What if there are no inhibitors?

Attend class, do homework.Attend class, do homework.

There are no new classes in the third year of high school, and all the knowledge points in the first and second year of high school are reviewed.

In the first two months, the teacher pulled through the knowledge in the textbook.

The accompanying homework: physics is a workbook, a lot of basic questions.There are more basic biology questions and more knowledge points to memorize.The English teacher does not dictate words, but the chemistry teacher also dictates equations.

Three readings and one cloze for English homework are the basics.There are relatively few Chinese, but it is also necessary to write reading questions and accumulate composition materials.

A lot of homework almost makes people bald.

Even so, there are still many people who go back to the dormitory and study under the quilt with a small lamp.

This year, Song Zhiwei and Han Lu moved out of the dormitory.

In fact, in the third year of high school, many people moved out of the dormitory and lived in the nearby school district.

Some of them shared a house with several classmates, and some of them who were unlucky and unhappy lived in small rooms with no windows or air-conditioning, and the accommodation conditions were not necessarily better than dormitories.

But at this time, people always hope to have a little thought, that is, I have done my best for it.

It is even more ruthless, and the parents quit their jobs directly to accompany them.

Everyone is working hard for the final year.

Song Zhiwei and Han Lu are for sex, um, no...

It was because they were afraid that Jian Chao and Guo Han would be abused by spreading dog food.

So moved out.

On the day of packing, Jian Chao almost wanted to set off firecrackers to celebrate.But he also said: "Guo Han and I are going to play, does the house you rent have a kitchen? Can you cook?"

His mouth was babbling like an allegro, and under Jian Chao's ardent care, they moved out of the dormitory.

Song Zhiwei originally thought that the cohabitation life was indescribable in one way or another.Actually not...

Even Han Yu has to study hard.

They are all fighting for an ideal school and a common future.

So I dedicated all my energy to learning.

Not to mention that two people still live in separate rooms.

And even if they live in the same room and lie in the same bed, they may not have hormonal impulses.

Every night after evening self-study, when I return to the rented house, the first moment I want to wash up and go to sleep.

One night, the moon and stars were thin and the weather was cool.

After Song Zhiwei washed up, he lay on the sofa and complained to Han Lu about his lack of energy.

Han Lu stared at him without speaking, just when he felt confused.

Han Lu said slowly, "You misunderstood me."

"It's just that you don't have the energy." His eyes turned around between the two: "It's not me."

At this moment, he very much hoped that Song Zhiwei would argue with him.

But Song Zhiwei just lay on the sofa, clasped his hands together in an admiration gesture, and said feebly: "You are awesome, you are amazing."

Han Lu looked at him disappointed.

The pores of Song Zhiwei's body were sore and limp, and he scrambled to make sleepy sounds.Little by little, he closed his eyes in accordance with the thoughts in his heart, and his breathing became long.

Han Lu came over and bent over, put one arm around Song Zhiwei's back and the other around his knees, picked him up, walked into the room, put him on the bed, and pulled him aside

His bed was covered for him.

All this happened while he was in a deep sleep.

So he didn't know that Han Lu didn't go out immediately, but sat by the bed for a while.

The night adds a gentle and charming filter to the atmosphere at this moment.

Han Lu kissed Song Zhiwei's forehead with a trace of sex, stroked his hair, and said in a restrained voice, "Good night."

The moonlight outside the window is like water, pouring gently into every lighted room, cheering for every hard-working child.

Time passed quickly.The classmates around Song Zhiwei, including himself, can't wait to spend a day in half.

The sun in the east rose and set countless times, and the leaves of the willow trees in the school changed from being wilted and curled in the summer to fresh and crisp, swaying in the wind.

The scent of flowers has changed again.

Even the fish in the pond are still the same, carp of various colors are swimming slowly in the water, swishing their tails and making big splashes.

Two months later, the basic knowledge in the textbook was finished.

Followed by endless question sea tactics.

The homework is the paper, and the award is the paper.

Non-formal test papers, slightly formal test papers.

It's all papers.

The papers of each single subject are arranged and stacked to be as thick as a Chinese dictionary.

The day after the midterm exam.

The chemistry teacher will award papers as usual.

The papers this time were written by the internal teachers of Nanhuai No. [-] Middle School. In order to let them calm down and study hard, the questions are large and difficult.

So she spoke in a more detailed manner, and she gave two lectures.

Although I expected that everyone would not do well in the exam, I was really shocked. Many people in the class were hovering on the verge of passing.

There are only three people who are above 90, and only Han Yu who is above 95.

But the chemistry teacher is not the head teacher, and he didn't curse.

Instead, when the class was about to end, the hand holding the paper suddenly dropped, and said in a gentle tone: "Sometimes I see the students in the class dozing off, and I can't bear to call you. Because I know you are studying hard. , It’s not being lazy. You don’t know it yet, now when I call out the class, the whole classroom crashes.” When she said, “Hua la la”, everyone danced.

"Puff" laughter one after another in the classroom.

The chemistry teacher went on to say: "The whole class is much duller."

"So you know why I occasionally joke in class? It's just to make you laugh and cheer you up." When it comes to cheering up, the pointer in the chemistry teacher's hand seems to have an automatic recognition function yes, cooperate

up the blackboard.

Can't help but want to make people sit up straight immediately.

"I don't want you to pay attention to the class because of scolding people."

The teacher's last sentence suddenly hit Song Zhiwei's tear duct.His eyes drooped down, not daring to look at the bright red marks on the top, but staring blankly at the bottom row of red notes.

The teachers are doing this for them.

But he is so disappointing.

Ding Lingling's get out of class bell rang, and the chemistry teacher waved the pointer in his hand: "Okay, go ahead and do what you should do. If you have any questions, you can come to me."

In an instant, several people in the class stood up and ran towards her with the papers.

It's a big break at the moment, and it just happens to be drizzling and there is no exercise.

So there is plenty of time after class.

The chemistry teacher didn't return to the office for a while, but sat on the podium and gave one-on-one lectures.

Song Zhiwei stood up abruptly, opened the back door and left the classroom.

The weather is cool today, with thin rain in the air.Many students who are dizzy from doing the questions are now standing in the corridor to play, hoping that the cool wind can blow their heads sober.

Song Zhiwei skipped these people and walked straight to the rooftop.

The rooftop is on the top floor, so few people come here, not to mention it is still raining today, so there is no one at all.

In the school, just in case some students really jumped off the building because of their study collapse, the outermost perimeter of the roof is surrounded by bright white railings with a height of two meters.

Filamentous raindrops kept falling without sound, and the rectangular sky above his head was covered with dark clouds. Song Zhiwei's school uniform was not wet for the time being, but it would definitely get wet after a while. There is less rain.

It's even more depressing looking at it this way.

Song Zhiwei found a nearby wall and squatted down.His chin rested on his arm, and his glass-bead eyes stared at the trail of raindrops.

Maybe because the foundation is not solid enough, he seems to be unable to make progress no matter how much he studies.

Definitely going backwards this time.

If you go to the bottom school in Bingcheng.How dare he go to Han Lu's school to find him.

Ah ah ah ah, the more I think about it, the more annoying it becomes.

The door of the roof was opened and closed, and when he sensed someone approaching, Song Zhiwei raised his heart.Quickly thinking about how to stand up decently, and then go downstairs gracefully.

But he doesn't have to worry about it in the next second, because it's Han Lu who came.The blue and white school uniform and school trousers were worn by him like the designs on fashion week.

Because entering the third year of high school, everyone takes the grades more seriously.

The image of Han Lu Xueshen grew taller and taller.

Song Zhiwei wiped his face quickly, thankful that he didn't cry.

He said that he couldn't just cry that easily.

Before letting go of the heart for a second, it was lifted again, as if being held tightly by someone, unable to breathe or beat.

Han Luzai looked at him very distressed.

"What's wrong?" Han Lu knelt down to be at eye level with him, and put his palms on top of his head like an umbrella.

Song Zhiwei took a few deep breaths, "It's nothing."

Han Lu's eyes lingered on his face, as if he was thinking about whether to break the casserole and ask the end.

Song Zhiwei was afraid of his unreasonable worries.

Xin, confessed: "It's because of the grades that I'm a little sad."

"But it's okay, who hasn't been hit by learning? I'll just calm down again."

He paused in a subtle tone: "Oh, you didn't."

Han Lu smiled, and his tone relaxed: "Didn't I tell you that a family only needs one person with good grades?"

"No." Song Zhiwei is in a much better mood now, but his voice is still a bit muffled: "I have to study hard by myself."

"Well, you are the best." Han Lu is not very good at saying this

Warm words.

It sounds a bit subtly inconsistent and moving.

The rain fell one after another, and the sky became brighter with light.

Song Zhiwei thought about it and let out Ruan Ruan.

A white rabbit suddenly appeared, jumping around in the rain on its four limbs and short legs.

After running around for a while, he finally ran in front of Han Lu, rubbing the soles of his two fore feet on Han Lu's shoes.

Han Lu scraped his rabbit's ear fur with his fingers, only to find a faint light on the rabbit's body.Those raindrops can't even get into the rabbit's fur.

The soles of the rabbit's feet were not dirty either.

He bent down and hugged Ruan Ruan into his palm, raised his other hand, hugged Song Zhiwei, snoring his hair.

Song Zhiwei drooped his eyelashes and cleared his throat: "I'm fine."

Han Lu kissed him at the corner of his brow: "Then let's go."

While going down the stairs, the little rabbit in Han Lu's hand disappeared automatically, and he turned to look at Song Zhiwei: "It's quite amazing."

"You also feel miraculous?"

"Of course." Han Lu put his shoulders on his shoulders like a buddy, and lowered his head to his ear: "You won't suddenly disappear someday, right?"

"No." Song Zhiwei laughed

After being interrupted by Han Luyi, he is indeed in a much better mood now.

alright!The next step is to continue to study more seriously!

Two days later, the transcript of the midterm exam was sent out.

Song Zhiwei found that his ranking in the class had actually improved by two places.I thought I would regress a lot, but I didn't expect to improve.

He took the report card and studied it carefully, and found that other people's scores had also dropped significantly.

So it wasn't that he had dropped, but that the paper was really difficult.

"Are you happy now?" Han Lu smiled beside him.