Lu asked the surrounding students, "What happened?"

There was a bold answer: "Wang Guanghui said that Song Zhiwei's grades were not good."

With just this sentence, Han Lu understood that sometimes Wang Guanghui has such a cheap temper.

He patted Song Zhiwei on the shoulder: "Okay, it's okay, I'll just make up your lessons for you. You are smart, but your foundation is weak, and you will always catch up. Huh?"

Hearing that Han Lu was going to make up lessons for him, Song Zhiwei stared at Wang Guanghui fiercely, his eyes could kill people.

Han Lu then gave Wang Guanghui another light look, and Wang Guanghui's heart shuddered: This look is much scarier than Song Zhiwei's outright disgust.

He silently lowered his head and didn't dare to look directly.

Until the end, Han Lu didn't scold Wang Guanghui, but coaxed Song Zhiwei, "It's not worth being angry about this kind of person."

On the surface, he whispered to persuade Song Zhiwei, but the whole class could hear the content of this sentence clearly, killing people, this is more uncomfortable than arguing with Wang Guanghui by pointing his nose.

Sure enough, Wang Guanghui's chest heaved and fell when he heard this, and he could hear the sound of his nostrils exhaling loudly.

Song Zhiwei curled his lips and walked back to his place.

However, Han Lu went straight to the podium. He put down the paper in his hand, "The physics teacher is suddenly busy. I will explain the half-term paper this time."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a sound of clearing the desk.

Han Lu glanced at Song Zhiwei unobservably, then took the scroll in his left hand and the chalk in his right and turned around to draw on the blackboard: "Don't talk about the first five multiple-choice questions. Everyone sees the multiple-choice questions for the sixth question. Let's draw the force analysis first. ..."

The superior long legs and waistline are particularly obvious due to this action.

Han Lu's clean and clear voice spread to every corner of the classroom.

Song Zhiwei put his head on his hands and thought: After the afternoon self-study, there will be the first class in the afternoon. No wonder someone from the extra class asked Han Lu to go to the physics teacher's office during the afternoon self-study.

Looking back now, I should have asked him to substitute for the class.

The boy on the podium was wearing a white school uniform, which was completely different from the old ones made by some students. His school uniform was as if he had just received a new one.

The physics teacher can only write to the notes on the blackboard, but he can write to the top.

The sound of orderly lectures, the sound of cicadas outside the window, and the sound of the whirring fan above the head, just by listening to the sound, one can feel a hot and humid feeling that belongs to summer.

At the end of the first physics class, Han Lu explained a few questions to Song Zhiwei alone, and finally whispered to him: "You don't need to be angry with that kind of person."

Song Zhiwei was stunned for a while before he realized who the other party was talking about. He pursed his lips and didn't explain to Han Lu why he got angry.

He has to work very, very hard, or he will be sorry for Han Lu's status as a "little master".

In the evening, Song Zhiwei washes up on the balcony.

Jian Chao hooked Han Lu's shoulder in the dormitory: "Brother, come, come, let me tell you something."

After the two chattered for a while, Han Lu couldn't believe it: "Really?"

"Why am I lying to you?" Jian Chao pointed to Guo Han: "If you don't believe me, ask Guo Han if Song Zhiwei got angry today when he heard Mrs. I didn't care about the other party, and I got your true biography."

-

During this period of time, Song Zhiwei studied more seriously than before.The last self-study class in the afternoon.

Han Lu walked into the classroom with a rush of heat, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and Jian Chao was with him, who was even scarier than him, and his chest was completely wet.

As soon as Han Lu sat down, he began to smell himself.

Song Zhiwei knew that the other party was a clean freak.

He propped his head up and asked boredly, "Why did you go?"

"Play the ball."

Song Zhiwei raised his eyebrows: "It's cool, go play during class time."

Han Lu smiled slightly: "I'll tell you."

"Ok?"

"Come here and get closer, this matter has to be whispered."

Song Zhiwei tilted the bench and leaned forward: "Speak."

"If I can ask for leave for you from the 25th to the 27th of this month, do you want it?"