Zimo of Our Boyhood

"Sure enough, Xiao Song is Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death, and now he is alive and kicking."

"He's very good like this." Wu Tong and I walked towards the classroom while chatting with each other.As soon as I arrived in the class, I saw the protagonist of the topic just now sneaking around on Wu Tong's seat with two big bags of things.

"Ah, Ban Xiaosong, what are you doing in my seat?"

"Wu Tong, this is me, I'm bringing you snacks."

"Wow, Xiaosong, you prepared snacks for Wu Tong, don't forget my share."

"Hehe, Zimo, you have it too, you have it too."

"Hey! There are snacks!" Joule, who heard the food rushing towards him, snatched the snack bag from Ban Xiaosong's hand.During the snatching process, two letters flew out from Ban Xiaosong's hand, and Wu Tong and I picked up one and read it.Curse letter?Is it still popular to play this year?

"Don't, don't, don't." Ban Xiaosong wanted to stop us from reading the letter, but it was too late.

"Oh, Ban Xiaosong, so you wanted to send a curse letter to Wu Tongsai." Joule said.

"Didn't I see him as bold?"

"Ban Xiaosong!! You actually want to send me a curse letter!"

"Wu Tong, Wu Tong, didn't I let you go, and I didn't let you alone, Zimo, I also prepared." Ban Xiaosong who won't die if he doesn't die.

"Xiao Song, it turns out that what you said just now that I have something doesn't mean that I have my part in the snacks, but that I have my part in the curse letter?"

"No, no, I've prepared snacks too." It turned out to be my portion, so I was impolite, and went straight to grab a bag of snacks from Joule.

"Ban Xiaosong, you still believe in such things."

"Yes, this kind of thing is obviously deceiving."

"Yeah, yeah, I don't know whose prank it is." Li Zi, who passed by and heard it, also started to join our topic.

"As far as I know, there are rumors of curse letters in the class. Not only the students, but also Teacher An, the teacher, has received a lot of curse letters." Joule said.

"Then your dad must have received a lot."

Everyone started joking with each other.However, this matter did not stop at the curse letter.When I went back to school the next morning, I found a red skull painted on my desktop.

"Ah! The level of this painting is about the same as mine, can't you be more careful!" I poked the skull with my finger and complained.

"Su Zimo, is this the focus of attention!"

"Zimo, is your table also painted?" Ban Xiaosong asked

"Well, many people in the class were painted?"

"Yeah, many students came back in the morning and found that their desks were painted, and they didn't know who it was."

"Let me think about whether a wave has offended any hero recently!"

"Wipe the table and think about it." After Wu Tong finished speaking, he threw a wet rag onto my table, then sat back to his seat and took out his earphones to listen to music.

"Oh, Wu Tong, when did you get it?"

"When you think about life."

"Oh……"

"Zimo, let me fetch some water for you." Little Sun and Ban Xiaosong

"Ha~ Xiaosong loves you so much"

"Ah! I also helped you with a rag!" Wu Tong said inexplicably.

"Which one of us said thank you, didn't we meet each other~~ right?"

"Hmph!"... Uncle Wu can't afford to offend me, so let's clean my table silently.

"What's the matter, Xiao Song, look at your happy face." Are you stupid?

"Zimo Zimo, let me tell you, just now Teacher Tao asked me to reorganize the baseball team as long as we solve the matter of the curse letter." Ban Xiaosong was so excited beyond words.

"Teacher Tao couldn't have lied to you!" Wu Tong, who had been deceived, expressed his disbelief!

"Really, Teacher Tao said that he talked to Director An, and as long as we solve the curse letter, we will reorganize the baseball team."

"Then how do we solve it?"

"How about we count who has not received the curse letter." Ban Xiaosong

"No, maybe the prankster will even get one for himself, pretending to receive it himself." Wu Tong

"Then there is nothing we can do." Ban Xiaosong was somewhat discouraged.

"How about... let's go to Yin Ke, he is the best at analyzing these things." I suggested.

"That's right, Wu Tong Zimo hurry up, let's go find Yin Ke."

"Zimo, do you remember how that skull on your desk made you feel this morning?" Yin Ke

"It's pretty badly drawn."

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"Ahem, it's not about this, but how does it feel when you touch it?"

"Let me think about it, it's hard."

"Well, we went back to school in the morning and found that the patterns drawn on the table were all dry, so the pranksters could only be..."

"I drew it the night before!!" Ban Xiaosong couldn't wait to tell

"That's right."

"Then as long as we wait for him to appear at school at night." Wu Tong

"We can catch him, you guys are so smart!!" Ban Xiaosong, who felt that the reorganization of the baseball team was just around the corner, couldn't stop his excitement. "That night, let's gather at the school and arrest the pranksters together."

"I can't do it at night." Yin Ke said calmly, chi chi, Yin Ke's words were like a pot of cold water that extinguished Ban Xiaosong's enthusiasm, and also like a fire that ignited Wu Tong.

"Yin Ke, no, we..." Ban Xiaosong tried to persuade Yin Ke

"Ban Xiaosong, don't talk to him, he's just so cold-blooded." After speaking, Wu Tong turned and left angrily, and I hurriedly followed, "See you tonight, let's go first." Some things can be solved without meddling , Wu Tong and Yin Ke can only rely on themselves, alas.