Shhh, it's a secret...

Early in the morning, I was woken up by Shen Xinhe.

I sat up in a daze and looked at him who was in a hurry: "Why panic, isn't it just a class?! You, Shen Xinhe, have even fought and fought, why are you afraid of being absent from class?"

Shen Xinhe glanced at me: "Qiao Warrior, today is the experimental class of the dung beetle."

I was suffocated, and quickly climbed down, picked up the materials and ran away without washing my face or brushing my teeth.

Dung beetle, formerly known as Shi Ke, our chemistry experiment teacher, is hated by people because he is too mean and demerits every day. People on campus call him dung beetle.

It is said that one class of graduates directly failed half of the class after the final exam, making them unable to obtain a graduation certificate.

However, he was not much better off. He was beaten in a sack every day, especially during the exam week. Basically, he gave lectures every day with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

But there is still no improvement. After being beaten, there is a threat. After the threat, more people fail. The more people who fail, the more times they are beaten. The more times they are beaten, the more people fail. Both sides Who refuses to accept anyone, and finally becomes a vicious circle.

Until now, every day, I go to class and do homework honestly and honestly, and then when night falls, I take a few people with sacks and beat them to death.

Shen Xinhe and I stepped into the classroom at the last sound of the class bell, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when we got back to our seats. Fortunately, we didn't die.

The dung beetle looked around and said, "It's just the beginning of school. I didn't expect all the students to be punctual! Especially some students, those who are punctual can't be more punctual!"

I pretended not to understand, and conducted experiments in a proper manner, ignoring his words.

If it wasn't for failing the exam, do you think I would like to come, my lord? !

But not everyone is as good-tempered as I am, and what he says goes in one ear and out the other, and at most they just scold him orally.

Looking to the side, no accident, Shen Xinhe and his brothers were discussing how to beat him today.

Looking at the ignorant dung beetle, I thought, what a pity.

However, it is true that the old saying, poor people must have something to hate!

Is the dung beetle pitiful?

Of course, it's extremely pitiful to be beaten up by students who work hard every day!

Is it hateful?

That's necessary, let's not talk about being mean, is it easy for someone to study in college for four years? !How good is he, with a click of the mouse, can half of the students fail to be hated? !

After the experimental class, he handed in his homework under the cold snort of the dung beetle, and then left.

After the dung beetle left, all the boys in the class tacitly stayed in the classroom, discussing how to give him a huge "surprise" at the beginning of this sunny day.

I left alone without getting involved.

I have always had a bad temper. If someone dared to talk to me in such a weird way before, they would have raised their fists without saying a word, but now, after I have no support, I have learned to be patient.

What's more, if I don't do it, someone else will do it, so why go to the muddy water by myself?

There is only one day of class today, and when we leave the classroom, the weather is sunny and the breeze is not too dry.

I was not in a hurry to go back to the dormitory, so I sat alone on the bench next to the basketball court, watching the summer wind passing through the willow trees, and the soft willow branches rippling into an intoxicating scenery.

At present, the weather in September in the south is still hot and dry, but there are still many students playing basketball against the rising sun, and there are circles of girls around the edge of the court, screaming loudly.

In a trance, it seems that I have returned to my high school days.

High school is always a time of turmoil. Even in the political, economic, and cultural center of the capital, the high school curriculum is relatively tight, and students still have very little time for entertainment.

There was a basketball game in the second year of high school, also in September.

However, different from the south, September in the capital is already slightly cool, and there is no sense of heat.

But even the cool weather can't stop the enthusiasm of the students.

We tirelessly used our limited spare time to plan the venue, make pennants, and organize personnel. The attitude is that we must be the first before we are willing to give up.

But that was not a difficult task, because Yin You was there.

It seemed that at that time, as long as Yin You was around, I felt extremely at ease, no matter what kind of difficult things were, they were all within my reach.

On the basketball court, he was sweating profusely, and his white jersey flew up as he jumped. His slender figure drove the vitality of the entire court and gathered all the eyes. His sexy collarbone and smooth and beautiful arm muscle lines made him look more elegant on weekdays. The girls were not reserved at all, and the screams seemed to blow off the roof of the stadium.

I sat in the audience and watched him lead the victory, and I didn't care about those crazy girls in my heart.

No matter how much they like Yin You, no matter how awesome Yin You is, he is mine after all, and he will just lie obediently under me and let me ravage him.

I was satisfied in high school, thinking that if I had him, I would have the world.

At that time, I would never have thought that no matter how strong a person is, he has something to be afraid of. His only weakness is me, pushing him into the abyss step by step, and destroying himself step by step.

"Senior Joe!"

Following the sound, a young girl with ponytails and full of vigor ran towards me.

I frowned, I'm sure, I don't know her: "You are?"

"I'm Bai Yilan from the School of Psychology at level 16, the direct junior sister of the senior!"

I saw that she was still standing, and I was sitting like a big man, and I felt unspeakably awkward, so I pointed to the side: "Do you want to sit?"

She smiled at me and nodded flattered: "Yeah!"

"Senior Qiao, I've heard about you since I came to our academy. It's really the same as the rumors. However, they said that you don't like to come out. Why do you want to watch the game today?"

How did I know there was a game today, it was just a coincidence, but the chat can't be like this: "I'm bored, come out to get some air."

After chatting for a while, Bai Yilan's face slowly turned red. Suddenly, she stood up abruptly, closed her eyes and shouted loudly: "Senior Qiao, I, I like you!"

I looked at the curious gazes from around me, swallowed silently, and still refused: "Bai Xuemei, I'm sorry, I have a lover."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the sighs and left.

Behind him came a girl's unconvinced voice: "Senior Qiao, I won't give up!"

I didn't look back, and my steps didn't stop.

They only like someone from the outside, if it takes a long time, they will definitely not be able to bear my temper and slam the door away.

In this world, if there is anyone who will stay with me without complaint or regret, it is only him.

Even my mother, who gave birth to me and raised me, sometimes gets angry and ignores me.

Until he grows up, only he can't.

But at the end of his sophomore year, he still left.

And, I do have a lover.

On Christmas Eve in the first year of high school, there was heavy snowfall, and the weather of splashing water into ice couldn't stop people's joy. There was heavy snow outside the window, and the atmosphere in the house was high. I looked at the lively group of people, and I found an excuse, picked up the down jacket and slipped out.

The moment I opened the door, I saw him.

He stood under the street lamp, and the lonely light shone on his thin body.

Seeing me coming, he handed me the bag in his hand, put his scarf on me silently, and said, "It's cold, go back quickly."

His fingertips accidentally touched my skin, and the cold temperature made me dodge subconsciously. When he saw my dodging movement, he froze instantly.

For a long time, he said: "Little Qiao, go back, it's cold."

The snowflakes fell, and in an instant, I seemed to see the brokenness in his eyes.

He has always been like this, no matter how much he has been hurt, he never blames me aloud.

I walked towards the door, listening to the laughter coming from the room, and unconsciously, I stopped.

Looking back, he was still standing upright under the lamp, even though the cold wind ravaged him, standing proudly like a green pine in the snow.

Under the delicate face, the persistence in a pair of pure black eyes made my heart tremble.

The winter wind is bitter, I opened my arms in the snowy season, stared at his astonished pupils and said.

"Youyou, do you want to give me a hug?"

That was the first time I hugged him without any desire.

I held his cold body in my arms, stroked his wet black hair, and said, "Youyou, have you been waiting for me for a long time?"

He shook his head and buried himself deeper in my arms.

He's actually a little taller than me, and it's undoubtedly difficult to do this kind of movement, but he always bends slightly so that I can do whatever I want.

I sighed, looked at the moon hanging in the night sky, and said, "Youyou, Christmas is here, and I haven't prepared any Christmas presents for you."

"You said, I'll give you me as your boyfriend, okay?"