I cried, I pretended

When Song Mingwang returned to the classroom, he was immediately surrounded by a group of people. Meng Keran couldn't hide his excitement: "How is it? What did others say to you?"

"She wants to invite me to dinner?"

"what do you say?"

"I gave her my home address."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was startled: "Ah, this..." Can't you see that the progress is so fast?

Cheng Wan also looked up at him.

Song Mingwang continued unconsciously: "Ask her to order takeaway for me."

"..."

Song Mingwang scratched his head and muttered, "This is the first time I have met someone who is so enthusiastic about inviting me to dinner."

"..."

Song Ming hopes that you will live with yourself in this life!

Christmas Eve, Christmas Eve, the annual tradition of No. [-] Middle School is to give apples. I don’t know who invented this thing first. It may be simply because Christmas Eve and Apple have a word with the same pronunciation.

It's fine if it's just ordinary classmates interacting with apple pictures to get a good start, but this tradition has gradually evolved into a trend of looking at people's faces and popularity, and it has become the second largest courtship event no less than sending roses on Valentine's Day.

Originally, Christmas was the day when Song Mingwang reunited with his grandma who was far away abroad, because it was equivalent to the Spring Festival for the elderly, but Song Mingwang and the others did not have school on this day, so Song Yulan went to visit the two elderly people alone.

Before leaving, Song Yulan was very worried about him, and repeatedly confirmed whether he could be alone at home.

Song Mingwang wants to save face, emphasizing that he has grown up.

Song Yulan finally went out with her suitcase worried.

The lights and festoons on the streets outside at Christmas have nothing to do with No. [-] Middle School, and the school is still the same as usual, there is no difference.

"To have a foreign festival like a bird is to worship foreigners!" Feng swears angrily.

Tang Tan sneered mercilessly, "Isn't it because you didn't receive the apple from the girl on Christmas Eve?"

"What kind of broken custom is this, I don't care."

"Brother Wang's desk pocket is full, and what annoys me the most is that even that idiot has apples."

"Who are you talking about? Song Mingwang?"

Feng Fang sneered disdainfully, "Maybe he let it go because he felt ashamed."

Cheng Wang thought they were noisy, so he put on his earphones and ignored them. Song Mingwang didn't realize who the fool was referring to, but he clenched his pen and frowned with a thoughtful expression.

Cheng Wang has been haunted by ghosts recently, and he doesn't know what he is doing.

He was curious, so he thought hard and decided to start a conversation, just to borrow what Tang Tan and the others said just now.

"You received a lot of apples."

Song Mingwang felt that his beginning was perfect, no one would dislike compliments, and it was a sure compliment for his attractiveness to the opposite sex, especially during adolescence.

Cheng Wang opened his eyes and looked at him with no expression on his face, "Do you want to eat?"

Seeing that he misunderstood what he meant, Song Mingwang shook his head, and Cheng Wang was already about to reach out his hand to take it out of the pocket of the table, so he quickly explained: "I don't like fruits, I don't even eat my own."

"Huh?" Cheng Fan's tone had a rising consonant, his body leaned back slightly on the back of the chair, and he was as lazy as if he had no bones.glanced at him.Asked: "Who gave it to you?"

Song Mingwang: "Meng Keran, a few girls I don't know also gave me one."

"do not know?"

"Well, it seems to be from another class, the one from the next class last time, by the way, Mengmeng also gave me one, and he asked me to give him one back, this is called mutual help."

Cheng smirked.

Seeing that the atmosphere is right now, Song Mingwang finally couldn't help his curiosity, "You seem to be very busy recently..."

When Cheng Wang heard this, his hand holding the pen paused, then turned to look at him, "What's the matter?"

"No." He flatly denied, "Just asking casually."

"I found a new part-time job recently."

"Did the bookstore quit?"

"No."

"You are amazing." In some respects, Song Mingwang was not stingy with complimenting others.

After the first class in the afternoon, Song Mingwang helped the physics teacher to put away the experimental equipment. The classroom where the experimental equipment was placed was in the teaching building of the third year of high school. Song Mingwang lost his way and could not find his way. Go back to the small playground.

There are usually no people around the small playground, and the necessary activities are all in the playground in the east area, and it is near the back door, so it is relatively deserted.

When he passed near the fence at the back gate of the school, he saw a few boys climbing over the fence, and some of them were lying on top of the wall, stretching out their hands to pull others.

"What are you doing?"

Song Mingwang walked in and took a look, there were several people he didn't know, and the odd number of people were all familiar faces, but what he didn't expect was that besides Tang Tan and Feng Fang, there was Cheng Wang.

He was standing under the wall, with one hand in his trouser pocket, and the other hand was taking out his mobile phone to read. Hearing Song Mingwang's voice, he was startled, and then turned his head to look.

"You guys want to skip class." Song Mingwang quickly determined the nature of the matter, and said sternly: "This violates the No. 20 and eight rules in the student code of conduct of the school rules. I'm going to tell the teacher."

He made a decisive decision immediately. Before he could walk away after finishing his words, someone grabbed him by the back of his collar. Immediately, there was a whirl of heaven and earth, and he was lifted high.

"Hands up."

"Oh." Hearing Cheng Wang's words, Tang Qin reacted and pulled Song Mingwang, and led him off the fence regardless of his struggle.

Cheng Wang took a few steps back, and then rushed up with a stride, kicked his foot under the wall, and then jumped easily, his palms clasped the top of the fence, put his right leg on it to support himself, and then rolled over.

After landing, there was a friction sound between the upper of the shoe and the concrete floor, and he stood firm and looked around.

I saw Song Mingwang looking at them angrily, with his neck stuck up, as if he would rather die than surrender.

Cheng Wang kicked the stone blocking the way, and said flatly, "Now we are the same."

Tang Tan continued: "That's right, this is called a grasshopper on a boat."

Song Mingwang stared at him: "Who is a grasshopper to you!"

Tang Tan wasn't angry either, and smiled: "Anyway, you are not allowed to make small reports, or I will tell your mother about your self-criticism."

"You..." Song Mingwang was exasperated.

"We won't eat you, but we have some things to deal with, and we don't think we will trouble you."

"Let's go, we're still waiting over there."

On the way there, Song Mingwang had already imagined various possible places to be taken, but when he saw the underground bar in front of him, he was still stunned.

"Let's go."

Cheng Wang took the lead and walked down the stairs. This entrance is so small that most people can't find it at all. The people who come here should be regular customers.

Song Mingwang followed and went down, and when he got down, he found that there was a miasma of smoke and demons dancing around.

"It stinks."

Song Mingwang hated the smell here, tightly covered his nose and waited for Cheng Wang, not understanding why he came to such a place.

"Hosting individuals."

Cheng Wang twisted Song Mingwang's back collar with one hand, and knocked on the smooth table top of the bar.

The person in charge of bartending at the bar was a handsome man in his mid-twenties, who looked shy and shy that didn't match his age. His eyes fell on Song Mingwang, with a curious expression on his face.

"Is this the kid that Nian Nian was talking about?"

Song Mingwang tried his best to yank away Cheng Huang's hand that was pulling his collar, not forgetting to answer his words.

"I'm not a child!"

The man pursed his lips and smiled, "It's quite cute."

Cheng Wang ignored Song Mingwang's struggle, and stuffed him into the bar, "Brother Xiu, I'll leave him to you. Don't come out later, just stay here."

Xiao Xiu understood: "Don't worry, I know this."

Cheng Wang planned to leave, but before leaving, he thought about it for a while, and gave a word of worry.

"Give him something to play with, or he'll run around."

"what?"

"You just show him some documentary or something on the iPad."

"……it is good."

Cheng Wang seemed to be doing this kind of thing for the first time, and felt a little impatient, so he turned around and left with Tang Tan after speaking.

Before Song Mingwang could react, he saw that Cheng Wang didn't know what he had said to this unknown man, and left himself behind.

"Your name is Song Mingwang, right?" Xiao Xiu reached out to him, showing a shy and friendly smile, "Just call me Brother Xiu."

Song Mingwang put his hands behind his back.With a vigilant face, "I don't want it, I don't know you, where is Cheng Wang, I want to find him."

"They have something to deal with later, and it will be over soon. I'll show you a documentary, okay?" Xiao Xiu coaxed him.

After a lot of persuasion, Song Mingwang finally agreed to stay here for a while, knowing that he would definitely not drink, Xiao Xiu took him a glass of warm water, and the two stared at each other at the bar.

But this embarrassment was broken.

"Hey, is this the child you brought? It's still a student. It looks so small, so you came to play?"

A boy with dyed yellow hair ran out from nowhere, hugging a girl with heavy make-up, with an unscrupulous smile on his face.

"Don't make trouble with him." Xiao Xiu explained with a smile: "He was brought by Cheng Wang, I can't do the job if you make him cry."

Upon hearing the name, Huang Mao's face became serious, and the female companions beside him became interested.

"No, he was brought by Brother Wang?"

"I know you don't believe it, but it is true. To be honest, I was also surprised when I saw him handing over someone to me. This is the first time I saw him care about other people's safety."

After all, he is a person who doesn't even care about himself.

"What's the matter with you and Brother Lu?" Huang Mao looked Song Ming up and down, and asked curiously.

"He's my deskmate."

After he finished speaking, he frowned again, and said to the female companion brought by Huang Mao: "And your perfume smells too strong."

After a pause, he continued to speak to Huangmao: "And you, judging from your voice that is still in the period of changing your voice, you are still a student. As a student, dyeing your hair violates the student code of conduct No. 40 six rules not to dye your hair , which school are you from?"

Huang Mao had a magical expression on his face: "Fuck, you wouldn't do the same in front of Brother Huang, would you?"

Song Mingwang said confidently, "What's wrong?"

"What kind of mentality do you think Brother Wang is doing?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because I believe in Buddhism, and I want to hone my patience."

"Is this the first time you've encountered such a weak type and it's difficult to do it?"

Song Mingwang wrinkled his small face, and interrupted them sharply: "Although I can't understand what you are saying, I can feel that it is not a good word."

He was in a very bad mood now, suddenly a few strangers came around him and said something inexplicably, thinking of this, he looked around and searched the crowd.

"Where's Cheng Wang? I'm going to find him?"