Back to the year when my husband was the worst

Mr. Xu's waist can't be called thin, he just doesn't have any fat, and his psoas muscles are smooth.

The two people in the back row wrestled together, completely forgetting that there was a head teacher on the podium. The head teacher's speech was interrupted for the third time. He let go of the mouse and pushed his glasses: "Are they on good terms?"

Old Wu's face was light and calm.

The students in the front row couldn't figure out what he was thinking, and didn't know how to strike up a conversation.

This homeroom teacher loves to talk irony. Every time after the final exam, when the papers are not in their hands, they can't confirm whether Lao Wu is telling the truth or sarcasm. On the podium, he said: "This is the best result I have seen in so many years of teaching."

"For such a simple question, you must choose C. Why? Because three long and one short are the shortest, do you think so?"

"I just discovered today that there are many new generation poets in our class, ah, people are thinner than cucumbers, which poet in our class wrote it yourself."

"Look at the essay, topic, the end of an orange. Well, the end. Please invite my daughter to come tomorrow and tell you the difference between the end and the end."

Lao Wu's daughter is four years old.

Usually the whole class suppressed their laughter together until Old Wu couldn't hold back his own laughter.

Chihuahua turned her head to look at the two people behind who had just opened the fight and returned to their seats, and said bravely, "Teacher, our class is usually very united."

"Yeah." Old Wu didn't want to listen to nonsense, "Sports Committee, remember, the relationship is so good, is there two of them with three legs?"

Lu Chen's eyes lit up: "Okay, teacher."

In addition to regular individual competitions, there are also many group competitions of interest, which are counted in the total score of the class, and there are very few applicants.

Zhou Ya grabbed Xu Qingran's wrist to prevent him from doing it again: "Seventh High School still has this project?"

Xu Qingran: "..."

Two people with three legs, and you don't need to squeeze the balloons with your hands and feet. This is a hot event after the opening ceremony of the school sports meeting. It's so stupid.

The afternoon was sunny and the playground was in full swing.

Xu Qingran and Zhou Yai stood at the inspection office.

The class uniforms of each class in the third year of senior high school are still in use from the previous two years.Class Nine has two types, one is short-sleeved with gold letters on a black background, and the other is a white sun-proof jacket with a big word "Nine" on the back.

Class [-] wears a mix of the two. One of the two bosses at the check-in office wears short sleeves, and the other wears a round neck jacket.

Zhou Ya pinched the zipper of the coat with his fingers and pulled it down. A label was sewn near the waist and abdomen. When the wind blew, he could clearly see three large characters vertically on the label: Xu Qingran.

Xu Qing saw his hand from the corner of his eye: "Why are you pulling it up and down for a long time?"

"Feel the quality." Zhou Ya let go of his hand as he said, letting the wind blow the coat.

The chemistry teacher came over to put on their legs in person: "Your old Wu said that you can run around one by one if you don't tie them up. For the sake of peace in the Seventh Middle School, he can't wait to tie these legs for you all afternoon."

Two boys: "..."

"Tie a dead knot." Xu Qingwei stood by the side watching the play, and suddenly remembered that the forum had just started to arrange the love and hatred between Xu Qingran and Zhou Ya, and said to Zhou Ya: "I knew you would sit with Xu Qingran, a skinny monkey." I can really sit still, even if you were in No. [-] Middle School, we would send Xu Qingran to sit next to you... What am I talking about, crazy!"

The chemistry teacher continued: "I just don't know when the word Xu Qingran can be written like shit."

...that's called art.

The senior three group is preparing for the waiting area. In front of them are the first and second graders, one or two with their arms around their waists, legs, shoulders, shoulders and backs, shouting slogans, walking, jumping, crawling, with a variety of postures.

The onlookers were more like watching the third group in the back row.

The broadcaster also mentioned it several times: "Senior seniors in senior high school seem to be impatient and eager to try!"

Xu Qingran moved his feet, resisting the desire to curse: "Teacher, are you tied up?"

"Oh, it's done." The chemistry teacher let go, and a bright red ribbon tied Xu Qingran and Zhou Ya's legs, "Come on!"

Xu Weiwei: "Come on!"

Zhou Ya looked down and said, "Wait for us to surpass half of their playground!"

Xu Qingran: "...Who gave you the confidence."

The two of them are about the same height, the taller one has long legs, Zhou Ya casually pointed, "Who does your majesty think can run faster than you?"

Xu Qingran felt the provocative eyes of the two boys in the next class, and pulled Zhou Ya's hand off: "Don't make trouble."

"it is good--"

One naturally pulled it down, and the other naturally responded.

"Ran..." Long Shi had just come over, just in time to see that the sense of weirdness that had been vaguely in his heart before became stronger.

Xu Qingran looked at him sideways, frowned, a little impatiently: "What's wrong?"

Longshi: "...it's okay."

Going to the second group of high school, there are two boys with very different sizes. The big one picked up the small one with one hand and ran away.

Seeing Xu Qingran staring at him all the time, Zhou Ya touched him with his arm: "You want to be carried away too?"

Xu Qingran was actually looking at the group that had already reached the finish line. The two squeezed the balloon with their bellies. The bellies were soft and could not be broken. The two boys broke free from the straps, and one boy directly clamped his legs around the waist of the other boy. He squeezed the balloon into another boy's chest, and the girls next door covered their mouths and screamed.

Xu Qingran really wanted to turn around and leave, if it wasn't for the fact that there was someone tied beside him: "What did you say?"

"I asked if we should carry it away later." Zhou Ya said, "Or which part do you want to use to squeeze the balloon?"

Xu Qingran took the number plates from the referee students to them, and was stunned for a moment: "What are you holding...to go?"

The last note was slightly higher, and when he realized it, Xu Qingran's movement of handing the number plate turned into a fist.

Zhou Ya retreated reflexively, but he forgot that the two of them were tied together now.

The two legendary tall men from Class Nine disappeared in an instant, and Class Nine was stunned.

"Hold!"

"emperor!"

"Jai, Brother Yai?"

The dragon and lion were so close, they subconsciously stretched out their hand towards that side, only pulling out one of Xu Qingran's hair.

Zhou Ya fell on his back, Xu Qingran fell onto Zhou Ya, the bridge of his nose hit his shoulder blade, his scalp hurt, and the bridge of his nose also hurt, making his heart ache.

Two muffled grunts.

Xu Qingran curled up in pain: "Zhou Ya, you pull my hair?"

"No." Zhou Ya gasped.

Guiltyly, Long Shi threw away his hair, rushed over and shouted: "Wei, I'm late to save you..."

Xu Qingran covered his nose: "Shut up!"

All the playwrights from Class Nine ran over, and the thieves caught their attention: "What's the situation? Are there assassins? Escort! Escort quickly!"

Zhou Ya's back hit the grass, and his shoulder blades hurt even more. After a while, he stretched out his hand to respond to them: "I'm protecting you!"

Xu Qing smiled gasily: "You protect the wool?"

Before the Class Ninth competition started, I first piled up a group of people on the grassland. Not long after two o'clock, the sun was scorching, and it was like spreading pancakes.

As soon as the third year of high school arrived, the two school grass hooked their shoulders and walked like flying.

The small campus reporter held a microphone and a machine in his hand and took pictures everywhere, watching their mouths open and close, and wanted to go and hear how they shouted slogans:

"It still hurts?"

"Try it? My nose is crooked!"

"I told you not to move."

"Who committed the crime first?"

"I think that method is very good."

"Ah--"

"The two from class eight fell again."

"Oh, let's go, go around in front of both of them."

reporter:"……"

The stumbling tricks of others were completely ineffective in front of them. The speed of the two grasses could directly challenge the track for 50 meters. They stopped halfway and turned around to look at them, and then ran around the groups in the front row who shouted slogans one, two, one. Then stroll leisurely to the finish line to lead the ball.

"Xu Qingran!"

"come on!"

"Zhou Ya!"

"Definitely!"

Liu Chengyuan and Lu Chen followed the whole process with their cameras on their shoulders.

The referee who delivered the balloon became more nervous: "Balloons, you can't use your hands, where do you want to put them?"

"Wait." Zhou Ya waited unhurriedly for Xu Qingran to take off the straps.

Referee: "Oh yes, remove the straps!"

"..." Xu Qingran stood up, "knot."

Zhou Ya: "..."

Zhou Ya made a decisive decision: "Put it on the ground."

Xu Qingran:? ? ?

"Put the ball on the ground."

After the eighth class got used to it, they were not slow. Now they rushed over and immediately took off the straps and laughed at them.

Zhou Yaign ignored them, waited for the referee to put the balloon, and patted Xu Qingran's arm: "Brother Ran, press me hard."

Xu Qingran didn't react, and the back of his head was thrown into Zhou Yai's arms. The next second, he felt a sudden weightlessness and was caught off guard.

"boom!"

The people around let out an "ah", short and excited screams.

Class Nine rushed over like chicken blood.

"Win! First place in Class Nine! It's a victory!"

This time the fall didn't hurt at all, Xu Qingran and Zhou Yaiya paused for a moment.

After exercising, the breathing fluctuates greatly. In addition to the bursting of balloons and cheers in the ears, the two inevitably feel each other's heart beating, pulse beating, and even blood flowing.

Such a lively young man was lying in his arms in an unbelievable amount of time.

Zhou Ya suddenly pushed Xu Qingran: "Get up."

The senior three stands are on the steps on both sides of the rostrum.

The track competition is very close, and many seniors in senior high school watched the competition while brushing up questions and endorsing their papers.

Lu Chen took the watch to compare, and stuffed two 1000-meter number plates into Xu Qingran's hand, and wanted to say that you should give it to him, but suddenly found that Zhou Ya was sitting in the back row.

Xu Qingran frowned, glanced at his watch and returned one to Lu Chen.

Lu Chen: "..."

The names of Zhou Yai and Xu Qingran were pasted together, and the number plate was only one number away. Zhou Yai was sitting in the row behind Xu Qingran.

Zhou Ya looked down at his phone, and there were two white paper novels beside him, and there was a tag with Xu Qingran's name on the edge of the zipper that was blown open by the wind.

He spread his hands and looked up at Lu Chen.

Lu Chen shook his head and put the number plate in his hand.

Zhou Ya: "Thank you."

Lu Chen felt that he had become acquainted with Zhou Ya recently, so he stretched out a finger, pointed down at the top of Xu Qingran's head, and lip-synced: Is he angry?

Zhou Ya's eyes moved down with his fingers, paused, then retracted, smiled, polite and alienated.

Lu Chen was a little injured, so he jumped to the front row to hand out the number plates of the long jump athletes, and complained to Longshi by the way.

Xu Qingran often can't hide his emotions, which is a bit different from the experienced and mature Mr. Xu in the business war.

The back is slightly arched, and the lines are youthful under the short sleeves.

Zhou Ya sat on the steps without moving.

He stared at the back of Xu Qingran's neck for a while, and there was still the lingering beating sound in his ears.

The boy's hair, wrist, and waistline are as vivid as a phantom.

Xu Qingran was irritable, because when everyone was cheering and jumping for joy, there was a person under him who was particularly disappointed and pushed him to get him up.

Zhou Ya stood up, and Xu Qingran's surroundings were submerged.

The dragon and lion shook Xu Qingran wildly, Zhou Ya was distracted with a smile, and Xu Qingran found out.

I worked so hard to let you integrate into my life, the ball was near the goal, and you kicked it away.

It's not rare to pull it down.

Xu Qingran is a bit willful at times, he wants to know Zhou Ya, and wants him to keep his mind on it first, and then slowly understand.

What Zhou Ya said was an understatement, but there are a few high school students who can truly live without their parents. When Zhou Ya is found, it will not be difficult to catch him back to his original track.

He wasn't afraid that he wouldn't meet Zhou Yai in the future, but he was afraid that Zhou Yai would let things go as he said.

I was also afraid that when he faced Zhou Ya, he would lose his enthusiasm.

Zhou Ya only guessed half of Xu Qingran's thoughts.

The young man lowered his head, suddenly leaned on the steps, got up and jumped out of the auditorium.

The inspection starts at the long jump inspection office.

Old Wu brought a camera from home, and Class [-] students carried the camera around today.

Xu Qingran caught up with Liu Chengyuan, hooked him on the back, and gradually walked to the side of the sand pool.

A young man with a particularly arrogant aura.

Zhou Yaxin said that he is not small, and his husband is gone.

At the gate of No.[-] High School.

A large group of people registered their names at the gate security.

Some had balls in their hands, others had rackets.

"Old Qu, which class is the boss in?" A boy approached Qu Chen.

After Qu Chen sent the message, he kicked over: "What's the big deal?"

The boy said: "... Which class is the former chairman in?"

"I don't know, let me ask." Qu Chen typed a few more words, "He said Class Nine."

The boy blinked and asked: "Oh, the boss's son is also in class nine?"

"I told you not to call me..." Qu Chen clicked, and said, "Don't call me Mazi, that's your sister-in-law."

"what……?"

The security guard put away the pen, opened the door to let people go, and warned: "Go in and compete, don't cause trouble."

"Ok!"

The teacher in charge of the same company came late: "Of course the children in our No. [-] Middle School will not cause trouble."

Security experienced many battles and said neither humble nor overbearing: "I hope so."

Qu Chen: "Put your chin away, Zhou Ya is not a god, what's wrong with touching the heart? Have you ever heard of the beauty pass when a hero is sad?"

"That's not what I meant." The boy slammed the ball on the ground, "I fucking thought I already had a sister-in-law."

"What do you mean?"

The boy was also shocked: "You don't know? Boss seriously liked sister-in-law... oh ex-sister-in-law!"

I know shit.

I'm just a grandson, I don't deserve to know anything.

Qu Chen thinks that either this person is crazy or he is crazy, unexpectedly thinking that Zhou Ya has a past.

Qu Chen took a few steps forward, and suddenly flipped through the chat history to the day when Zhou Ya withdrew.

If I remember correctly, Zhou Ya said that his friend had been married for five years...

Qu Chen: "No, when did your boss tell you?"

"In the third year of junior high school, when the senior high school entrance examination was about to take place. The boss didn't tell me, he told us. He also said that my sister-in-law's grades are very good and she should be admitted to the third middle school... You also know how few of us are admitted to the third middle school. "

The third middle school has a junior high school that goes straight to the middle school, and this boy signed the contract at the time, and was lucky to go straight to the middle school.

That's less than five years.

Still in No.[-] Middle School?

Under his nose?

Qu Chen felt that his whole body was shocked: "..."

Zhou Ya was waiting for them beside the basketball court.

"Master, I think I need to talk to you about that friend of yours." Qu Chen grabbed him dazedly, "And that one from the third middle school, please explain clearly, how many things have you done behind my back?"

Zhou Ya: "...What are you crazy about?"

Qu Chen: "Wait, this dress doesn't look like yours either."

"I'm at the same table." After Zhou Ya finished speaking, Qu Chen always felt that the tone was complicated and emotional, a little helpless, mixed with inconspicuous showing off.

At the same time in No. [-] Middle School and No. [-] Middle School, there are friendly exchange competitions in all grades.

Everyone in the Third Middle School looked at the former chairman with complicated emotions.

There are different opinions on the forum. Some people say that Zhou Ya can't afford the love of the third middle school, and he owes too much emotional debt, so he feels like leaving.

After all, the students recognized that the school was the deadliest school, and there were many people who were dissatisfied with his actions.

Except for Qu Chen and others who were most familiar with Zhou Yai, everyone else was a little embarrassed.

There is also a basketball team here.

Almost got into a fight with the group of people from the Seventh Middle School.

The basketball team was very noisy. When Qu Chen and Zhou Yai were talking, they either deliberately slapped the ball or whistled.

After the captain was asked to leave last time, a new one was replaced.

The new one looks ordinary, tall and strong, with a tattoo on his arm.

"Captain." Someone called him from behind, "Is this game still going to be played? Are we waiting for their ink marks here?"

The captain sneered: "Wait, what is there to talk about with the traitor?"

However, as soon as the basketball team turned around, Qu Chen smiled and said, "I approve the basketball team's annual activity funds. Is there a problem?"

Everyone on the basketball team: "..." The lifeblood was pinched.

Zhou Yai smiled: "Chairman Qu is very imposing."

Qu Chen lowered his voice: "I learned the cheap tricks from you."

Hitting a snake and hitting seven inches probably means this, but Qu Chen forgot that rabbits will bite people when they are in a hurry.

It was fine if he was outside the school before, but now in No. [-] Middle School, the captain felt that Qu Chen's behavior was very disrespectful.

So Zhou Ya took two steps back, and suddenly a basketball fell on his head.

The arm pulled him back with force, the ball hit the ground and bounced, a young man slapped it back to drag the balloon, and threw it behind him, all in one go.

Xu Qingran is here.

If it had been different, Zhou Ya might have patted him on the shoulder and said jokingly, "The little brother, the hero, came to save the beauty just in time."

But now Zhou Ya was just a little surprised, and didn't ask any questions.

Xu Qingran patted a ball and made a nearby throw.

in a human basket.

No one in Sanzhong didn't know him.

Xu Qingran stood firm, the short sleeves obviously matched Zhou Ya's coat.

"What are you doing, the person who bullied us as soon as he came?"