I cried, I pretended

Summer in Jiangcheng has always been hot and humid. After being exposed to the sun for a while, the air seems to be filled with boiling temperature. Even after six or seven o'clock and the sun goes down, the heat will not go away, but it will become more sweltering.

In the dormitory, Song Mingwang poured cold water to soak his feet, and he didn't forget to buy a small blower fan to blow on himself, hoping to relieve the heat.

He has been afraid of both cold and heat since he was a child, and he only likes spring and summer all year round, and he can't even go out when the other two seasons come.

"Ming Wangwang, lend me your homework. I won't copy it, I'll just read it." Tang Tan began to help Song Mingwang squeeze his shoulders and beat his back, cursing with a smile.

Song Mingwang held the tip of his pen in his mouth, turned his head to meet his face, and asked doubtfully, "Isn't it copying?"

"Who said copying is copying? If I can't read the pen, can it be called copying?" Tang Qin said eloquently.

Song Mingwang began to be confused by him, and turned to look at Cheng Wang who was beside him.

"Is that right?"

Cheng Wang finished writing the last word, put the pen back into the pen holder, and blew on the wet ink.

"look at yourself."

After he finished speaking, he was afraid that Song Mingwang would not understand what he meant, so he paused, then turned to look at him, and explained, "Give it if you want."

"..."

After he finished speaking, he looked at someone next to him who was looking at him with expectant eyes, and continued: "But I don't mind if you give it, because if you don't give it, he will always bother you."

Seeing what he said, Tang Tan immediately began to push forward. He pulled Song Mingwang and refused to let go, calling his name non-stop.

Song Mingwang struggled to escape from his claws, straightened his wrinkled collar, and muttered: "Can you be more mature, and don't call me Mingming."

"Why? What's wrong with this name?" Tang Tan was confused.

Song Ming glanced at Cheng Huang, saw that he was taking the notebook in the drawer, and didn't seem to notice the movement here, so he covered his mouth with one hand and closed his fist, and whispered something in Tang Tan's ear.

Tang Qin's face was numb after listening: "..."

"...Sorry, I was wrong."

"It's okay." Song Mingwang said generously, "Just pay attention next time."

"..."

"So can you borrow my homework?" Tang Qin tried to keep his posture to the lowest, wishing he could kneel down to Song Mingwang immediately.

"No." Song Mingwang said with a straight face, "This is my principle."

"..."

Song Ming saw that his expression was broken, so he decided to kindly advise him.

"Why don't you ask the monitor to borrow it?"

Tang Tan sighed: "Don't talk about it, I just asked you to borrow it because I didn't want to ask the monitor."

Song Mingwang was curious: "Why?"

In his impression, Xu Su is a nice person, gentle and gentle, with a smile on his face all the year round, polite and polite to everyone, serious and responsible in his work, plus he looks good, he is very popular in the class, otherwise he would not have been elected as the monitor continuously .

"Of course it's because he always wants to lecture me." Tang Qin felt bitter when he mentioned this, "Last time I asked him to borrow a math paper for me to copy. I wrote it myself, and I wondered if he was targeting me."

"And not only did he not give it, but he also told me a lot of great truths. He kept preaching to me, and I was convinced that I would never copy my homework again, and he would only give up if he did a good job."

Song Mingwang said: "Others are doing it for your own good. Why are you so immature? How will you enter society after this? Hey, it's really worrying."

Tang Tan: "..."

"And there are obviously other people in our dormitory besides me and the monitor, why don't you ask him."

Tang Qin quickly laughed a few times: "Haha, didn't you forget?"

Song Mingwang immediately complained, turned his head to look at Cheng Wang beside him, and said seriously: "Cheng Wang looks down on you."

Tang Tan: "..."

Song Ming hopes that you have turned bad!You can't sow discord and fan the flames.

In the end, Song Mingwang lent Tang Tan his homework, and it was the first time he lent his homework to someone else to copy.

Because Tang Tan didn't know if he was stimulated by him, he stopped being soft and began to be hard.

He coughed a few times, and then hinted in a low voice whether he, as a witness of their relationship, needs some hush money.

Song Mingwang stared at him, and said a few words: "You are despicable!"

Tang Tan imitated Song Mingwang's tone: "Thank you, don't praise me."

Song Mingwang: "..."

"I know how annoying you are usually." Tang Qin put his shoulders on his shoulders and sighed: "Do you know how many books I have been copied because of you? I yawned in English class You memorized it all in your little notebook, which made me copy a few more unit words."

So Song Mingwang had no choice but to lend him his homework. Although he said that he was a principled person, his principles were occasionally unprincipled.

The first class on Tuesday afternoon was physical education class. Song Mingwang wanted them to go back to the dormitory to change clothes after their lunch break, and then they were ready to go to class.

But Song Mingwang was a little late for changing clothes, so he was a few minutes late for assembly and was stopped by the physical education teacher.

"Stop, did I say in class that I would catch latecomers?"

"And you, that tall boy."

The physical education teacher is about 25 or [-] years old. Not long after he joined the job, he stopped Cheng Wang who came slowly, and he didn't seem to know him.

"Today, I'll let you have a long memory."

Song Mingwang thought that he wanted to punish himself for running, so he could say that his hand was injured, but he didn't expect to ask them to do push-ups, and it was not ordinary push-ups.

Instead, let the two take turns to sit below, and the other sits on top of him.

Physical education teacher: "Ordinary push-ups will make you lose your memory."

When he was training in college, this trick was the most commonly used punishment method by the teacher, because the most feared thing about push-ups was to get angry. At that time, when the men in their class did this, nine out of ten looked at each other and laughed. The strength of the hands and feet is gone, and the difficulty of ten is greater than one hundred.

Tang Qin watched the excitement and whistled without thinking it was a big deal.

The people in the class didn't dare to speak at first, but when they saw Tang Tan taking the lead in making a fuss, they let go of their courage and followed suit.

"Fifty each, I won't let you do more." Anyway, his intention was not to physically punish them.

"Teacher—" Song Mingwang raised his hand to show him, "but my hand is hurt."

"Then do sit-ups."

"..." Song Mingwang stared at him obviously not convinced.

Cheng Huang frowned, and said coldly, "Let me help him."

"Okay." The physical education teacher responded readily, but made a request. "But this new classmate has to do it too, you can't help him finish it."

The first person to do it was Cheng Wang.

He took off his school uniform jacket and moved around

Hands and feet, he put his hands on Song Mingwang's cheeks and started to move up and down.

Lying on the ground, Song Mingwang looked at the face above him that was close at hand, and belatedly realized that the distance between the two of them was too close, and the spray of breath on his face made him feel a little itchy.

From this distance, he can carefully observe Cheng Wang's face, because of the slightly furrowed brows and thin lips, even the slightly drooping eyelashes can be clearly seen.

No matter how you look at it, you think it looks good, as expected of him.

"One...two...three...48..."

"Fifty!"

"Still working, 51...52..."

"... 82, brother Zhuang, why don't you stop?"

The classmates next to him were counting, Song Mingwang was thinking wildly, and suddenly met Cheng Wang's dark eyes.

"Don't move."

He whispered in his ear as he bent down, and the sound of his warm breathing brushed over his earlobe, causing itches.

"ninety!"

As the voice fell, Cheng Fan's movements stopped abruptly. He propped himself up and stood up with strength, and then took the coat that Tang Tan had brought and put it on.

Song Mingwang blinked, and then realized that it was his turn.

"Come on, Xiaowang!" Tian Mengmeng cheered him on from the side.

Meng Keran and the other girls were also calling him crazy.

Song Mingwang clenched his fists and told himself that it would work.

"start!"

Song Mingwang's legs were held down by Cheng Wang, and he twisted tremblingly, his small arms could tell he didn't exercise often, it looked very funny.

"one two three four."

"Good job Xiao Wang, you didn't embarrass me!"

Song Mingwang really wanted to tell Tian Mengmeng to shut up, but he couldn't speak now, and whenever he spoke, he lost his breath.

After struggling to reach the ninth place, Song Mingwang was exhausted and out of breath.

"ten!"

After finishing one, Song Mingwang felt as if all the strength in his body had been pulled away, and immediately let go of his strength and lay down on Cheng Wang's body, panting for breath.

Cheng Wang was suppressed and let out a muffled snort, and patted his head.

Song Mingwang groaned and chirped, but he still got up with hands and feet.

The dust raised on the ground was a bit big, Song Mingwang sneezed several times, then rubbed his nose, muttering something in a low voice.

Cheng Huan stood up and was talking to Tang Tan, glanced at his appearance from the corner of the eye, and a very faint smile flashed across his eyes.

At lunchtime in the cafeteria, Song Mingwang and Cheng Juan were preparing to eat together again. Song Mingwang wanted to eat cold noodles, but Cheng Wang refused, saying that eating would cause diarrhea, because he had such a precedent.

"Just this time." Song Mingwang pleaded, winking at him pitifully.

Unmoved, Cheng Huan ordered some clear soup for him, picked it up for him, and motioned him to follow him.

Song Mingwang had no choice but to follow behind him with his mouth pursed.

"Ming Wangwang, why do you eat Chaoshou? Look at the soup with little water." Tang Qin stepped in and sat next to them with a plate of food.

"Cheng Wang gave me some."

Tang Tan immediately laughed sarcastically: "Copying hands is pretty good, it's light and nourishing for the stomach haha."

Cheng Wan didn't change his face: "He has been coughing for the past few days, and he can't eat spicy food."

Song Mingwang immediately covered his throat and began to cry out: "I didn't, I just coughed up a little bit, you can eat spicy food."

Cheng Juan looked at him coldly: "Really? Who was that coughing and wanting to drink water that night?"

Song Mingwang immediately shut up obediently.

Without Song Yulan's care, Li Chengwang in the dormitory is now Song Mingwang's guardian. According to Tang Tan, if he didn't know the relationship between the two of them, he would definitely think that they are a father-son relationship.

Song Mingwang began to lower his head angrily and plucked his hands. Tang Qin looked at him and smiled straight: "Ming Wangwang is much better than when he first came here."

When Song Ming first came here, he was not afraid of the sky and the earth, he didn't listen to anyone's words and didn't give anyone face, and his emotional intelligence was extremely low.

Although it is the same now, at least Cheng Wang can control him now, of course only such a person can do it.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but start to respect Cheng Wang.

After eating, Song Mingwang and Cheng Juan went back to the classroom together. During the self-study at night, several people in the class were secretly playing with their mobile phones.

As a disciplinary committee member, Song Mingwang must of course fulfill his duties.

Just as he was about to write down the names of the students who were playing with their mobile phones, he saw Tian Mengmeng passing a mobile phone in front of him with a suppressed smile on his face.

"Look, look at the school post."

Song Mingwang looked suspicious, and took a look curiously, only to see a few large characters on the screen.

"!!! Report!! Cheng Wang from Class [-] touched the transfer student's head!"

There is a photo below, it looks like a candid shot with a mobile phone, and the pixels are extremely poor from a relatively long distance.

In the photo, both of them were wearing school uniforms. Cheng Wang was holding a food plate in one hand and resting his other hand on his head, as if they were queuing.

In the photo, he seems to be talking, and Cheng Wang is looking down at him.

Even though it is a high blurred pixel, there is something about the expression.

How to say that look, tsk, something is wrong.