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That day, Qiao Yichuan made a decision that left everyone dumbfounded.

At the same time as the class bell rang, Qiao Yichuan finally stepped into the classroom.

Jian Zhou looked up at the idle person at the door, and then looked down at the paper in front of him expressionlessly.

The young and beautiful Chinese teacher stood by the podium and looked at him helplessly, urging the "young master" to return to his seat quickly with his eyes.

But Qiao Yichuan didn't take it seriously, instead he smiled and blinked at her.

All the teachers had no choice but to deal with such a self-willed and depraved student. They used all kinds of tricks: find parents, report criticism, record major demerits, and so on. However, Qiao Yichuan's rebellious behavior intensified.

The Chinese teacher's surname is Chen. This teacher Chen has just graduated from graduate school this year. It is the first time to lead students. Facing Qiao Yichuan, who caused everyone a headache, she even dared not talk too much about discipline. After all, being angry and crying in class, this kind of It's not like nothing happened.

In short, every time she comes to teach this class, the only hope is that this classmate can sleep peacefully, as long as there is no trouble, everything will be fine.

Qiao Yichuan staggered towards his seat in the last row. When passing by Jian Zhou, he accidentally bumped into the corner of his desk. The black pencil case fell to the ground, and the pen inside rolled out.

Jian Zhou frowned slightly, and when he looked up at him, there seemed to be impatience and a little anger hidden in his eyes.

Qiao Yichuan glanced at the pencil case on the ground, then at Jian Zhou, bent down to pick up the pencil case with a sneer, and threw it back on Jian Zhou's desk.

He didn't have a good impression of Jian Zhou, or in other words, he once had a good impression, but it all disappeared later.

Qiao Yichuan always felt that he was at odds with Jian Zhou, a good student in the eyes of teachers and parents. To be able to breathe the same air in a classroom was already the ultimate.

All the students and the teacher quietly watched Qiao Yichuan return to his seat. Seeing him take his seat, Teacher Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the papers, and said, "Take out all the papers from last week's in-class quiz today. One question."

After Qiao Yichuan sat down, he stuffed his schoolbag into the table. He yawned early in the morning, and then lay down on the desk to sleep, but the teacher's lecture was so loud that he couldn't fall asleep.

In the past, Qiao Yichuan was always mischievous in class, but since the third year of high school, the "moral factor" in his body has awakened, and most of the time he will not make trouble in class to affect others' listening. Of course, this is not absolute Yes, making trouble or not depends on his mood.

I don't want to attend class, and I can't sleep.He dug out a blank notebook, found another pen with some water in it, and began to scribble and draw in boredom.

Qiao Yichuan felt that life was very boring. At the age of 17, he was like a loach rolling around in a pond, boring and ridiculous.

He drew a line of loach, raised his head when he was done, leaned his elbows on the table, rested his chin on his palm, and looked lazily at the backs of his classmates.

Scanning around, he felt that the guys in the same clothes and almost the same hairstyle in front of him were more like walking dead than people.

They think that their brains are running at high speed every day, thinking about making contributions to the country in the future, but in fact, when they are thinking, God has already laughed so hard.

Qiao Yichuan wanted to send God a text message to ask him if his stomach hurts from laughing now, but unfortunately, he didn't know the phone number of God.

Seeing that winter is about to pass, after winter comes spring, and after spring comes summer.

When the long-awaited summer really came to the fore, they were about to take the college entrance examination.

Senior three and college entrance examination, these two words are not important to Qiao Yichuan. Anyway, with his score, he can't pass the exam anywhere, and he has long since given up on himself.

People live forever, why not come happily?

They live in this chaotic and utilitarian world every day, which is really exhausting.

Qiao Yichuan shook his legs, scanning from left to right, and finally, his eyes fell on Jian Zhou's back.

Jian Zhou has always made him feel that he is quite indescribable. He is very handsome. At first glance, he is the kind of person who relies on his face for food and has a low IQ. However, the reality is just the opposite. This Jian Zhou is a three-good student and an excellent cadre every year. , the average grade is the first in the class, the top three in the grade, a master in the fight for fame and fortune, so scheming that Qiao Yichuan, a bystander, looks chilly.

When Qiao Yichuan saw Jian Zhou for the first time more than two years ago, he didn't dislike him. He even knew him because he was handsome. After entering the class, he sat next to Jian Zhou and deliberately talked to him: "Let's play basketball together later?"

However, when he found out that the handsome guy sitting next to him had been admitted with the No. 1 score in the senior high school entrance examination, Qiao Yichuan stood up on his own initiative and changed to the seat diagonally behind.

His affection for Jian Zhou only lasted for an hour. Originally, he thought that the two had a good aura and could become buddies in the future.

But countless experiences told him that he could not become buddies with good students, he would only become enemies.

And there was another thing that he couldn't understand very much, how much money did his father spend to get him into this middle school for a person like him who was so ignorant, and what was the point of doing so?

Everything was too unreal, Qiao Yichuan thought regretfully: It would be great if Jian Zhou was also a scumbag. He looks so good-looking and only knows how to study every day. What a fucking pity.

When get out of class was about to end, Qiao Yichuan was hit by a ball of paper.

He bent down to pick it up, opened it, turned his head and raised his eyebrows with a smile at Di Ge, who was in the same row but separated by three people.

There are a few flamboyant words on the note: smoke after class.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Teacher Chen also breathed a sigh of relief. Qiao Yichuan was still in peace this class, and she was very pleased.

"Let's end the class first, and let's continue with the next class." Since the third year of high school, all classes have become "big classes", and each subject will have two consecutive classes at a time. These "unscrupulous" teachers, even often Take up their gym class.

But generally speaking, this didn't affect Qiao Yichuan. When it was time for physical education class, no matter what anyone said, he would go out with the basketball in his arms. No one could care about him anyway.

With the teacher's permission, the students all started to move.

Qiao Yichuan gave Di Ge a wink, took out the cigarette from his schoolbag, and stuffed it in the pocket of his school uniform. He didn't even take a break after class, and even opened an exercise book. After just one glance, Qiao Yichuan felt dizzy.

He went to the bathroom with Diego, and hid in it to smoke after peeing.

The school's men's toilet is often a "safe haven" for gathering people to smoke. Of course, the premise is that there must be someone to watch out, and run away before the teachers from the teaching office and the student cadres who are "on duty" come to arrest them.

Qiao Yichuan was not afraid of being caught, but he would hide from the teacher with everyone every time, which was a joy of life for him.

"Brother Chuan, yesterday Sang Yi asked me what you mean." Di Ge and Qiao Yichuan leaned against the innermost radiator in the bathroom. Now the heating is about to stop, and the heating has almost lost its temperature. Every winter, the heating in the north At times, this place is nothing short of heaven.

"Just tell her it's boring." Qiao Yichuan's smoking posture was very skillful, and the 17-year-old boy looked like an old smoker who had been smoking for decades.

"Huh?" Di Ge looked at him in surprise, "You don't like her?"

Qiao Yichuan grinned, just at this moment, Jian Zhou opened the door and came in.

It was approaching class time, and the number of people in the toilet gradually decreased. As soon as Jian Zhou entered the bathroom, he smelled a strong smell of cigarettes. He looked up and immediately met Qiao Yichuan's eyes.

Qiao Yichuan felt that there might not be another well-behaved boy like Jian Zhou in No. [-] Middle School. He was groomed from head to toe according to the school's requirements, and his hair was neatly cut but not in a daze. He was recognized by the whole world. The ugliest school uniform seemed to be okay on him. Jian Zhou was very white, and Qiao Yichuan thought it must be because this guy had been immersed in his studies and didn't even expose himself to the sun.

A word came to his mind: little boy.

But he also felt very strange, he had never seen Jian Zhou exercise, but this guy was not short.

Qiao Yichuan suddenly became curious, and he asked Di Ge in a low voice, "Who do you think is taller?"

"You two?" Di Ge looked puzzled, "Who are you with?"

"Jian Zhou." Qiao Yichuan raised his chin and motioned Di Ge to look at Jian Zhou in front of the urinal over there.

"...how do I know." Di Ge is not interested in Jian Zhou, he just wants to finish smoking this cigarette before class.

Qiao Yichuan laughed. He took a deep puff of the cigarette, then walked to the urinal next to Jian Zhou, first pressed the cigarette butt on the wall, threw it into the urinal, and then urinated next to the house.

Peeing is not the purpose, but height comparison is the purpose.

Qiao Yichuan secretly looked sideways at Jian Zhou, wanting to compare the positions of their shoulders, but Jian Zhou couldn't stand straight, so there was no comparison at all.

But even so, the two looked like they were about the same height.

Qiao Yichuan was a little upset. When he looked away, he found Jian Zhou looking at him.

"What are you looking at?" Qiao Yichuan was a little embarrassed, as if he had been caught doing something bad.

Jian Zhou pulled up his pants, and with that expressionless face, he said to Qiao Yichuan, "Look at mine first."

Qiao Yichuan glared at him impatiently, and began to pull up his pants: "I see what's wrong with you? Are you afraid to see?"

Seeing that class was about to start, Jian Zhou was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, turned around and left without saying anything.

But Qiao Yichuan refused to let go, and followed Jian Zhou out: "I'm asking you something! Are you afraid to see it?"

"Don't be afraid." Jian Zhou didn't want him to pester him. He had always been afraid of Qiao Yichuan, thinking that he must get rid of him before entering the class, "But don't follow me."

"I'm following you? Are you okay!" Qiao Yichuan walked in front of Jian Zhou, and secretly noticed the height of the two of them, and found that they seemed to be about the same height, "Now I'm in front, I'm going back to class, don't follow me! "

Qiao Yichuan's ability to play tricks was first-rate, leaving Jian Zhou speechless.

When walking towards the class, Jian Zhou smelled the strong smell of smoke on Qiao Yichuan's body, and reminded him: "The school stipulates that smoking in the toilet will deduct 5 points once."

Every student in No. 100 Middle School has 60 points of literature and discipline credits, and those who deduct less than [-] points will be demerited.

"Shut up," Qiao Yichuan said to Jian Zhou with a nonchalant smile, "It's not that I haven't been demerited."

Jian Zhou frowned and looked at him. He remembered that during the first semester of the second year of high school, Qiao Yichuan fought in the school, and he was so ruthless that he sent him to the hospital. .

For Jian Zhou, remembering this kind of thing is absolutely not allowed to happen to him. It is a stain on his life that will never be erased for the rest of his life, but for Qiao Yichuan, he doesn't care at all.

"Don't look at me like that." At the door of the class, Qiao Yichuan turned his head and said to Jian Zhou behind him, "It's as if you are sympathizing with me. Hurry up and put away your great and pure heart of a holy father!"

Qiao Yichuan's words angered Jian Zhou again, and he was extremely annoyed why he couldn't think about talking to this guy just now.In the past two years or so, the two of them have hardly had any intersection, and in the same class, they have not spoken more than five sentences.In fact, it would be great to just go on like this peacefully until graduation, but unfortunately, sometimes he just can't control himself, thinks wildly, and meddles in other people's business.

When he was in class again, Jian Zhou lost his mind for a rare occasion, and his mind was full of Qiao Yichuan when he was talking to him. In fact, this person has hardly changed in two and a half years of high school, and even his height hasn't changed much. When he first saw him When Qiao Yichuan was growing up, Jian Zhou knew that he was not an easy-going lamp, but in the past two and a half years, Qiao Yichuan's practical actions proved how accurate Jian Zhou's vision was.Fighting, skipping class and falling in love early can be said to be useless.

But it was Qiao Yichuan like this that made Jian Zhou panic every time he thought about it.

The reason is self-evident, Jian Zhou didn't dare to think too much, so he always suppressed it.

Jian Zhou was distracted and walked through the whole class, but he didn't listen to a word of what Teacher Chen said.

When the get out of class bell rang, Jian Zhou was even more annoyed. Looking at the paper that hadn't taken any notes on it, he began to regret that he shouldn't have affected the class because of Qiao Yichuan.

He borrowed the paper at the same table, and wrote dense notes on it while comparing it with his own, but even at this time, his thoughts were still wandering, and he even accidentally wrote a typo and wrote on the paper. He said three words that made him ashamed: Qiao Yichuan.