Xiaoman

Although Shang Liangshan emphasized the importance of the basic test, he really only emphasized it. In the next few days, he would still be the same as before, watching the morning run in the playground early in the morning, and suddenly appearing in the "Tell two things" in the classroom.

Xia Liang continued to seldom attend lectures, but would copy Liu Xiaoman's history notes when he was bored.

Li Mengchao still plays games every day to tease boredom, and in the end, he always loses until he throws away his mobile phone and pinches each other, yelling at each other for "cheat".

Liu Xiaoman is still self-sufficient in the garbage dump every day, with a pitiful learning atmosphere, trying to survive in the cracks.

He didn't know whether to say it was sad or fortunate, but he felt that he had gradually adapted to the current class atmosphere.

It should be a little bit more lucky, although it is really not good to go crazy in the class - after the three brothers and the milk tea sisters gradually get acquainted, they are like a nest of bat ghosts that roost in the morning and walk at night, wilting during the day One day in a coma, the self-study at night began to dance and chatter, and the group of demons shouted.

One night they even changed a few places, gathered in a small circle to play board games in a big way, and slapped the teacher who had a good temper that day on the table in anger, telling them to "get out of here" .

——With this group of people for comparison, and looking at Xia Liang next to him and Li Meng Dynasty in front of him, Liu Xiaoman really felt that he was very lucky.

And even if it was more "sad", there was nothing he could do about it. From the time until the college entrance examination, these people who were not four or six had to be his classmates, and he still had to stay in this class until the last second.

A tree moves the dead and the living.

If the mountain does not come to me, I will go to the mountain.

Instead of letting the environment adapt to you, it is better to actively adapt to the environment.

Every day at night for self-study, Liu Xiaoman had to recite these three sentences silently in his heart to cheer himself up.

Then force yourself to plunge into the sea of ​​questions, it is best to suffocate and pull down.

Luo Hao brought Xia Liang's cell phone after it was repaired, and it was when the last class in the afternoon was about to end, and the classroom was still in session, so he went straight to push Xia Liang's window crack just like the real thing.

It happened to be a history class at that time, and the history teacher was talking about wild history in the sky and on the ground. Xia Liang leaned on the stool and listened quite interestingly. He glanced at Luo Hao who was holding his mobile phone and winking at him from the window, and turned his hand around to play. The pen clicked on the sliding bar on the window sill, blocking Luo Hao from the window.

Liu Xiaoman could hear Luo Hao's broken "Fuck me" through the window.

He secretly laughed in his heart for a long time.

Luo Hao pushed it twice again without giving up, but the window didn't open, but the history teacher noticed it.

He kept his legs crossed at the edge of the podium, with one hand on his hips and one hand supporting the podium. He let go of the podium and pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose. He squinted his eyes and looked back, saying, "What's outside?"

Li Meng laughed so hard that he almost slipped off the stool.

People really don't know time and place.

As soon as the history teacher's words fell, Shang Liangshan came to check the class with his hands behind his back.

Originally, he was passing by and wanted to peek in through the back door secretly, but in the end he caught Luo Hao straight away.

The history teacher talked too much about unofficial history, and he dragged on for 2 minutes after class. When Xia Liang finally walked out from the back door of the classroom, Luo Hao was holding his head in his hands, his face collapsed, and he wanted to bow to Shang Liangshan, shouting: "Just let me go!" , I'll give you a phone!"

"Whose cell phone?" Shang Liangshan said.

"Dog!" Luo Hao said bitterly.

Xia Liang went over and kicked him on the calf, Luo Hao turned around with a dirty word in his mouth, Xia Liang said directly: "Mobile phone."

"Oh, do you want more? Continue to listen to your doggy class!" Luo Hao punched him on the shoulder, took out the phone from his pocket and handed it over.

Xia Liang glanced at it, the screen was full of news push, there were all kinds of mess, he cleared all the background with one click, and transferred the money to Luo Hao.

"I even forgot that your cell phone is broken," Shang Liangshan said to Xia Liang, crossing his arms beside him, "It seems that your good performance these days has something to do with not holding your cell phone."

Xia Liang didn't need to guess to know that his next sentence would have to persuade himself not to use the phone in the future.

"Leave the squad leader." He put his mobile phone in his pocket, turned around and walked towards the stairs.

Luo Hao hurriedly followed him: "Goodbye, Teacher Shang!"

"Where are you going?" Shang Liangshan asked vigilantly, "Stay well in the classroom for evening self-study, and the exam will be the day after tomorrow."

"Eat." Xia Liang said.

Liu Xiaoman and Fan Yiyang brought two questions to the cafeteria, and it was inconvenient to take the exercise book, so he copied them on a small piece of paper, folded them into squares, and took them out on the cafeteria table when eating. .

"So hardworking." Fan Yiyang smiled and took the small note over to read.

The questions are not difficult, but the way of asking is too tricky, and it is easy to get people involved.

He probably stroked his train of thought with Liu Xiaoman, and Liu Xiaoman immediately said "oh".

"Eat quickly." Fan Yiyang urged him.

"Yeah." Liu Xiaoman looked at Fan Yiyang's aunt's side dish on Fan Yiyang's dinner plate, which contained diced salted radish, and put it into his own plate with his chopsticks.

Fan Yiyang doesn't like to eat pickled vegetables. Auntie always adds this kind of side dish casually, and sometimes spreads out a big spoonful without saying a word, and Liu Xiaoman eats it for him.

Liu Xiaoman is not picky about food, from childhood to adulthood.

Like his character, he is gentle and slow, and he can tolerate and accept anything given to him.

"How about these few days, are you still a little nervous?" Fan Yiyang asked him while stirring a bowl of pumpkin soup.

"It's okay." Liu Xiaoman bit the tip of his chopsticks and thought about it.

To say you're not nervous would be a lie.

It's not that I'm nervous, it's that I don't know what to do.

In a classroom like a bat cave, he doesn't know how much influence he will receive. Although most of the people don't study much, there are still students like Han Xuebi in the front rows, who should also report the same thoughts as him , secretly working hard.

Liu Xiaoman is not afraid of temporarily lagging behind in the rankings, but he is afraid that he will keep falling behind compared with his previous self.

Especially this time it was the eight-school joint exam, which basically connected all the more important schools in their city, and the results still had a certain reference importance.

I don't know what the difficulty of the paper will be.

He really didn't know the bottom line.

"The atmosphere in the class is okay?" Fan Yiyang asked again.

"...Mmm." Liu Xiaoman nodded again.

"It's okay, take it easy," Fan Yiyang said, "The more difficult the entrance exam is, the less difficult it is. Several schools have to pass it, so don't take it too seriously. It's not long since the start of school, just look for status. .”

As he said that, he took a piece of pork ribs with a lot of meat from his own plate and put it into Liu Xiaoman's bowl: "In the past two days, you should mainly sort out the parts that you don't know, and put the parts that need to be memorized in the political history in the morning, don't occupy them. During evening self-study, I will go over to tell you after school."

"Okay, thank you Brother Yangyang." Liu Xiaoman smiled at him.

When it was time for the exam, he put aside for the time being the "liking" that he had been anxious about Fan Yiyang a few days ago. Fan Yiyang still has a good way of making study plans, and Liu Xiaoman likes to follow his train of thought, which is clear and smooth .

Back at the bottom of the teaching building, Fan Yiyang explained to Liu Xiaoman two ways of solving the problem based on the two questions just now. Just in time, a classmate asked him to go back to the classroom together. Liu Xiaoman quickly waved him away, and he had to go upstairs Back to classroom.

After walking a few steps, when he reached the corner of the stairs, he felt someone flick his left ear. He turned his head to the left, but he didn't see anyone, and then he looked to the right. Xia Liang came to him at some point, with a nonchalant expression on his face. walking.

Liu Xiaoman rubbed his ears and looked at him.

"Are you happy?" Xia Liang said.

"What?" Liu Xiaoman asked.

"The person you like will bring you food." Xia Liang raised his eyebrows, with the intention of watching a show.

"..." The base of Liu Xiaoman's ears scalded hot.

"Don't talk nonsense." He muttered, and the people around him were up and down, and he asked Xia Liang in a low voice: "Did you see it? The second canteen?"

"Ah." Xia Liang responded.

"Where are you sitting, why didn't I see you?" Liu Xiaoman asked casually.

"You don't like me." Xia Liang gave him a funny look, "Brother Yangyang who I like sits in front of me, who else can I see?"

Liu Xiaoman watched him open his mouth.

Closed again.

"What?" Xia Liang said.

"Xia Liang," Liu Xiaoman called him, hesitantly moved a little closer and asked, "You really don't find it... strange?"

Do boys like boys?

Isn't it strange?

Xia Liang glanced at him again, this time without saying a word, he pushed Liu Xiaoman's forehead and went upstairs.

... This man is really.

Liu Xiaoman rubbed his forehead twice with the back of his hand and followed him.

Back in the classroom, Li Meng had already arrived at school, lying on the table, pressing his forehead against the edge of the table and playing with his mobile phone.

Except for the day of cleaning, he basically had to go home for three meals a day. Every time he went back, he chirped and chirped, and when he came, he moaned until the class bell rang, risking being caught by Shang Liangshan on the spot. The danger of entering the classroom is playing side-by-side.

Now there is still half an hour before listening.

When Wang Chao came back and saw him, he also let out a "Yo", jumped up twice, pressed Li Meng's shoulders down, and called him, "Why did you come today without waiting for Shang Liangshan to arrest you?"

"Don't mess with me." Li Meng moved his shoulders, his voice not very lively.

"What's the matter, my brother Meng?" Wang Chao heard that his voice was not right, and pulled his head upwards, "Why are you not so fierce after eating a mother's love meal?"

I don't know if it hurt him from poking somewhere, or because Wang Chao didn't say something well, Li Meng suddenly sat up straight on the table, punched hard back, and yelled quite loudly: "Fuck!" Your mother said don't mess with me!"

The class fell silent, and everyone looked behind, but they only looked at it, and then they should do what they should do after reading it.

But Li Meng was in a bit of a misery, he was not good at the angle, this punch was not accurate, half of his fist hit Liu Xiaoman's table edge directly, with a "bang", it made the teeth of the people around him ache. .

"...What are you crazy about?" Although Wang Chao didn't feel much pain from being half-fisted, he felt a little angry and pushed Li Meng.

Liu Xiaoman looked at Li Meng's back and felt him take a deep breath.

In the next second, Li Meng did not continue to fight against Wang Chao, but turned to look at Liu Xiaoman.

Seeing his face, Liu Xiaoman froze for a moment, and blurted out, "Your face..."

There was a faint slap mark on Li Meng's face, the color was still fresh.

Xia Liang kept his head down and was playing with his mobile phone. When he heard the sound, he raised his eyelids and took a look. He understood it at a glance, and answered directly with a very knowledgable manner: "Your mother must have whipped you."

"Really, why?" Wang Chao immediately looked over with his head hooked.

Li Meng didn't answer their words, so he looked at Liu Xiaoman and asked him with an expression of "I'm fucking enough": "Liu Xiaoman, do you still have to stay in class for a class after school?" ?”

Liu Xiaoman nodded, "Mmm".

"Bring me one." Li Meng said.