This abuse article is sweet [Quick Transmigration]

Time is a magical thing.

When you are in a hurry to urinate in class, 1 minute can be fatally long, but when you look back, you find that many days have passed before you know it.

When he saw the red and bold "182" on the countdown next to the blackboard, Qin Ge was still a little dazed.

The squad leader took the tip of a pink chalk and wrote big characters on the blackboard - the half-year mobilization meeting for the countdown to the college entrance examination.

Qin Ge glanced at it, then lowered his head and took out his phone. Like a thief, he clicked on the calendar. The number 7 in December was marked with a blue circle, which is today's date.

Tomorrow is his and Shen Ye's birthdays.

Qin Ge has lived for thousands of years, and this is the first time he sincerely looks forward to his birthday, hoping that he can grow into a biological adult in this world——

For the kind of adult who loves to clap his hands and not be caught by the police uncle.

The familiar sound of high heels stepped onto the podium, Qin Ge shook his head, shaking off the yellow waste from his head, put his phone in his pocket, and raised his head.

Teacher Yang stood on the podium and looked behind him at the blackboard that had just been rushed to work. Qin Ge also looked along.

Seeing this, Qin Ge couldn't help laughing, and turned his head to complain to Shen Ye in a low voice, "The class monitor's drawing skills are also excellent, and the kindergarten class is better than him."

Outside a line of large pink characters on the blackboard, a yellow circle was circled, and two birds were painted on top of the head very perfunctorily, the kind of bird composed of two circles and two triangles.

Shen Ye also smiled, "Mid shift."

Ever since Shen Ye personally praised Qin Ge that day, he no longer wrote everything with a pen as before, but tried to speak with his mouth.

Although it was really difficult to do it, and it was often sweaty forehead to say a simple word, but Qin Ge was still very happy every time.

Wen Yang, Li Xuan and Qin Ge are highly unified in this matter. As long as Shen Ye can open his mouth to speak, no matter what he says, even if it is a simple "good", they can praise "awesome" first, and then Only to continue with the following topic.

Sure enough, after hearing the two words Shen Ye said, Qin Ge's eyes lit up, "It's amazing!"

Wen Yang also turned his head and gave a thumbs up, "Excellent!"

Shen Ye wanted to laugh a little, every time this happened, he felt like a little kid learning to speak, Qin Ge and the others were like an old father, very kind.

But more of it is warmth, the kind of warmth that will be praised even for the smallest things, as if soaking in a honeypot every day.

"But to be honest," Wen Yang said, "I think you both flatter the monitor too much. What about the big class and the middle class? When I was in the small class, I knew that a bird must have two fucking wings. The monitor is drawing a chicken!"

The last sentence probably meant that Wen Yang didn't control the volume well. The class wasn't noisy at first, and everyone was staring at the blackboard, so the whole class heard "The class leader drew a chicken", and suddenly broke out. There was a burst of wild laughter.

Teacher Yang also laughed, not sure if he was talking to himself or telling everyone, "I just said that after looking at it for a long time, I always feel that this bird doesn't look right..."

The students laughed louder, and even excitedly patted the table and stomped their feet.

Sitting at the front of the first row and drawing chickens, the squad leader himself was too happy to lie on the table and couldn't get up.

"Okay," Teacher Yang tapped the podium with the book, "Put it away, and laugh so hard that the roof will fall off."

The class gradually quieted down, but if you look over, you can see that everyone's head is buried in the table hole, and their shoulders are shaking non-stop. People who don't know this can watch their class collectively convulse.

Qin Ge also lay on Shen Ye's shoulder and wiped away his tears with a smile.

It was so interesting when I was in school. No matter what was said, as long as one person in the class laughed, it would always drive the whole class to laugh like clockwork.

After another 2 minutes, the clockwork finally stopped.

Teacher Yang cleared his throat, picked up the scroll on the podium, and pointed to the countdown next to the blackboard, "182 days, rounded up to half a year, today, during the class meeting, let's play an old-fashioned game Bar…"

While talking, Teacher Yang took out a transparent plastic paper bag from the book. Inside was a pile of colorful square paper, which looked a bit like the kind used for handicrafts in elementary school art classes.

"You can distribute it to everyone." Teacher Yang opened the plastic paper bag, took out the colored paper inside and handed it to the monitor, "One piece for each person."

While the class monitor posted it, Teacher Yang said, "Although this game is quite old-fashioned, I still think it is very meaningful. After everyone gets the paper, write down their current dreams on the paper, not limited to studying, but also There can be more than one, as long as it is what you really want now, you can write it. After you finish writing..."

Before Teacher Yang finished speaking, the students below were already restless.

"Ah, that's what I guessed. Does it have to be posted on the back wall after finishing writing..."

"I guess it's swapping with the same table, and look at the gap between people..."

"It may also be sent to us after the college entrance examination. Isn't it popular to write something like "to myself in a few years"..."

……

Teacher Yang patiently listened to the following guesses one by one, and then smiled, "You all guessed wrong. After you write it, you don't need to post it or show it to anyone. You can fold it into a paper airplane and see it from the window." Just fly out."

Everyone in the class was stunned, and Qin Ge also looked at Teacher Yang in surprise. What he thought earlier was almost the same as what the others had guessed. He folded it into a paper airplane and flew out, which is considered to be such a clichéd game. Come up with an innovation.

Thinking of this, the squad leader just sent the paper to them.

"Hey wait a minute," Wen Yang held a piece of pink paper and said, "Can you change it for me? This color is too... tender."

The squad leader glanced at Wen Yang who was wearing a pink T-shirt under his school uniform, and couldn't figure out what kind of psychology he had in asking this question, but he still looked down at the remaining paper in his hand.

Unfortunately, Teacher Yang probably prepared just the right paper, and there were only two blue ones left in his hand, which he planned to send to Qin Ge and Shen Ye.

The squad leader was a little embarrassed, and was about to speak, when Qin Ge stretched out his hand to Wen Yang, "Okay, I'll change with you."

Wen Yang happily handed the pink paper to Qin Ge, and took a blue paper from the monitor.

After the squad leader left, Qin Ge kicked Wen Yang's stool, "Thank you, for letting Shen Ye and I use a pair to fight like this."

"Come on," Wen Yang said, "Stop being so sentimental, I really don't like pink."

"Ah," Qin Ge was shocked, "Why do you wear a pink T-shirt every day if you don't like pink?"

Wen Yang paused for a moment without turning his head, but Qin Ge saw that his ears were red, "Shao, brother Shao said I look good in pink..."

Qin Ge let out a "tsk", turned to look at Shen Ye, and joked, "What color do I look best in?"

Shen Ye didn't know what he thought of, his eyes were a little wandering, his cheeks and ears were red, but he didn't stutter at all, "It looks better without clothes."

Wen Yang heard it from ahead, and almost spit out the sip of water he just drank.

Qin Ge rubbed his ears, this guy is really unpredictable when he hits a straight ball!

I used to write better before, but now I can speak, coupled with Shen Ye's hoarse voice...

"Hold!"

Qin Ge cursed in a low voice, he couldn't think about it, and if he thought about it, he was afraid he would raise his hands on the spot.

Shen Ye was probably shy too, after saying this, he turned his head away from Qin Ge, took a pencil and stared at the paper on the table in a daze.

Qin Ge was also a little dazed, lying on the table with one arm under his pillow, and unconsciously writing on the paper with a pen.

Teacher Yang said, now you can write whatever you really want...

want, want, want...

The more Qin Ge stopped himself from thinking about it, the more his mind turned against him. All that emerged in front of him were Shen Ye's face, Shen Ye's collarbone, Shen Ye's Adam's apple, Shen Ye's mermaid line, Shen Ye's Legs, and Shen Ye's low panting when he couldn't stand being teased by him...

"Is it finished?"

Teacher Yang's voice suddenly sounded, and Qin Ge lost his pen in shock, got up and looked at the paper on the table.

After taking a look, Qin Ge heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, only the name of Shen Ye is full, and the details are not written.

"Fold it into an airplane after writing it," Teacher Yang continued, "I know how to fold an airplane, right? If you don't know it, ask your deskmate..."

The students below were all blown up again, "Come on, I'll teach anyone who doesn't know how to fight. I can fold both wings and fight!"

"You can also find me! When I was a child, I was called the little overlord of the airplane, the one that flies the farthest!"

……

Qin Ge smiled, while casually folding the paper in his hand to fold up the plane, he leaned over to see what dream Shen Ye had written.

Shen Ye seems to have written quite a lot, and when he glanced at him from the corner of the eye, it seems that he has not stopped writing.

"What kind of dream?" Qin Ge said, "Write it like this..."

Before the word "many" was uttered, Shen Ye suddenly covered the paper with his hand. Qin Ge only had time to see a corner. It seemed that it was not a word, but a painting, but he couldn't see exactly what was drawn, because Shen Ye moved. Move your arms, cover tightly.

"Yo," Qin Ge became a little interested, and raised his eyebrows, "won't you let me see?"

Shen Ye shook his head, pursed his lips, "Secret."

"Is it all folded?" Teacher Yang's voice sounded again, "Now that it's folded, come one by one, Qin Ge, open the window..."

Being called by name suddenly, Qin Ge stood up and opened the window without having time to ask any more questions.

"Okay," Teacher Yang said, "let's start from the group by the window. I'll count one, two, three, and you all fly the paper airplanes in your hands!"

Qin Ge glanced at Shen Ye. Shen Ye had just put down his pen and began to fold in a hurry.

"one--"

"two--"

"three--"

When the final sound of "three" fell, Shen Ye just stopped, and folded out an ugly plane with one wing broken off on one side.

Shen Ye looked at Qin Ge, the kid was leaning against the bed, holding a beautiful pink paper airplane, and smiling at him.

"Take off!" Qin Ge said.

After the words fell, the paper airplanes of the two shot together and flew out along the window sill.

At the same time, paper airplanes of other students around me flew out.

Pink, blue, yellow, green, red...

Colorful and colorful.

Colorful planes collided in the air and fell again. Some flew very far and hit the big tree in the fence, while others were very close and fell to the ground as soon as they got out, such as Shen Ye's little one. blue.

Accompanied by the paper airplanes flying together, there were screams and whistles from the students.

Among these noisy voices, there is another one that is not so noisy and even a little gentle. It is the voice of Teacher Yang, "Students, no matter what your dreams are, I sincerely hope that they can break through like the planes in your hands. The wind meets the sky!"

Immediately afterwards, someone laughed, "Then I'm finished, my dream was killed just as soon as it took off."

"Hahahaha, my dream is not afraid of being killed, I just want to be a salted fish!"

Amidst the noise, the school bell rang. Teacher Yang looked at the students who were still crowding around the window and looked out, and walked out of the classroom with a smile.

"Let's go," Wen Yang threw his schoolbag on his back, "Go eat."

When the three of them went out, Li Xuan was already waiting downstairs like every day.

Seeing them come out, Li Xuan casually picked up a paper airplane from the ground, "Damn it, why don't you let yourself fly here?"

"p," Qin Ge laughed, "We call it Flying Dreams!"

"Score 600 in the college entrance examination!" Li Xuan took apart the paper airplane in his hand, and read along, "Amazing, you have ambition!"

There were still students in the class who heard it, regardless of whether they recognized Li Xuan or not, so they shouted, "Don't read it, hey, even if you read it, don't read it out, it won't work if you read it out!"

"Hi," Li Xuan smiled, "You think the wishing pool here is not working anymore."

While speaking, Li Xuan's eyes were still fixed on the paper airplane on the ground. Suddenly, he ran to the corner, picked up a small blue airplane that had fallen horribly, and said while tearing it apart, "Who folded this so well?" ..."

Before the word "ugly" could be uttered, Li Xuan was stunned when he saw what was on the paper.

"Qin...Qin Ge," Li Xuan raised his head and looked at Qin Ge in a daze, "Aren't you writing about your dreams?"

"Yes," Qin Ge nodded, "What's the matter?"

"Then why is there a picture of you on it?"

The author has something to say: Thanks to "blue" and "Yinzhihua" for the cute nutrient solution~

Tell me, who drew it!

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