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In front of the mobile phone screen, Hu Zhongyue was wearing heavy makeup and slicked back hair. He looked more mature than in school. His nose was as straight as eight hyaluronic acid injections, and the highlights were just right.

He picked up another mobile phone with a playful smile and dialed Xia Shang's number:

——Yes, Xia Shang, I, Hu Zhongyue

——I secretly saved it when you went out after class today

— After I left, did you miss me?

Hu Zhongyue was holding back his laughter the whole time, staring at one gift after another flashing in front of the phone screen, and those subtitles bouncing like beans.

A small voice came from the other end of the phone:

Sick, what nonsense--

——I'm really sick, why don't you send me some medicine?

I think you have a mental illness, don't call me if you have nothing to do——

——Don’t hang up, don’t hang up, you open your schoolbag, oops, you’ll know if you open it.

Xia Shang put the schoolbag to his chest, opened it, and found a letter inside, written in blue paper, which was very eye-catching.After Xia Shang opened the letter, his face turned green, and he yelled at the phone:

Hu Zhongyue, you are a rascal, you are shameless——

Hahahahaha, on the other end of the phone, I had already burst into laughter, and rows of subtitles flashed in front of the phone screen:

Hahahahahaha

The anchor is too rough

I feel sorry for that one second

Emma is amazing my little Yueyue

Slutty, your own noun

Wow, what a gamble, respecting the anchor is a man

The anchor is not a man, the anchor is a note

After Hu Zhongyue hung up the phone, he displayed the pre-saved photos in the phone in front of the phone screen, and the gifts came one after another.

Hu Zhongyue shouted into the microphone:

Sister Shuang, are twenty Lamborghinis ready?I'm waiting for you to open it!

Come, come, those who said that the anchor was cowardly yesterday are willing to gamble and admit defeat today, and the gift is gone, don't let me look down on you.

Let’s go to [-] million tonight, the music continues, and we run away.

……

Xia Shang was furious, tore the piece of paper to pieces, smashed it into countless small balls, threw it into the trash can, kicked it, and cursed a few obscenities.

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Let me announce Hu Zhongyue's letter, I know you want to read it, Keke:

Hu Zhongyue, I love you, I love your long, thick and strong jiba, I love your comfortable and long-lasting posture on the bed, I love the domineering way you hold me and crush me in your arms, I love you thick and thick The soft tongue licked every inch of my skin, love you deeply inserted into my xx...

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The sky was clear and blue, facing the sound of the campus radio and singing, Xia Shang walked into the school. His home was about ten minutes away from the school, and he could be there in a hurry.

A black and green bicycle turned a corner and slipped in front of Xia Shang. Hu Zhongyue was sitting on the seat, with one foot on the pedal and the other on the ground, leaning forward on the steering wheel:

"Morning, did you sleep well last night?"

Xia Shang stared at him, grabbed his back seat, and kicked the tire hard a few times, because Hu Zhongyue hooked his chin with his hand.

Then he went to the front again, grabbed the steering wheel, shook it from side to side, and kicked the tire hard. Seeing this, Hu Zhongyue had no choice but to grab his arm, and he had already been shaken and fell out of the car.

"Hey, what are you doing? You are so angry?"

Xia Shang didn't stop, his hands were grabbed by Hu Zhongyue, so he had to kick them with his feet.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming down, I'm coming down."

"Don't kick the car, it's iron, it hurts your feet."

"Come on, you kick me, it doesn't hurt to kick me."

Hu Zhongyue kicked the car aside, stretched out his hands, "Come on."

Left uppercut right uppercut uppercut lowercut -- blah blah blah --

think too much.

It was so annoying, Xia Shang knocked Hu Zhongyue away, and left with a dejected face. Hu Zhongyue picked up his bicycle and trotted after him.

-

Throughout the morning, Xia Shang was showing Hu Zhongyue a face.

"Don't be angry, my aunt, please, just let me go." Hu Zhongyue lay weakly in front of the table, almost begging on his knees.

He also made a joke. He didn't expect Xia Shang to be so angry with him, and now he felt that the joke was too big.

-

The physics test paper was handed out, and Xia Shang scored 96 points in the test, and his grades improved by leaps and bounds. The whole class gave him suspicious and strange looks.

After all, Xia Shang's grades were average, how could he be the first in the exam in a short time?

I forgot to mention that because of a bug in the little author's writing, she wrote Xia Shang as a top student. I really want to remind her that Xia Shang is an undergraduate who graduated from an eighteenth-tier city, but I know everything is in vain.

The author replied: I am happy, this is called freestyle.

Koko——

"Here, I would like to praise Hu Zhongyue. He scored 95 points in the first exam. I heard that he was transferred from another province. The teaching materials are different, but he was able to get such a high score. What did he rely on? It's talent!" The physics teacher's neck was red with excitement, obviously a group of three high-level people.

After speaking, he looked at Xia Shang with disdain. Xia Shang kept looking up at him while he was speaking, and when he received such a look all of a sudden, he felt a lump in his heart, as if he understood something.

"Report to the teacher." Hu Zhongyue stretched out a long arm.

"what happened?"

"I copied Xia Shang." Hu Zhongyue leaned back on the chair, twitched his teeth with the tip of his tongue, and turned to the left. The low-pressure Xia Shang didn't look at him.

"Ah? This... this, that, I'm going to criticize you. How can you plagiarize? As a student, the most important thing is integrity. What's the use of copying it now? If you have the ability, you can copy it when you come to the college entrance examination. You can copy it." Is it? You can't copy it."

The physics teacher talked to himself on the podium, asking and answering questions.

--

After class, Xia Shang was called to the office, and the physics teacher asked him how he improved his grades in a short time.

Xia Shang was embarrassed and speechless. Seeing Xia Shang's flushed face, Guo Jie told the physics teacher in an affirmative and firm tone that Xia Shang never copied it.

In the end, after asking questions, Xia Shang had no choice but to find an excuse, saying that he had found a remedial class outside of class to make up lessons, and the physics teacher kept chattering, saying why he didn't look for him, and he was willing to let Xia Shang go after ten minutes.

After leaving the office, I heard Guo Jie say to the physics teacher: "Xia Shang is a good boy, don't make things difficult for him."

Xia Shang's heart warmed up, and his melancholy disappeared immediately.

As soon as I went down the stairs, I bumped into Xu Chao, the monitor of class ([-]).

"Xia Shang, how are the preparations for next week's charity bazaar going?" Xu Chao thought that Xia Shang was going to submit the plan.

"Ah?" Xia Shang didn't react.

Xu Chao smiled: "You're not ready yet, are you?"

"Oh, I... I'm ready, what's the matter?" Xia Shang played sloppy, trying not to reveal his flaws, trying to catch Xu Chao's words.

"It's okay, I'll just ask you, have you submitted your plan?"

Xia Shang was attracted by the several sheets of A4 paper rolled into a circle in his hand, and nodded quickly: "Yes."

"Then I'll go up and hand it in first." Xu Chao wanted to leave.

Xia Shang stopped him, a little flustered, is there really something that he doesn't know?

"Wait, it seems that the font on your side is wrong."

Xu Chao spread out the paper, and Xia Shang took the opportunity to see the title:

Nanshi No. 4 Middle School Senior Three ([-]) Charity Bazaar Project Xu Chao

Xu Chao flipped through it and asked him what was wrong, because Xia Shang had just finished handing in, and he trusted Xia Shang's words.

"Help me see if the format is correct." Xu Chao knew that the counselor was a pervert, and he was very particular about the details.

"Well, good." Xia Shang got the plan, hungry for it.

-

"Okay, no problem!" Xia Shang returned the plan to Xu Chao, and walked towards the teaching building confidently.

When I got to the classroom, I was in a state of confusion. I had to hand in the plan for the bazaar today, but I didn’t write it. What should I do?

There will be an activity next Monday, and today is Friday, so everyone in the class probably hasn't prepared yet.

A few drops of crystal sweat dripped from the bangs on his forehead, Xia Shang lifted his bangs, supported his forehead and wrote the plan on the draft paper.

His chest was stuffy, as if there was a cloud of miasma clogging him up. Xia Shang loosened his tie, but it still didn't heal.

"Why is it so hot?" Hu Zhongyue accidentally touched his hand.

The skin is scorching hot, and the sweat is sticky.

"Don't bother me!" Xia Shang's elbow directly brushed Hu Zhongyue's cheek.

The front desk turned around after hearing the news, because it was a self-study class, Xia Shang's words seemed harsh.

The author has something to say:

I'm thinking about the timing of the next crossing,

After all, our unreliable author,

Always be surprised,

Attack it unprepared.

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