Back to the year when my husband was the worst

The men's 1000-meter gold and silver medals in the third year of senior high school were all in class nine of the third year of high school. The person involved was too crazy and left indelible trauma to the competitors in the same group.

Fortunately, Class Nine was very shameless. Long Shi and Lu Chen rushed from the front of the third-year viewing platform: "First first, second second! Class Nine is awesome! Class Nine must win!"

Old Wu was hinted by the eyes of the class teacher next door: "Old Wu, don't your class keep a low profile?"

Old Wu put his hands behind his back, like a loving father: "The children in our class are a bit outstanding."

The class teacher next door: "..."

Xu Qingran changed his clothes, dug out two candies, glanced at the students from Class Nine who rushed over, turned around and ran away.

A person has just run a 1000 meters and is still full of energy.

Class Nine: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Xu Qingran: "Don't come here."

He just wondered why he was called him instead of Zhou Yai, when his arm was pulled over.

Xu Qingran: "Let go, sweat all over!"

Zhou Ya let go a little and pulled his sleeve instead: "I'll take you to wash your face."

Red ropes are pulled everywhere in the school, and some places require a pass to go to, so it is very troublesome to go to the toilet.Zhou Jair took him to the back of the canteen—the kitchen of the canteen is close to this side, and there are many faucets and pipes outside.

Xu Qingran turned on the faucet: "You are very smart."

Everyone running on the playground in summer is sweating, and others want to splash water to refresh themselves after chasing here.

Zhou Yaai replied to Xu Qingran with a word of "acceptance", and he stood beside Xu Qingran and turned on the faucet. This faucet was connected to the water pipe, and the water came out slowly: "Should I take off the pipe first?"

Xu Qingran said: "Then you will definitely not splash yourself."

"..."

Zhou Ya sighed and turned the faucet to the maximum.

Lu Chen chased here, did not stop the car, and bumped into Zhou Yai: "Brother Yai!"

"Hey……"

"Wait, shit, Brother Ran!"

"water pipe!"

"foot!"

Xu Qingran threw a handful of water on his face, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw his brother Yai stepping on the water pipe, the soft glue pipe was tilted up, and a wide column of water rushed towards his face: "..."

Don't talk about washing your face, just take a shower.

Water dripped from Xu Qingran's hair: "... Zhou Ya."

Zhou Ya withdrew his feet silently: "Do you feel a little cooler?"

To cool off, Xu Qingran combed her hair back and sneered: "Come here, cool off for you too."

The two big guys rolled together again, the faucet was turned on, and the water pipes were flying all over the sky.

Long and Lion backed away quickly: "Well... I haven't done my exercise yet, so I'm going back first!"

Lu Chen: "Wait, I'll help you stretch your legs!"

Liu Chengyuan: "Then I'll record it!"

Chihuahua: "I, I, I, I will cheer you on!"

When the broadcast read the names of Zhou Ya and Xu Qingran, it was the medals that Long Shi and Lu Chen had taken in the past.

Near the end of the sports meeting, Zhou Ya came over to pick up the books left on the shelf, and went to find Qu Chen by the way.

He had clearly taken a bath and was refreshed. Among the stinking men on the basketball court, he was like a walking soap.

When the spitting incident came out, the basketball captain had to be changed when he went back to No. [-] Middle School.

Qu Chen: "Are you taking a bath in the afternoon?"

Playing with water pipes is so stupid, Zhou Ya singled out the source: "I'm sweating."

Knowing that he ran 1000 meters, Qu Chen nodded and said, "It's a honor for our No. [-] Middle School. It's a face...Where's the one who spit?"

Zhou Ya: "He's taking a bath."

Qu Chen: "Huh?"

He stayed for a while, then asked cautiously, "How do you know?"

"..." Zhou Ya thought for a while and said, "I watched him go in."

Qu Chen: "..."

There is a viewing platform on each floor of the dormitory building, and you can actually see the basketball court.

Xu Qingran stretched out his arms from the railing, stretched his fingers to make a rectangle, framed the scenery, then closed one eye, and saw the row of people below the basketball class.

The school uniform of No. [-] Middle School is easy to identify.

During the two days of the school sports meeting, on the second day, the number of people who brought test questions and homework down the stairs doubled.

Xu Qingran ran out of draft paper, raised his pen and tapped Zhou Ya in front: "Is there any paper left?"

Zhou Ya was counting the finale, he picked up the notebook and did not turn back.

Xu Qingran was almost kicked in the face, and he kicked over - when he was writing questions, he did a lot of small tricks. He used to kick dragon and lion chairs in the classroom, but now he was sitting on the steps, and he could only kick Zhou Ya's back.

Zhou Ya endured it a few times, and grabbed Xu Qingran's ankle with his left hand.

This person's body temperature seemed to always be a little lower than that of ordinary people, and when his cool fingers touched it, Xu Qing was agitated.

"Let go." Xu Qingran said, seeing that Zhou Ya didn't respond, his tone was a bit serious, "Let me go."

Zhou Ya stopped writing, held the pen between his fingers, snorted, and took off the "dragon boots" for the emperor, and put them on the next step.

Xu Qing stomped on his back with his limited-edition soccer socks on: "Are you fucking itchy or is it itchy?"

Zhou Ya didn't care about him, but the sheep in the front row saw an extra shoe next to him, and threw it out reflexively: "..."

The shoe drew an arc in the air and hit the head teacher on the back.

The homeroom teacher spit out old blood and was greatly frightened: "Which bastard!"

The sheep turned their heads in horror.

"..." Zhou Yai couldn't write any more.

Xu Qingran put both feet on Zhou Ya's back, and smiled profusely: "You just wait for me."

Zhou Ya: "...my fault."

Fortunately, Lao Wu was in a good mood these two days, so he just came over with his shoes and scolded a few bastards: "No matter how happy you are, you can't throw objects in the sky!"

Zhou Ya suppressed a smile, and the written words trembled into wavy lines.

Xu Qingran put on his baby shoes, and when Old Wu left, he pinched Zhou Ya's neck and shook him violently back and forth.

As school was approaching, and the school sports meeting was coming to an end, Lao Wu took a group photo of a student for Class Nine. In the first photo, everyone was sitting on the steps in an orderly manner. Stopped, bent down and burst out laughing, after laughing, whoever saw Dongdong clang coming over, whistled: "Teacher!"

This sound sounded like a signal, and Dong Dong Qiang ran away, and a group of boys rushed down from the stands of several classes, rushing towards Dong Dong Qiang in all directions: "Teacher! Teacher, don't go! Hurry up! Ah Ta !"

At such a critical moment, Zhou Yai surrounded him in a very biased direction, the more he ran, the fewer "accomplices" around him, Dong Dong Qiang was surrounded in front of him, and seeing Dong Dong Qiang being lifted up to grind the pillar, Zhou Yai directly dragged Xu Qingran Run back to the stands.

Xu Qingran: "Why?"

Zhou Yai said, "Guess who they will torture next?"

Xu Qingran fell silent.

After taking the papers, the two quickly ran away, waiting for the others to react. At this time, there are many people and strength. At this time, when the emperor can grind the emperor, the emperor has disappeared.

After the sports meeting ended, there were fewer and fewer people on the playground, and the boys who searched the ground for someone inexplicably felt a chill behind them.

Longshi: "Hey, has the temperature dropped?"

"No."

Sheep hugged her homework: "Forget it, Brother Ran, I really dare not accompany you guys, aren't you afraid that Brother Ran will settle accounts after the autumn..."

Long Shi hates iron but steel: "Now Brother Ran is molesting others. There are so many people, and the law does not blame everyone. Look, no one in our class has been punished except Brother Ran. A class must be neat and tidy."

Sheep: "...and Brother Jair."

The group of nine people in this circle fell silent for a while. Although Zhou Ya was very easy to get along with, everyone was still shocked by his high-altitude flower temperament from time to time.

Long and Lion struggled for two seconds: "This... If you have the opportunity, of course you have to integrate into the collective..."

There is a strong typhoon in the viewing area of ​​the dormitory building.

Xu Qingran looked at the playground and sneered: "Longshi, conspiring with the class next door, I saw... and Lu Chen."

Zhou Ya suppressed a smile: "What else?"

"Liu Chengyuan! You even encouraged Maoquan and Yangyang!"

Zhou Yai said, "A minister is rebellious. How does the emperor plan to deal with it?"

Xu Qingran: "Shoot to kill."

He was in a trance after speaking.

It seems that every school sports meeting ends in such a dramatic way. Every time, every time, the same thing is passed on from one session to the next.I have experienced it once in the previous life, and I will do it again in this life, it seems that it is different everywhere.

For example, the broadcaster said in the last life: "Let us look forward to the next wonderful performance."

This life said: "Let us remember the sports spirit of senior seniors and sisters."

And Zhou Ya.

Xu Qingran turned his head sideways, while Zhou Ya looked down at the takeaway interface on his mobile phone.

"What do you want to eat?" Zhou Yai sat on the ground at his feet, with a wind-blown hairstyle: "But there are no crayfish today, and the merchant blocked me, and he said not to make slightly spicy food."

"...You blocked him too."

"There really is no such thing!" The next day, Longshi hid behind the podium and raised three fingers: "Your Majesty! I can learn from my heart for you, and it is absolutely impossible to do such a thing!"

Xu Qingran said: "I saw it."

"Did you see it? No wonder he ran so fast..." Long Shi said, "No, I mean, it was Lu Chen's instigation! I wanted to go and see the opportunity to escort."

"No! Long and Lion is the mastermind!" Lu Chen kicked him from the other side of the podium, "I was just thinking carefully, and Long and Lion took...actual actions!"

There are more than 30 boys in this class, squatting behind the podium and they can't squeeze in. Although they are very flustered, they still want to laugh.

It didn't stop until the teacher came in, and swarmed back to their seats. The dragon and lion chairs were far away, and two people could fit between the front table and their seats.

"Tyrant." Zhou Yai cast a lottery and asked, "I have made meritorious escorts. Is there any reward?"

While tidying up the test papers, Xu Qingran said, "What reward do you want?"

During the school sports meeting, there was a lot of homework, plus some additional questions, which added up to be very thick. Xu Qingran wrote chaotically, and the various subjects were mixed together.

He sorted out and saw an unfamiliar cowhide-colored cover, and pulled it out.

Zhou Ya said, "Can you agree?"

Xu Qingran: "See what it is."

Zhou Ya: "Okay, let me think about it..."

Xu Qingran flipped through the cowhide notebook and remembered that it was the draft paper thrown to him by Zhou Ya. He used more than ten pages, and there were only two clean ones left.

Xu Qingran felt guilty.

His font is arrogant and uninhibited. It is the kind of drafting that wastes paper in the legend. When distracted, a symbol takes up half a sheet of paper, and Zhou Ya is very "frugal". The question number, the first solution and the second solution , sloppy but clear logic, many people come to ask questions, just borrow his draft.

This is not just a subject, there are various subjects including dictation, and I usually jot down a line or two of words and words.

He wrote so much and only used three-quarters of it, and he scrapped the rest of the paper in one paper.

Xu Qingran wanted to turn forward.

Zhou Ya stretched out his hand and snatched the notebook back: "Think about it."

"what?"

"I have never confiscated love letters since I grew up." Zhou Yai leaned closer to him and smiled, "How about the emperor write me a love letter?"