Because of the African Emirates, all the lucky points are counted.

The two were almost the last to enter. The carnival on the rooftop had already begun. Xing Wenbo and Wen He were like the finale VIPs.

"Brother Xing—" The greetings one after another rushed towards Xing Wenbo enthusiastically, and then stopped abruptly when they saw clearly the buddy he was pulling.

Many people opened their mouths wide, the boys were dumbfounded, and the girls were suddenly excited.

Although Xing Wenbo is also a top student, Xing Wenbo has always lived up to his reputation. He has been molded into a W high school bully by campus rumors.

Wen He is different, very different.If Wen He's being late is big news, then Wen He's skipping class is the news of the year.

"I'll go!" Xia Hai gave Xing Wenbo a thumbs up sincerely, "Brother Xing is awesome!"

Is that iceberg anyone can touch?He had been in the same class as Wen He for almost three years, and he claimed in class that he was someone who could talk to Wen He, so he didn't have the guts to force Wen He out during evening self-study.

"Congratulations, congratulations." Xing Wenbo wanted to make a fist, but Wen He's wrist was still clinging to his left hand, so he raised his right hand and pressed the air like a leader inspecting, "Everyone, don't get excited, we will recruit Vice President Xu later. It's-"

A group of people immediately booed him and called him crow's mouth. Xia Hai yelled that Vice Principal Xu would not come. He knew the duty schedule of every teacher on the fifth floor. He changed his name to Haixia.

Everyone was talking nonsense, not daring to be too noisy, but they were more excited because they were suppressing their excitement.Most of those who can enter W high school are good students in the conventional framework. They study hard and make progress every day. They can’t hold a fart in 100 years. It’s a big deal to be late. People dare not even think about it.Today, many people are in the atmosphere of the mob, and they are out of their minds. Maybe it is because the pressure of the third year of high school is too great, and they urgently need a vent. It's been half a year, and it's only a blink of an eye to grow up. If you're not crazy now, when will you be?

The feeling of risking the world's disgrace is so exciting.

It is said to be a carnival party, but in fact there is nothing, no food or drink, no lights and no music, only an open space, a short period of freedom for an unknown period of time, and a group of boys and girls who have temporarily escaped from the boundless world of learning.No one hosts, everyone does whatever they want, some people gather together in twos and threes to talk about the mountains, some take out poker cards, some take out their mobile phones to call friends and form a team to play against each other, and some lean on the railing and sing in a youthful posture. The cold wind poses.

It was supposed to be the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, but it was warmed up by the south and youth together.

Xing Wenbo pulled Wen He through the crowd and came to the innermost corner. The two also leaned against the railing and joined the camp blowing the cold wind.As they went deeper along the way, they caught their eyes like a magnet. Many girls secretly glanced at the two of them, shoving and shoving each other with shy smiles, and occasionally sneered at their companions.

Xing Wenbo is very popular, almost everyone in every class knows someone, but he has never chatted with any girl for a few words.Not to mention Wen He, even his classmates couldn't break his barrier, and it was even more difficult for people from other classes to meet him on other occasions.

This is an occasion that is more difficult than climbing to the sky.The girl's feelings are so entangled. If she misses tonight, she may never have another chance. Do you want to go over and talk?

After half a year, things will be divided, but so what?When a teenager's mind breaks ground, nothing can be suppressed.

Wen He finally belatedly understood what they were here for.He looked at Xing Wenbo for a while, and Xing Wenbo smiled frankly and let him watch.

Wen He sighed, "Student, are you bored?"

"It's not boring," Xing Wenbo raised his eyebrows with interest, "Don't you think it's fun?"

"I still have half a book to read." Wen He said.

"I still have three papers to brush." ​​Xing Wenbo said.

Wen He was annoyed, "Then are you still messing around?"

Xing Wenbo was overjoyed, he wanted to hold back his laughter but couldn't, he still smiled, "Okay, okay, it's my fault, don't be wronged——"

"I'm not wronged." Wen He corrected in a second.

"Okay, don't be wronged or wronged——"

"What are you laughing at?" Although the light was dim, Xing Wenbo's shoulders shook undisguisedly, and Wen He couldn't help protesting.

"Why don't you let me laugh when I'm happy?" Xing Wenbo spread his hands, "Your logic is a bit overbearing, my classmate."

"..."

"It's okay," Xing Wenbo said again, "Isn't it just a self-study class? I'll accompany you to make up for it tonight."

"……what?"

"Stay up late with you," Xing Wenbo smiled slyly, "I won't sleep if you don't sleep, isn't it very touching?"

"Not impressed."

"You're welcome."

"..." This man's face was made of iron.

"Is this your first time skipping class?" Xing Wenbo asked him.

"En." Wen He nodded.

After a while, Wen He asked back, "What about you?"

"Me," Xing Wenbo put his hands on the railing, dangling one leg, looking into the distance, "it's not the first time."

Wen He didn't speak.

"However," Xing Wenbo turned his face and looked at him. I don't know if it was an illusion, but his eyes were shining in the night, "It's the first time with you."

And you, for the first time.

For you, it is the first time.

Wen He stared at him blankly, and was instantly caught by the shining eyes, unable to look away.

They don't remember how long later, when they looked back on the past, they realized that some things were already understood at this very moment.

The most efficient way of communication between people is not language, but emotion.

The surface layer of emotion is emotion, which is expression, eyes, and the most subtle body movements.

Or, just the purest feeling.

But often at that time, I can't realize that I have understood it.Whether it is "So I like him", or "It turns out that the relationship between me and him is over", or "It turns out that there is no future between us from the beginning", the moment is always hazy, and a part of myself sees it, Another part of me immediately blindfolded myself, for fear of breaking the subtle barrier in front of me.

How can a person fully understand himself and express himself completely?That's what madmen do.

This carnival didn't last long, the ones who started pesticides hadn't entered the other side's high ground, the ones fighting landlords hadn't had enough excitement, the progress bar of Kan Dashan hadn't been drawn halfway, and those little girls who were wondering whether to come and talk to the two were still waiting. Before he could figure out why, he was barged in by an uninvited guest.

Not vice-principal Xu.

It's Lao Ding.

The activity was initiated by Class 3, and Class 3 had the largest number of missing persons, so Lao Ding was naturally the first to notice the abnormality.When everyone saw Lao Ding, they didn't feel nervous at all when they saw Vice President Xu, they just felt a sense of embarrassment of being caught and raped on the bed. Many students in class 3 laughed embarrassedly, while other innocent people who were trafficked They hid behind the people in Class 3, crazily implying that Lao Ding "hit the child first".

Lao Ding had a stiff face at first, but he also smiled when he saw this group of reckless bastards, and waved his hands to chase them away like a mosquito, "What's going on? Go back to the classroom quickly—"

This temporary organization has no cohesive force, everyone scattered like birds and beasts, and went back to their respective classes in a hurry.What happened that night did not alarm the Academic Affairs Office. It seems that Lao Ding came alone to make a quick decision and did not notify other teachers.Lao Ding didn't even arrest the main culprits one by one to talk about a life of 200 yuan. When he came to drive people away, there was a bit of helplessness, a bit of tolerance, and a bit of pampering in his smile.

All the participants felt lucky to survive the catastrophe. Fortunately, it was Lao Ding who came here. If it was really Vice Principal Xu, a group of people would all have to die heroically.

Late that night, Xing Wenbo kept his word and sent Wen He a WeChat message at 11:[-].

Xing Wenbo: Are you asleep?

Wen He: No

Xing Wenbo: Are you still looking at the materials?

Wen He: Yes

Xing Wenbo: Look, I will do the paper

Wen He: Yes

Since joining WeChat, Xing Wenbo and Wen He have hardly talked about anything.Wen He's self-control is astonishing, he doesn't touch his phone in class, he doesn't touch his phone during self-study, and he spends time eating, sleeping, and going to the bathroom... so he doesn't have much time to touch his phone.

Even when chatting on WeChat, Wen He cherishes words like gold, and those who don't know think that this great talent charges by words.

However, today Wen He was able to reply to his first message within 5 minutes, and the next few messages were all within seconds. Xing Wenbo felt that he should be content.

Half an hour passed.

Xing Wenbo: Have you finished reading it?

Wen He: No

Xing Wenbo: Well, I still have a math paper

Wen He: Yes

Another half hour passed.

Xing Wenbo: Have you finished reading it?

Wen He: There are 32 more pages

Xing Wenbo: How long will it take to read 32 pages?

Wen He: half an hour

Xing Wenbo:? ? ? 1 page per minute?

Wen He: Pick the key points, don’t read all of them

Xing Wenbo: Oh, yes

At the level of Xueba, learning to fight is all about efficiency.Everyone can squeeze out the same amount of time, and whoever is more efficient can run faster.

Xing Wenbo: Then I will try to finish writing in half an hour

Wen He: Yes

Another half hour passed.

Xing Wenbo: Have you finished reading it?

Wen He: How much have you written?

Xing Wenbo: There are still two big questions left

Wen He: Yes

Xing Wenbo: What about you?

Wen He: Let me look at the collection of wrong questions in mathematics

Xing Wenbo stared at this message in a daze for a minute.In the middle of the cold winter night, a mass of snow melted in someone’s heart, which violated the law of conservation of mass. The melted snow not only did not absorb heat, but also made him feel very warm.

Xing Wenbo frowned and grinned as he typed.

Xing Wenbo: Good

Another 15 minutes passed.

Xing Wenbo: Finished

Wen He: Yes

Xing Wenbo: Sleep?

Wen He: Yes

Xing Wenbo: Good night

Wen He: good night

Some things, once you get a taste of it, you become addicted.For example, say good night to the person you like every night.

Xing Wenbo started sending Wen He WeChat messages at 11:[-] every night. Wen He had to wait for a few minutes before replying in the first few days. Crane replied on time.

The content of the chat is very simple, how much homework you have tonight, how much you have done, how much is left, and then estimate your own progress, and try to keep a consistent pace with the other party.

Wen He still cherishes words like gold, but he replied quickly, which made Xing Wenbo feel at ease.It doesn't matter if he doesn't speak, he knows that person is on the other side, just like him, studying hard under a desk lamp, fighting for the future, and holding on to the present and unwilling to let go.

Christmas is over, and then New Year's Day. On the evening of December 12, Xing Wenbo sent a message on time at 31 o'clock——

Xing Wenbo: Happy New Year

Wen He: Happy New Year

The two messages popped up at the same time, and it was impossible to tell the order.

Xing Wenbo: Hahaha

Xing Wenbo: Why are we both so official?

Wen He: ...

Xing Wenbo: Classmate, with your expressive ability, how did you get full marks in your composition?

Wen He:?

A punctuation mark is full of ridicule, and he wants to ask what's wrong with this expressive ability?

Xing Wenbo: All right, all right, you won, let’s bow down

Xing Wenbo: Chinese is really a metaphysics

Xing Wenbo: No one can pass the exam

Xing Wenbo: Yes, we are talking about your average score above 140

Xing Wenbo: Classmate, don’t think I don’t know you’re talking through the network cable

Xing Wenbo couldn't see it. At this time, Wen He scanned the screen of the phone while brushing the question. When he scanned Xing Wenbo's words, he couldn't stop laughing for a moment, and the words were not written correctly.

Wen He simply put down his pen, picked up his phone, typed a line, thought about it, and then deleted it all.

Switch the input mode, press and hold the talk button, bring the phone close to you, and whisper: "Good night."

The first time Wen He sent him a voice message, Xing Wenbo froze for a moment, and clicked on it.

"Good night."

Familiar magnetism, suppressing the volume, a little hoarse, with a little sleepy laziness at the end.

As long as the phone is held close enough, it's like talking in his ear.

This is so special.

I won't be able to sleep tonight.