I also want to pull wool today

"The purpose of our school's school sports meeting is to hope that students will have a sense of collective and social participation, and hope that students can combine work and rest in their study and life—"

The loudspeaker was replaced in the radio of the No. [-] Middle School. Director Iron Goat's old and powerful voice, thanks to it, gave a wrap-around speech in the school.

Most of the Cheng'an Marathon has been run, and the current school sports meeting of No. [-] Middle School is the real end.

The closing ceremony was on Saturday afternoon, and I also wanted to finish early and rest early. When each class assembled, Lin Bai and Lin remained at the back as usual, sticking to the two pleasing bamboo poles at the back of the line.

I don't know if it's blood sweet, but in broad daylight, the sun is getting closer to the greenery, and mosquitoes are buzzing around Baicha's ears.On his forearms, there are many mosquito repellent stickers with small animal patterns, which were given to him by his senior sister before the group of six was disbanded.

Zhong Haowen and Fang Yuan were also in the disaster-affected area, and it happened that a few bloody people got together and stood together.

Zhong Hao’s text focuses on the principle that the heart is pure if the eyes are not seen. A tissue is covered over the eyes, and then glasses are fixed. After his analysis: “Is this mosquito rushing for performance?”

As Lin Zicheng didn't attract mosquitoes, he stared at the head teacher's back, scattered the mosquitoes around Lao Bai, stretched out his hand to poke the mosquito repellent sticker, and poked it on a sheep's ear: "Old Bai, do you think the mosquito repellent sticker is useful? Still looking good."

"Zhong Haowen! What's the matter, the greening of the school is not worthy of your eyes, is it?" Ms. Yang, the class teacher, originally wanted to look back to see if the students were not exposed to the sun or uncomfortable, but she saw a tall wild boy.

Zhong Haowen took off his glasses and took down the tissue. He felt that he had suffered a lot today. In the morning, he carried his camera and chased a track. In the afternoon, he rushed to provide rations for the mosquitoes.

"Ah, no, teacher, I think I'm just a little cabbage in the field, and the mosquitoes love me under the scorching sun, and they all chase me to catch up with my performance for a day. It's so difficult for me——"

"Fortunately, Gao Fangzhen is far away from the rostrum, and the rostrum covered his eyes with tissue paper. The rostrum looks like a dummy. This child, bear with it, accept it!" Ms. Yang looked again, what was Lin Zicheng next to him doing?

Ms. Yang thought it was weird, she lowered her voice, "Lin Zicheng, what are you doing poking Baicha's arm? Are you in a hurry? Come on, come on, what you want is to take the lead in a hurry!"

"Huh? Forget it, teacher, I, I—I'm not worthy, okay?" Lin Zicheng's words made the students in the class want to laugh.In everyone's mind, he has always been the kind of funny guy who is handsome and sick.

Ms. Yang smiled and borrowed a bottle of toilet water from the next class. After leaving the class, she pointed to the front row to Lin Zicheng: "Anyway, she is good-looking, handsome and interesting, but she moves a little too much. How many girls like it?" , to be a facade for our class in the past?"

In the end, it was still the head teacher. Every student in class seven had to reach out and spray toilet water on their bodies lightly.

Ms. Yang didn't seem to give in. Lin Zicheng snorted and shook the white tea with a corner: "Old Bai——"

White tea waited for the wind to come to no avail, only left with too much heat: "It's useless to find me, go and be the front desk, mosquitoes won't bite you." His white tea is the blood cow of mosquitoes today.

No matter how autistic Bai is, he still has to take care of his own face and press down on his shoulders to save the mosquitoes from charging at his neck for a while.As for Lin Zicheng, let him go!

Song Beibei, who was returning to the team at the front, couldn't help but support his forehead: "Stop, stop, Lin Hanhan, the size of my school uniform at the same table was correct, but you forced the hem of this dress to be a size longer! Let go!"

Classmate Lin: "How can I! I'm not a washing machine to spin and dry!"

Fang Yuan: "Your logic is amazing, why did Cheng Zi think to tell his buddies? Isn't it hand-washed to pull long yards? Look, Zhong Haowen's clothes are just like this—"

Zhong Haowen: "Hey, why are you talking about me again? What's the matter, Fang Dayuan, did you take a fancy to my school uniform or something?"

Fang Yuan: "Stop it, I don't mean anything else, I just want to fertilize the little cabbage in your field!"

"Come on, stand up, listen to the director's speech, don't be in the front row, Lin Zicheng, you should restrain yourself when you are young!" It seems that their relationship with the seventh class is quite good, and healthy quarrels are quite normal. Ms. Yang is very full, anyway, she was originally Just kidding.

When Lin heard that he didn't need to be in the front row, he immediately stood up and made a report, and smiled cutely: "Okay!"

After the closing ceremony speech, there was no clamor of gongs and drums.

In the final analysis, studies are still the focus, and students have to move their seats back to the class.The freshmen of high school go home, the art students of the second year attend classes, and the cultural students study by themselves, and the third year of high school must be quiet in the ocean of learning.

"But I'm afraid I'll drown in the ocean of knowledge!" The above is the most sincere cry from the heart of Chen Ran from Class [-], Grade [-].

Together, Lin Zicheng turned the chairs upside down and stacked them on the table. The glucose water in their class was not used up yet, and the boys and girls in the class divided the work to carry things back to the classroom.Waiting for Baicha to hold two tables and walk beside him.

"Old Bai, are you going to go home directly later?" Lin Zicheng reckoned that they would be able to go home with a simple tidying up.

Clasping the bottom of the table with both hands, Bai Cha pushed it up, nodded and said, "Well, my dad is coming back tonight."

"That's it, let's go!"

After moving the desk back to the class and arranging it, everyone hesitated for a moment or simply packed up their schoolbags and left. On the desk, exercise books, gel pens that had been dropped countless times and finally broke, and miscellaneous things were put together.

For example, the books of Lin Zicheng and Zhong Haowen at the same table have been mixed up.

"Clean up on Monday, and then click home, I'll leave first!" Zhong Haowen always slipped away after school, he ran with his schoolbag on his back, ran to the stairs and back to the classroom: "Fang Yuan, remember to play games tonight! Play solo! "

"I got it, I got it, don't play ranked if the network is unstable!"

"Bye-Bye--"

The two of Lin Bai naturally chose to clean up on weekdays. They crossed the dividing line between the first and third buildings, and they didn't make any noise. The headmaster's office, the lights are on inside.

Quiet Mimi walked several meters away before she was relieved. It's strange. The teachers are generally respectful when they see the teachers, but some of them are a little shy when they see the teachers. In fact, they didn't do anything that violated the school rules. .

Is it just a matter of habit?

The two of them walked by Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School. After half a semester, they were regarded as non-staff members of Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School.

The seniors and sisters hadn't attended class yet, and when they walked a little closer, they saw the master of the back door—Chen Ran, rubbing his hands against a serving of crispy dried shrimp noodles.

Lin Zicheng squatted down with only one head exposed, and tapped lightly on the window of the back door.

"Damn it!" So frightened that half of the crispy noodles almost fell to the ground, Chen Ran randomly pulled out a textbook to block the view of the front door: "Does Cheng Zi have any opinion on brother? To be honest, how can I live without food?"

When he opened the window, he heard a friendly greeting from his junior: "Brother Ran, try to swim on your back in the ocean of knowledge~"

"After the English class, he can't do breaststroke, so he urgently needs to dive!" Xiong Jin put a book in his hand and twirled it a few and a half times, all for entertainment.

Bai Cha pointed to the place where the two floors above were connected: "The vice principal's office is on, and I will probably patrol the hall later."

"Huh? That's over. I'll be caught sleeping in a while and I'll be completely oops my mother-let me tell you two, it's really not that I hate English, the long list is like a bug, it's just that the third year of high school is too sleepy. Do you understand what I mean?"

Chen Ran sighed, he had reason and evidence, and felt that he could not save his sleepy man.

"You two go back quickly, it's raining tonight, neither of you brought an umbrella, right? The six of us have a tacit understanding--" Ji Yao pulled out her turned off mobile phone from the cabinet, and still didn't dare to open it after thinking about it: "If Chen Ran falls asleep, we will naturally have a way to wake him up.

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Lin Zicheng looked outside the corridor to look at the sky, and saw that it was raining: "Hmm, let's go then? Bye!"

Chen Ran: "Bye bye, rest well, brothers—"

——Cheng'an No. [-] Middle School Bus Station

There were not many people, and it seemed that they all wanted to go out for a walk on the weekend before returning home.

Baicha found a place to stand, leaned on the pole as soon as he turned around, with nowhere to rest his hands, and finally stuffed it into his trouser pocket: "Let's go, my car will be here later, you take the car on the opposite side and go quickly."

"Success! Call! My lonely heart needs sunshine!" Lin Zicheng squinted his eyes, pretending to be autistic and lonely, and rubbed the hem of his clothes.

"...What are you talking about?" Obviously Lin Zicheng was refreshing Baicha's language vocabulary every day.

Facing Lin Zicheng, the irritable old Bai became more and more patient. He stretched out his hand and pushed him away: "Okay, I'll see you on the phone tonight. You should go back quickly. If it rains as soon as you say it will, you will be ruined."

"Okay~" Just as he agreed, Lin Zicheng took a small step forward, and quickly took a big step back: "I'm not leaving, it depends on you getting in the car before starting the car!"

"If you are in a hurry, you can tell me directly, don't force me to kick you? What's wrong with you?"

Lin Zicheng took a step forward and saw his old acquaintances from afar—actually, they were Zhou Shanyou and the others, and the other party was also looking at them.

What are you looking at?Don't look at my old white!

But don't let Lao Bai see them!

Pushing and shoving for a while, they really waited for the car to arrive. Classmate Lin was overjoyed: "Old Bai, your car is here! No. [-] car, right? Do you think I am a lucky star by your side? There are not many people, you Get in the car!"

Ah Cha didn't quite understand the other party's logic, and slowly raised a doubt, and was pushed into the car again: "Hey? What's wrong with you? You have to call me tonight to explain—"

"Okay, bye bye! See you on the phone, see you on Monday, Lao Bai, why don't we see you tomorrow?"

Classmate Bai scanned the QR code in the car, turned back and vetoed the Sunday plan: "Fuck off, what stand-up comics are you talking about? I can't get up, save yourself, see you on Monday—"

The words were far-fetched but still in line with the reality. Lin Zicheng was relieved when the little blue car drove to the next intersection.

He withdrew his smile, as if he had changed his face, his eyes were full of displeasure, he opened his eyes as if he didn't see it, and walked away from Zhou Shanyou and his group.

Instead, Zhou Shanyou who was standing on the sidewalk watched Lin Zicheng get on the overpass.

The chain man who had been with Gu Nian before also leaned over to watch her: "Shanyou, isn't that Lin Zicheng from the Sixth Middle School? What, this guy, he got very close to that pervert! Didn't he say that at the time? "

"I, this, who knows, I don't want to mention it." Zhou Shanyou hesitated, feeling that he needed to find white tea alone.She can fabricate thousands of ill-will against him for one lie to protect her face.

What she wanted in the first place was not rejected.