Rarely fascinated

At 05:30 in the morning, Fang Zhiyuan woke up on time. He rubbed his eyes and looked around blankly. It took a while to realize that this was no longer his bedroom.

This is his new school.

It's really... a little uncomfortable.

He was just about to get up, but when he was not halfway up, his body suddenly froze, he couldn't help but groaned, and lay back down again.

It really hurts.

It was as if someone twisted a few times in his stomach with a knife.

After a while, Fang Zhiyuan sat up slowly, moved his feet to the floor, and stood up with the ladder to the upper bunk.

Wen Cun hasn't woken up yet, sleeping like a pig while hugging the quilt on his side, Fang Zhiyuan didn't turn on the light, and in the current season, the dormitory is already very bright at 05:30.

He quietly changed his clothes, pants and shoes, made the bed, and walked to the bathroom.

When the faucet was just turned on, there was an obvious gurgling sound, which was quite loud, and Fang Zhiyuan was taken aback. He immediately pressed both hands on the faucet, and after pressing down the sound, he began to wash his face and brush his teeth.

When Wen Cun woke up, Fang Zhiyuan had already left.

Morning self-study at 50:[-], Wen Cun usually gets up at [-]:[-].He kicked on his clothes and pants with both hands and feet, and rushed to the wash room at a speed of [-] meters. After a while, he walked back backwards.

He stared at Fang Zhiyuan's bed with wide eyes, and after a while, he said two words, "...Fuck me!"

Wen Cun touched the edges and corners of the quilt with his hands, and the look in his eyes was beyond description.

This is beyond what tofu cubes can describe... They have all evolved into bricks...

It was the first time he had seen someone who could make Xia Liang's quilt look like a cube. How busy is this?Have you trained specifically?

Wen Cun turned his head to look at his bed that looked like a pig's nest, stared at Fang Zhiyuan's bed for a while, and then sat down on it.

It's quite soft.

Wen Cun pressed down with his butt again, and looked at his watch along the way, then his body suddenly bounced up, and his head directly hit the bed, making a painful sound.

"Ah—fuck—" Wen Cun screamed, covered his head, and ran out with his schoolbag.

It's gonna be late, it's gonna be late, it's gonna be late, it's gonna be late!

After Wen Cun rushed to the classroom, the next second the bell for morning self-study rang in the corridor. He lay down on the table as if exhausted, panting heavily.

Liu Xu turned his head and glanced at him when he heard the movement, and then couldn't hold back his joy.

"Laughing fart." Wen Cun said with an unhappy face.

"Laugh at you." Liu Xu mouthed back to him.

Wen Cun picked up a book casually and threw it over his head, then didn't bother to talk to him, lay down on the table for a while and felt that his breathing was even, then took out his phone and started playing games again.

He has been stuck in the first level for a long time, and there are not enough stars to jump through the level, so he can't pass.

Oh what an annoyance.

The early self-study was Chinese, the teacher arranged a lot of reciting classical Chinese and typed it on the big screen, Wen Cun stared at those topics for a long time—or lost his mind for a long time.

He hasn't understood the meaning of learning classical Chinese since junior high school, he doesn't do archaeology, and he doesn't travel through time, so what's the point of learning this language?Is it possible to talk to Confucius all night in a dream?It's understandable to learn English to be able to pick up foreign girls, but he told ghosts when he learned this kind of classical Chinese?

So every time he went to Chinese morning self-study, his mobile phone battery was used up very fast, and the power bank couldn't save it.

Xiaoxiaole bought a lot of hearts yesterday, and now there are more than 100, which is enough for him to play for a morning self-study, Wen Cun bit his lip, if he can't pass this level, he will uninstall this game.

But today's game may have taken drugs. When he just used his first heart, that level passed.

It passed!

What the hell!

It passed!

first heart!

Wen Cun stared at the phone with excitement for a long time. After realizing that his image was a little silly, he put on an extremely serious expression in the next second, and secretly laughed in his heart.

Fang Zhiyuan glanced at him like an idiot, opened the book and glanced at the contents, then fell asleep on the table.

With the lesson of math class, Wen Cun dare not sleep anymore, if he is caught by the Chinese teacher to recite the text, he will be done playing, the Chinese teacher's water cannon, I really want to kill his mother with a cannonball.

The morning self-study was less than an hour, and the time passed relatively quickly. Wen Cun felt that he rang the bell after playing a few levels of match [-] games. The people who went to the cafeteria to grab food rushed out of the door in an instant, and the classroom was more than half empty. .

Ugh.

Wen Cun sighed, if they can run at this speed in the sports meeting, the 51-hundred-meter champion will not have to worry.

In the classroom, there were only Wen Cun and a few girls left at the same table. Fang Zhiyuan was still sleeping as if he hadn't heard the bell for the end of get out of class.Wen Cun couldn't help calling out, "Hey, aren't you going to eat?"

"Well, no." Fang Zhiyuan buried his head in his arms and said.

"Fuck, you haven't slept." Wen Cun was startled.

"..." Fang Zhiyuan looked up at Wen Cun, "No."

"Oh... I saw you lying on the ground all morning and thought you were asleep."

Fang Zhiyuan pointed his finger down, and said expressionlessly, "Thanks to you, my stomach hurts."

Wen Cun raised his eyebrows. Just when he was about to say something, the phone in his hand vibrated suddenly. He frowned obviously when he saw the caller, and answered the phone.

"Hello? What's the matter?"

"....are you in the school."

"Hmm." Wen Cun had obvious disgust and impatience on his face - he rarely showed this kind of expression to others.

"I just called to tell you... He knows about our past together..."

"And then?" Wen Cun grinned ironically.

"Well... Anyway, you should be more careful these days..."

Wen Cun was stunned for a while, and after realizing it, he became amused, "You mean your boyfriend found out about his current girlfriend's ex-boyfriend, and wanted to take revenge? Then you told your ex-boyfriend about it thoughtfully? "

"What do you mean by being gentle? I kindly remind you of your attitude."

"No attitude." The smile on Wen Cun's face faded away, and his tone became visibly colder, "Han Jiahui, you were the one who proposed that we be together, and you were the one who cheated first, what do you think of your current little boy?" What right does a friend have to trouble me?"

"Also, just let him come and find it."

After finishing speaking, Wen Cun directly hung up the phone, threw the phone aside, and kicked it on his desk.

Fang Zhiyuan straightened his waist and looked at him with a frown.

"What are you looking at!" Wen Cun said fiercely.

Fang Zhiyuan was silent for a while, then sighed and said, "I see that your seal is black."

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