let loose

The end of every run is the most crowded moment in Gewulou.There is a 10-minute break between classes, and half an hour delay after running exercises. In addition, the distance from the football field to the teaching building has to go around a basketball court and the gymnasium. In order to rush to the classroom before the bell rings, except for a few classes on the first floor, A swarm of bees squeezed into the corridor.

There were so many people that we couldn't squeeze in anyway, and it was hot and sweaty. Song Mian knew how to give in and enjoy.He walked leisurely to the canteen and asked for two bottles of water, Jiang Zhou took one for himself.

It was only a few minutes before the bell rang, and there would be no one in the canteen. Jiang Zhou took a sip of water after saying thank you, and then reciprocated, buying a small pudding for Song Mian.

"Thank you." Song Mian pretended to be calm and took the ice cream bought by Jiang Zhou, secretly happy and wanted to show off, but held back.

"I remember you like this taste," Jiang Zhou said, "I remember right?"

Song Mian smiled and tore open the package, smelling the fragrance of milk and feeling relieved, took a symbolic bite, and said, "Why don't you buy it for yourself, and buy the flavor I like, eh?"

Jiang Zhou drank the whole bottle of water, tightened the cap, took the ice cream wrapper from Song Mian's hand, and said flatly, "Throw it away if you don't want to eat it."

"Um, I'll eat it, who said I won't eat it." Song Mian took a big mouthful, her tongue was numb from the cold, and she didn't feel it, feeling like the cold air was about to come out of her nostrils.

Jiang Zhou didn't speak, and threw away the wrapping paper of the small pudding for Song Mian.

While eating, Song Mian watched his movements, thinking that Jiang Zhou is really boring, he can't even take a joke, but he likes him, he is looking for abuse.

Zheng Qiran leaned on Chu Qingci and chatted leisurely, watching the two people over there chatting and laughing, full of gossip, and intentionally pleasing Song Mian, "Oh brother Song, you are too double-standard, we How many years have I been with you, and I don't get this kind of treatment."

He was referring to the matter of buying water for Jiang Zhou, it was rare for Song Mian to take the initiative and be kind to others.

"It's related to wool, I have to buy it myself." Song Mian heard the teasing in his words, turned to stare at him, took out two yuan in his pocket and threw it over, "There's no need to look for it."

Song Mian's temper is not good, he has never had extra patience with anyone except Jiang Zhou.

"Do you think it's these two dollars that I'm missing?" Zheng Qiran got used to it, smoothed out the rolled banknotes, bared his teeth like a thief, and deliberately bumped into Song Mian's shoulder, "What I'm missing is Brother Song's money." love~"

"Love fart, get out." Song Mian heard the word love, her brain buzzed and her heart beat crazily.He had just realized what he wanted, and he was so sensitive that he couldn't listen to what he liked or loved, for fear that someone would find out if he accidentally showed his flaws.

Song Mian observed Jiang Zhou quietly. Jiang Zhou lowered his head, straightened the sleeves of his school uniform stacked on his elbows, and smoothed out his hair that was blown by the wind while running. There seemed to be nothing unusual, and he was relieved.

Unceremoniously kicked Zheng Qiran away, the scumbag, and threw the ice cream stick after eating into the trash can, "Hurry up, buy it and leave."

Then he clapped his hands and walked away gracefully, not forgetting to drag Jiang Zhou along.

"Hiss, I said, young master, can you kick people more lightly?" Zheng Qiran was kicked forward and almost lost his footing. He helped Lin Ping stabilize his body, and turned his head to look at his injured buttocks, "Fuck you!" It’s so heavy, there’s no mark on my trousers, right?”

"No," Chu Qingci walked behind Zheng Qi, seeing the big footprints on his blue school trousers shining brightly, raised his foot to follow the footprints again, and suppressed a smile, "I can't say now."

Chu Qingci hit the target, he was so happy, he ran quickly in the next second!

"Fuck me!" Zheng Qiran was stunned by the kick, and immediately ran after him, "Chu Qingci! You fucking stand for me, I will blow your ass off!"

"Hey!" Lin Pingping glanced at the time, 2 minutes before class.The next class is Chinese, Ye Qing has a hot temper, scolding people very fiercely, he couldn't enter the classroom even if he was late, so he hurried to catch up.

For Song Mian, mathematics class is torture and purgatory. If he could choose, he would rather be a beggar than learn mathematics.

Lin Guang's class is actually very interesting. Compared with the general boring class, the atmosphere in his class is always active, but Song Mian is a dou who can't afford it.

As soon as you hear a function curve, your eyelids immediately start to fight, the kind that can't be torn apart.

Jiang Zhou is writing notes. This class is one of the key courses in the compulsory third class. It can account for about seven points in the college entrance examination. He originally remembered it seriously, but the deskmate is too eye-catching.

boom--

Song Mian bumped his head against the desk for the third time, the sound was muffled, and the pain made him grin his teeth, and he woke up halfway from dozing off, rubbing his forehead with his palms, muttering about the pain, and gasping softly.

The scumbag goes to class, remembers to eat but not to hit, the pain in the forehead is gone, and the drowsiness returns immediately.

Jiang Zhou watched silently from the corner of his eye for a while, and waited for Song Mian's body to sway again, his head bit by bit, his mouth still muttering, and he had to knock again.He bent his eyes, smiled slightly, and found a soft sponge for napping in the belly of the table, and put it on the place where Song Mian always kowtowed.

There was a lunch break after this class, and it took 5 minutes for Lin Guang to finish the class.The students looked at the clock face on the top of the blackboard pacing every minute and every second, and felt as slow as a turtle crawling.

It was approaching noon, and the sun was getting stronger and stronger. Outside the window was the top of the old pagoda tree downstairs. The light came in through the cracks in the leaves and shone on Song Mian's face and head. face, restless sleep.

After Jiang Zhou finished brushing up a college entrance examination question involving the knowledge he learned today, he caught a glimpse of Song Mian's mouth pouted from the corner of his eye. With a pen in his hand, he picked up a booklet of exercises and placed it beside Song Mian's face to block the sunlight, while with the other hand he slowly searched for a book to read.

Seeing that the pointer turns less than 1 minute, the students gradually became restless, and the classroom atmosphere became anxious.Zhang Jin pulled his neck and said, "Mr. Xiao Lin, otherwise you should leave get out of class early. When the bell rings later, all other classes will be over. Our class is on the fourth floor. When we go to the cafeteria and line up for half a day, we can only eat at most." Order vegetable dregs and soup with rice."

When I was a student, robbing the cafeteria was a beautiful landscape that could not be ignored. It was a beautiful landscape that I hated and laughed so hard. The women and men who were as disregarded as the wind ran in the front line just to eat a hot meal.

Usually, running and exercising one by one is exhausting and complaining, only at this time, they can stimulate their potential, and they disappear in a second like a strong wind.

Lin Photovoltaic was writing the lesson plan on the podium, and chuckled when he heard this, "Is that an exaggeration?"

"It's such an exaggeration, teacher, you don't know how capable the hungry gang in our school are. Every time they rob the cafeteria, they are like starving ghosts reincarnated. They are all faster than supercars, and Bolt can't catch up with them." , willing to bow down." Zheng Qiran said.

"Our class is originally on the fourth floor, so we don't have an advantage in terms of geographical location. Every time I can't grab a few classes on the first floor, I haven't had enough food for a few days." A girl in the back row also said, listening It looks pitiful.

Lin Guang frowned and thought for a while, then finally nodded, "Okay, go, keep quiet and don't disturb other classes."

"okay!"

After getting approval, the students ran away, forgetting Lin Guang's instructions, and there was a lot of noise when they went downstairs. Fortunately, class was about to end, and all classes were in a state of impatience. If they were noisy, they would make noise Others, the students in the classes closest to the corridor heard the movement, and were very anxious.

Song Mian was also woken up by the rattling sound of tables and chairs, and there was still a small red mark on her forehead.

"Going to eat?" Jiang Zhou put down the exercise book, took back the sponge, and asked him.

Song Mian just woke up, still confused, and obediently nodded with a red seal on her face.

"Brother Song, hurry up, there will be no room later." Zheng Qiran called him.

"Here we come." Song Mian rubbed his forehead, walking one after the other with Jiang Zhou.

Lin Guang was still writing the lesson plan and didn't move. Looking at the two of them leisurely, he smiled and said, "You two are calm, aren't you afraid to go late and eat vegetable dregs?"

"Eat whatever you have," Song Mian said, "Anyway, they all taste the same."

Aunts in canteens across the country may all worship the same chef as their teacher.Every school, no matter university, high school, junior high school or elementary school, the food cooked in the cafeteria has surprisingly similar taste and similar dishes.

The condition of the cafeteria in No. [-] Middle School is pretty good. There is meat every day. Pork is a must. Other chicken, duck, fish, and geese can be chosen at will. It is a perfect combination of two meat and two vegetables.However, no matter how good the raw materials are, the aunts can still make the taste of boiled cabbage, and the level is not stable. Occasionally, the dishes lack salt and salt, and sometimes they are extremely salty.

"Hurry up, hurry up, get out of class is over in a few tens of seconds, and the big troops will be finished when they arrive!"

"I seem to have forgotten my meal card, what should I do!"

"I have, I'll brush it for you, hurry up, grandma!"

Some classes were also released, and the number of people in the corridor gradually increased.

Song Mian and Jiang Zhou went downstairs side by side, and Song Mian walked outside.A few girls followed behind the two of them, chattering and sometimes sniggering, not knowing what they said so funny.

Just as she turned the corner and went downstairs, there was a sound of footsteps behind her. The movement was so loud that she felt that the whole building was shaking with the sound of footsteps. Song Mian subconsciously turned around. Before she could see who it was, her body was covered He slammed into him with great force, and his foot was stepped on by someone.

"Fuck." Song Mian's instep was stabbed deeply, and she was stunned by the pain for a moment, her body fell forward with inertia, and she roared with anger in her heart. I'm a new sneaker, limited edition, I'm a grass mud horse!

This was still halfway up the stairs, Song Mian's figure kept shaking, like a swaying leaf, floating around and about to fall, Jiang Zhou was startled, and quickly reached out to grab him into his arms, wrapping his arms around his.

"Hey—" the girls behind were all frightened.

The culprit who hit people was stopped by Zheng Qiran and the others.Zheng Qiran was furious, "Are you fucking blind or lame? You are such an adult, you can't see and you have to bump into someone?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't see it." It was the fierce Zhao Xiaoyou who bumped into him. He shrugged impatiently and apologized without any sincerity.

"I think you fucking did it on purpose," Zheng Qiran spat at him.

There was already a feud between the two of them, Zhao Xiaoyou was upset, it is not impossible to intentionally hit someone.

Zhao Xiaoyou was still shaking his head, with a face like you can do nothing to me, and walked away with his friend shoulder to shoulder.

Song Mian didn't think about it, he would have kicked him up earlier, but at this time, he was hugging Jiang Zhou's waist, smelling the faint fragrance of the person's body, he was distracted, and felt that his waist was so thin.

"Aren't you in pain?" Jiang Zhou lowered his head and asked him.

"It hurts, it hurts to death." Song Mian frowned quickly, and lifted her foot in pain, "It's definitely impossible to go down the stairs. You have to support me to barely walk."

Jiang Zhou didn't expose his poor acting skills, but actually hugged him halfway in his arms and helped him walk step by step.

"Is that man sick? The road is so wide and he bumped into someone. Are you okay, Song Mian?" asked the girl who witnessed it.

"Does it hurt? I have anti-inflammatory drugs over there, and rubbing it on will reduce the swelling quickly." Another girl said.

"It's okay, it's not swollen," Song Mian smiled at the girls, "Thank you."

Several girls looked at each other, blushing.

"Are you okay?" Chu Qingci stepped up a few steps, making a gesture to help.

Song Mian quickly waved her hand, "No need, Jiang Zhou's support is enough, let's go, there will be too many people in line for a while."

"Let's go," Lin Pingping grabbed Chu Qingci's outstretched hand, and smiled at Song Mian, "Brother Song, if you want Jiang Zhou to help you, let him help you."

Song Mian blushed as soon as she heard this, until her ears were red, but she didn't get angry, and she didn't speak anymore.It is better to be silent than to say more and make more mistakes, and let everything be silent.

"Don't hold it so tight," Jiang Zhou grabbed Song Mian's hand around his waist, "It's too tight to use."

"Oh." Song Mian hastily let go, and put her paw up again after a few seconds.

The aloof author didn't know what to say, but he didn't want to appear to be too aloof, so he said this sentence. Sometimes I don't reply to the comments to show my aloofness. I am an aloof author.