He's playing first grade again

In mid-March, the weather in the north was unpredictable, and the season of spring turned into severe winter.

The exams for the third year of senior high school are almost once a week for school exams, once for half a month for city exams, and once a month for provincial exams.

In the midst of such intensive and irritating exam schedules, Lin Jian, the chairman of the school's student union, was responsible for reviewing the Spring Festival Games of junior high school juniors and junior high school students.

The training time was around five o'clock in the morning, and Lin Jian followed him for a week. He didn't return to the classroom to attend classes until he got on track.

The dean of the third year of senior high school is becoming more and more strict, and the time is very tight. Anyone who enters the teaching building after 06:30 in the morning will be asked to stand for an early self-study session.

Lin Jian ran five laps on the playground at [-] o'clock every morning to boost morale, and then went to the school cafeteria to eat something at around [-] o'clock, and went to the school gate at [-]:[-] to wait for Ning Xuan to enter the teaching building together.

At this point, the dean of teaching and his two assistants were already standing on the left and right sides of the teaching building and guarded strictly.

Every time Lin Jian saw the dean nodding and saying hello, Ning Xuan nodded in agreement.

The sky has turned white.

The teaching director smacked his lips: "That's good, that's right. Sure enough, he's close to Zhu Zhechi. You can see how much Lin Jian's grades have improved after being number one in his grade. Let's choose him as the representative for the [-]-day swearing-in on weekends."

Almost everyone is following the rhythm of the school step by step, busy studying, but when the [-]-day swearing-in meeting really comes, it is like a big bell, and the sound becomes more and more urgent, knocking on everyone's heart , no matter whether it is a top student or a scumbag who is muddleheaded and muddles around, they all seem to feel an arm around their necks, nervous and uneasy.

That day, at nine o'clock in the morning, the sun was just rising, the air was slightly cold, the playground was covered with greenery, and a red carpet was laid on the road from the entrance of the playground to the direction from here.

Banners were drawn on the railing to bless these vigorous students.

Lin Jian arranged all this early and waited for Ning Xuan at the gate of the playground.

The principal delivered a speech, the dean delivered a speech, and the teacher representative delivered a speech, followed by Lin Jian.

He changed into a suit, lost his greenness, became mature and indifferent, compared to his first year of high school and second year of high school, this young man's brows were wantonly flamboyant.

The warm applause stopped, and he slowly stepped onto the stage without taking the manuscript.

Every move is methodical.

After thanking the leaders, he talked about his wasteful life in the first and second grades, with a bit of self-mockery and guilt.

Then, looking firmly at the position of the third class, the corner of the mouth slightly twitched: "I am very fortunate that I can return from the wrong way. After ten years of sharpening my sword, I found myself in the test in June. Anyway, in the distance from the college entrance examination There are only [-] days left. I hope that each of us can devote ten times more energy to fight with our backs. I hope that in the future, we will be worthy of this period of time, and we can stand at a higher position and protect love. Our people and the people we love. Youth is fearless, never say die, come on, everyone."

He added silently in his heart: "Come on, Lin Jian."

Almost after she had finished speaking, all the students raised their black mortarboards.

Excited, inspired, uplifting.

The morale was high, and whoever was on the playground screamed loudly, followed by several exclamations.

"Come on! Youth without regrets!"

"Fearless of losing, go all out, woooo—"

"As long as you are still on the road, you will always see the dawn, come on, Class Nine, Grade Three!"

"For the girl I like, I will work hard!"

"Ning Xuan, I want to catch up with you!"

"I want to be number one in my grade!"

"Tsinghua, here I come!"

"I love Peking University!"

Countless students vented their pent-up stress and exhaustion with hoarse screams.

Everyone wrote a message for the balloon in their hand.

Ning Xuan led a blue balloon to find Lin Jian. His black back was tall and straight, and he lowered his head slightly, writing down his hopes with a pen.

Looking up at Ning Xuan's balloon, "What did you write?"

Ning Xuan pressed the balloon to let him see: "Heaven rewards hard work, the future can be expected."

The signature at the end is: NXLJ

Lin Jian smiled and added a heart in the middle.

"Brother, what did you write?" Ning Xuan leaned over to read it word by word, "Strongenoughtoprotecthim"

Lin Jian did not hesitate to sign the same name as him, "Is your English not bad?"

"You teach well." Ning Xuan blew a wave of rainbow farts without any trace.

"Children, let your dreams fly towards the blue sky. Your future is bright and beautiful." The school leader said passionately on the stage.

Thousands of balloons are flying into the sky, colorful, and several faces full of longing are looking at the sky.

Lin Jian narrowed his eyes to look at the sky, and with his hand hanging in his trouser pocket, he gently touched Ning Xuan's wrist and pulled it over.

Ning Xuan turned his head in a daze, a slight smile appeared in his clear eyes, "Brother, you are so handsome."

Lin Jian looked sideways: "The handsome is also yours."

Lin Jian's heart turned a thousand times.

Regarding his injuries, this was not the first time he felt powerless.

After that day, Lin Jian took him to the taekwondo hall, where he taught a group of children for the taekwondo teacher.

That day, he beat the sandbags as if venting, and after all the children were picked up by their parents, he lay weakly on the floor, facing the ceiling, and let it go for a long time.

Ning Xuan felt uneasy.

He could feel Lin Jian's abnormality.

But dare not ask.

At the end of March, the air suddenly turned cold.

The sportswear that Lin Jian was wearing still felt cold after running to warm up.

The ministers in charge of the second year of high school were shivering from the cold, and several girls reported to the group to keep warm.

Ning Xuan reminded Lin Jian last night that the temperature will drop to minus 3 degrees the next day, so he should wear more clothes.

Waking up early in the morning, the cold and pungent cold air made his chest tingle.

Then I went to the closet and found a down jacket to change into.

playground.

It was not yet six o'clock.

The line of sight is not so clear, and a person in a white down jacket can be vaguely seen walking towards the gate of the playground.

Lin Jian was reprimanding these students, but he couldn't stand the cold, and after he finished speaking, he shuddered.

The deputy department at the side noticed the person coming, turned to that side, and called out: "Senior."

Lin Jian looked for the sound and glanced over, the cool fingers in his pocket were a little stiff from the cold, but he still subconsciously took out his hand when his eyes met Ning Xuan, and waved to the training students: "Continue Let's practice."

He walked towards Ning Xuan, and helplessly lowered his head to pull the zipper of his down jacket, complaining in a low voice while pulling: "The clothes don't even zipper up? What should I do if I catch a cold?"

Ning Xuan lowered his head slightly, and shied away: "Don't pull it, I'll wear it for you."

He was wearing a school uniform.

"You came here so early to give me clothes?" Lin Jian led him outside, "Why don't you bring one more?"

"My uncle was home, so just..." Dressed out.

Lin Jian was taken aback, some key words flashed through his mind quickly, and he felt that they were related to something. The cold wind hit his face, and he shivered slightly. Those thoughts were hard to grasp in an instant.

"Isn't your uncle very kind to you?" Lin Jian asked blurted out.

Ning Xuan stopped and looked up at him, "Well, that's..."

"Okay, okay, I understand, you think my boyfriend can't see his family, right?"

"No it's not..."

"Just kidding, put on your clothes and go back to the classroom by yourself, I'm here to watch you off."

Ning Xuan was pushed forward on the back, Ning Xuan turned his head, a gust of cold wind poured into his neck, and the god of learning said seriously: "Do you want to wear it or not?"

Lin Jian was taken aback, "Send a proposition?"

Ning Xuan quickly took off his clothes and threw them to him, "I'm leaving."

Lin Jian watched his leaving back, raised her hand and stroked her chin, finally snorted twice, and put on her clothes.

His body temperature still remained on the inner wall of the clothes, which was warm and wrapped in a sense of warmth, and the scent of heavy wood that he always wore drifted into his lungs.

Lin Jian looked back at the group of boys who had been drilled by him, eagerly coveting his down jacket, and smiled: "What are you looking at? If you have the ability, call now to see which of your friends will give it to you?"

Everyone: "..."

He touched his pocket and found two warm eggs.

This move in the morning completely became popular on the confession wall of No. [-] Middle School.

Almost every student in No. [-] Middle School added the account of Confession Wall.

During the exercise between classes, a dynamic appeared on the confession wall so grandiosely.

I don’t know who the contributor is, there are four photos, the copywriting is edited like this: Please tell those people who only talk about the cold weather through the screen, take some practical actions, ok?

--what happened?

——It’s nothing, it’s just early in the morning, two seniors in the third year abused the dog.

— Can anyone explain it?The backs of the two little brothers in the picture are so handsome.

——This morning, the student council president L was training us, it was too cold, and before six o’clock, a certain god N came wearing a white down jacket, and then I don’t know what they said, and the clothes were on L’s body.

——Holy shit, Tianhan sent clothes, envious of such brotherhood...

——Socialist brotherhood, have I stumbled into something? [Shy]

——If this is not love...

Those four fuzzy pictures were made into emoticons.

Ning Xuan added text to the small fuzzy picture walking indifferently from the playground gate.

[he is coming.jpg]

[He came with a down jacket.jpg]

Lin Jian is here.

He put his hands in his pockets, looked at the photos of the group of trainees, and added text.

[Little boys.jpg]

[Envy it.jpg]

[I smile proudly.jpg]

Things simmered into the night.

Someone broke the news.

[To tell you the truth, I saw N carrying a balloon around from Class [-] to Class [-] to look for L last week. ]

[N's balloon also has a few letters written on it, such as N, J, etc. From this point of view, it must be the abbreviation of their two names. ]

[I have pictures here of them holding hands!holding hands!excited.jpg]

[Is this photo misplaced? ]

[Where is the misalignment? At that time, everyone was looking up at the sky. I just untied my shoelaces. I lowered my head to tie my shoelaces. When I looked up, I saw L touching N's hand. I rubbed my eyes again. I watched it once. ]

[Stop talking, it's all brotherhood. ]

This was originally something that the students teased each other, but Liu Senping, the head teacher of class nine, somehow found out.

He wasn't that active in his thoughts, he just felt that the atmosphere was bad, why are two big boys holding hands, it's not a little girl's.

In the class meeting, I said it by name.

Lin Jian laughed it off, and the others also took it as a joke.

Lin Jian didn't deliberately shy away from anything, after all, it's common for boys to sit on each other's thighs in the class, and there's nothing to avoid suspicion by holding hands.

Fang Jingying had already dropped out of school. After that day, he restrained himself for two days. According to Huang Mao, his hands were itchy again. He played gambling with people in the bar and lost.

Ning Xuan lived in the apartment on Friday, Lin Jian remembered this, and asked by the way: "Do you know about your brother's debts?"