Xiaoman

After running today, Shang Liangshan didn't let them disband on their own, and came back around the end of the last half lap, waiting for them on the side of the track.

Liu Xiaoman reckoned that he had gone to eat, and there was still a little greasy gleam at the corner of his mouth.

I don't know if it's because he was too full, but Shang Liangshan was obviously in a good mood, and walked up and down in front of him with his arms folded to give them a lecture: "If you are energetic, or some of you don't want to go to class at all, you can go to school in the morning. You can exercise more."

"Test, teacher!" someone shouted from below.

"Examination," Shang Liangshan's mouth twitched, "Why didn't I see you yelling in the classroom, and you still fry gold flowers... I think some of you are not thinking about the exam, but you would rather exercise, right Li Meng?"

"Ah?" Li Meng was called on suddenly, and he was unable to refute, so he responded with a little embarrassment.

"Right Xia Liang?" Shang Liangshan looked at Xia Liang again.

"Don't call me." Xia Liang said without looking up while pressing his cell phone in the back row.

Ban Li laughed half-deadly.

"The sports meeting I told you about yesterday, I paid attention to it," Shang Liangshan shook his hands in front of his back, "You guys like to play ball, you can sign up for a ball game, sprint, relay, and table tennis... A few people play well, and practice together, and they will be able to do it when the time comes."

"The three of you," he named the trio, "you still have more, so you can just report for the 4×100-meter relay."

"Fuck me." One of the golden flowers raked a handful of hair, "It blows me up."

"If you don't want to exercise, you can prepare a program," Shang Liangshan continued, "Each class has a program for the opening ceremony anyway. Han Xuebi thinks about it, whether it's a song or a dance, and participates in it."

"Is he crazy?" Li Meng muttered in a low voice, "What grade are you still playing with? It's not elementary school."

Although Liu Xiaoman felt that there was nothing wrong with Shangliangshan, but doing it so semi-forcedly made people even less interested.

He was thinking about going back to study in the morning, and some people were thinking about going to the cafeteria to finish their meal, and the buzzing was urging Shang Liangshan to disband.

"I'll line you up later to see what each one is suitable for. If you have your own ideas, you can come and tell me." Shang Liangshan insisted on finishing the last sentence.

Finally, he shouted "Xia Liang, come with me", waved his hands and let them all go away.

"Take it back for you?" A group of people scattered in all directions with a "wow", Wang Chao raised his face at Xia Liang's schoolbag.

Xia Liang glanced at him and threw his schoolbag over: "Thanks."

"He's really rude!" Li Meng said happily.

Xia Liang followed at a distance of two or three meters behind Shang Liangshan. Shang Liangshan was not in a hurry, and he was not in a hurry. When Shangliangshan stopped, he also stopped.

"What are you doing so far away?" Shang Liangshan turned to call him, "Chat with you, the farther you go, the more you go back."

Xia Liang didn't want to cooperate and walked over: "Can we talk about things if we have something?"

Shang Liangshan didn't say anything, he stared at the mask on Xia Liang's face, pointed and said, "Can I take it off?"

Xia Liang looked at him, neither speaking nor responding.

For a long time, seeing Shang Liangshan's posture of "we will hang here today if we don't pick it up", he reluctantly pulled down the mask and put it on his chin, revealing his nose and mouth, as well as a few lines on his left cheek near the cheekbones. scratches.

This is his mother's masterpiece. She is half a head shorter than him in high heels, but the habit of slapping people when she gets angry still hasn't changed at all.

He moved his hand away, but he couldn't prevent her long nails. When he hugged her face, he obviously felt that three locks of oily skin had been scraped off.

One of them was a little too long, and even the corner of his mouth was shaved, and the lines were uneven, as if he had slapped the ground directly with his face at first glance.

In order not to be questioned, he specially wore a mask. Shang Liangshan must have checked him for doing this all of a sudden.

Sure enough, Shang Liangshan didn't look surprised when he saw his face clearly, he let out a long breath and said, "Your mother called me yesterday."

"Oh." Xia Liang responded.

Then he looked at Shang Liangshan, and Shang Liangshan also looked at him, silent for a while.

Shang Liangshan was actually waiting for him to ask questions.

According to his guess, Xia Liang should be quite annoyed that he got involved in his family's affairs, at least he had to be impatient and asked "What's the matter with you?" In the end, Xia Liang opened his mouth as if he was listening to other people's affairs. No interest.

This is actually more difficult to do than to get angry directly.

"She told me something about you, and I learned something from your former class teacher." Shang Liangshan could only continue, "According to your mother's idea, she thinks that transferring you to a school near her can Educating you more conveniently will be better for you.”

"What do you think?" He asked Xia Liang.

"Anything." Xia Liang said.

"I don't agree with her doing this." Shang Liangshan said.

Xia Liang raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

"I have learned about your situation from your former head teacher, but the state of your parents, the relationship between you and your parents, including your life..." Shang Liangshan observed Xia Liang's expression and paused, " In short, the reason why your mother wants to transfer you is because she feels that you have been away from her discipline for too long, and that you are 'not good at learning' and 'useless'."

"Then what I told her is that I don't think you are as bad as she thinks, and I think you are still very hopeful." Shang Liangshan stepped on the spot twice, "Besides, you were also repeated this semester, so My promise to your mother is that this semester can make you look good."

"I am confident that I can change you," Shang Liangshan began to look into the distance with his hands behind his back, "Take our sports meeting next month as an example..."

Xia Liang suddenly sighed from his nasal cavity.

Shang Liangshan stopped for a long speech and looked at him.

"Who gave you confidence?" Xia Liang looked at him, so annoyed that he wanted to laugh.

After Liu Xiaoman had finished reciting a chapter of geography, he was dragging out from the desk to recite his historical memorabilia when Xia Liang wandered in from the back door of the classroom.

Seeing that Liu Xiaoman was having a hard time digging out, he bent down to help him pull.

I didn't pay attention when I pulled it, and the side of my palm pressed Liu Xiaoman's thumb, which startled Liu Xiaoman, turned his head suddenly, and his forehead just touched Xia Liang's chin.

"Hey." Xia Liang was pushed back, stood up straight with frowning eyebrows, and rubbed twice.

"I'm sorry." Liu Xiaoman quickly apologized, and stretched his neck to look at Xia Liang's chin, afraid of knocking his teeth and bleeding his tongue.

He had been slapped once before, and he was so painful that he could barely speak for a long time.

In the end, his chin didn't seem to be doing well, he was stunned by the scratches on Xia Liang's cheekbones.

"Your face," Liu Xiaoman pointed to his cheekbones, startled by the picture he imagined: "... Did the head teacher hit you?"

Xia Liang stopped rubbing his chin, looked at Liu Xiaoman inexplicably, and flicked his forehead again: "Did your brain pop out?"

"..." Liu Xiaoman slapped his hands away, rubbing his forehead and feeling a bit out of place.

That should be the wound from yesterday or this morning, and it was a little scabbed over, and he couldn't see it because it was covered by the mask.

Based on the relationship at the same table, he could have asked more questions and cared about his classmates.

But thinking about Xia Liang's bulletin board carrying the big fault announcement, it seems that there is no surprise.

There may be another fight.

"You didn't say a word." He sat upright and continued to memorize, stroked his memorabilia, and said casually, "Suddenly stretched out your hand and scared me."

"What are you talking about?" Xia Liang opened the stool and sat down, "'Sit down quickly, I'm going to help you pull the book'. Do you owe me or not."

Liu Xiaoman imagined this conversation and couldn't help laughing.

Xia Liang raised his hand and opened the window.

This time of day is the worst smelling time in the class.

Half of the class had breakfast together, with everything covered, the classroom smelled like chickens and rabbits in the same cage, and it seemed that someone had taken off their shoes.

The fresh air flows in, and the nose feels clean.

The movement of pushing the window startled Li Meng. He was kicking the legs of the table and shaking the stool to eat sesame seed cakes. He thought that the inspection was coming, so he rolled them randomly and stuffed them into the table bucket, looking back vigilantly. .

"No one?" He breathed a sigh of relief, took out the biscuits and continued to eat them.

"Hey, Xia Liang." After gnawing twice, he simply stood up and turned his head, and talked to them while riding backwards on the back of the chair, "What did Shang Liangshan ask you for...fuck!"

In the middle of speaking, he cursed, pointed at Xia Liang's face and shouted: "He still hit you?"

"What?" Wang Chao also turned around abruptly, and burst into Xia Liang's face, "I fucked up."

"He hit you?" he said.

Liu Xiaoman rubbed his nose, didn't even want to lift his head, he directly realized how stupid what he blurted out just now.

Xia Liang looked at the two of them for a while, sighed, pulled up the mask again, took out the earphones and stuffed them into his ears.

It is really sad to be surrounded by a few fools all day.

I don't know what Shang Liangshan said to Xia Liang, but Liu Xiaoman was surprised to find that Xia Liang didn't skip class.

At the end of the last class in the afternoon, several people from Luo Hao came to the corridor to wait for him, but he ignored him, resting his chin on one hand, and turning his pen on the other, listening to the history teacher wrangling on the podium.

Their history teacher is good, at least he is a normal person.

The biggest problem may be that I always like to share unofficial history with them. When I think about a certain piece of unofficial history during the lecture, the topic immediately turns around and goes straight outside the scope of the exam.

Seeing that Xia Liang listened quite interestingly, Liu Xiaoman thought of what Shang Liangshan said to him, and suddenly felt that it was not so unrealistic.

And Xia Liang can read books.

Although "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea" is recommended in the list of [-] must-read books for primary school students, it is a children's book, but it is a good book and a masterpiece.

Xia Liang and children's books...

Liu Xiaoman laughed.

He really laughed out loud, Xia Liang heard him say "Hey", turned around and saw him secretly pursing his lips.

Liu Xiaoman pretended not to know anything.

In the evening, when Xia Liang came back from dinner, he found a notebook on the table.

It's a history note.

Liu Xiaoman's.

Xia Liang flipped through it in a daze, and there was a note inside, written neatly in children's characters: lent you to copy, no doodles allowed.

There is another sentence that I guess was added later. I saw that the note was empty, and the characters were all one size smaller: You are welcome.

Stuffed?

Xia Liang thought it was a bit funny, and after thinking about it, he put the notebook in the desk.

Liu Xiaoman didn't know that his eagerness to help others was regarded as being full of food. He was able to put the notebook with Xia Liang, but he had actually struggled for a long time.

——He was afraid that Xia Liang would not take it seriously.

In fact, it doesn't matter that much if you don't take it seriously, just return it to him.

He was even more afraid that Xia Liang would not cherish him.

When eating with Fan Yiyang, he was always thinking about his notebook. When he returned to the teaching building from the cafeteria, Fan Yiyang waved to him and said, "I'll come over tonight, don't forget."

He agreed and turned to go upstairs.

Before he finished the steps on the first floor, he heard Shang Liangshan's voice calling him from behind: "Liu Xiaoman."

"Ah." Liu Xiaoman was thinking about going back to see if Xia Liang had copied his history notes, when he heard this sound suddenly, it was like being accepted by the referee before the task started, and felt guilty for no reason.

He stood on the steps and looked down. Shang Liangshan didn't know when he came here, but he was only a few steps away from him, and he stepped up in two or three steps.

"Let's go," he motioned to Liu Xiaoman to chat as he walked, "That was the third year of high school just now, right?"

"Yeah." Liu Xiaoman followed him a little step away from him, and followed behind Shangliang Mountain.

"Is his grades quite good? I have an impression of him. He is always on the honor roll." Shang Liangshan said, "Is he your neighbor?"

When mentioning Fan Yiyang's achievements, although it had nothing to do with him, Liu Xiaoman also had a kind of glorious little pride, nodded and said "yes".

"That's right." Shang Liangshan looked very approving, "I just want to spend more time with people who can bring me good influence."

Liu Xiaoman glanced at him quietly, but didn't answer the words.

He always felt that as long as Shang Liangshan praised others, he didn't think well.

His intuition is also basically the same.

When he arrived at the back door of the classroom, Shang Liangshan didn't let him in. He stood by the window and peeped in for a long time, but he didn't see any fresh eggs. Just like yesterday, the English listening music was already playing. What should the class do? How about it, the students wandering in the corridor seemed to be catching a big fair, they walked slowly and didn't respond.

Even Shang Liangshan himself didn't think about letting Liu Xiaoman go back and do the listening first.

Liu Xiaoman was quite speechless at first, but after standing for a while, he made an unexpected discovery - he found that standing outside and listening to the broadcasts in every classroom of the whole grade, the sound was even clearer than what he heard in their classrooms.

Also outrageous.

No one will believe me when I say it.

He is deeply worried about his studies for the next year and a half.

Xia Liang was helping Wang Chao kill a game, and Wang Chao forced it on him. He and Li Meng teamed up and knelt nine times in a row. The two almost threw away their phones and started fighting. They scolded each other, saying that letting Liu Xiaoman play with one hand is more reliable than the other party.

Before Liu Xiaoman came for a long time, Wang Chao forced Xia Liang to hand the phone, and watched with Li Meng hooking their heads.

"It's okay to change it to anyone. It's called changing your life, otherwise I will be a scrap metal today." He said.

There was still a movie on Xia Liang's phone, and he leaned on the table without even pressing pause, continuing to listen through the earphones, and casually helped Wang Chao.

Fortunately, I randomly matched an enemy with basic combat effectiveness, and it didn't take long for the opponent to attack the city and win an MVP.

"Expert!" Li Meng let out a "huh" and couldn't help but slapped twice.

"Head," Xia Liang tossed the phone to Li Meng, telling him to move aside, "It's blocking my movie."

Li Meng yelled "Fuck me" and hurriedly grabbed the phone and straightened up, caught off guard and met Shang Liangshan outside the window.

Unstoppable.

Not even a piece of glass.

He threw the cell phone he just grabbed out again in a seamless motion.

"Fuck..." Zhao Chao also yelled, and he pouted backwards in a hurry, without letting the phone hit the head of the front seat directly.

When Xia Liang was pushing the tower just now, he saw someone standing outside the window out of the corner of his eye, and was amused by Li Meng's operation.

"You two, come out for me." Shang Liangshan said with a straight face, and pointed at Xia Liang again, "You come out too."

Xia Liang pulled out an earphone and pointed to himself: "I don't have anything..."

"Hurry up!" Shang Liangshan interrupted him with a dark face.

The three of them kicked the stools and pushed the table and walked out. Finally, the class calmed down.

As soon as I went out through the back door, I found that Liu Xiaoman was also outside. The four of them looked at each other, probably guessing something, and followed Shang Liangshan downstairs with some helplessness.

Dynasty Li Meng is in the middle, Xia Liang and Liu Xiaoman are at the end.

"What's your situation?" Xia Liang asked him, took out a tube of chewing gum from his pocket, pushed it away with his thumb, and threw one into his mouth.

Li Meng didn't know if he heard the sound, but he watched their movements from the corner of his eyes, and quietly passed his hand back from the front.

Wang Chao followed him, and stretched out one silently.

The two of them didn't look back, they just kept one hand facing the back, and continued to walk behind Shang Liangshan's buttocks.

Xia Liang was really happy this time, and felt that the two of them were very interesting, knocked two pills into each of their palms, and then knocked on the body of the bottle to Liu Xiaoman.

Liu Xiaoman was not in the mood to eat candy.

He was really going to be confused by Shang Liangshan's indistinguishable pattern of not distinguishing between priorities and thinking of what to do. He just wanted to go back and do the questions. Even if he couldn't hear in the classroom, it was still a classroom. place to stay.

But there were four people in total, and three of them ate. If he refused at this time, he would always feel like a heretic who couldn't fit into the group.

After hesitating for a moment, Liu Xiaoman also stretched out his hand.

"I came back from dinner and was stopped when I went upstairs." He answered Xia Liang's question in a low voice.

Xia Liang said "Oh".

This is something Shang Liangshan can do.

"You put the historical notes on the table?" He asked Liu Xiaoman again.

"Have you packed it?" Liu Xiaoman asked immediately.

Xia Hao glanced at him with a smile: "Why do you give me the notes?"

"It seems that you are still a little interested in history." Liu Xiaoman thought for a while and said.

"He asked you to do this." Xia Liang said.

The phone vibrated twice in his pocket, he took it out to have a look, and pressed it casually.

It goes without saying who "he" is, and Liu Xiaoman didn't refute it. Although Shang Liangshan is unrealistic, it is indeed a good intention.

"It doesn't hurt to copy when you have nothing to do," Liu Xiaoman whispered to persuade him seriously, "I organized that notebook according to Brother Yangyang's notes, it's very clear, you can read it as long as you read it." Understand."

Xia Liang raised his eyelids to look at him from the phone.

"What did you have for dinner?" He asked suddenly.

"Ramen." Liu Xiaoman didn't know how he skipped the topic, so he answered it strangely.

Taste in your mouth?

Don't you still have chewing gum?

"Or with your brother Yangyang?" Xia Liang said.

Liu Xiaoman opened his mouth, and for some reason he was poked by "Your brother Yangyang". He couldn't tell whether he was embarrassed or felt a little bit of a joke, and he hurriedly replied, "What? ah."

"Are you..." Xia Liang raised his eyebrows.

"Huh?" Liu Xiaoman looked at him.

"It's okay." Xia Liang looked away thoughtfully.

Shang Liangshan didn't say a word along the way, and took them directly to the indoor stadium next to the playground.

A lot of money was spent on the construction of this indoor court. It is very big. It has everything you need for basketball, badminton and table tennis. The school is very precious.

There was no one around at this time, and a few high school seniors were playing basketball. When they saw someone coming in, they all took a look this way.

Two of them knew Xia Liang, and they patted the basketball and called him, "Come play, Xia Liang!"

"My good brother is taking my younger brother today." The other said with a smile.

Several people laughed happily.

Xia Liang ignored them, he flicked his middle finger at them, and slapped them downward.

"You guys, go out." Shang Liangshan stopped and looked at them and said.

Those students probably came here often, and they were familiar with the teachers in the physical education group, and they joked a few words with Shang Liangshan: "Don't say goodbye, Mr. Shang, you're hilarious."

"Go out and go." Shang Liangshan threw a pestle at the edge of the court, "I want to use it."

"No way," Li Meng poked Wang Chao, "Class is over, let's play basketball?"

"Isn't there one next to it?" One of the people squatting on the sidelines stared at Liu Xiaoman and smiled, "It must be usable for you, okay?"

Shang Liangshan stopped talking and looked at them.

"What do you think?" Xia Liang was leaning on the side to play with his mobile phone. He was already quite annoyed by this inexplicable situation, so he stared at the man and answered.

Liu Xiaoman was next to him, and was trying to hypnotize himself. Hearing this, he glanced at Xia Liang, and felt really disgusted with Shang Liangshan's actions this time.

"Hey, let's go." The one who just played with Xia Liang is also considered the leader of this group. He slapped the ball towards the basket on the sidelines and stomped the ground twice. "That's my own student. Let's It is already raised by the stepmother."

Several people dispersed silently, each went to get their own clothes.

"Let's go, Xia Liang!" The leader pulled his clothes over his shoulders, and patted Xia Liang on the shoulder as he passed by, "Why are you here? Or a small stadium?"

"Yeah." Xia Liang didn't care what he said at all, and continued to press the phone with his head down, responding insincerely.

After driving away the basketball players, Shang Liangshan didn't let them play basketball as he said, but continued to lead them past the basketball room and up the stairs to the second floor.

The design of the second floor is a half ring hollowed out in the middle, with a thick tempered glass wall, and the structure inside can be clearly seen from the bottom.

"...Ping-pong balls?" Wang Chao stared at those ping-pong tables in a daze.

Xia Liangzheng paused his fingers when sending the message, looked up, and wanted to turn around and leave quickly.

The kind that don't fucking turn your head.

"There is a table tennis table here, and there is badminton next to it. You can try it." Shang Liangshan pushed open the door of the table tennis room. Follow them.

His expression was even a little smug, as if he had provided the students with something great.

"Really not going to class?" Li Meng was dumbfounded.

There is also a hint of joy in the muddle.

Shang Liangshan raised his wrist to look at the time, and said, "There are still 15 minutes. Anyway, you don't know how to do listening in the classroom honestly. I will show you first, and you can come here later if you want to use it."

"...I'll listen." Liu Xiaoman looked at him speechlessly.

Wang Chao and Li Meng looked at him together, Wang Chao couldn't help laughing: "It's hard for you too."

"Then can I play for a while now, teacher!" Li Meng rolled up his sleeves excitedly, looking for a racket in circles. ...does this ball machine work?"

Shang Liangshan said "Oh", crossed his arms and asked him where he learned it with interest.

"Do you know how to fight?" He asked Dynasty again.

"I've never played before." Chao Chao shook his head, grabbed a racket and came out to study, "What's the difference between the two faces?"

"Come on, let me teach you!" Li Meng immediately dragged him over to occupy a table.

Shang Liangshan looked at Xia Liang with a gratified and tentative expression.

"No." Xia Liang said without thinking, and put the phone in his pocket, "I'd rather go back to class."

"I'll go back too." Liu Xiaoman said immediately.

"I have to go back and make up the history notes." Xia Liang's expression was serious.

The four looked at him together, Liu Xiaoman was very hesitant to speak.

"...You guys are so boring." Xia Liang stopped talking nonsense, turned around and went directly downstairs, "Let's go."

"Are you really not interested?" Shang Liangshan put his eyes on Liu Xiaoman's face again, like a pervert, trying to mobilize his facial features that lack expression nerves to seduce him, "Have you ever hit? You can give it a try, don't be yourself." I feel like I can't do it."

"Yes! Come on, Liu Xiaoman!" Like a ghost, Li Meng shouted at him dancing behind Shang Liangshan.

"I really don't." Liu Xiaoman shook his head again and again, and quickly chased after Xia Liang's butt.

Xia Liang didn't know if he slowed down on purpose to wait for him, Liu Xiaoman ran downstairs, he hadn't left the gymnasium yet, he just pushed open a door and shouted at him: "Hurry up."

Liu Xiaoman hurried over.

After leaving the indoor gymnasium, he breathed a sigh of relief as if he had successfully escaped from the magic cave.

After relaxing, what came up was an indescribable fatigue.

Not physically.

is tired.

He was so tired that he didn't have the heart to rush back to the classroom for class. Anyway, what he faced when he went back was a noisy garbage dump, without the slightest motivation.

He can understand Shang Liangshan's intentions, although he can't understand all of them, maybe seven or eight.

Just like he understands running.

But no matter how he could understand it, he couldn't understand that coming to Shangliang Mountain would make them play table tennis during listening time.

This is really not what a class teacher should do.

The reason is that you don't know how to listen to English anyway.

From childhood to adulthood, Liu Xiaoman, if there is any truth branded in his body and mind that he will never forget, it is "overcoming".

People can't die because of poor conditions, and they can't say that they can't live without an arm.

The learning atmosphere in the class is not good. As the head teacher, instead of grasping discipline, he turned the direction of the whole class to sports, and he didn't distinguish between you and me. He really wanted to I don't understand what Shang Liangshan is thinking about.

Some people may have opinions about the morning jog, and some may not, but it is a collective activity, and it does not take up class time, so there is nothing wrong with exercising within a reasonable time.

This is not the same thing as grabbing them in a daze to play ping pong.

So confused.

He really couldn't understand this.

Liu Xiaoman walked behind Xia Liang not far or near as he did when he was in school that day, trying to clear up Shang Liangshan's thoughts in his heart.

After tossing around until now, there are not many students on the way back to the teaching building, except for the sports students who just came out of the cafeteria, and the top students who ran to the office with a pen and paper.

He looked at those top students, suddenly a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he realized Shang Liangshan's logic.

——Shang Liangshan didn't grab him.

Like Han Xuebi and Yu Shou, Shang Liangshan would not take them out of the classroom at this time with the excuse of "you can't hear English anyway".

It seems that Yu Shou's performance is not as good as Dynasty's.

Shang Liangshan brought him along with Li Meng and the others, maybe he himself felt that he was quite impartial and did not take special care of Liu Xiaoman because he was disabled.

In fact, looking at it from another angle, he was able to do this kind of behavior precisely because of the biggest bias that he may not be aware of.

——Because Liu Xiaoman is disabled, so there is no hope of being a key student if he studies well.

Because I am disabled, it doesn't matter if I can't understand English.

Because it is disabled, it is only natural to make more unreasonable "care".

He and Xia Liang, the two most special students in the class, and Li Meng, who is so sick of studying that he would rather be pregnant, Shang Liangshan is trying to catch the four of them as "models".

In other words, they regard the four of them as the "experimental field" for their own educational philosophy.

Liu Xiaoman's scalp went numb.

He looked at Xia Liang's figure in front of him, and thought of Shang Liangshan calling him to the office over and over again, talking to him, and Fan Yiyang's attitude towards Xia Liang...even including his annoyance towards Luo Hao, he suddenly felt that it was extremely cruel .

He has always been self-confident that although he can't stand shoulder to shoulder with Fan Yiyang's kind of academic gods, he is at least "higher" than Xia Liang and Li Meng in terms of study.

In the end, in the eyes of a head teacher who was a physical education teacher, he was no different from those students.

It's just a "trash" with better grades.

He couldn't help but took two quick steps.

Xia Liang seemed to feel the change in his pace, stopped and turned to look at him.

Liu Xiaoman was like a bug chasing something, when the target turned around, he wriggled in place again.

Liu Xiaoman adjusted his speed back to the state of neither fast nor slow, and walked towards Xia Liang.

"Want to see the cat?" Xia Liang asked him while standing still.

If he asked this before going to the indoor gymnasium, Liu Xiaoman would immediately veto it.

But right now, he felt a little bit of "sympathy for the same disease" with Xia Liang, so he hesitated subconsciously.

"No," he looked up at the sky, the street lights were all on, and the sound of reciting books came from the teaching building of the first year of high school not far away, he still shook his head, "I don't want to skip class."

"I guess you are too." Xia Liang said, and when Liu Xiaoman was almost in front of him, he turned around and continued walking to the classroom.

"Is skipping class interesting?" Liu Xiaoman asked.

He wasn't quarreling with Xia Liang, he was really puzzled, if he was asked to sneak out during class hours, he wouldn't even think of what he would do.

"Look at you." Xia Liang glanced at him, "It's interesting if you want to do something, but it's not interesting anywhere you don't want to do it."

He had nothing else to do.

Liu Xiaoman thought quietly.

He might go home and help grandpa steam pancakes.

Thinking of his grandfather, he asked Xia Liang, "Li Meng said that you also live in the old textile factory."

"Ah." Xia Liang responded, "My grandfather."

"You live with grandpa?" Liu Xiaoman asked again.

"Yeah." Xia Liang nodded.

"What a coincidence." Liu Xiaoman also nodded, "I am also with my grandfather."

Xia Liang looked at him out of the corner of his eyes, Liu Xiaoman's pace was basically at the same level as his now, so he didn't need to turn his head to look for it.

From the front, you can reach the main building of the third year of high school through the small basketball court. The students who were driven away by Shang Liangshan just now moved there. Looking at them in the darkened sky, they looked like a few silhouettes, lively chasing and jumping.

"Where's Fan Yiyang?" Xia Liang asked suddenly.

"What?" The antenna on Liu Xiaoman's head stood up with a "whoosh", thinking that Xia Liang saw Fan Yiyang, but he looked around and saw nothing, then looked at Xia Liang again.

"He lives with your family?" Xia Liang was a little speechless by his reaction, and felt like laughing.

"No," Liu Xiaoman shook his head and nodded again, "it's about the same, his house is very close to mine."

"Diagonally opposite the building." After thinking for a while, he added.

Xia Liang said "Oh".

Liu Xiaoman remembered what Xia Liang hadn't finished talking on the way to the gym just now, and asked him, "What did you want to say just now?"

"What." Xia Liang didn't realize what he asked.

"Are you saying that I didn't say anything, and only said half of it." Liu Xiaoman reminded him.

"Ah," Xia Liang paused, then glanced at Liu Xiaoman again, "I forgot."

"..." Liu Xiaoman stared at him.

"Just pretend you didn't hear it." Xia Liang smiled and walked towards the path beside the small court.

"You..." Liu Xiaoman's curiosity was aroused by him. The key was that the sentence was followed by "your brother Yangyang", which made him want to know.

"Either don't start, or start and only talk halfway," he asked after Xia Liang, "you should finish the sentence."

Xia Liang stopped to look at him, Liu Xiaoman looked stubborn.

Sometimes people will produce some unexplainable psychological reactions.

Because it cannot be explained, people call it the "sixth sense".

Liu Xiaoman had a vague intuition——Xia Liang's unfinished sentence after "Your Brother Yangyang" would pass by before his eyes like a swallow flying low before an earthquake, but it was enough to bring a storm. The consequences of overturning his current peaceful living conditions.

But he just couldn't help wondering.

He just wanted to wait where he didn't believe it, and wait to see if the swallow would come true.

In other words, in the depths of his subconscious and heart that he didn't think about deeply, there was something that had already come to the fore, waiting for Xia Liang's words to be dug out.

This feeling made him inexplicably a little nervous.

And after yesterday's trash can incident, Xia Liang probably figured out how stubborn this little handicap could be if he got real.

He had already planned to make up a random topic to fool him, but seeing Liu Xiaoman's serious expression, he didn't know what kind of mentality it was, and suddenly wanted to say what was on his mind, to see what new reaction he would have. .

"Really want to know?" He asked Liu Xiaoman again.

"Say it quickly." Liu Xiaoman urged him.

Behind Xia Liang was a street lamp, and Liu Xiaoman was facing him. Beside him was a half-person-high boulder, which was designed as a guiding stone, with the words "Way of Seeking Knowledge" written on it.

He simply stopped, let Liu Xiaoman's face shine brightly under the light, looked at Liu Xiaoman quite calmly and said, "I was thinking, do you like him?"

Liu Xiaoman's face was stunned, and the whole person was stunned.

"Xia Liang!" Someone on the small court whistled and shouted.

Xia Liang looked over, but he couldn't see the face clearly, first he saw a basketball flying straight over.

The grandson who threw the ball shot a three-pointer, and he threw it with the strength of a dunk, as if he was not throwing a ball, but a bomb at him.

It's not that the cannon ball can't be caught, the key point is that there is Liu Xiaoman in front of him who is in a daze.

Xia Liang instinctively stretched out his hand to clasp Liu Xiaoman's shoulder, but it was empty and he only clasped an empty sleeve.

He forgot at the critical moment that Liu Xiaoman was narrower than the average person by one arm!

Liu Xiaoman's sleeves were stretched before he realized that there was danger flying towards the back of his head. He also subconsciously turned his head sideways and pushed Xia Liang, trying to make Xia Liang avoid it too.

Xia Liang could have avoided it, if Liu Xiaoman hadn't come here to give him a push.

In short, in the blink of an eye, the two of them didn't know why they were in the wrong position. Xia Liang switched left and right.