speed and love

Shen Zhou thought all night last night, how did that person do such a nonsense technique when crossing a curve at a speed of [-] yards.

At that time, he didn't have time to see the movement clearly, but now the more he thinks about it, the more curious he becomes, and he wants to ask Qi Shan about it.

Coincidentally, I saw it. When he went downstairs, he hadn't gone far.

Shen Zhou put his shoulder on his shoulder and said hello: "Hi, Qi Shan."

When the person turned his head, his eyebrows were like mice.

It's not at all like the young brother who was full of vigor yesterday.

It's a big embarrassment, a big embarrassment.

Shen Zhou immediately apologized, and then turned around: "Sorry, I recognized the wrong person."

Turning around, Shen Zhou felt that he was quite an idiot just now. He knew all those who rode motorcycles well in their school, and he had never heard of one called Qi Shan.

It is estimated that this little brother should not be from their school, maybe he has stopped going to school a long time ago.

After all, these high school students in their school don't have time to work part-time to deliver food.

After failing to recognize the person, Shen Zhou checked his pockets and prepared to go upstairs, when the cell phone rang in his pocket suddenly.He took it out and saw that it was a call from his uncle.

Come to Xingshi to inquire about the crime so soon?Great for this uncle.

Shen Zhou glanced at the call notification, and hung up without saying a word.

Their classroom is in front of the teacher's office, probably to prevent students from skipping classes, and the back door of the class is closed all day long.

There was really no way around the office, so Shen Zhou subconsciously glanced at the head teacher to see if he was there from the corner of his eye.

As a result, as soon as he reached the door of the head teacher's office, he was stopped.

"Shen Zhou, your uncle said that you carry your mobile phone in class, so let me keep it for you temporarily." The head teacher looked at him, knocked on the table, and stretched out his hand in front of him.

Hold.

Shen Zhou touched his pocket, and looked at the sky indifferently.

"I didn't bring it."

"Bring it." The class teacher's posture remained unchanged, and he looked at him persistently.

"Okay." Although Shen Zhou was not reconciled, he still nodded and threw the phone over, "Remember to charge it."

The class teacher caught it steadily: "Don't worry."

As soon as Shen Zhou lifted his foot, he was stopped by the head teacher again.

"Shen Zhou, come here. The teacher has something to talk to you about." The head teacher pulled the bench in front of him and looked at him sincerely.

Shen Zhou stood at the door of the office with his pockets on, raised his eyelids and glanced at him, but didn't intend to sit down: "Teacher, we two have nothing in common, I think we should stop talking."

The class teacher is a young man who has just graduated from university and has just started working.

No one in the class was afraid of him, and he couldn't speak well at all.

"I've always wanted to tell you something, and you're about to transfer classes. If you don't say it, you won't have a chance." The head teacher's expression was very sincere, which made Shen Zhou soften.

"Sure, tell me. I'll listen." What Shen Zhou couldn't avoid most was people looking at him with shining eyes, and he got goosebumps every minute.

He hooked the bench in front of him with his foot, and sat down facing the person.

"This time, you ranked last in our class for the arts and science sub-subject examination." The head teacher took a report card from the drawer and said, "The total score is less than 200."

Shen Zhou didn't say a word, staring at the legs of the table in a daze.

He has had an ability since he was a child, that is, he can automatically block all the words he doesn't want to hear.

"Shen Zhou, can the teacher ask you why you fell so suddenly?" Seeing that he was silent, the head teacher asked, pushing the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Fallen?

Shen Zhou chuckled lightly: "I was always like this."

"I heard from your junior high school teacher that your grades were pretty good before."

The homeroom teacher made a special investigation, and although Shen Zhou's previous grades were not among the best, they were still much better than now.

"Where did you hear that?" Shen Zhou touched the cigarette in his pocket subconsciously, and after realizing that it was in the head teacher's office, he patted his trouser pocket twice, reminding himself, boy, you have to calm down.

"Your uncle also said..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Zhou stood up suddenly, pulled out his chair and said, "Copied."

Hearing his voice suddenly turn cold, the teacher in charge was a little taken aback.

"I don't know anything at all. I used to copy other people's exams." Shen Zhou walked out of the office with his back turned to him, and said in a deep voice, "Teacher, thank you for your concern. But I don't think I will be in our class anymore, you You should pay more attention to other students."

After speaking, Shen Zhou didn't go back to work at all, turned around and went downstairs directly.

The mobile phone was confiscated, and class was a torment for him, so he didn't plan to stay in class anymore.

"Then where are you going now? The bell will ring soon."

The class teacher shouted behind him.

"Go to the Internet bar and wait." Shen Zhou lowered his head to look at the stairs, jumping down step by step, "Please tell my uncle so that he can rest assured."

His uncle had worked so hard, why did he send the homeroom teacher to follow him? Just put a surveillance camera on him, 360 degrees without dead ends, and monitor his studies around the clock.

Learn, learn, learn, learn the fucking bad habits.

Shen Zhou frowned irritably, and turned out from the back door of the school.

Originally, he had to take music lessons every day, but last month the music teacher had been pissed off by him.

The uncle who looked at the back door asked him why he went out, and Shen Zhou said without thinking, "It's something."

"Have you asked for leave? Do you have a leave card and a leave slip? Has the head teacher signed it?" The uncle looked at him seriously.

This person is not a good student at first glance, he was dressed in a school uniform that was quite well-behaved.It’s fine if the zipper isn’t zipped properly, and it’s still slanted over the shoulders. A motorcycle is drawn on the back, which is painted messily.

"Our teacher told me to come out first, and I'll give you the leave later." Shen Zhou shook his school uniform twice, "Why don't you write down my name first, uncle, my name is Fang Xian, and I'm in Class 29, Grade [-]."

"Okay, give me the leave note tomorrow. It's not an example." The uncle frowned and gave him another look.

"I love you." Shen Zhou couldn't hold back his laughter, and after walking out, he went to the small supermarket to buy a bottle of water and threw it to the uncle.

Then he went to the Internet cafe to play games all morning, and after school was over, he went home with the team.

He didn't know why he went home at all. There was no one in the house, and he felt empty even when he lay down.

Usually at this point, he would either eat in the cafeteria with Zhuang Lin and Fang Xian, then go to the playground to play basketball, or stay in the Internet cafe.

Anyway, he didn't want to go back home.

It took about twenty minutes to walk from school to home.

Shen Zhou opened the door, and saw the car that was smashed to pieces yesterday parked in the yard.

"I'm a big baby." Shen Zhou almost died of heartache yesterday, but seeing it now, he felt dead again.

He stepped forward and pushed it up, and the smell of his son's paste still persisted.

I had a bit of a burnt tire yesterday, probably because the engine burned out.

Recalling that Zhuang Lin told him that there was a car repairer in Mao's ears alley, Shen Zhou pushed the car and went to that small alley.

The alley was quite far from his home, and he was already sweating from the exhaustion of pushing such a big cart.

There is a rather dilapidated small shop at the entrance of Maoer Alley. There is an iron yellow sign at the door, with a few words sprayed with paint: "Professional motorcycle repair, tire repair, retail parts, milk delivery."

Shen Zhou tilted his head and watched for a long time, but he couldn't see what the last "milk delivery" had to do with this shop.

The door of this small shop was half open, and there were several old tires piled up in front of it.

The tire was so punctured that Shen Zhou doubted his life, he wanted to leave while holding the handlebar.

Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly heard the neighbor across the street yelling: "Dashan, I'm here for business. Come out quickly."

Mountain?

A word popped out of his mind immediately, descendants of Dashan, love the sun.

This voice is very heroic, and it is also mixed with a Northeast accent.

Before Shen Zhou had time to turn his head, he saw a person coming out of the room.

The man who came out obviously didn't fit Dashan's honest and honest image. He had a cigarette in his mouth and a headset hanging around his neck. Vigorous, belongs to the kind of badboy who can fascinate little girls.

Shen Zhou tilted his head and smiled.

"Mountain?"

Qi Shan pinched his cigarette and nodded: "You didn't break your leg yesterday, little fat friend?"

"No." Shen Zhou pushed the car in front of him, "Our little fat friend is very strong."

Qi Shan glanced at the rear of the car, turned around and brought out a tool box.

Then Shen Zhou's attention was attracted by the hairstyle on the back of his head. The green skin was next to his head, and the back of his head was full of gaps, pitted, like a dog chewing on it.

I don't know if he offended the barber, so he cut his hair like this, it can only be said that it is quite special.

This special hairstyle formed a contrast with him. Qi Shan skillfully opened the toolbox, took a rag, and wiped off the dust on the back.He frowned and took a look.

Shen Zhou stood aside and looked with his hands behind his back, only to see a gully between Qi Shan's brows, especially when he carefully inspected the motorcycle.

"What's wrong?"

He couldn't help asking.

"The spark plug is loose." Qi Shan stood up and bit off the leather gloves he was wearing just now.

The way he took off his gloves was a bit wild, making Shen Zhou frown.

"What?" Qi Shan threw the gloves into the toolbox, "What's your opinion?"

"No... isn't it dirty?" Shen Zhou pointed to the ground.

"That's it." Qi Shan took a look at him, a clean school uniform jacket, an expensive sweater, and brand-name sneakers. He couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "How can I repair the car if it's dirty?"

"Then please ignore me."

Shen Zhou made a gesture to continue, turned around and sat down on a recliner.

Qi Shan seemed to understand quite a bit, he took out a bunch of tools and tapped, and there were many styles.

After about half an hour, he tightened the screw with a wrench. With a bang, he knocked on the car body, blew a whistle, and threw it up and down. The wrench fell off and he was able to catch it again.

Shen Zhou clapped his hands beside him: "Woooooo, cool."

Qi Shan took a tissue to wipe the motor oil on his hands, glanced at him and said, "Give me the money."

Shen Zhou took out his pocket, and it took a long time before he said, "Brother, can you pay for Alipay?"

"Yes." Qi Shan took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned on the Internet and looked at him, "You scan me?"

"Damn." Shen Zhou just remembered that his mobile phone was confiscated, "Dude, can I owe you first?"

"Sure. Which class do you belong to?" Qi Shan glanced at his school uniform, "I'm also from No. [-] Middle School."

"Second year in high school..." Shen Zhou's second class had just spoken halfway before taking it back, "I'm in class one, sophomore year."

Qi Shan glanced at him: "Coincidentally, me too."