Back to the year when my husband was the worst

"Really don't smoke?" Zhou Ya placed his hand under the table.

Xu Qingran felt that Old Wu had already noticed this side.

"Don't smoke."

"Very clever."

"……roll."

Long Shi leaned over: "What are you drawing? Is there a prize? My tablemate and I also want to draw!"

Zhou Ya: "Okay."

Xu Qingran kicked on the dragon and lion chair and pushed him back: "Smack you..."

A sharp wind in the air cut off Xu Qingran's swear words.

Old Wu was not as proficient at throwing chalk as his chemistry teacher, and the tip of the chalk fell on Zhou Ya's desk.

Old Wu was aggressive: "Xu Qingran, what are you doing?"

Xu Qingran: "..."

"Don't disturb your tablemate."

Xu Qing laughed and kicked Zhou Ya under the table.

As a result, when Old Wu turned around, the cup of pen was delivered to his nose again.

Zhou Ya should shake the cup again, but he insisted that Xu Qingran shake it again by himself.

Xu Qingran turned out the Chinese paper, and silently said several times in his heart that this person is Zhou Yai, his husband or his future husband, so he held back his anger: "Zhou Yai, I advise you to spare your life."

The cup disappeared from his view, accompanied by a barely audible sigh.

Zhou Ya bowed his body to flip through the papers. There were two Chinese papers, squeezed together with a pile of exam papers. Before he could pull out the two papers, the person next to him stretched out an arm—Xu Qingran hesitated between the two cups After a while, I took the one near him.

He frowned, shook the cup, took out a pen, ticked off the checkered note, and casually threw the empty pen case into the belly of the table.

Holding the checkered paper, Xu Qingran flashed past Zhou Yai, and said impatiently, "Can I attend class now?"

Zhou Ya looked at him, couldn't hold back, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Xu Qingran tightened his fingers and stared at him: "What are you looking at me for?"

Zhou Ya shook his head, then spread his hands and said in a long voice, "Let me see—"

"What are you looking at?" Xu Qingran reacted, turned away his cold face, and stuffed the note into his pocket, "Don't think about it."

Zhou Ya did not say a word, after a long while, Xu Qingran heard a low laugh beside him.

"..."

Oh shit.

The get out of class bell rings.

Old Wu put away the papers and announced that the first half of the next class would be used for the class meeting to talk about the school sports meeting. The classroom was silent for two seconds, Xu Qingran whistled, and Class Nine belatedly wowed twice.

"How many cards does the sheep plan to take this year?"

"The sheep are lame!"

"Lame sheep!"

Sheep threw a notebook at Liu Chengyuan: "You are the one who is lame!"

Liu Chengyuan: "Hey, if Brother Jair hadn't saved the scene..."

"Brother Jair what?"

Everyone got up, and when they turned around, they saw two people in the back row wrestling together.

"I'll help you unlock the sign."

"I fucking said no!"

Xu Qingran smoked so much that there was no reason not to read it, he took advantage of Zhou Ya's brushing the questions and took a glance.

Two finger-length grid paper strips, the edges are cut rough, leaving a lot of blank space, and there are only three characters in the center—Ke Wife.

Get rid of it.

Does he dare?

Zhou Ya's attack power was astonishing, Xu Qingran was still concerned about his sense of propriety and did not dare to make heavy moves, but he didn't even remember to protect a small note later.As soon as the head teacher left the classroom, his two tables and chairs collided, and the students in and out of the class were dumbfounded.

"Why don't you understand?" Zhou Ya blocked his legs, "Brother Ran doesn't trust me?"...the ability to solve the lottery.

Zhou Ya wanted to say that he had been studying for half a night, so he should be able to say seven to eight points accurately, but Xu Qingran followed too closely with his fist, and Zhou Ya swallowed a few words hastily.

murdered her husband.

The more you hide, the more curious you become.

Xu Qingran panicked when he said "Brother Ran" to him: "Shut up."

Long and Lion sat in the front and listened to a class. The two of them bickered and called Lu Chen, who was watching, to come and draw a lottery: "Shake it, read the horoscope of your birthday in your heart, and take one, it will work..."

With one voice, the whole classroom was shouted about the successors of socialism.

"Brother Jair, can I smoke one?"

Zhou Ya took the time to say, "Take whatever you want."

It is said that there are one hundred and one cups, but in fact, two cups have been drawn and two people have not been allocated.

This fight won't last.

Zhou Dashen temporarily listed and opened the lottery.

Xu Qingran listened to it for 2 minutes, and came up with two or three full of love.

When Lu Chen brought the note over, Xu Qingran finally couldn't take it anymore: "Bridal wedding night? Zhou Yayou..." What the hell did you write?

Zhou Ya's lips moved, maybe he hadn't figured out what to make up yet.

Xu Qingran directly confiscated Lu Chen's note, "Did you hear the class bell? Huh?"

The class monitor of the school sports meeting had already handed in a list, and Lao Wu mainly explained the location of his class's viewing platform and the time he could spend on the playground during the school sports meeting.

When we talked until school was over, everyone almost forgot about the 10-minute interlude.The two cups on Zhou Ya's table were moved to Xu Qingran's table, and the two cups were stuck against the wall.

Xu Qingran, together with Longshi, smuggled takeaway food by the playground wall.

Today the teacher had a meeting, they were eating in the classroom, when they came back, Lu Chen and Yang Yang were lying in the back row, Zhou Yairen was not there.

"Big top, tell me." Sheep was looking at Zhou Yai's math draft paper, and happened to notice Xu Qingran staring at it twice, "He just answered a call, it should be a classmate from No. [-] Middle School who came to look for him he."

Xu Qingran subconsciously took out his mobile phone, but Zhou Ya did not send him a message.

Classmates from No. [-] Middle School.

Now he is very curious about Zhou Ya's affairs.

But this person is not very cooperative.

Longshi leaned over: "What did the boss say?"

Xu Qingran turned off the screen and threw it directly into the belly of the table, "Don't say anything, put the table away, put two more layers of paper, and then try to stick oil on my table?"

Sheep was holding Zhou Yai's draft paper and carefully clipped it with other books. He was a little idiot. After Zhou Yai came to the stage and solved a competition problem, he became a fan of Zhou Yai.

Lu Chen laughed at him: "Would you like to kiss me again?"

"I really want to..." Sheep put the book away, and suddenly thought of something, "Brother Jair doesn't know what kind of copybooks are so effective. Of course, I don't mean that his previous handwriting was not good-looking, just this one, just like him. Compared with the previous characters, they seem to be more mature, or what? Hey, the shape of the characters is almost the same, I don’t know what to do anyway, anyway, it’s very rusty..."

Xu Qingran put down the takeaway, thinking that there is no such thing as a compliment.

His eyebrows jumped, "What are you talking about?"

Qu Chen was the only one of his cousins ​​who kept in touch with him after his mother passed away, except for his grandparents.

When his grandpa and grandma made him recognize each other, Qu Chen didn't want to recognize him back at all.

At that time Zhou Ya did not want to recognize him either.

How to forget how familiar, it is not uncommon for people of this age to hate to play together for two years.

Next to the playground wall of the No. [-] Middle School, several bent iron poles are blocked by green plants - the holy place for smuggling takeaways from the No. [-] Middle School.

Zhou Ya could only see a third of Qu Chen's face from here.

Zhou Ya kept a certain distance from the wall: "Why don't you go to the door?"

Qu Chen was holding a bag of things in his hand, stuffing it with great effort, and explained: "This poor school, Seventh Middle School, I walked for a long time and couldn't find the door!"

"You look to your left?" Zhou Ya had nothing to say to Qu Chen's Lu Chi.

Qu Chen subconsciously turned his head to the left, 100 meters away, day students coming in and out at the back door, security teachers and parents, lively.

He found this place after passing through a convenience store from a commercial street and seeing someone smuggling takeaway food.

Qu Chen: "...you just said that my bag was stuffed in?"

Zhou Ya looked contemptuous.

The bag was pink and tender, and in it were the trivial things that Zhou Jair fell into the third middle school, and some things that did not belong to Zhou Jair.

"What is this?" Zhou Ya squeezed a flat piece.

"Mask!"

"Nonsense." Zhou Ya said, "Why is this thing here? And this bag?"

"Oh." Qu Chen squeezed his throat, "The president of the beloved student union suddenly changed schools, isn't this something that the support will get you? I picked it up after a lot of choices... Don't mess around, it's a mask, For hydration, isn’t it just right to use this in this weather? I just took it out of the small freezer!”

Seeing Zhou Ya's strange expression, Qu Chen scratched his head: "I secretly used one and it feels good, it lasts for 10 minutes, if you don't believe me you want your roommate to apply it for 15 minutes, ask if it's cool. "

Zhou Ya found that there was only one mask in the bag: "Then what?"

Qu Chen: "Then you take it and apply it!"

Zhou Ya: "..."

Ah.

Zhou Ya didn't talk to him for long.

Several people in the classroom did not wait for him. When he came back, Xu Qingran had already finished his bowl of noodles and was wiping his mouth.

Sheep pulled a bowl from behind and put it on Zhou Ya's table: "This bowl, this bowl."

Zhou Ya smiled, "Yes."

He glanced at the person next to him who ignored him.

"Burning."

Xu Qingran was patted on the shoulder, and the touch didn't feel like human hands.

Before he could ask, Zhou Yai threw the bound A4 paper on his lap.

Xu Qingran: "What is this?"

"Proposal." Zhou Yai took apart the plastic chopsticks, "Students in No. [-] Middle School jointly complain to the teacher about the learning mechanism every year...but less than one tenth of them are successful. Take a look."