let loose

Jiang Zhou read the poem at least five times, returned the letter to Song Mian, and said in a very appreciative tone: "The idea is unique, but rotten wood can be carved."

Song Mian was overwhelmed by the compliment, hugged the letter paper in a daze, and made a dazed face with a perfect cosplay.

Chu Qingci and the others stood at the door, and the three of them took turns poking their heads into the room.Not long after the two left the office, several people came downstairs sparsely one after another, and the inspection written by Song Mian was circulated one by one.

That poem is obviously the best in the book, anyone who reads it will have to praise it, awesome!

The whole Mingde Building was filled with the weird laughter of the teenagers.

Chu Qingci laughed more subduedly and didn't make a sound, Lin Pingping laughed so hard that his stomach was full of laughter, Zheng Qiran was the most exaggerated, he went downstairs and beat the wall crazily.

Song Mian put his hands in his pockets, seeing Zheng Qiran laughing so hard that he didn't deserve to be beaten, so he kicked him angrily, "Smile, laugh, fart! Lao Tzu quoted classics and classics, do you have any opinions?"

"Don't dare, you are already a masterpiece. To be reasonable, I really didn't laugh like this on purpose, hahaha..." Zheng Qiran quickly took two steps forward while rubbing his buttocks, "It's mainly because of your masterpiece, Too fucking arrogant hahaha!!! Brother Song, you are really my brother, what else are you afraid of hahaha!"

"No one is arrogant, domineering, trying to compete with Lao Huang," Chu Qingci gave a thumbs up, "Brother Song, you are awesome."

"Since Lao Huang started drinking wolfberry tea after imitating Lao Li, his temper has improved a lot," Lin Pingping teased, "Brother Song, thank you Lao Li, this will be according to Lao Huang's previous tyrannosaurus temper, and I will definitely kill you on the spot." Tear it up and eat it."

"He asked me to rewrite a copy, [-] characters." Song Mian rubbed his face sadly, "I'd rather be scolded."

It's been three days, the homework network should be restored, and it's better to find a gunman, he is not material for writing articles.

The school leaders searched mobile phones in a hurry. In the first and second grades of high school, they searched a total of four classes and ended in a hurry. The mobile phones found in the four classes alone were already filled with two baskets the size of milk crates.

In the evening, Chu Xiaonan came to Class [-] to inform that the students whose mobile phones were confiscated went to the Political and Educational Office to claim them after school on Monday, no exceptions.

The students were so moved that they almost burst into tears on the spot, and kept calling the head teacher mighty.

The poem written by Song Mian was moved into the official website by Lao Huang, and it was published in the student misbehavior section. The red underline is bolded and placed at the top, to remind other students to keep their feet on the ground and not try to be clever.

Afterwards, it was not enough, Song Mian's idiot masterpiece was printed on A4 paper the next day, and posted on the bulletin boards of the Moral Education Department, the Political and Education Department, and the teaching buildings of the first, second, and third grades for people to look up to.

Leaving aside the nonsense in the poem, just a few short words of nonsense almost summed up the cause of the fight that day. After the results, the poem is actually not bad, but the place is staggered.

Putting it online and handing it over to the moral education department of the school is purely a scam.

Song Mian and this poem have been very popular in the post bar for two days, and they have gained a new nickname - Contemporary Poetry Grass.

The meaning of contemporary poet + school grass.

Song Mian was originally a man of the hour, and he gained attention wherever he went, and it was even worse in the past two days. When the girls saw him, they still blushed and screamed in whispers. .

There were not many girls in the class who talked to him, and when they saw him, they still smiled and teased casually, "Hey, Shicao is here!"

Song Mian usually raises her eyelids at this time, her eyes seem to be eating people, and everything she says is in it.The girls would salute and say I was wrong.

Even if you don't change after repeated admonition, you will call again next time.

Song Mian half-folded on the table, propped up his chin, poked the back of Jiang Zhou's writing hand with the other hand, and said depressingly, "Fart poetry grass, those who don't know it think it's a straw bag of grass."

Jiang Zhou turned a page of the book with one hand, deliberately ignored the numb itching coming from the back of his hand, raised his eyelids to look at him, and said leisurely, "Is the inspection finished?"

Well, that must not be the case.Song Mian grinned, and quickly tapped the fingers on the back of Jiang Zhou's hand, as if playing the piano.It wasn't until Jiang Zhou came over with his eyes of killing Wushe again, that he withdrew his hand resentfully, holding the pen cap in his mouth, and forced to write the inspection.

Teenagers are the most impatient. They already know the holiday time, so every moment of making up lessons is a torment.

The so-called nine-day holiday in Cao Ying is so long!Excited to think about it, and my mind flew to Madagascar.

On Sunday, Tuesday's class was made up. In the evening, Chu Xiaonan took up the math evening self-study and held a short meeting in class to determine the itinerary of the autumn friendship meeting.

The students fully demonstrated that they are very different from the lifeless classroom. They were divided into camps and fought with each other, and the debate competition was nothing more than that.

Some said that they went to Disney to return to their childhood, some said that they went to a haunted house to challenge the limit, some said that they went to Hawaii to soak in the sun, beach and sea wave cactus, and some said that these were all old things left over from the past few years.

Class 30, more than 30 people with more than 30 smiley faces and more than [-] mouths, chattering and chattering, there was a half-night self-study session, and finally Chu Xiaonan made a decision, and gathered at the school gate at [-] a.m. on October [-], and the whole class went to the suburban Deyuan Farmhouse Have a self-help party.

Monday is the hardest, and we have a holiday after the fourth quarter in the morning.Watching the clock hanging on the wall move slowly one frame at a time, and can't complete a circle in half a day, the students feel like they are sitting on pins and needles, and the seconds are like years.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, before the teacher could speak, the sound of tables and chairs colliding made a group noise, seeing the eager and begging expressions of each of the students, Ye Qing sighed and waved his hand to signal the end of get out of class.

Zheng Qiran rushed to the door with his schoolbag in his arms, and suddenly remembered something, and turned to Song Mian and shouted, "Brother Song! Don't forget that no one will die at twelve o'clock the night after tomorrow! See you soon!"

"Fuck! The open beta of the life-saving system, right? At zero o'clock on October [-]rd, a new announcement was made on Speed's official website last night!" Zhang Jin answered.

"Hurry up, the Political and Education Office is walking, mobile phone!" Peng Yang urged the students who blocked the door and refused to leave.

Song Mian responded, and slowly packed his schoolbag. Seeing that Jiang Zhou was about to get up and leave, he couldn't help asking, "How do you arrange your vacation? Do you want to go home?"

Jiang Zhou's family lives in Beijing, and it takes time and effort to go back and forth, so he usually stays at school on weekends.The National Day holiday is long this time, most of them have to go home.

"No," Jiang Zhou said.

He put the schoolbag on one side of his shoulder, and with one long leg, he stepped out from behind Song Mian.

"Huh?" Song Mian paused when she packed up her things, "Then where are you going?"

Does Jiang Zhou have a place to live in Shanghai?Oh, there should be, otherwise, wouldn't it be difficult for him to stay in the hotel during the summer vacation?

Jiang Zhou tidied up his clothes that were messed up by his schoolbag, put one hand in his pocket, looked at him with a silly look, and said very speechlessly, "Dormitory."

"Are you living in a dormitory alone?" Song Mian frowned. Sure enough, he didn't have a place to live. He felt uncomfortable. "Is your roommate going home for the National Day?"

"Why don't you go to my house." Song Mian muttered in a low voice, secretly watching his reaction.

"Lots of nonsense." Jiang Zhou pretended not to hear his muttering, pulled out his hand in his trousers and pressed Song Mian's head, "Let's go."

The nine-day National Day holiday officially begins.Shu Yan flew to Beijing on the 30th to attend the opening ceremony of the new drama, and Song Mian was the only one left at home.

He stayed in bed on the first day, sleeping like a dead pig in the soft bed, perfectly missed the military parade that was scheduled to be broadcast live by text message to Jiang Zhou, and was not awakened by hunger until after three o'clock in the afternoon.

The night before, he was afraid that Jiang Zhou would be lonely and cold in the dormitory alone, so he had nothing to say and texted Jiang Zhou all night.Later, I played a game with the Calabash King Kongs, and forgot the time, turning day and night upside down.

He said goodnight to Jiang Zhou at ten o'clock, and didn't go to bed until four o'clock in the middle of the night.He actually set the alarm clock, after all, it was an agreement with Jiang Zhou, but he himself was so sleepy that he didn't hear anything at all.

After hastily cooking some instant noodles to fill her rumbling stomach, Song Mian began to send Jiang Zhou a text message to apologize.

Jiang Zhou received a call from the courier, put down his pen and went downstairs to pick up the courier.The footsteps of slippers kicked echoed in the corridor for a long time.

During the National Day holiday, most of the students who lived in the school went home, and all the students who stayed in the school also went off-campus, and the whole dormitory building seemed empty.

After picking up the courier and returning to the dormitory, the black brick placed on the table for charging vibrated. He put down the box and went to get the phone. It was Song Mian again.

[188...888: Brother!Sorry, I overslept! ]

Followed by a kaomoji to show cuteness.

[188...888: Otherwise, I'll watch the replay now, and then rebroadcast it for you? ]

Jiang Zhou himself had seen the military parade.In the past, the school did not prohibit students from bringing mobile phones. Most of the dormitories had Wi-Fi installed, but they have not removed it now.

Jiang Zhou replied the message casually, and found a pair of small scissors to open the express delivery.

This is the five-three he ordered last night.The roommate always thinks that Jiang Zhou is doing the quizzes all the time, that he is a quizzing maniac, but he is not.

Although he said that he did a lot of questions, he didn't reach the level of a madman.He usually does the questions according to what he learned that day.This is his habit.Start with the most basic questions in the study course, and he will not take the initiative to find super-level questions to do in less than half the term.

Compared with impatiently expanding the level of knowledge and advanced self-study while still in the process of continuous accumulation, he prefers this kind of learning method that is steady and solid.But God did favor him.His brain is indeed flexible, smart enough, he can easily grasp the basics, and draw inferences from one instance to other cases.

This year is destined to be a year of reunion in China. The National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival coincidentally coincide, and October [-]th is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

That day Song Mian got up late again, and he still forgot to turn on the silent mode of his mobile phone, and countless blessing messages buzzed out, waking him up.

After a few days of sloppy life, drunken and dreamy, Song Mian was visibly depressed.He touched the phone to unlock it, and the Calabash Little King Kong group and the class private group were the most lively.

In the private group, everyone was giving out bombs in red envelopes. Song Mian casually clicked in to take a look. There was an idiot who was the worst, always touching the bombs.Judging by the tone of the man's speech, it was strangely like Zheng Qiran's.He glanced at the screen, his chin was a little itchy, he scratched it with his fingers, and wrapped an ordinary red envelope and sent it out.

There were 34 people in the class, and besides himself and Jiang Zhou, there were 32 left. He made a red envelope of [-] yuan and went out.

Such generosity shocked a group of "poor" students.What was even more surprising was that Xiaoba Shicao took the initiative to interact with them.

The students excitedly swiped a row in the group to thank the sponsor's father.

Song Mian: "..."

He backed out and went to Calabash Little King Kong, and as soon as he entered, he saw Zheng Qiran farting miserably there.

[Big baby/Xiao Zheng: I didn't read the almanac when I went out today, and I stepped on shit, woo woo woo! ]

[Sanwa/Pingping: It’s not just today, you are also a bad boy, the kind who can fall on flat ground/(smirk)]

[Big baby/Xiao Zheng: @三娃/平平, your uncle! ]

……

Both Lin Pingping and Zheng Qiran went back to their hometowns to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with their families, and their hometowns are in the city next door to Shanghai, so they are very close to each other.

Song Mian watched these two idiots coldly, swiping 99+ messages with dirty words such as I fuck you, I fucking fuck you.Finally, it ends with the blessing of the little brother:

[Liuwa/Yaoyao: Brothers, Happy National Day!Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! ]

In the afternoon, Song Mian got up and ate a bowl of glutinous rice balls, then slumped on the living room sofa thinking about life alone.

It was past five o'clock, the sun was halfway down, and the orange sunset refracted in through the large window of the living room, cutting out blocky patterns of light and dark on the floor.Song Mian browsed Weibo, Shu Yan just posted on Weibo, two mooncakes with egg yolk, they looked very tempting, he liked them, refreshed them again, Shu Yan posted another one, a photo with Song Lilian, with the word: He family reunion.

Song Mian started crying, he is really an abandoned child, he clicked into the WeChat group pitifully:

[Wuwa/Song Mian: Is anyone there?Give some comfort to friends who are alone at home and guard the door. ]

For a long time no one responded.

Song Mian sighed, hanging on the back of the sofa as if her head was separated from her body.Looking at the family portrait on the table not far away, I will be stunned and feel depressed.

He plans to go to the balcony to watch the moon by himself tonight, and broadcast live to Jiang Zhou whether the moon is round or not.

He was stunned for a moment, and the black brick hummed. He was surprised that Jiang Zhou was the only one on the phone, and then he was overjoyed, and hurriedly took out the phone. It was a text message from Jiang Zhou:

[166...666: In?Watching a movie? ]

After Jiang Zhou sent the text message, he put the black brick on the bedside, and charged the smart phone with low battery. On the screen of the phone was Song Mian's pitiful words of begging for comfort in the group chat.