let loose

As the old saying goes, the second year of high school is the most critical period of the three years of high school. The teachers on the blackboard are tireless and the chalk rustles.

Song Mian's young boy's heart sprouted last night, and he couldn't sleep because of scratching his heart and liver. Ye Qing pulled him out of the classroom to memorize the time when he read in the morning to catch up on sleep. Clinging to the chair, I couldn't hold it any longer, and my eyelids were fighting.

"This Dong Zhongshu, his ideological characteristics can be summed up in eight words, which eight words? It is 'the king's power is bestowed by the gods, and the relationship between heaven and man', remember, circle these words for me in the book, and do a good job." notes!"

The history teacher in class six is ​​surnamed Liu, who is a vegetarian all day long and smokes cigarettes in an old teapot. He looks like a rigid and serious old pedant.

Instructing the students to take notes, he propped his hands on the podium and continued: "Advocate the unification of the Spring and Autumn Period, depose a hundred schools of thought, and only respect Confucianism..." He patted the table, "I have to hook them all up, memorize them, and memorize them!"

There is a characteristic of Liu Zheng's lectures that he is easily excited.It is not a good habit for those students who doze off in class that the voice suddenly becomes louder while speaking.

It's similar to riding a roller coaster. Once the high pitch passes, the sound goes down again, and then goes up again at a certain moment.With a friendly smile on his face, Liu Zheng took an unused piece of chalk from the chalk box, cut it into two sections with a "click", and said inexplicably, "Song Mian, come on, let's talk about the influence of Dong Zhongshu's thoughts." , I see that your eyes are closed, and your demeanor is so dignified, you should understand everything, right?"

Following the voice, a piece of white chalk landed precisely on Song Mian's drooping head.

Song Mian hadn't slept well at first, and when he was called, his precarious body conditioned to sit up straight. When he raised his head, Liu Zheng's eyes were shooting at him through the reading glasses at least [-] degrees on the bridge of his nose, as if to kill him. shoot through.

More than 30 heads in the classroom turned back following the flying chalk heads, and finally maintained this posture, staying in the back corner.

"What?" Song Mian asked confusedly, scratching her hit head.

"Can I trouble you to stand up first!" Liu Zheng threw out the rest of the pen in his hand.

Song Mianluo cut off his hand, clutched the tip of the pen in his palm, stood up slowly, and said lazily, "Report to the teacher, I didn't hear your question clearly."

"Do you still know what this class is?" Liu Zheng looked at him suspiciously: "At the same table, look at what books are on his table."

Jiang Zhou glanced at it, and saw that the books were spread out on the table, the third lesson of Chinese Compulsory Three, "Li Sao".Without changing his expression, he said calmly, "History."

Song Mian lowered her head and looked at him complicatedly for a second.

Hearing that it was history, Liu Zheng's expression softened a little, and he continued to ask questions: "Tell me about the influence and characteristics of Dong Zhongshu's thoughts. This lesson is the focus of the exam. Others, don't think that you have nothing to do with it if you don't ask about it." , keep silent."

Song Mian stared at "Li Sao" on the table, opened his mouth and began to compile, "Dong Zhongshu's thinking, um, he advocates the legalist rule of doing nothing, and respects Lao Tzu as the number one in the world, and I am the only one who is the only one, and he will rule Jiang for thousands of generations..."

The more it was edited, the more outrageous it became. Shengsheng compiled the history class into "Swordsman", but he couldn't pull it off and stopped.

A few students didn't hold back, and chuckled, Song Mian's expression turned serious, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to move again.

"Make it up, keep making it up," Liu Zheng snorted coldly, "I see if you can make a flower out of this paragraph!"

Jiang Zhou also smiled, with his long and narrow eyes bent, he quietly moved the books on his desk, and his right index finger clicked on the sentence marked with a red line in the upper left corner of the textbook as if inadvertently.

Song Mian's eyesight is not bad, among all the Internet addicted teenagers who have been fighting monsters for a long time in Calabash Little King Kong, he has the best eyesight.Lin Pingping has been equipped with glasses since freshman year of high school, Chu Qingci occasionally wears them, Zheng Qiran insists on not wearing them because he is over 100 degrees myopic.

He followed the red line, didn't make up any more, and answered the questions obediently.

"Hmph!" Liu Zheng waved his sleeves, tilted his head to one side, as if he didn't want to look at him again, told him to sit down, and said, "Some people have a brain full of tofu dregs, commonly known as simple-minded limbs. If you are well-developed, you think it will be a big deal if you shout a few words in a larger school, and someone will respond with a groan, and you don't respect teachers, and you have no culture, and you are unscrupulous and short-sighted. When you enter the society in the future, you will be finished sooner or later!"

Song Mian didn't blush at this insinuation pointing at Sang and scolding Huai. She calmly put away the Chinese documents, then calmly turned out the history book, and whispered to Jiang Zhou, "Thank you."

The sun shines on Jiang Zhou's face through the glass window, he shakes his head slightly, takes a pen to take notes on the paper, and says, "You have a good brain."

"Huh?" Song Mian didn't know what it meant, and immediately blushed under the influence of Dong Zhongshu's thought that he made up.No one wants to be ashamed in front of the person they like, Song Mian laughed and stopped talking.

After the second class, there is a big break. No. 10 Middle School now doesn’t know which muscle is crooked. The "sick man of sports" who has been decadent for more than ten years is clamoring to rise. Once new rules are formulated, the big break is 15 minutes, Instead of returning to each class after radio gymnastics as before, it is necessary to perform "running exercises" that last about [-] minutes.

There are more girls than boys in the sixth class. During the exercises, men and women stand in a mixed line. The boys are tall and stand in the back two rows.

No. [-] Middle School has been called the sick man of sports for a long time, and the students have long developed the bad habit of lazily paddling. There are nearly a thousand people standing on the green football field, and there are about a hundred classes.It’s just that there are not many classes that do the gymnastics well.

Jiang Zhou was the tallest in the class, standing in the back corner of the line, and Song Mian stood diagonally opposite him, always taking the opportunity to look at him.

He found that Jiang Zhou really had a personality. When he was doing exercises, he didn't even like to paddle. Others would shake their hands and kick their legs anyway. The Buddha put his hands in his pockets, his face was expressionless, and he was as motionless as a statue.

Chu Xiaonan and the grade director were just standing and chatting. The two looked around many times, and ordered several students who imitated Jiang Zhou's cos sculpture, but they ignored Jiang Zhou.

Song Mian thought, the god of learning is given special treatment, and the scumbags are not envious.

"Hey, is that idiot from class four still staring at you? This shit hasn't been resolved yet?" Zhang Jin tilted his head and asked Zheng Qiran.

Taking advantage of body rotation, several boys in the front and back rows chatted quietly.

"He said he wanted to compete with me again," Zheng Qiran waved his hand symbolically, his face was stinky, "Is there any way to compete? Who the hell can he beat? That bad skill."

"I always feel that Zhao Xiaoyou has another purpose, it's just playing ball, normal people are not so stingy, so they won't have such deep conflicts." Chu Qingci said.

"Maybe that idiot owes so much?" Zheng Qiran looked disdainful, "I think he is the kind of stingy person."

"Why do I think he's not looking at Gou Ran?" Lin Pingping said, "From that angle, he looks more like staring at the young master, right?"

The young master is Song Mian, and those who are close to him occasionally call him that.He and Zheng Qiran were about the same height, they stood in the front row, Song Mian stood in front.

Seeing that the conversation was on her, Song Mian withdrew her gaze from peeping at the beautiful boy, stretched her neck, and looked towards Class [-]: "Who is Zhao Xiaoyou?"

"The one in the last row who didn't wear a school uniform jacket, was tall and fierce." Zhang Jin said.

Song Mian followed the description, and happened to meet the fierce Zhao Xiaoyou.

Then Zhao Xiaoyou immediately spat on the ground, obviously provocative.

Song Mian was sure, he had never met Zhao Xiaoyou before, and he had never heard of it, so where did the hostility come from, could he be sick?

The last section of gymnastics is over, and the next section is the running session. When the music on the school radio changes, each class begins to change formation.

Each class organizes teams according to the number of people in each class.

Zheng Qiran was the sports committee member of the sixth class, and was responsible for running in front of the team and shouting slogans, and Song Mian was the class monitor, in charge of running behind the team and whistling.

He took his private goods with him, stepped back with a whistle in his mouth, and stood in a row with Jiang Zhou, shoulder to shoulder.Following the music rhythm of the broadcast, the team began to move forward slowly.

The football field, on the red 400-meter rubber runway, accommodates dozens of class squares. The third year of senior high school does not need to run, and the running team only has senior ones and senior twos.

After ten o'clock, the sun had risen completely, and the weather in late September was still hot and dry. Under the scorching sun, the rubber runway gave off a strong and unpleasant smell of burning. The students in blue and white school uniforms ran, and the soles of their feet seemed to be on fire. , hot and hot.

"One, two, three, four, one two three four!" The slogans came and went.

Song Mian's physical strength is not bad. He practiced while playing basketball. When running, he and Jiang Zhou would rub shoulders from time to time. The clear fragrance and warm body temperature from the opponent's body almost made him short of breath.

Everyone is a coddled master, shouting a slogan is weak and half dead, and Zheng Qiran doesn't even shout a word for a long time.Only when the rostrum was approaching did the whole class cheer up and shout slogans under the leadership of the sports committee.

There are too many girls, no matter how majestic the slogan sounds, it sounds extremely tender.

Song Mian cleared his throat, he had to keep blowing the whistle, and he didn't stop after running for two laps, his mouth was really soft.

"My mouth hurts from blowing." He frowned and complained to Jiang Zhou, while talking, he continued to blow intermittently, just now and then, as if he was about to lose his breath.

Jiang Zhou's face was not red and he was out of breath. Even though he had run two laps, he still maintained his white and ruddy skin, and his breathing rate was the same as usual. "According to experience, one more lap will finish it."

"But I really can't take it anymore. Please help me blow it. I'm tired and hungry. I got up late in the morning and didn't eat breakfast. I really can't blow it." Song Mian took off the whistle from his neck in embarrassment. , to give him.

The whistle was silver, and Song Mian bought it himself. He felt that the school issued ones were unhygienic, and he was afraid that others would blow them.

Jiang Zhou didn't answer the call, and didn't reply to his words. He just continued to run.

After another 50 meters of running, Song Mian couldn't blow anymore, and the whistle of the sixth class was almost silent. Lao Huang, who was patrolling the football field, shouted: "Sixth class, whistle!"

"Brother~" Song Mian pitifully pulled Jiang Zhou's clothes.

Jiang Zhou remained unmoved.

"Brother, please, I beg you~" Song Mian muttered coquettishly, hooking Jiang Zhou's clothes corners with her fingers, pulling and tugging, "You can blow it off for me."

Jiang Zhou had no choice but to stare at him, looking at him with the expression that you don't think I'm a fool: "You have the strength to beg me, but don't have the strength to whistle?"

"... Ah, it's more difficult to whistle." Song Mian didn't give up, and stubbornly handed him the whistle, "Help me whistle~"

Jiang Zhou stared at him deeply for at least 20 seconds, and finally took the whistle, "No, it's not an example."

Seeing that he agreed, Song Mian was overjoyed and nodded frantically, "Yeah!"

When Jiang Zhou put the tip of the whistle in his mouth, Song Mian's eyes turned green.

Indirect kissing! Get! !

After running, she was sweating all over, Song Mian took off her jacket, and stretched her T-shirt to cool off.

Jiang Zhou didn't sweat much, so he took a wet towel to wipe off his sweat, and another one for Song Mian, Zheng Qiran and the others.

Song Mian wiped his neck and cheeks, Jiang Zhou looked at it and said, "Wipe your forehead, there is dust on your nose."

Song Mian wiped it obediently, and asked him, "Is there any dust left?"

Jiang Zhou took a closer look, shook his head, "It's gone."

Zheng Qiran grinned, "Hey, the handsome guy is more delicate than us. Usually we play ball, and after running, it's so hot that it's good enough to have a crumpled piece of paper to wipe off our sweat."

He is now a fan of Jiangzhou, and he worships people as gods.

"That's why you're ugly." Song Mian choked on him.

"Take sloppy as your personality, no wonder no girls are willing to talk to you." Lin Pingping echoed.

"Hey, I don't agree with this. Who said no girl cares about me?" Zheng Qiran retorted, raising his neck and calling Tian Xin: "Xiao Tiantian, hurry up, come and call brother."

Tian Xin gritted her teeth, "Fart! Go to hell, silly dog!"

Jiang Zhou: Doudou, you are so angry, what will you do when you kiss in the future?

Doudou: I'm fine, refreshed!Don't wait later, you can kiss now/(sincerely)