Transfer Students

After the routine flag-raising ceremony on Monday, in front of all the teachers and students of the school, Chen Ming read a [-]-word self-criticism, admitting that all the rumors about transfer students were maliciously slandered behind his back.

The school leaders severely criticized this behavior and notified Chen Ming to stay in school for probation.

When he started routinely instilling chicken soup for the soul, no one on the playground was listening. Everyone was whispering, obviously more interested in Pei Yu.

When the meeting adjourned, almost everyone in the school knew a fact: the transfer student who was splashed with dirty water in class (2) of senior three was a handsome guy.

The public opinion and atmosphere inside and outside the class have completely changed. Although there will still be all kinds of eyes on him, Pei Yu can feel that they are more of curiosity and scrutiny, and there is no such biting malice anymore.

He knew that Lu Shaohang contributed a lot.

On the way back to class, he called to stop Lu Shaohang: "I'll treat you at noon, let's have a meal together."

"Fuck, it's done!" Han Zhe looked surprised, "Should I also invite you? I have made several trips to the Academic Affairs Office for your business!"

"Of course," Pei Yu nodded, "Let's go together."

Jiang Le laughed and said, "Then I'm not going to be polite."

Lu Shaohang stood beside him with his hands in his pockets, the zipper of his school uniform pulled up to the top, the tip of his chin buried in the poked collar, looking like he didn't want to talk to anyone.

"I won't go, you can do whatever you want."

When he was done, he turned and walked away.

"Huh?" Han Zhe looked at him strangely, then at Pei Yu, wondering, "Are you two fighting again?"

Pei Yu shook his head, looking at Lu Shaohang's back in a daze.

Jiang Le caught up with Lu Shaohang, puzzled and said: "What's the matter? Pei Yu, a person who hasn't been in the cafeteria for ten thousand years, is so rare to ask for a meal. Why don't you go?"

Lu Shaohang bit the zipper and didn't want to answer.

At noon, he simply lay down on the table and pretended to be asleep. Han Zhe and Jiang Le didn't know whether to call him or not.

"Why don't we talk about the treat for another day?"

Pei Yu glanced at the back of Lu Shaohang's head, and still picked up the meal card: "Let's go, I will invite him alone next time."

Apart from playing basketball, the three of them only talked about Lu Shaohang in common, so they naturally talked about Lu Shaohang's recent abnormalities, and that raccoon cat named Xiaoguai.

"How about we make a bet?" Han Zhe blinked, "I bet that cat must be an excuse for him to fool us, Shaohang will definitely fall in love."

"Then I bet—" Jiang Le thought for a while, "That cat is a pet he raised with his girlfriend."

Pei Yu almost choked on the rice.

Han Zhe stared at Jiang Le: "No way! Don't you mean to bet with me?"

"Then what should we do?" Jiang Le looked innocent, "That's what I think."

Han Zhe turned his attention to Pei Yu again: "What are you betting on?"

"I?"

Pei Yu was stunned for a moment, seeing that they were both staring at him with great interest, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "I bet it's a lucky stray cat."

"That's fine, whoever loses the bet at that time will be treated!" Han Zhe paused, and then added, "You can do your homework as well."

Pei Yu smiled, and asked Lu Shaohang if he also went to feed the cat after school last Friday night. Han Zhe nodded and said, "Yes, I rushed out after class. I ran so fast. If it wasn't for dating, I would With your last name."

Pei Yu: "...No need."

After a meal, the atmosphere was more relaxed than expected. When talking about the two unpleasant intersections during the summer vacation, several people even laughed.

When he walked out of the cafeteria, Han Zhe had already put Pei Yu's shoulders in a familiar way, calling out "God Pei" one after another.

Pei Yu asked the two of them to go back to the classroom first, and then went to the canteen to buy some food for Lu Shaohang to carry back.

Liu Jiayang, the sports committee member, was on the podium mobilizing everyone to participate in the upcoming autumn sports meeting. The class was noisy, and Lu Shaohang lay there with his school uniform covering his head, with the words "Don't mess with me" written all over his body.

Pei Yu pulled off his school uniform and put the bag on the table: "I bought it for you."

"I don't eat snacks." Lu Shaohang threw the things back.

"Really?" Pei Yu reminded with great interest, "Who got a stomachache from eating snacks last time?"

Lu Shaohang said angrily, "Quit, can't you?"

Pei Yu lowered his gaze, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I was late last Friday, did you wait for a long time..."

"I didn't go that day," Lu Shaohang immediately interrupted him, "The problem you mentioned doesn't exist at all."

Pei Yu stared at him fixedly, and didn't continue talking. Lu Shaohang's various reactions were enough to explain the problem.

Lu Shaohang was seen feeling uncomfortable. In fact, from that night onwards, he was upset throughout the weekend.

It's not that he minds Pei Yu's sexual orientation. To be precise, it's not only because of this unexpected discovery, but also because he can't figure out why his first reaction is to run away.

This is clearly not his style.

The tormenting sight was still there, he slapped the table and stood up abruptly.

There was a moment of silence in the classroom, and the front row all cast their gazes at him. Liu Jiayang also suddenly slapped the table, rushed down from the podium, flew to him, and grabbed his hand affectionately.

"Brother Hang! From now on, you will be my real brother! Don't worry, I will serve you like a horse on the day of the competition!"

Lu Shaohang frowned and said, "What are you doing?"

Liu Jia pushed forward, hugged his arm tightly, and sent radio waves with a flattering smile on his face: "3000-meter long-distance race! It's so decided, you will be in our class. I asked around just now, and none of them said anything." , at the critical moment, our brother Hang is reliable and willing to step forward."

"I..." Lu Shaohang glanced at his side subconsciously, the words that he originally refused turned around in his throat, and when he said it, it became "Yes".

"Brother Hang is awesome, come and kiss me!" Liu Jiayang pouted exaggeratedly, and Lu Shaohang slapped him away with a look of disgust, "Stay away from me."

Liu Jiayang stood up immediately, and filled in the registration form with Lu Shaohang's name respectfully.

After finishing writing, he looked at Pei Yu again and asked tentatively, "Is there any event you want to apply for? The third grade will not participate in next year's spring sports meeting. This is our last sports meeting before the college entrance examination."

Pei Yu said: "Please help me report the 100 meters, thank you."

"no problem!"

Liu Jiayang was very happy. In previous years, no one signed up for the track and field events in the sports meeting, and the school had hard targets. He could only ask for this and that just like his grandson.This year is really lucky, even the most persuasive 3000 meters can be easily done.

Pei Yu asked: "Has the race schedule come out? How are the 100 meters and 3000 meters arranged?"

"Let me take a look," Liu Jiayang opened the notice document in his hand and said while looking for it: "The sports meeting is held from Wednesday to Friday, and the track and field events are all on the last day. The 100 meters are in the morning, and the 3000 meters...in the afternoon. The event is the 800-meter relay."

"Thank you," Pei Yu turned to Lu Shaohang and said, "Is it better?"

Liu Jiayang looked at the two of them in confusion.

Lu Shaohang said decisively: "Compare, of course we must."

"That's okay," Pei Yu said to Liu Jiayang again, "100 meters, report it to him too."

"Ah?" Liu Jiayang blinked, and looked at Lu Shaohang strangely, "This..."

"Write it down." Lu Shaohang dropped two words, turned and left the classroom.

Ye Sijia turned her head from the front row and asked Pei Yu curiously, "What's the matter with you two? Are you arguing again?"

"No," Pei Yu stuffed the snack bag into Lu Shaohang's desk, and said with a faint smile, "He's shy."

At the opening ceremony of the sports meeting on Wednesday, all grades paraded in a square formation. The first and second grade teams were full of tricks. Some cosplayed in the whole class, and some girls wore suits and boys wore cheongsams. It seems that the specially invited actors in the TV series are just here to show their faces, and the enthusiasm is not high.

Class 2 (2) of senior high school is not bad, the clothes are uniform custom-made white T-shirts, with the words "Class [-] must win" printed on the back.

Although it looks simple, it has an advantage—you don’t have to worry about finding the base camp of your class when you come back from the toilet. The playground is colorful, and the only thing that is white is their class.

On the first day, the freshness was still there, and there was almost no one in the class camp, and they were all wandering around in the playground.Later, everyone sat in small groups to gossip and chat, and was urged by the propaganda committee, so they wrote two perfunctory cheers and sent them to the rostrum for broadcast.

Lu Shaohang sat in the crowd and played with his mobile phone. After playing a game, he turned his head and moved his neck, only to find that there was no one around at some point, and only Pei Yu was sitting behind him on the right and writing.

As if sensing something, Pei Yu suddenly raised his head and met Lu Shaohang's eyes that had not yet retracted.

Lu Shaohang got up reflexively to leave, so he heard Pei Yu ask indifferently: "If the track for our race is next to each other tomorrow, how will you hide?"

He stopped immediately and turned his head stiffly: "Who is hiding?"

Pei Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, but said nothing.

Lu Shaohang sat back down again, with a hint of embarrassment that had been punctured on his face.

He also couldn't figure out what he was thinking, but every time he saw Pei Yu in the past two days, the scene he saw that night would appear in his mind.

I have to admit, a little awkward, a little disturbed, simply out of sight.

But Pei Yu's calm tone and expression just now inexplicably poked his sore feet, so he sat there resentfully, like an eminent monk who had entered a state of trance, and didn't want to get up until after school in the evening.

Probably because he sat in the cold air for too long, he ran to the toilet all night after returning home, which caused him to be in a very bad state the next day, and he could feel the low air pressure on his body ten meters away.

Because both Pei Yu and Lu Shaohang were shortlisted for the 100-meter final, class teacher Zhao Min brought the whole class to cheer them on, and many people wanted to see what the transfer student who made such a big fuss at the beginning of school looked like. , so the two sides of the short [-]-meter track are crowded with three floors inside and three floors outside, which is more lively than in previous years.

The contestants warmed up one after another, and when Lu Shaohang appeared with a cold and handsome face, it caused a small commotion.

"Hey, people are more angry than people," Han Zhe put one hand on Jiang Le's shoulders, and sighed, "Look at it, Shaohang's face is about to droop to the ground, these little girls still like it Jumping, if he smiles, they will not go to heaven."

Jiang Le laughed: "You have to say this every year at the sports meeting. Hasn't he been a school grass since junior high school? Are you still not used to it?"

Before Han Zhe opened his mouth, he heard a burst of praise from the surroundings, such as "so handsome" and "I can". He saw that Pei Yu had come and stood beside Lu Shaohang.

Lu Shaohang's complexion was even worse than before. He put his hands on his hips and said "crow's mouth" angrily when he moved his ankles.

Pei Yu smiled lightly: "I will go with the teacher to apply for an adjustment of the order of the track?"

"No need," Lu Shaohang looked at him expressionlessly, with arrogance and provocation in his clear eyes, "I'm waiting for you at the end."