self-deprecating

Han Zizhou's cold got better very quickly, and he was almost healed in three or four days, except for the occasional nasal sound when he spoke, which was muffled.

Friday, the last day before the physics competition exam.

Gu Ze refused Han Zizhou's make-up lunch break, took him to the fifth floor, and pressed his head to make him take a nap.

There are few people on the fifth floor, and few people pass by the corner of the classroom. Gu Ze wants him to have a good rest.

Han Zizhou is actually very hard. He has to give lectures on the content of the class, and there is a physics competition in the evening.

When people are stressed, they lose weight.Gu Ze looked at Han Zizhou lying on the table, his small face seemed to have lost weight.

Even though the two of them stay together every day, Gu Ze still feels that he has lost weight.

There is also a faint bruise under the eyes, and he hasn't had a good rest for a long time.

Every time Gu Ze finished the exam, he always heard someone say that Han Zizhou was very smart, had a high IQ, and had a good brain, which is why he got such good grades in the exam.

Han Zizhou is indeed very smart, but Han Zizhou also works very hard. He doesn't rest until early in the morning every day. The practice questions he has written one by one are piled up on the table. No one else knows, but Gu Ze knows it very well.

Han Zizhou fell asleep quickly, lying on the table and breathing evenly.

Gu Ze propped his chin and tilted his head to look at him.

The trees outside the window are very tall, and it is said that they were planted when the school was founded.Now there are only sparsely withered leaves hanging on the tree, and a few sparrows are jumping around on the branches.

He was wearing an off-white sweater, a blue and white school uniform jacket, and a black coat on his shoulders. The warm winter sun shone on Han Zizhou's body through the dead branches, and the halo painted a golden picture on his body. picture.

Dust danced in the air, leaping up the ends of his hair, turning into streamers of gold.

Gu Ze sometimes thinks that Han Zizhou is so good that they are not in the same way at all, as if they are walking their own Yangguan roads and single-plank bridges, even if they are parallel, they will not intersect.

Sometimes I feel that Han Zizhou is a god who went down to the earth to endure calamities, and then turned around and bumped into himself, a monster.

But judging by his appearance, he must be a vixen.

Gu Ze thought about it and made himself laugh.

Gu Ze twirled Han Zizhou's upturned hair, thinking that this must be the desecration of the immortals...

Han Zizhou didn't know what Gu Ze had done at all, but he slept all afternoon and woke up in a good mood, unlike Gu Ze, who felt angry when he was woken up.

I looked at my watch, there were still ten minutes to go to class.

"How is the writing?" Han Zizhou asked while lying on the table.

Gu Ze looked at his exercise book and didn't write much...

Watching Han Zizhou sleep for a long time...

"It's okay." Gu Ze's Adam's apple rolled up and down.

"Let me take a look." Han Zizhou sat up and brought Gu Ze's exercise book in front of him, "It took you more than an hour to write two pages of questions? Do you not understand this knowledge point? Do you think it is a bit difficult?"

"……no."

"Then why did you only write so much? Did you take a nap?" Han Zizhou asked.

"...Neither."

Han Zizhou was puzzled now, the usual speed is not so fast...

"What's going on? You usually solve the questions faster than this?"

Gu Ze: "..."

Silence is today's No. [-] Middle School.

Gu Ze didn't speak, but Han Zizhou looked at him suspiciously.

Gu Ze paused, and spit out four words: "Beauty, color, mistake, and person."

Han Zizhou:? ? ?

"Where does the beauty come from?"

Gu Ze choked up, and suddenly a few sparrows passed by the window, "Sparrows. The sparrows at school are so cute, I just looked at them for a while..."

Han Zizhou's thinking ability was completely released...

Did Gu Ze study too hard these two days, so he looked at the sparrow to relax?Otherwise take a break this week...

"Gu Ze, there is no make-up class this weekend, you should take a break."

Although he didn't know what the logic was, Gu Ze looked at Han Zizhou's thin and pointed chin, and thought it would be good to let him rest.

"Okay, you also rest on weekends."

The two of them made a happy decision like this.

The test center for Saturday's physics competition exam was set up in No. [-] Middle School, and Han Zizhou was naturally happy to see the results. Familiar places are better than unfamiliar places.

Gu Ze sent him a message in the morning, it was nothing serious, so he asked if he got up?Did you have breakfast?

Han Zizhou felt that Gu Ze was very careful. In fact, he probably wanted to ask about the exam, but he was afraid of making himself nervous, so he just sent some other questions to ask how he was doing?

Careful and kind of cute.

Ms. Li and Mr. Han were at home this week, and Han Zizhou came down with his schoolbag when eating in the morning.

Ms. Li asked, "Why did you come down with your schoolbag on your back?"

How did you say it yourself?It seems to say: "I'm going to take the physics competition exam."

Ms. Li and Mr. Han nodded, and said perfunctorily, "Come on."

……

Well, in fact, they don't really care about their test scores.

Ms. Li said since she was a child that her son only needs to be good-looking, and he can find a beautiful and capable daughter-in-law in the future.

Probably the so-called beauty and justice.

Looking at the layout of the examination room downstairs, Han Zizhou entered the examination room to find his seat.There are familiar faces in the classroom, most of them are people who took the competition class together, and the teacher probably divided the examination room according to the school.

The person sitting in the back row was called He Kuang. Han Zizhou thought about it. His mother was a physics teacher in the third year of the school.

They were all acquaintances, Han Zizhou didn't speak, but nodded his head as a greeting.

He Kuang just glanced at him, showing a trace of dissatisfaction and hostility, that's how Han Zizhou felt.

A little uncomfortable……

There is a saying in the ancients that "literati look down on each other". It is estimated that He Kuang had this idea, after all, everyone is a competitor.Han Zizhou didn't think it was a big deal, so he put it behind him.

After taking the physics competition for two hours, the doors and windows of the winter classroom were closed, and it was dry and airtight. Han Zizhou was dizzy and had a fever in his cheeks, obviously lack of oxygen.

After handing in the papers with great difficulty, Han Zizhou felt much more comfortable with his dazed head when he left the classroom.

I don't know how well I answered, and I didn't have time to read the last question.Han Zizhou comforted himself in his heart, it's nothing, nothing, we will fight again next year.

Then he rode his bicycle back home.

When Ms. Li saw him enter the house, she urged him to change clothes.

"Your Uncle Zhang wants to have dinner with us. Hurry up and change your clothes. Make yourself look better. Don't lower the value of our family."

Han Zizhou was pushed upstairs, still wondering, which Uncle Zhang is this?

In line with the basic principle of not lowering the average appearance of the family, Han Zizhou rummaged through the closet and found a shirt to put on. This is enough attention...

When they went downstairs, Ms. Li and Mr. Han were waiting in the living room.

"Son, you really inherited my looks." Ms. Li smiled like a little flower.

"Okay, let's go now, I'm going to drive." Seeing that his son was ready, Han Cong left the house to drive.

Ms. Li took her son's arm and walked out happily.

After sitting in the car, Han Zizhou remembered to ask again, "Which Uncle Zhang is Uncle Zhang?"

"It's the one who lived next door to ours when you were young, and their family has also moved here. Why don't you want us to have dinner together?" Han Cong said casually while driving the car.

Han Zizhou didn't say anything, but he still thought silently in his heart that he moved too many times when he was a child, and he really couldn't remember which Uncle Zhang it was.But it's just a meal together, it's not a big deal, if you can't remember it, you can't remember it...

After entering the restaurant box, the middle-aged man sitting in the middle immediately stood up, "Old Han, sit down quickly."

"Long time no see!" Han Cong took two steps forward and shook hands with him.

"Come on, this is your Uncle Zhang, your Aunt Li." Han Zizhou was dragged to identify him.

"Hello, Uncle Zhang, and Aunt Li." Han Zizhou greeted with a smile.

"Yo, Zizhou has grown so big, not bad, not bad, he looks quite handsome." Uncle Zhang said with a smile, and pointed to the girl next to him, "This is my daughter, Zhang Boya."

"Hello Uncle Han, Aunt Li, Brother Zhouzhou." Zhang Boya greeted with a smile.

Han Cong and Ms. Li naturally responded with praise, but Han Zizhou felt that the corners of his mouth were a little stiff, what a boat!Just call the name...

It's sticky and greasy, why does it sound so uncomfortable, but Gu Ze called it nice.

Everyone was seated, and the waiters filed to serve the dishes.

Han Cong smiled, "Sorry, I'm a bit late today, my son is busy with the exam today, so he just finished the exam."

"Yeah, Zizhou has participated in the competition. It's very good. I heard that his academic performance is also very good." Aunt Li said with a smile, "Unlike our Yaya, her academic performance is not very good, but she has been learning to dance. In the future, I can also take the artistic route.”

"How great it is to learn to dance. It's good for a girl to learn to dance. Yaya is so good-looking and can dance. I want such a daughter." Ms. Li naturally praised her not to be outdone.

Han Zizhou ate food in silence, you don't want, you don't want a daughter, and I don't want a younger sister...

The adults had a heated chat, and Han Zizhou silently acted as a vase, responsible for looking good without talking.

"Son, why don't you and your sister talk to each other? It's just us grown-ups who have a good chat. When you were young, you played house together. You've grown up to be shy."

"Oh, the kids have ideas when they grow up, so we adults don't care about them. The young people exchange WeChat, QQ or something, and they chat very well." Aunt Li smiled and patted Zhang Boya on the shoulder.

Han Zizhou smiled politely, and didn't really want to exchange WeChat.

"Well, Zhang Boya and I can exchange wechat messages. If you have any problems with your studies in the future, you can come to me."

After finishing speaking, Han Zizhou nodded to Zhang Boya.

Zhang Boya smiled shyly, "Okay, thank you Brother Zhouzhou."

"..." Han Zizhou: I don't really want to talk.

After a meal, the guests and the host had a good time, and the six people left the restaurant and went back to their respective homes.

Han Zizhou didn't mention the WeChat thing, and planned to leave just like that.Unexpectedly, Zhang Boya approached him with his mobile phone, "Brother Zhou Zhou, can I scan your WeChat QR code?"

With a stiff face, Han Zizhou handed her the QR code of his mobile phone.

"How old are you?"

"I'm in the first year of high school this year, one year younger than you, Brother Zhou Zhou." Zhang Boya said while fiddling with WeChat.

"Can you stop calling me 'Brother Zhouzhou'?"

"why?"

Han Zizhou forced a smile from his stiff face, "Call me by name, Han Zizhou."

"...Okay then." Zhang Boya blinked his innocent eyes, and ran away disappointed.

After getting in the car, Ms. Li smiled at her son, "Son, what do you think of Sister Yaya? It's pretty good, she looks good and can dance. I think it's pretty good, although not as good as you."

"..." In fact, the last sentence is unnecessary.

When Han Zizhou thought of Zhang Boya, it was the sticky "Brother Zhou Zhou", which made people feel uncomfortable.

"It's not good, I don't like it, cute."

"What can girls do if they are not delicate?" Ms. Li gave him a blank look.

"Anyway, it's not very good."

"However, Uncle Zhang seems to be planning to send her to No. [-] Middle School. You will be alumni in the future." Mr. Han said.

...is not a very beautiful thing.

Han Zizhou simply shut up.

When Gu Ze called him "Zhou Zhou", it wasn't so offensive, and it sounded nice. Gu Ze also called him "Brother", although he didn't hear it clearly, but it also sounded nice.

Han Zizhou compared it in his heart, and suddenly he missed Gu Ze a little bit, but he didn't make up lessons at night...

He gave the stupid Gu Ze a vacation.

The author has something to say: Thank you everyone.