Xiaoman

-childish

It really is Xia Liang.

Looking at the two conversations between him and Xia Liang after a while, Liu Xiaoman wanted to laugh a little bit, pursed his lips and explained to Fan Yiyang: "What the political teacher said in the first class, Xia Liang borrowed a pen from me at that time, and drew it casually." said a word."

"He doesn't even have a pen?" Fan Yiyang looked at him.

Liu Xiaoman didn't expect Fan Yiyang's focus to fall on this, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

In fact, what should be thought of is that Fan Yiyang has always had this attitude as long as it is a topic related to Xia Liang.

Before Fan Yiyang showed his dislike for Xia Liang, Liu Xiaoman would listen and ponder for himself, because he knew in his heart that Fan Yiyang was doing it for his own good.

Now he still understands, but he is also familiar with Xia Liang. Although it hasn't been too long, Xia Liang... is really a good person.

That's good to say.

Just because of the 121 breakfasts, it is also very good.

"He's actually very smart, maybe he just doesn't have much interest in class. He's pretty good at math this time, and he's improved." Liu Xiaoman tried to save Xia Liang's image in Fan Yiyang's heart.

Fan Yiyang didn't like Xia Liang, so he didn't mention Xia Liang if he could avoid mentioning it. As a result, no one would have thought that turning over the draft paper would reveal traces of Xia Liang.

More to come.

Liu Xiaoman had this premonition.

He didn't want to keep everything related to Xia Liang from Fan Yiyang. He really didn't understand why Fan Yiyang had such a big opinion on Xia Liang.

The gap between a top student and a scumbag—it seems that he can't be considered a pure scumbag, and Xia Liang should be regarded as the one who doesn't take study seriously—is simply insurmountable.

"It's not just this aspect." Fan Yiyang didn't bother to discuss this point with him. He closed the draft and started to pack his things.

"He doesn't skip class very much now, his arm is broken, and he doesn't have to fight." Liu Xiaoman hurriedly continued.

"It has nothing to do with these." Fan Yiyang stopped and looked at him.

Liu Xiaoman didn't make another sound, and looked at him.

"Anyway, try to keep a little distance from him. I don't know the details. I don't want to talk nonsense behind his back." Fan Yiyang said.

Liu Xiaoman wanted him to explain clearly, Xia Liang couldn't explain why he needed to keep a distance, but before he opened his mouth, Fan Yiyang put the book in his hand on the edge of the table again, and looked at him very seriously: "Xiaoman , you are not the same kind of person as he is, as I said."

Fan Yiyang rarely spoke to him in this tone.

Liu Xiaoman was stunned, and slowly said "oh", suddenly he didn't want to ask anything, picked up the pen and continued to do his homework.

The last day of the holiday is not even a "day". After tidying up during the day, it will be evening in a flash. After the holiday is over, they have to go back to school for evening self-study.

Leaving Liu Xiaoman at the school gate, Fan Yiyang counted the timetable and explained to him: "In the last class, Lao Zhao has to give papers, and if there is no accident, he will delay the class. I won't go there today, just wait for me under the banyan tree."

"Understood," Liu Xiaoman nodded, "See Brother Yangyang after school."

Fan Yiyang waved to him.

In the classroom, there are seven to eight people in the class, and at least seven to eighty percent of them are frantically making up their homework.

"Damn it, grandpa! You've come! If you don't come again, I'll really call you grandpa!" Li Meng rushed over as soon as he saw him, and pulled down the strap of his schoolbag.

"Do you want to copy?" Liu Xiaoman was shaken by him, and quickly took off his schoolbag and put it on the table.

"I'm paying tribute! I got a WeChat for you, but I just took a look, and I can't rush you!" Li Meng greeted Wang Chao like a bandit, and Wang Chao didn't even stop writing, and took half of it away with a turn of his body. Li Meng folded his arms and hugged the other half away.

Their cooperation was so smooth and smooth that Liu Xiaoman couldn't even speak, so he secretly gave a thumbs up on his cuff.

I don't have listening comprehension today, and the class unexpectedly has a little more learning atmosphere because of gathering people to make up homework.

Thinking about it this way, he felt a little tragic, a class where the learning atmosphere depends on copying homework...

In this tragic atmosphere, Liu Xiaoman wiped himself and Xia Liang's desk and bench, looked at the time, took out the homework that Xia Liang didn't even bother to memorize, and put it on the table Wait for him to come and make up.

After coding, he felt that it was unrealistic, so he picked out one item from each subject that was easy to copy, and piled it into a small pile and placed it on the corner of the table.

After arranging these, he began to endorse.

Shang Liangshan walked around before class, and some of the seats in the front row of the class were a little embarrassed, meaning to accept other people's homework, and the latter didn't even bother to mean it.

One of the three fried golden flower buddies was eating buns, putting one hand into his mouth and writing in a notebook with the other, bowing left and right, raised his eyes and saw Shang Liangshan glaring at him, and even said hello.

"Copy, copy, eat." Shang Liangshan rolled up a paper tube, beating a drum to pass flowers, knocking head by head, "What do you do at home during the holidays after the exam?"

"Beating." Someone answered.

Shang Liangshan grumbled, knocked on Liu Xiaoman, he stopped and asked routinely, "Where's Xia Liang?"

Liu Xiaoman shook his head routinely.

"Toilet." Li Meng and Wang Chao answered in unison.

"Toilet, toilet!" Shang Liangshan knocked on each of them.

"Fuck," Wang Chao muttered softly, rubbing his head after Shang Liangshan left, "It's a reflex."

This reflex was reversed for almost a whole night of self-study.

After the third period, Shang Liangshan came again. Seeing that Xia Liang's seat was still empty, he deliberately asked Li Meng and Wang Chao: "Is he still in the bathroom?"

"He..." Li Meng just put down his pen, his whole body was extremely relaxed, he slumped on the chair, turned his face to look at Wang Chao.

"I'm back, and I'm going again." Wang Chao said without blinking.

"Yes." Li Meng nodded, "I saw him just now."

Shang Liangshan snorted coldly and stared at them: "Then this toilet has been going for a long time."

"Who knows if he needs to solve something." Wang Chao answered in a low voice.

Several boys around laughed "hehe".

"After all, the left hand is inconvenient." Who knows who answered with a groan.

"Who said that?" Li Meng said in a serious manner, imitating Guo Wei's tone in the Galaxy Sing that day: "My good brother has a thief with his left hand!"

All the people in the small group by the window twitched their shoulders and laughed sullenly.

As a teacher, this is not so easy to answer. Shang Liangshan obviously has no experience in this field. He stared dryly for a while, trying to use his eyes to coerce the surroundings, but it didn't have any effect. Finally, he said dryly, " What a mess, go to class well", turned and left.

"But I heard from other classes that last time there was a senior in the toilet..." Li Meng immediately elbowed Wang Chao and said "hmm" meaningfully.

"It's awesome." Wang Chao laughed, "It's okay to go directly to the toilet for the whole process, but to survive all the way from the classroom, the psychological quality is also strong."

"Damn it," Li Meng thought about the scene, laughing straight down, "How dare you get up, don't lie down on the table with a book in your arms."

"You," Wang Chao burst out laughing, looking at Li Meng with joy, "You have a lot of experience, and you deserve to be a man with 'Meng' in his name."

"Go to you uncle!" Li Meng pouted his buttocks and rushed over, and the two two hundred and five, who had finished copying homework and were relaxed, clamped each other's head under the armpit.

Pinch it until the preparatory bell rang, and Li Meng stood up with full of blood and jumped up: "Toilet!"

"Brother Meng is going to solve it," Chao Chao stood up and continued to talk nonsense, "Then I met Xia Liang as soon as I went in."

"Fuck!" Li Meng laughed wildly again, turned around and punched Wang Chao.

"Together, Liu Xiaoman." He patted Liu Xiaoman's table.

Liu Xiaoman was still working on the question, "Huh?" He shook his head, "I won't go."

"People have to learn, you should be like you, and only a few things are on your mind every day." Wang Chao said.

"I'm full of you!" Li Meng scolded him with a smile.

Boys of this age are so bored, when the two of them finally went out through the back door one by one, Liu Xiaoman put down one ear that he had been holding, and let out a soft breath.

I don't know what's going on, these days I can always hear Xia Liang talking about his left hand, um.

Talking about it at the singing place didn’t feel like it was a big deal, but listening to this in a classroom with bright windows and bright lights, his face became a little tense for no reason.

It's a pity to leave, and he will have a picture in his mind after saying a few more words.

As soon as he breathed out, the stool beside him was pulled away, and Xia Liang sat down with his long legs.

Liu Xiaoman turned his head to look at the time.

It's the last class, yes.

"You read it for me?" Xia Liang raised his chin towards the exercises and test papers on the table.

"It's all taken, you don't know if it's too late to copy it now." Liu Xiaoman looked at him and said.

"It doesn't matter, I don't intend to hand it in." Xia Liang stuffed all the papers back into the table bucket, and asked the empty seat in front, "What about them?"

"Going to the bathroom." Liu Xiaoman said, "Why are you here now?"

After asking, he felt that his expression was not accurate, so why come here now.

"Just came back from the hospital," Xia Liang said, turning to look at him, "Miss me?"

"..." Liu Xiaoman wanted to lower his head and continue writing the questions, but the word "hospital" firmly grabbed his nerves and forced him to look at Xia Liang's right arm which was still wrapped in plaster.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"The pet hospital, not me." Xia Liang said.

"Little pot?" Liu Xiaoman blurted out: "Its arm is broken again?"

"That can't be stopped forever." Xia Liang took out his mobile phone and tapped twice, "Take it to be neutered."

Liu Xiaoman has never kept a pet, and he didn't understand how to raise himself after all these years. He was stunned when he heard the word "neutering": "Sterilize the cat? Is it a female cat?"

"Male cat." Xia Liang pulled out a photo to show him, "Egg removal operation."

The photo was taken through a glass door. It is a pretty small operating room. On the glass door is a sticker with the head of a kitten and a puppy. There is an operating table and an oxygen tube inside. The belly of the small pot is facing upwards. Lying with crooked mouth, the doctor was holding a knife or tweezers, and his movements were frozen at the moment when he poked and pulled the balls in the small pot.

When Liu Xiaoman looked at it, he felt a chill in his crotch.

"It doesn't hurt?" he asked in shock.

"I'm under anesthesia, and I'll be done after I sleep." Xia Liang put the phone back.

"Should all cats be neutered?" Liu Xiaoman asked again.

"No, it depends on what the adopters think." Xia Liang said.

"What do you think?" Liu Xiaoman said.

"It's easy," Xia Liang looked at him, "it's easy to piss all over the floor when you're in heat."

"..." Liu Xiaoman imagined it for a while, but still found it unimaginable, "Then can it bear it when it wakes up?"

When I woke up and opened my eyes, not only my arms were gone, but even my eggs were gone.

This is too miserable.

"Will you substitute?" Xia Liang smiled when he was asked, his eyes slid down, landed on Liu Xiaoman's crotch, and whistled a little to tease the birds.

Liu Xiaoman tucked his legs reflexively, trying to avoid his gaze.

"Hey." Xia Liang was amused for some reason, propped his left arm on the window sill, put his knuckles on his forehead, looked at him and laughed for a long time.

Also hidden.

Liu Xiaoman was also a little embarrassed after doing this action, feeling like a little girl who was being tricked by this kind of reaction.

YouQi was laughed at by Xia Liang, the tension on his legs was either loose or not, the tips of his ears were so hot that even his temples were hot, he wanted to reach out and slap Xia Liang on the mouth and eyes.

It's a shame to laugh, half the class knows that you are slippery with your left hand.