let loose

[Tree Hole: Why are you angry? ]

[A hundred thousand reasons: My friend has been worrying about this for a long time.At first, he saw his sweetheart using a touch-tone phone, thinking that his family was poor, so he thought of giving him a mobile phone, which would be convenient for contact. Later, something happened, and he knew that his family opened a chain store and was rich, so he couldn’t give this mobile phone away. shot. ]

Song Mian was secretly happy while typing, thinking that I have a friend who is really useful.He can say what he wants to say without any scruples. Anyway, in Xiao Qi's version, the protagonist is his friend.

Although Song Mianhui's words were general and his writing was off-line, Jiang Zhou still made a name for himself.I have a friend who is so fake that he can't hide it from Jiang Zhou.

Read it word by word, and then make a little correspondence, and the answer will appear immediately.

A little bit surprised that Song Mian wanted to give him a mobile phone, and had been worried for a long time.He didn't feel much about Song Mian's words like "sweetheart" in his words, but he thought it was cute.

[Tree Hole: Don't dare to send it? ]

[A hundred thousand reasons: no title.At the beginning, my friend thought about being overbearing, and it was just a mobile phone, but thinking too much made him restrain his hands.In the end, I really wanted to give it, but I didn't dare, after all, this is a mobile phone, not a lollipop. ]

If it's just an ordinary friend, giving you a mobile phone will make you appear to be a pretentious person.

The mobile phone is expensive and the relationship is not in place. If you give it away, if the other party does not accept it, it will appear hypocritical, but if it is accepted, it will be uneasy.

Jiang Zhou raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect Song Mian to look stupid, but his thoughts were quite careful.He put out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can. He leaned his left shoulder against the cold wall and leaned his head against it. Before he could reply, another message came from the other side:

[A hundred thousand reasons: wait for half a month, today!My friend found a new reason to give away his phone!Leaving aside the cause and history, the ending is that the sweetheart helped me a lot. Can you use the mobile phone as a thank you gift? ]

[Shudong: Don't worry, it won't be too late after the relationship is established. ]

He doesn't need Song Mian's phone, but he can't directly refuse on WeChat.Song Mian's mind is too simple to defend at all. Now that he knows so many little secrets of Song Mian, now that he is Jiang Zhou, with Song Mian's awkward personality, he might die of embarrassment and indignation.

[One hundred thousand reasons: You mean wait until you catch it before giving it away? ]

Tsk, Jiang Zhou frowned quickly. This kid's brain circuit is too far away. He is obviously tactfully refusing.

[Tree hole: . . .wait a little longer]

It's okay to wait.As soon as the impulsiveness passed, Song Mian felt that what Qi Zai said was right. When Jiang Zhou was caught, there would be no reason to give gifts. There was no need to be so entangled now.

Song Mian kicked off his slippers and climbed onto the bed with a whimper. Thinking of what Jiang Zhou had done during the day, his heart skipped a beat like driving a bouncing car. He pinched the tip of his nose to feel the softness there. touch.

The phone next to his face lit up, and he groped to unlock it. It was a message from the homework network:

Sao Sheng Ji Ke: My friend, I’m sorry, I just learned that my baby was fined to write an inspection, and I have to ask for it on Friday, and I can’t write two copies in two days, please unsubscribe, I’m really sorry.

Such a coincidence?Song Mian blinked, baby?Are parents so open these days?Write the check for your child yourself?

I envy this baby.

Handsome Cowboy: It's okay, being a parent is not easy.

Saosheng: Haha, Baobao is a nickname. Baobao and I are classmates, in the same class.

Sao Sheng Ji Ke: It’s hard to find a shooter now, and people on the website are panicking recently. If you really can’t find a shooter, I can give you writing tips.

Song Mian arched his nose, thinking in his heart, no need, my deskmate is a college god, I just ask him, but what he sent was:

Handsome Cowboy: Please advise.

Jiang Zhou leaned against the wall, bowed his head and finished typing. A few locks of wet hair were hanging on his forehead, and water droplets slipped into his eyes. He was quite uncomfortable. He entered the dormitory, took a towel and began to wipe his hair.

Jiang Zhou didn't stop until his hair stopped dripping, and hung the towel beside the bed.

"Oh, Xueshen, do you want milk tea?"

The roommate who lived on the opposite bed from Jiang Zhou came back from the commissary in a hurry, with a big bag of snacks in his hand, played around and threw some food for another roommate who was applying a mask, and then handed Jiang Zhou a bottle of Assam.

Living together for a month, the two roommates and Jiang Zhou can talk a little bit, and they will take the initiative to ask questions they don't understand.

Jiang Zhou is not stingy, he explains the topics with clear ideas, and he never tires of taking the trouble. Every time his roommates listen to his explanations, they are always slow-witted, and have a kind of epiphany.

After getting along, the two of them also roughly figured out the habit of studying God.I found that Xueshen is not much different from normal people except that he is a super cleanliness fanatic and a problem-solving freak.

Jiang Zhou didn't remember the roommate's name. He wasn't used to drinking milk tea, but he didn't refuse. He reached out to take it, "Thank you."

The roommate waved his hands again and again, "Hey, thank you, thank you for giving me such a papaya-headed lecture topic."

"He did the self-study questions at night, and there was a math problem that he struggled with for half an hour and didn't write it out. This is because he wants to learn." Said the roommate who lay on the bed and put on a mask.

"I want you to talk too much! Even bread can't stop your mouth!" The roommate snapped back angrily.

Jiang Zhou put Assam on the table, looked at the time, and turned off the light for half an hour. He found the lamp and data cable in the drawer, went to find a plug to charge the lamp, and said to his roommate, "You take a shower first, Show me the question later."

Jiang · Cleanliness Wang · Zhou, outsiders are not allowed to get close without taking a bath.

"Okay!" The roommate cheerfully packed up her pajamas and went to take a shower.

Sao Sheng Bitch sent Song Mian a 2.3M writing portfolio. After Song Mian downloaded it, he was stunned as soon as he opened it. Sleepy visited immediately. He stretched his eyes and went to send a message to Sao Sheng Bitch:

Handsome Cowboy: Too many, too lazy to read.

Sao Sheng Ji Ke: Then I will briefly talk about it.The most important thing when writing an inspection is sincerity. You have to let the teacher see your attitude of admitting mistakes.

Sao Sheng Ji Ke: First of all, where is the mistake, and second is to write the cause and process completely (I suggest you highlight and magnify the other party’s mistakes, and don’t let go of every flaw, pick yourself clean, clean up, and then Sell ​​miserably, sincerely admit your mistakes, and promise not to do it again).Finally, there are corrective measures (it’s best to make up the number of words in this paragraph, try to make up as much nonsense as possible, look forward to the future and work together, you can make it up according to the good words, the teacher will laugh from ear to ear when he hears it.).

Handsome Cowboy: ...

To be honest, from junior high school to the current sophomore year of high school, Song Mian has been fined to write inspection papers, if not a hundred, there are fifty, literally.The money he spent on finding the shooter was enough to buy several mobile phones for Jiang Zhou, and he hadn't actually written the inspection report by himself.

Blame the unscrupulous parents who reported the homework network!

Sao Sheng Ji Ke: One more point, citing scriptures.Do you understand?It's like writing an essay, citing famous allusions, copying a few firm and inspirational sentences, and your examination will be stable!

Song Composition Xiaobai Miankuang nodded, convinced.He went to Baidu to find a model essay, messed up the order, changed the story and made it up.Finally, after two days and two nights, Song Mian's examination paper was finally completed.

After he finished writing, he also deliberately checked it again.Make sure to write enough [-] words, with quotations from scriptures and allusions from famous people, and only if you are firm and inspirational can you rest assured.

On Friday morning, Song Mian and Jiang Zhou obediently went to the Moral Education Department and handed in the inspection.

In the afternoon, the school’s official website issued a notice, confirming that the National Day holiday will be closed for nine days. The whole school will make up classes this week, and continue to study at night on Friday night until the next Monday morning after the class ends.

The first class in the afternoon is geography. Song Mian was drowsy, and the chicken pecked at the rice and couldn't sleep well. He even dreamed in a daze. In the dream, he had superpowers, he could fly, and he could fly with one step After crossing a densely forested mountain, he was so excited that he stepped several times in a row, and then he stepped on the air, and he woke up with fright.

Jiang Zhou was carefully taking notes in his hand, his eyes looked sideways from time to time, and sometimes he looked at his deskmate with a small face, pouted and muttered, and sometimes had shortness of breath. Rubbing his eyes in a daze, he calmly looked away and found that the notes were written in a wrong way.

Song Mian woke up startled from sleep, did not close her eyes again, and simply looked at Jiang Zhou's notes with her face propped up.

Jiang Zhou's handwriting was beautiful, atmospheric and clean, but Song Mian's attention was on his finger holding the pen, and then shifted to his serious and beautiful profile.

Jiang Zhou belongs to the type with 360 degrees and no dead angle. In order to prove this point, Song Mian has verified it boringly.

He deliberately dropped the pen, squatted down to pick it up, and looked up. Jiang Zhou's chin and nostrils were beautiful.

"Take notes, the teacher has stared at you three times."

Jiang Zhou's lips moved, and he quickly glanced at Song Mian.

Song Mian quickly sat up straight and peeked at the podium. The teacher was indeed staring at him. He smiled back, grabbed the fountain pen that Jiang Zhou always put on the border between the two desks, pretended to draw on the book, and turned his head. Ask Jiang Zhou, "What page?"

"Geography," Jiang Zhou glanced at the mathematics on his desk, and said without changing his expression, "Compulsory 48, lesson [-], page [-]."

For Song Mian, a scumbag, Jiang Zhou is his human-shaped newspaper machine, the one that can ask questions and answer them at any time.He said oh, not at all ashamed, facing the cannibalistic eyes of the geography teacher, slowly put away the math book, and then slowly took out the geography book.

After pretending to be a good student for more than ten minutes, when the get out of class bell rang, Song Mian immediately lost his bones and collapsed on the table to catch up on sleep.

Before leaving, the geography teacher asked the school committee to collect the homework, and it was arranged on Wednesday, and it was agreed to be due on Friday.

Xu Xiao clicked some homework, only Song Mian and the boys didn't hand it in, she got up and looked, the boys were not in the classroom, probably went downstairs to play.Song Mian was here, and she carried a stack of homework and walked to the back corner. She saw that he was sleeping on the table, only the back of his hairy head and two white ears were exposed. She didn't dare to disturb the sleeping bully for fear of being caught. cut.

Jiang Zhou, the school bully's deskmate, didn't sleep, but Jiang Zhou was colder than Song Mian, and with the feeling that she had a wall with the god of learning, she hesitated and couldn't make up her mind for a while.

Jiang Zhou finished memorizing the key points of this lesson, and was about to find related topics to do. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a girl in a blue and white school uniform. He turned his head suspiciously, "Huh?"

Xu Xiao has always known that Xueshen is good-looking, but being looked at by Xueshen like this, no matter how hard-hearted she is, she can't help blushing. She bit her lips tightly and stammered: "Song, Song Mian, I haven't done my homework, I haven't handed it in."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhou chuckled, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he put down the pen in his hand, raised his hand to caress the back of Song Mian's hairy head, rubbed it vigorously, and said, "Get up and hand in your homework."

! ! !Xu Xiao's eyes widened, her arms holding the homework were trembling.Damn! ! !What did I see! ! !

Song Mian hummed and arched her head, "I didn't write."

The voice was sticky, just waking up lazy.

Jiang Zhou: "The class representative came to collect it, get up and write."

Song Mian was quiet for a while, and actually got up, "I don't know how to copy yours."

"I handed it in." Jiang Zhou withdrew his hand, opened the sprint file to find a problem to do.

Song Mian looked up at Xu Xiao: "Well, can you help me find Jiang Zhou's homework? I promise to hand it in next class."

Xu Xiao: "..." You are handsome, and you are right.

The last class in the afternoon was self-study, Song Mian finished copying homework and went to catch up on sleep.While I was dreaming, I heard a commotion in the class.Song Mian opened her eyes in a daze, and saw four middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes standing on the podium, and several female teachers standing at the door.Song Mian recognized a few, they were the school leaders of No. [-] Middle School.

The originally noisy self-study class was silent at this moment, and the students stared quietly at the metal detectors in the hands of several school leaders on the podium.

Song Mian woke up immediately after dozing off.

damn it! ! !This posture is to search the mobile phone! ! !

More than half a month ago, the school’s official website stated that students are not allowed to bring mobile phones during school. .

This time, there are several groups of people in the school, Zhizhilou in the first year of high school, and two groups in Gewulou in the second year of high school.

Class [-] is on the far left of the fourth floor of Gewu Building, and Class [-] on the far right is the first class to be inspected in Gewu Building. The two classes were inspected almost at the same time, so they didn't hear any news. They were caught off guard and wanted to hide. too late.

On the podium, Lao Huang and Lao Li were standing next to the principal on the left and right. Song Mian and Lao Huang looked at each other and immediately turned their guilt away.

The leaders didn't say much. As soon as the machine was turned on, the red dot lit up, and the search began when the wind was down.

The efficiency of the machine is high, and when it detects the existence of a mobile phone, it will beep, and the first position in the first row has been searched out.

The mobile phones of the two girls were collected by the female teacher and placed on the podium without saying a word.

"Fuck, it's too ruthless!" Song Mian lost control of her expression and muttered in a low voice.

"Huh?" Jiang Zhou raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Song Mian shook her head, exhausted physically and mentally, not knowing what to say.

Others only have a mobile phone anyway.He put three books in this schoolbag, and his mother was condemned to death.