let loose

After a short outing to relax, life is on the right track, and the students are still facing countless textbooks and exercises all day long.

The weather turned cold in an instant. It was raining this morning, and the school did not organize exercises during the big recess. There was a 10-minute break, and the whole Gewu Building was noisy.

Song Mian stayed up until two o'clock last night. When she woke up, her upper and lower eyelids almost opened. As soon as she entered the classroom, she hugged the desk warmly. After two classes, she didn't wake up.

The sound of the rain outside the window was fading, and they were sleeping soundly, when there was a sudden exclamation in the corridor outside, which was annoyingly noisy, and woke up the sixth class, and there was a large row behind.

The voice came from the fourth class, and the crowd broke up as soon as the exclamation was over. There was a lot of noise, and a few words such as beating someone and doing something were vaguely heard.

"Fuck, what's going on?" Zheng Qiran was sensitive to gossip, and quickly ran out of the classroom with his butt off the stool.

Several boys also followed out.

"Tsk." Awakened by the movement outside, Song Mian was a little annoyed at getting up, turned her head a few times, frowned deeply, clenched her hand on Jiang Zhou's thigh into a fist, and beat her impatiently a few times.

Jiang Zhou is working on a math problem for the college entrance examination. Although the difficulty is average, it can contain a lot of knowledge points, which will help improve the flexible use of knowledge points.

Song Mian's fist on his leg didn't exert any strength, it was more like acting like a baby than venting anger.Jiang Zhou kept writing with his right hand, and pressed his left hand through Song Mian's troubled hand through his stomach, saying, "Don't make trouble."

"I'm so sleepy." Song Mian rubbed her eyes, "I'm woken up now, and want to kill someone."

Jiang Zhou solved the answer smoothly, and asked him, "What time did you go to bed last night?"

"Uh," Song Mian lowered her head and glanced at the back of Jiang Zhou's hand that was pressing down on him, and clasped his hand against Jiang Zhou's palm, making nonsense, "It's after ten o'clock, I went to bed early, maybe recently Studying is too tiring, reaching the period of burnout.”

"You don't even blush when you say this," Jiang Zhou twitched his hand, but he didn't pull it out as usual. He put down his pen and turned the pages of the book, "Do you believe it yourself?"

"Then you have to believe it." Song Mian bit her lip and laughed, "Then I've finished reciting Li Sao, Ye Qing said it himself, I passed the test."

"Li Sao was the text half a month ago, but now I'm reciting Pipa Xing." Jiang Zhou said.

"Ah, do you want to recite again?" Song Mian said bitterly.

The students are really working too hard, not only to learn mathematics, but also to recite ancient prose.

The noise at the other end of the corridor continued, mixed with the crying of several girls, and the noise was quite loud.

"What's the fuss! Get out! Get out of class [-] and go back to the classroom!"

It was Zhang Xiaolian, the head teacher of Class [-], who must have rushed over after a student filed a complaint. Her voice was sharp, and the sound of high-heeled shoes knocking spread from the floor to Class [-].

"Fuck fuck! Cool!"

The boys from class six who had been watching the fun slipped back excitedly. Zheng Qiran slid into the classroom from the corridor like a loach, jumped onto the podium, and shouted, "Brother Song, guess who was beaten next door?"

Song Mian was stroking the blue veins on the back of Jiang Zhou's hand with his fingers, too lazy to deal with this psychosis.

"You never imagined it! It's Zhao Xiaoyou who threatened to fuck you!" Zheng Qiran was so emotional that he didn't notice his brother Song's indifference. The one in the Moral Education Department, I fucked that scene, the nosebleeds were bloody all over his face, this guy is so embarrassing, hahahaha!"

School day?Song Mian paid attention to it and thought about it carefully, remembering the face of that future school bully, that BKing, that slutty bastard on the homework website.

"That brother strikes hard and is very strong, and none of the three can stop him," Lin Pingping continued, "I think you can compete with Brother Song."

"Zhao Xiaoyou knows how to brag. I still remember how fucking arrogant that guy was at Lao Huang's place that day, and he would never let you go." Zheng Qiran held his belly and laughed exaggeratedly, "It's been a long time since there was no movement, but You were beaten into that kind of virtue, you didn't see it with your own eyes, you wiped your nosebleeds and cried, so sad, hahaha!"

"Hand in your homework first, and then have fun," Xu Xiao broke off a piece of chalk and threw it at him, "If you don't hand in your English composition, the next one who gets beaten up, guess who it will be?"

"What English composition? Did you hand it in, Little Apple?" Zheng Qiran asked.

Lin Pingping returned him a smile of taking care.

"Oh." Xu Xiao sneered, and threw the remaining half of the chalk towards him, "Hurry up and hand it in, if you don't hand it in next class, I'll tell Sister Nan directly!"

"Fuck, so cruel...Little Chuchu, let me copy your homework!" Zheng Qiran quickly returned to his seat.

The showy bastard should avenge his little classmate, Song Mian thought.But this person is also really crazy, he directly came to the door, beat him in front of the whole class, what are the school rules, it is true.

It sounds like a serious fight. Against Zhang Xiaolian, who is protecting her shortcomings, I don't know if the future school bully will directly persuade her to quit.After all, Zhao Xiaoyou had good grades, hovering around the top [-] in his grade, and the school bully looked like a thorn in his face, so the school definitely favored Zhao Xiaoyou.

Just as she was thinking, Xu Xiao shouted again: "Squad leader, you haven't handed in your homework. Sister Nan will be correcting in the next class."

"What homework?" Song Mian pawed at Jiang Zhou's hand between fingers, without raising his head, he quickly picked again, "Brother, what homework is there, lend me to copy it!"

He scratched Jiang Zhou's fingers and struggled all the time. Hearing this, he gave him a disgusted look, "You are not allowed to copy your homework."

Having said that, Song Mian still got Jiang Zhou's homework book from Xu Xiao. Jiang Zhou himself didn't say anything, but only glanced at the dog crawling characters he wrote, and instantly disgusted him even more.

Three days later, in response to the vicious gang fight incident that caused a sensation in the entire Gewu Building, news came out from the Moral Education Department that Lu Yan, a student in Class [-], Senior High, was given a second-level warning, and Zhao Xiaoyou, a student in Class [-] and Fourth Senior High, was detained for probation punishment.

In the afternoon, the disciplinary notice came down and was posted on the homepage of the official website of Tie Yi Middle School. The notice board downstairs of Mingde Building also posted the notice soon.

Lu Yan was given a second-level warning, and Zhao Xiaoyou stayed in school for probation.

Lu Yan is the future school bully.

Almost all the students on the Quangewu Zhizhi campus have been discussing this for the past few days.It was obvious that Lu Yan was the one who beat the person, but the punishment he received was lighter than that of the victim. Some students in Class [-] suspected that the school was playing favoritism and cheating to cover up low-quality students.

However, I am more satisfied with the results of this process.

Zhao Xiaoyou usually relies on a little money at home and good grades. He is arrogant and domineering in school, and his popularity is not good.When he was beaten up this time, many classmates who had been bullied before came forward to accuse him. After the Moral Education Department verified it was true, Zhao Xiaoyou was given the punishment of staying in school for probation.Lu Yan's public fight had a serious impact, and he did not escape punishment.

The Moral Education Department is fair and pays attention to evidence, and there is no such thing as partiality.

In the cafeteria, the eight windows were full of people.

"I heard that this Lu Yan entered No. [-] Middle School with the second highest score in the city's high school entrance examination," Chu Qingci said, "When he first entered the school for the preliminary examination, he directly took the first place in the whole class. Although the total score is not as high as Jiang Zhou's It’s exaggerated, but it’s also a real academic bully.”

"No wonder."

I didn't expect that the BKing school bully was not the tofu scum brain as imagined, but it was because of the strong second-year atmosphere of the other party when I met him for the first time.

Song Mian took two loaves, opened Alipay to scan the QR code to pay, "I said how Bald Piao chose silence is golden this time."

Bald Piao is the person who values ​​students' academic performance the most. He has a bit of three views and follows his studies. Knowing that Lu Yan is a college bully, he just turned a blind eye to the student's fight.

"When we go back, Zhang Xiaolian will definitely have to fight with him," Chu Qingci raised the corners of his lips, smiling restrainedly, "These two are just blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. "

"Hello, brothers."

The Chinese just couldn't say it. They were still chatting here, and the little classmate and Lu Yan over there rushed out from behind the two of them.

This little classmate Bai Bai Nen Nen looks very well-behaved, and a cry of brother stunned makes people feel warm in their hearts.

"Aren't you two going to eat?" Song Mian casually babbled.

The little classmate squeezed in from the seat Song Mian gave him, "I just finished eating, come buy a bottle of water."

Fine.

Song Mian nodded, handed a piece of bread to Jiang Zhou beside him, and asked Lu Yan, "Oh, yes, did Lao Huang ask you to write an inspection?"

He was very curious about how amazing the examination of citations and allusions written by this slutty slut who sat on the ground and raised prices on the homework website.

"I wasn't asked to write it." It's a pity that the other party broke his mind as soon as he opened his mouth, "What a big deal, I still need to write an inspection."

Song Mian: "..."

"Tsk, it's six yuan, not sixty, don't be distracted." Seeing what Song Mian was muttering, when entering the amount, he added a zero after six, Jiang Zhou's brain ached, and he couldn't bear to take a picture of Song Mian's The head, the force is very light, as if gently rubbing the head.

"Ah," Song Mian turned her head and blinked, then raised her head and looked at him with a smile, "otherwise you can rub it again, it feels so comfortable."

Jiang Zhou: "..."

The weather has warmed up in the past two days. After more than a week of cold, I finally saw the sun on Friday morning.

Peng Yang came to Song Mian and asked for a leave note, saying that he was going home to deal with matters, and the police came to him to take notes.

Peng Yang's father has been looking for Peng Desheng for almost a week, but he has no choice but to call the police directly.Later, the loan sharks went to his house to harass him twice.The second time was on Sunday night, when Song Mian and he went out of school, and called Peng Yang after something happened at home, Song Mian happened to hear it, so he went to the store with him.

The other party is an insatiable rascal who specializes in bullying honest people.Sitting on the ground and raising prices, Peng Desheng's gambling debts were doubled in a few words.Song Mian couldn't take it anymore, and directly reported the underground casino opened by the loan shark.

……

Going upstairs after lunch, Jiang Zhou answered the phone on the way, his tone was not very good, Song Mian and Jiang Zhou walked side by side, and he could see all the changes in Jiang Zhou's mood.

He was a little concerned, and followed Jiang Zhou's back to look all the way, and he didn't look away until he walked into the toilet and couldn't see him.

Back in the classroom, Song Mian had been contemplating for a long time and couldn't fall asleep. He put his head on the table, took out his phone and turned on the screen. The time jumped to 13:08, which meant that Jiang Zhou's phone call took almost half an hour. .

Song Mian fingered the screen of the phone subconsciously, feeling inexplicably disturbed, always thinking about Jiang Zhou's instant depression when he received the call.

After staying up for a few more minutes, he couldn't sit still, so he sent a text message to Jiang Zhou with a black brick.

[188...888: Where is it? ]

Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhou replied in seconds:

[166...666: Rooftop. ]

rooftop?

Song Mian was taken aback, and didn't continue to ask what the other party was doing on the rooftop, but grabbed the phone and immediately got up and left the classroom.

No. [-] Middle School expressly prohibits students from entering or exiting the rooftops of any buildings.

The second rule of the school rules is the one after respecting teachers.One is for the safety of students, and the other is to put an end to rumors.

Legend has it that there was once a high school senior who was overwhelmed by the pressure of the college entrance examination and couldn't think about it for a while. He jumped down from Mingde Building and was smashed to pieces.

Of course, this is just a legend, and no one knows if it is true or not.

Every school has its own legends, and it is often impossible to verify whether it is true or false. After word of mouth passed down from generation to generation of students, the truth may have changed long ago.

Song Mian didn't believe this, so he climbed two floors of the empty building and turned the corner to the rooftop.

Perhaps it was because the cleaners often cleaned the roof, but the roof was still clean, except for a pile of half-meter-high cement piled up in the corner.

Jiang Zhou was leaning against a stone pier. He was wearing a standard blue and white school uniform. The fat school uniform showed his thin figure. His long legs wrapped in school trousers were slightly bent. With a half-burned cigarette sandwiched between them, he stared at the ground, wondering what he was thinking.

Song Mian's heart skipped a few beats, plucked her bangs that were blown by the wind, and walked to his side.

"what to do?"

Suddenly there was a smell of cigarettes in his nostrils, it was not pungent, and Song Mian smoked it himself, knowing that this brand of cigarettes was not cheap.He frowned slightly, staring at the cigarette in Jiang Zhou's hand for a while.

"Today is my mother's birthday."

Jiang Zhou suddenly made a sound.

"Happy birthday to Auntie." The words of blessing blurted out, and Song Mian turned her gaze to Jiang Zhou's face.

The wind on the roof was very strong, and the autumn wind was slightly cool, blowing rustlingly, wiping away from the face and behind, and rolling up all the light substances on the ground.

He had seen Jiang Zhou's profile countless times, but he still couldn't get enough of it. He couldn't get enough of every piece of skin, every fluff.

"Thank you."

Jiang Zhou frowned quickly, accepting the blessing carelessly, moved his fingers, put the cigarette end into his mouth and sucked it, then spit it out lightly.

Thin white smoke lingered out, Jiang Zhou closed his eyes, and opened them again after a while, "I haven't seen my mother."

"Huh?" Song Mian blinked a few times.

"My mother had a difficult labor when she gave birth to me, and she couldn't be rescued." Jiang Zhou raised his head and leaned his back against the stone pier, looking relaxed, "I've never seen her, never."

Jiang Zhou's mother is Li Ying, as her name suggests, she is a gentle and beautiful woman.When Jiang Zhou was very young, someone said that Jiang's younger brother looked like his mother, and the older he grew, the more he resembled him.

The same exquisite, beautiful.

"I guess, auntie must be very pretty."

Song Mian didn't want to feel Jiang Zhou's sadness, and preferred to bring him out of the sad mood. She put her shoulders on Jiang Zhou's shoulders, pulled out her hand, and touched Jiang Zhou's forearm, letting the warm body temperature spread between the two of them. Passing from hand to hand, "However, you are still the prettiest, I like you the most."

Jiang Zhou lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and after a while, he curled his lower lip, his long and narrow eyes slightly curved.

Jiang Zhou's eyebrows are exquisite, his eyes are bent, and they look a little soft.

Song Mian also rolled her eyes, took the cigarette from Jiang Zhou's hand and put it in her mouth.The filter tip was wet, Song Mian didn't feel any discomfort, took a light breath, and leaned closer to Jiang Zhou.

The eyes of the two met in the air, and the wind was blowing by their ears.Song Mian pursed her lips slightly, letting the white smoke slowly flow out from between her teeth.

The process of being close to Jiang Zhou's lips was very long, Song Mian's heart was beating like thunder, and the roots of his ears were hot.As the distance drew closer, the breaths of the two gradually intertwined, as if hot and turbid.

Song Mian kissed Jiang Zhou's palm.

The moment his lips were about to touch, Jiang Zhou raised his hand.

He didn't turn his head away directly.

Song Mian was not discouraged, instead she rolled her eyes and licked Jiang Zhou's palm playfully with the tip of her tongue.

The palm of Jiang Zhou's hand trembled instantly, his eyes widened in disbelief, he felt his palm was moist, the spot that Song Mian had licked was wet and hot.

"I like you." Song Mian looked at him, "I really want to say it every day. Every time I say it, you like me a little more."

Teenager's liking, impulsive indulgence.Like a rising flame, it is intense and hot, like a hard iron, which cannot be broken easily.

It is the wildness and wolfishness unique to seventeen or eighteen-year-olds, the stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat in their bones.

Jiang Zhou tightly held his still wet palm. He couldn't explain what the numbness and softness in his body was flowing from his heart to his limbs at this moment.