let loose

During the lunch break, there were occasional students chatting outside the corridor of Class [-], mostly girls.They may play softly, or be shy and quiet. What they have in common is that their eyes are all looking at the back corner of Class [-] classroom.

Post Bar Xueshen Building has been built for four days, and photos are flying all over the building, standing and sitting, frontal and sideways photos, full body and half body photos, female fans are soaring.Nowadays, there are still people who come here to "look at" the legendary good-looking and full-scoring academic god.

Jiang Zhou was ignorant of these things. He sat by the window, and the sun seeping through the trees shone on his calm left face, which was a little dry and warm.

He was calculating a function problem, sitting comfortably and upright, reading the problem slowly, and slowly calculating on the straw paper.

Song Mian came in from the outside and put a cup of beautifully packaged milk tea on his desk: "Here, the original flavor, five cents of sugar with ice, a small cup, strictly according to your requirements."

He said he came at Jiang Zhou's request, but Song Mian guessed it himself.

This is the third cup of milk tea that Song Mian brought to Jiang Zhou.From the day he came out of the test seat, he changed his pattern and had a drink every day.Whether it was a deliberate flattery or a boring prank, Jiang Zhou chose to ignore it and didn't take a cup.

The same is true today.

Without raising his head, Jiang Zhou wrote down the answer to this question on the manuscript paper, checked it with the reference answer, bent his beautiful long fingers slightly, turned the page of the book, and then went to the next question.

"Well, anyway, I went all the way to the school gate to buy it. I waited in line for half an hour. You can save yourself a sip? Just one sip! It's really delicious." Song Mian held the milk tea and stuck it to Jiang Zhou's face.

The milk tea cup with ice was cold, with a little melted water vapor, Jiang Zhou frowned slightly, his beautiful black pupils flickered, and then he looked at Song Mian.

This summer, the temperature is higher than before, and the ultraviolet rays are so strong that you can soak your whole body after walking around the playground. The air conditioner in the classroom is humming and making a slight sound.

Song Mian was standing by the table, with a thin body, wearing a black hat, revealing a small section of white and pointed chin, with a slender neck, an overly young boy, his Adam's apple was not obvious, and the school uniform was not easy to wear. On the body, wrapped in a golden sun.

Jiang Zhou looked away lightly, took out a tissue to wipe his face clean, but didn't pick up the milk tea: "I don't like drinking this,"

"You don't like to drink milk tea?" Song Mian was stunned, leaning his back against the wall and thinking for a while, then said:

"Then what do you like? I'll buy it for you again?"

"No need." Jiang Zhou continued to work on the question.

Song Mian clicked her tongue, took off her hat and stuffed it into the belly of the table, and straightened her hairstyle that was messed up by the hat: "Actually, I'm trying to curry favor with you."

He said: "Your grades are so good, if you let me copy two questions in the exam, won't I be able to get a high score?"

"If it's just two questions, it won't help your final score much." Jiang Zhou answered the question with his head down, "And I don't encourage you to plagiarize, even if it's just an ordinary exam."

"Oh." Song Mian touched his nose, but he was not guilty. He never thought about copying homework. There are usually two invigilators in the examination room of No. [-] Middle School, and two monitors at the front and back. No matter how bold you are, you dare not copy. , he just picked up a random reason to have a relationship with Jiang Zhou.

Jiang Zhou's cold face was so magical that he was attracted to him.

Song Mian took out her phone and opened WeChat:

Gourd King Kong:

[Wuwa/Song Mian: What if my wife doesn't like milk tea and won't tell me what he likes to drink? (Too anxious to lose hair.jpg)]

……

After the news was sent, Song Mian took a rest from the screen and watched Jiang Zhou do his homework with his chin resting on one hand.

Jiang Zhou is very beautiful, the profile looks very quiet and comfortable, Jiang Zhou's hands are also beautiful, with prominent wrist bones and long knuckles.

After about a minute, he turned on the phone again, and there was no reply in the group.

Hold……

It's normal to think about it carefully. After all, there are only seven people in the group. Xia Houxi's parents are strict, and they have to represent the school in the subject competition next semester.Tang Yao and Qiwa are two little idiots who know a lot.

Song Mian squinted her eyes, and saw Chu Qingci was lying on the table seriously doing her homework, and her little brows were frowning for fear of encountering a problem she didn't know how to do.Lin Pingping next to him fell asleep with his head halfway down, his glasses slumped, one side resting on his ear and the other on his cheek, so it was hard to see whether he was drooling or not.

As the exam was approaching, most of the students who stayed in the classroom for lunch break were doing their homework and reading books.On the podium, Zheng Qiran angered Tian Xin for some reason, as if he was eyeing her, and the two started fighting in full swing.

"Oh oh oh, the tigress is about to show off, Tian Xin, reserved, reserved, do you understand? You have to be worthy of your name!" Zheng Qiran dangled a wooden stick in his hand, frivolously out of shape.

The girl blushed with anger, stared out, turned around and grabbed the shovel aggressively to shovel someone, Zheng Qiran exaggerated twice, dropped the wooden stick and ran away.

"Stop!" The girl's voice was sharp and bursting with anger!

"Liu Wei Wei, don't run and stand there and let you hit me, I'm not a fool!" Zheng Qiran's flat voice came from a distance.

Song Mian: "..."

Song Mian made a compromise and thought of waking Lin Pingping up. Although it is immoral, this guy is not interested in studying. He sleeps in class all day and after class. Look at his sleeping position, neck curled up, sooner or later. If I have trouble sleeping, if I get a cervical spondylosis or something...

So Song Mian pinched a ball of paper, and before he could throw it out, a lump of iron slid in from the door of the classroom.

It's really scurrying, just like a monkey.

Tie Geda found a piece of paper on the desk to form a circle, and shouted: "Extraordinary! From next Monday, all students are strictly prohibited from using mobile phones during school!"

As soon as this remark came out, the diligent and studious students couldn't continue their studies, and they all looked at Tie Liao.

Are cell phones banned at school?

"Wow! Is it true?"

"What does the school want to do? Is it going to be closed and locked like other schools?"

"It's fake, since the establishment of No. [-] Middle School, I haven't heard of any class that forbids the use of mobile phones..."

"Where did you hear about it?" Song Mian swipe at the phone screen and said slowly.

It was very sunny outside, and Tie Piodan ran all the way from Mingde Building, sweating profusely, and hadn't even breathed yet, when the school bully asked him this question, he choked and coughed.

He quietly glanced at the school bully's face.Well, with a deadpan face, showing no emotion, Tie Knot was a little scared, sweating profusely, but he still said honestly: "Just now, just now, here, in the office, in the office..."

"Are you stuttering?" Song Mian locked the screen and looked up at him.

Tie Luan: "...No... It's not stuttering." Sweat almost got in his eyes...

Fortunately, a girl in the front row couldn't stand it, so she handed him a piece of paper under the pressure of the school bully's eyes.

"Oh, if you're not stuttering, talk well." Song Mian shrugged.

"Peng Yang, tell me quickly, what's going on?"

A boy urged.

Peng Yang calmed down his heart: "I just went to the office to find Teacher Xiao Lin, and halfway I heard what the head teacher of the fourth class next door said. She was chatting with Teacher Xiao Lin. The voice was not loud, and I heard it."

The husband of the head teacher of Class [-] is the deputy director of the Academic Affairs Office, and most of the news leaked from her can't be faked.

"What else are they talking about? For example, did you say that the class time has been extended?" A tall girl sitting next to Song Mian asked.

"That's not true," Peng Yang scratched his head, "It seems to be talking about running exercises between classes or something, I didn't hear clearly..."

"Damn it! Your mother is actually true, next week you won't be allowed to bring your mobile phone!" Lin Pingping didn't know when he woke up, holding his mobile phone and yelling.

"Look at the post, look at the post!" Someone greeted.

The latest hot posts in Yizhong Tieba:

[Prosperous, democratic, civilized and harmonious/happy zone for high school students in the new era! 】

［1L/The original poster: (From 9.4, students in grades 9.5 to [-] are prohibited from using mobile phones during school. At that time, the head teacher will notify you. Next week, there will be a unified inspection.jpg)/(From [-], the exercises between classes in grades [-] to [-] will end Arrange running activities later, and the head teachers of each class will adjust the formation as soon as possible.jpg)]

[2L: What the fuck is this? ]

[3L: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh so it's not groundless, I heard about it on the first day of school...]

[4L: Friends, have we witnessed history in these three sessions?No. [-] middle school actually restricts students from using mobile phones! ]

……

[15L: What is jogging? ]

"Fuck! Is our school going to compete with the next door in sports?" a boy spat.

"I've been losing for so many years, why can't I suddenly think about it this year, how do I run?" Some girls were frowning.

Song Mian didn't listen to what was going on, pursed her lips, didn't look at the post, and clicked on WeChat first. After a while, there were finally two replies in the group.

[Sanwa/Pingping: Brother, our group is full of singles, and virgins line up in a row. It’s okay if you let us charge into the battlefield. You let us see this, aren’t you envious of us/(angry)/(lemon tree On the lemon fruit, under the lemon tree you and me.jpg)]

[Erwa/Xia Houxi: You should say goodbye instead. . . ]

[Five babies/Song Mian: Three babies/Ping Ping roll! ]

Tsk, Song Mian rubbed her chin, turned her head to stare at Jiang Zhou, saying goodbye?what to give?He thought for a while and leaned over to bump Jiang Zhou's arm: "Hey, brother Jiang, I want to give you lipstick, will you take it?"

Jiang Zhou's writing hand paused, and veins appeared on the back of his hand. He looked at his deskmate with pity like a fool: "Go to the hospital if you are blind."

Song Mian: "..." Talking about baldness, I forgot for a moment that although Jiang Zhou was handsome, he was really a big man, and he was a handsome man who could beat people to the ground with one punch and couldn't even get up when lying on his stomach.

"Uh..." Song Mian thought of saying something to save him: "Then why don't you drink this milk tea?" He pushed the already warm milk tea in front of Jiang Zhou.

The corner of Jiang Zhou's mouth twitched, as if he was holding back: "I won't drink this, you can drink it yourself."

"Oh~ So you don't want to drink because you want me to drink it, why don't you tell me earlier," Song Mian automatically interpreted Jiang Zhou's words as something else, and happily inserted the straw into the cup, "So you mean that Ah, thank you so much, I just happened to be thirsty, hehe..."

Jiang Zhou: "..." My head hurts, really.

Song Mian drank the whole cup of milk tea in one go, satisfied, and always grabbed Jiang Zhou's arm to say thank you.

Jiang Zhou was puzzled, but he was too lazy to talk, so he just let him drag him.

The consequence of drinking too much milk tea is the constant urge to pee.

Right after the first class in the afternoon, Song Mian couldn't wait to rush to the bathroom.

Of course, "can't wait" is just an adjective. No matter how urgent the high-cold school grass is, he still maintains basic restraint. Except for his striding steps, it is impossible to tell that he is really "urgent" just by looking at his expression.

In the men's restroom on the fourth floor of Gewu Building:

"I heard that I took the 1013 test, and it's really amazing just by looking at the numbers."

"What's so great? Can we be as powerful as Brother Long?"

"That's right, I don't know what those women like about him, he looks like a girl, with a pretty face."

"Why don't you go to block after the test? Give me a lesson?"

"Shut up! Pay attention to the occasion!"

creak-

Song Mian pushed open the compartment door and walked out slowly.

There was not much movement, those few people didn't think there were people in the toilet, they were all shocked, and when they looked back, it was Song Mian, and their legs were even weak.

"Song... Song..."

There are three people, two short and one tall, all of average appearance.There weren't many boys in No. [-] middle school, and most of them's level of swearing stopped at junior high school, and they didn't speak harsh words.

At least Song Mian, a high school bum, doesn't like him.

Song Mian washed his hands slowly, and one of the short ones hurriedly gave him a tissue, smiling obsequiously.

Song Mian didn't answer, the corners of her mouth were cold and hard, and she flicked her wet hands like this, and the water droplets splashed on the three people facing him immediately.

"Yo," he hooked his lips and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Who do you want to teach?"

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