As long as everyone gives a little love

Lu Shenxing pulled away the chair with mottled red paint and sat down on the podium.

Everyone wailed, why did Hades come here so early today?Evening self-study hasn't started yet, okay? !

Especially Wang Hui, who wanted to vomit blood. He squeezed out a little money from his teeth every day, and saved it for half a month. In the afternoon, he ran excitedly to buy the latest tape, which contained several songs of the recently popular Little Tigers.

He waited to share it with everyone, showing off, showing off, but he didn't finish playing a song, and the excitement of mentioning it was vividly suppressed.

In the whole class, only Wu Yuan felt uncomfortable.

Lu Shenxing was calm and relaxed, grading the test papers against the resentment floating in the classroom. He casually tickled the red ballpoint pen. The vocabulary in the third year of high school was much simpler than his time.

The times are far behind, and the prices are so low that he often cannot believe that whoever has a Nokia in his pocket is a local tyrant.

Lu Shenxing tidied up the graded papers, and the atmosphere in the classroom made him a little irritable.

There has never been silence in the class. Even if there is no whispering, there will be sneezing, coughing, blowing your nose, spitting, moving tables and chairs, books falling on the ground, and so on...

Endless.

At seven o'clock, Lu Shenxing started listening. He intentionally or unintentionally moved the tape recorder towards the door, closer to Wu Yuan.

Everyone started to read aloud, and many students were fishing in troubled waters, eating, humming, dozing off, passing small notes, and doing everything.

Lu Shenxing has already learned to turn a blind eye. He has also been a student, and he feels that he gave it to him and cannot force it.

He got up and stretched his hands and feet, walked to Wu Yuan's desk and stood there. The other party supported his head with his hands, covering half of his face, as if he was thinking. This posture has not changed since he entered the classroom.

Lu Shenxing clasped the table, and the surrounding students immediately turned their attention to Wu Yuan.

Wu Yuan slowly put down his hand.

Lu Shenxing half leaned against the edge of the table, casually picked up the counseling materials piled on top and flipped through them.

Wu Yuan's nerve endings were tense, and he was nervously solving the problem, taking every step carefully, checking the formula repeatedly to confirm the solution.

He didn't know that except for English, Lu Shenxing was scumbag in other subjects and couldn't understand at all.

Lu Shenxing went out after the evening self-study was over, and touched Wu Yuan's little finger before leaving.

Wu Yuan's heart jumped into his throat, and for some reason, he felt that the man was flirting with him, blatantly.

Wang Hui was startled when he turned his head, "Wu Yuan, why are you blushing?"

Wu Yuan was dull for a while before looking at Wang Hui, his cheeks were flushed abnormally, and even his ears were red.

"Didn't you have a fever?" Wang Hui stretched out his hand to Wu Yuan's face, and was slapped away vigorously before his fingertips touched it.

Wang Hui inhaled in pain, and he was lying on his face, "You won't lose a piece of meat if you touch you. As for such a big reaction?"

Wu Yuan wiped his face, took a deep breath, and just about to get up to go out, he heard Wang Hui say, "Are you and your girlfriend the same?"

His hairs stood on end in an instant, "Which one?"

Wang Hui rolled his eyes ambiguously, "That one!"

Wu Yuan straightened his face, pretending to be calm, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Pfft, Wang Hui showed an unfathomable expression. Afterwards, his face was full of happiness, "I understand, Lin Lin and I are also like that, and I have been thinking about it for several days. Really, I see her in the lunch box now."

Wu Yuan was terrified, did they think it was the same thing?

"Did you stick out your tongue?" Wang Hui looked like a normal person, I wouldn't tell. "Lin Lin has a cold, and she will be fine the next day after we do it. You can try it too, and it will be effective."

It turned out to be about kissing, Wu Yuan pursed his lips subconsciously, would that cure a cold?

In the next moment, his face changed, and his focus was wrong.

Someone shouted outside the classroom, "Wang Hui, a beautiful woman is looking for you!"

"Here we come." Wang Hui propped himself up on the table and jumped out.

Wu Yuan tidied up the books on the table one by one. He absently scratched the table with a pencil sharpener. When he came back to his senses, a word had already been engraved there.

He scratched quickly.

"Wu Yuan, do you want to read this story?"

After Liu Yihan finished speaking softly, seeing that Wu Yuan didn't take care of it at all, he deliberately knocked open the corner of the table, grabbed the book angrily and walked away.

Wu Yuan held onto the table, feeling puzzled.

The next morning Wu Yuan received a love letter, which was pressed into his English book, which happened to be the page that he was going to recite today.

I dreamed about you last night.

The handwriting was scrawled, there was only one sentence, and there was no signature. Wu Yuan's first reaction was that man. His throat was dry, and he tore up the piece of paper to destroy his body and wipe out all traces.

Lu Shenxing, who was standing in the water room, sneezed. He turned on the faucet, and the water bottle exploded just as he picked it up, scalding his arms with several big blisters.

The old man who collected the ticket saw that he was leaving just like that, and quickly stretched his neck and asked, "Mr. Zhang, do you want the water bottle?"

Lu Shenxing's face darkened, "No more."

When the old man heard this, he hurried over to pour out the broken gallbladder, and went back with the still new shell.

It was August, and he was sweating at every turn, and the blisters were even more painful. Lu Shenxing was really suffering. When he was writing on the blackboard, those blisters had already connected into a geometric shape.

Everyone looked at Lu Shenxing sympathetically, and some female students quickly moved away after taking a look. The person who looked at it seemed to be in more pain than the one who was burned.

Wu Yuan watched it for a long time, and he made a lot of mistakes in writing words in that class.

After school, Wu Yuan went to the shop to make a phone call. He put the phone to his right ear, "Fourth Uncle, it's me, Wu Yuan. I'm looking for my mother."

The middle-aged man in the hardware store put the phone aside and shouted outside, "Cuixiu, your son is looking for you!"

Wang Cuixiu in the shop is counting the meal tickets. These are what students get when they buy steamed buns, and they can be bought in the shop.

She ran over when she heard the shout, "Hey, hello, Xiao Yuan, it's mom."

Wu Yuan lowered his head, "Mom, if your arm gets burned, is there any way to heal it quickly?"

Wang Cuixiu was terrified when she heard it, "What? Where is it burnt?"

Wu Yuan said, "It's not me."

Wang Cuixiu breathed a sigh of relief, "What did you burn, boiling water or fire?

Wu Yuan rubbed the phone line, "Boiling water."

Wang Cuixiu asked, "Is there a blister?"

Wu Yuan hummed, "Out."

Wang Cuixiu said, "Use a needle to puncture the blister, don't tear off the skin, it will be fine in a few days."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Yuan took out [-] cents from his pocket and gave it to the boss.

He walked into the corridor and paused for a long time before he dawdled up to the third floor and knocked on the door of the room on the left.

Lu Shenxing opened the door and saw the young man at the door, squinted his eyes, "Come in."

Wu Yuan didn't move, "You soak the blister on your arm..."

Lu Shenxing interrupted him, "Come in and talk."

Wu Yuan pursed his lips and walked in. The moment the door closed behind him, he regretted it.

"Pop those blisters, it'll be fine soon."

Seeing that he wanted to leave, Lu Shenxing said, "I can't backhand, so help me."

Nervously holding the needle, Wu Yuan swallowed his saliva, stabilized his arm, and poked all the blisters on Lu Shenxing's arm in one go.

Lu Shenxing was in pain and itching, "Sit down for a while, the teacher will talk to you."

What to talk about?

Wu Yuan frowned, "I'm going to the cafeteria for dinner." It's troublesome to wait in a long line late.

Of course I knew, Lu Shenxing pretended not to hear.

Wu Yuan sat on the chair cautiously, his hand reached into his pocket to feel it, then took it out, and then put it in again.

Lu Shenxing had discovered it a long time ago, with a smile on his lips, a little helpless, "You have Thumbelina in your pocket?"

Wu Yuan's mouth twitched.