let loose

Shu Yan called.Song Mian clutched her phone, walked through the corridor filled with afterglow, looked left and right, and sneaked to the corner of the stairs where there was no one to pick it up, "Mom?"

"Doudou?" Shu Yan's gentle voice rang in his ears, "Have you arrived at school yet?"

Song Mian's nickname is Doudou, which is very shameful, even Zheng Qiran and the others don't know it.

According to his father's explanation, Song Mian was just born white and fat, chubby like a suckling pig. His father originally started to play McDull, but his grandfather stopped him in time, fearing that he would really become a pig's brain, so he called him Doudou.

DouDou was started by his grandfather, Song Mian was reluctant to change it, so he just asked his family to scream.

"It's early, and it's still half an hour before class." Song Mian leaned against the wall, kicked the stones on the ground with his toes, and asked casually, "Are you calling it a day?"

"Not yet, there are two more tonight. I'm in the car now, and I'm changing venues." Shu Yan paused, "Doudou, mom is going abroad to attend a film festival next week, so I can't spend your birthday with you, mom I sent you a gift, remember to accept it?"

Song Mian stared sideways at the golden setting sun in the distance, stretched out his left hand and made a "grab" gesture, he was startled when he heard that, his heart felt empty, and he reluctantly pulled the corner of his mouth, "Hmm...it doesn't matter."

Song Mian is used to celebrating her birthday alone.He hasn't celebrated his birthday much since his grandparents passed away.

On the one hand, it is because I have grown up and matured psychologically, and I no longer care about superficial and formal things like I did when I was a child.

It's like when I was in kindergarten when I was a child, other children were picked up by their parents, so he could only look at them like that, envious, but now it's no longer the same.

On the other hand, Shu Yan and Song Lilian are really busy at work.

"Don't be angry, Mom will make it up for you when she comes back. Dad personally designed the cake." Shu Yan said again, her tone was still very gentle, like a stream flowing in the mountains.

It's just that no matter how nice it sounds, it won't flow into Song Mian's heart.

This cautious, obviously flattering tone shocked Song Mian.He is obviously his own son, but he doesn't know him at all.

He suddenly felt irritable, and didn't bother to pretend to be good: "Mom, I have to go to class, so I'll hang up first."

As if he didn't expect him to say that, Shu Yan didn't speak for a while, and Song Mian didn't hang up the phone either.He heard the person on the other side of the phone sigh, and the breath sound was transmitted to his ears through the current, which made him even more annoyed.

"Okay... okay, then you want the teacher to be obedient at school, tell me if you don't have enough money, if I don't answer the phone, call Dad, you can call Sister Su, and tell me if the school asks you to buy materials ,I……"

"Okay, I see, hang up, Mom, goodbye."

Song Mian hung up the phone and her face sank.

"Hey! Homework, who finished the summer homework! Let me copy the math!"

"Dad bought me five sets of practice questions for the college entrance examination during the holiday, five sets! I'm just a fucking sophomore in high school! It's crazy!"

"The hottest little fresh meat recently is Dai Cheng. Have you watched the drama he acted in?"

boom--!

Song Mian kicked open the iron door and entered the classroom with a cold face.

There was a lot of movement, and the originally noisy classroom was instantly as quiet as a chicken, and more than 30 heads looked at him in unison.

Song Mian entered against the light.He is tall, wearing a loose school uniform, his hands are pulled into his pockets, and his expression is very bad, as if I am very unhappy now.

For a moment, everyone was silent and shook their heads relative to each other. They didn't know who had offended this bully.

There are mostly girls in the liberal arts class, and the ratio of boys to girls in the sixth class is one to three.

The girls were all sitting in the front row, probably quite frightened, some were timid and even screamed, staring at him timidly with big eyes, some were terrified, and some blushed shyly.

Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, Song Mian walked to Zheng Qiran's desk expressionlessly.

Zheng Qiran sat alone in the last row of the second group, with Lin Pingping and Chu Qingci sitting in the front row.Seeing him coming down, Zheng Qiran patted the empty table beside him: "Sit here?"

Song Mian glanced around the classroom. As the evening self-study class time approached, the seats were almost full.He saw Jiang Zhou in the innermost corner of the classroom, maybe because he was not familiar with him, or maybe because he thought that the god of learning was sacred and undefiled, but no one sat with him.

So he shook his head, picked up his schoolbag, and pointed to Jiang Zhou who was reading under the wall and window: "I'll go there."

Except for Jiang Zhou, everyone in the classroom was looking at Song Mian. Seeing Song Mian strutting to Jiang Xueshen's seat, they all breathed a sigh of relief.Especially the students who had vacant seats beside them were so touched that they wanted to worship Buddha and burn incense.

Jiang Zhou sat inside by the window.

Song Mian walked over with her bag in her hand, sat down next to him without saying hello, and slammed her schoolbag into the belly of the desk, making a loud noise, as if she wanted to smash a hole in the desk.

After the students looked away and started to do their own things, the noise in the classroom resumed.

A ball of paper flew over Song Mian's desk.

Song Mian held the ball of paper in her palm, turned her head and saw Zheng Qiran waving at him, Lin Pingping and Chu Qingci also looked at him.

Song Mian opened the paper ball:

Are you so stupid?Call back, fuck it!

At the end, a huge and ugly pig's head was drawn.

Song Mian was not comforted by this stupid sentence, but was made ugly by this pig.He opened his schoolbag to look for the pen, and after searching for a long time he couldn't find it, only then remembered that he had lent the pen to Xiao Tang to copy his homework and forgot to take it back.

Hold……

Song Mian hooked her cheeks with her fingers, and glanced at the handsome man who was sitting upright, staring at the handsome man, as if trying to stare at someone.

"Student Jiang, can you lend me a pen? Return it to you as soon as you use it up!" Song Mian consciously tugged on Jiang Zhou's school uniform pants politely.

Seeing no response from the person, he leaned closer: "Brother Jiang? Brother Zhou? Master Xue Shen?"

There is air conditioning in the classroom, and Jiang Zhou puts on his school uniform neatly, with no wrinkles on the cheap fabrics, and when he gets close, he can still smell the fresh fragrance of his body.

A few rays of sunset passed through the trees outside the window, and fell on Jiang Zhou's fluffy black hair, casting a small shadow.The side profile is beautiful, bounded by a tall nose bridge, the eyes are half drooping, and the eyelashes are very long.

Song Mian looked a little crazy, and a smile gradually appeared on her lips.

He was stark, not trying to hide it at all.

Even if Jiang Zhou was indifferent and uncomfortable, he closed the book, took out a pen from his desk and handed it to him: "Don't keep staring at me."

Hey, Song Mian is a little happy, so Jiang Zhou knew he was looking at him, so, is this embarrassing?

Song Mian held back her laughter, drew a short-legged turtle on the back of the crumpled paper, crossed it out, wrote idiot, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it back to Zheng Qiran.He said casually, "I only see you when you look good~"

Jiang Zhou ignored him and just took the fountain pen away from his hand.

"Stingy." Song Mian's mood suddenly brightened. He supported his head lazily, and drew a circle on Jiang Zhou's leg with the other hand intentionally or unintentionally: "Why didn't you tell me that day? Coincidentally, I'm in the same class... Anyway, you have given each other tokens of love, and you still hide so deeply from me?"

Jiang Zhou's always paralyzed face changed a few times when he heard the words of token of love, his eyes widened and then shrunk, and Song Mian looked at it amusedly.

"It was an accident." Jiang Zhou pulled away his messy hand on his leg and said, "I didn't want to be in the same class as you, and you forced me to spend the flowers."

"But I want to be in the same class with you. Even if you don't want the flowers, you still have to pick them up." Song Mian started to take out her phone, "Whether it's an accident or not, we are in the same class now, and we are at the same table again. From now on, I will see you when I look up and see you when I look down, see you sooner or later, see you every day, can you give me a WeChat account?"

Jiang Zhou shook his head, and finally gave him a look, looked him up and down, and said, "Black hair suits you very well."

The tear mole on Song Mian's right eye is very conspicuous, and it goes well with the black hair.

Song Mian: "?" She praised him suddenly without beginning or end.Although I am very happy, after all, strictly speaking, Jiang Zhou is much better-looking than him.

Song Mian leaned over to touch his shoulder, "Black hair is pretty...so blue hair is ugly?"

Jiang Zhou frowned quickly, but didn't respond.

Song Mian wanted to tease him again, but the class suddenly fell silent.

At the door, Chu Xiaonan walked in with a small basin in her left hand and a few stacks of paper in her right.

Chu Xiaonan is not tall, but rather petite, but with a strong aura, she is a well-known "Tigress" in No. [-] Middle School.

She first smiled at her classmates, then picked up the chalk and wrote her name on the blackboard.

"Hi everyone, I'm your head teacher, and my name is Chu Xiaonan." Chu Xiaonan said as he put the small basin on the podium, "I think everyone is already familiar with me, so I don't need to introduce any more to waste time. I leave the podium to you."

The girls in the front row collectively worry:

"Wow, I have to introduce myself again."

"Woooooooo so excited, so shy!"

Chu Xiaonan smiled, "There is nothing to be shy about, we are all classmates, comrades who will work hard together for the next two years." She picked up a list: "This is the roster of our class, I will name it , the students who click on their names will come to the stage to introduce themselves, and put their mobile phones into this basin by the way."

"Ah, teacher, do you still need to collect your mobile phone after the second year of high school?"

Said a boy in the back row.

"Are you still eating today after eating yesterday?" Chu Xiaonan asked back.

"Hahaha..." Ban Li immediately burst into laughter.

The school rules of No. [-] Middle School are different from those of traditional key high schools.

As a key middle school, No. [-] Middle School has relatively loose control over students' mobile phones.

The teacher takes away the mobile phone during class, and the students claim it by themselves after class.

School Regulation No.11:

Learning depends on self-awareness, and the future is your own. It is entirely up to you whether you want to fall or move forward.

Song Mian didn't like to listen to the teacher's nagging, and she easily fell asleep when she heard it.With his head down, he deserted and borrowed Jiang Zhou's pen to draw a pig's head on paper.

He drew two pig heads, one bigger and the other smaller, and when he was done, he pushed them onto Jiang Zhou's table.

Jiang Zhou didn't want to watch it at first, but those two pig heads really had a strong sense of presence, they were ugly and big, and they had conversations.

Big Pig: Whoa, whoa, I'm handsome.

Little Pig: Hohohoho I'm a handsome guy.

Big Pig: I think Jiang Zhou is very handsome.

Little Pig: I think Song Mian is more handsome than Jiang Zhou, he's a big, super invincible, handsome guy.

Jiang Zhou: "..."

Handsome or not is another matter, the idiot is true.

Chu Xiaonan on the stage: "Self-introduction is also a stage to show yourself. If there are students who want to work in class, they will also mention it during the self-introduction, so as to canvass for themselves."

"Except for Song Mian—is Song Mian here? Where is Song Mian sitting?"

Everyone looked back at the back corner in unison.

Song Mian raised her hand perfunctorily, and replied vaguely, "Here."

"Very." Song Mian will be the monitor of Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School from today. This is also a decision I made after careful consideration. Does anyone have a different opinion on this decision?If you say something, you can compete with Song Mian. "

"..."

Silent.

Even if there was, no one would dare to speak.

Chu Xiaonan nodded in satisfaction, this is what she wanted.Song Mian's reputation spread far and wide, and his illustrious deeds were widely circulated among the teachers of No. [-] Middle School.Song Mian can calm people down, the squad leader must be him.

Song Mian himself has an opinion.

But Chu Xiaonan definitely wouldn't listen, and probably discussed it with Shu Yan a long time ago.

……

"Hi everyone, my name is Tian Xin. I like singing and dancing. I think the art committee is quite suitable for me. I hope everyone will vote for me soon."

After speaking, he nodded with a smile and went down.

Jiang Xiaonan led the students to applaud.

The girl had a sweet voice and a cute face, and the boys in the back row were a little excited.

Song Mian felt sleepy after hearing this, and buried his head in drawing two little pigs and pushed them to Jiang Zhou.

Jiang Zhou couldn't help lowering his head:

Pink Pig: I beg Ge Ge to tell me if I have a good WeChat account (humming)~

Blue Pig: Humph!

Pink Pig: Ge Ge, you are so indifferent, so ruthless, so emotional! ! !

Blue Pig: Humph!

Seemingly dissatisfied, Song Mian quickly took the paper away, immersed herself in drawing two bows on the pink pig's head, and colored it in.Then he pushed the note to Jiang Zhou.

The corners of the mouth hooked, it is very worthy of beating.

Annoyed, Jiang Zhou took back the fountain pen and wrote:

To shut up!

Two words, the force of the brush is so strong that it almost punctures the paper, which shows the degree of anger.

Song Mian has a thick skin, and replied happily as usual:

Pink Pig: Huh!Greg is so fierce!

Jiang Zhou: "..."

The students introduced themselves positively, and they were even more enthusiastic when it was Zheng Qiran's turn.

After this guy came to the stage, he first pretended to be a poet for a while, saying, "Black hair doesn't know how to study early, and Baishoufang regrets studying late." Then he quoted a few lines of lyrics, and sang without saying a word: "He It’s nothing to talk about the pain in the wind and rain!” Then he said that he likes playing basketball and football, in short, he likes all kinds of sports, and it would be even better if he could be a sports committee member!In the end, he concluded with "I love learning, and learning loves me."

The students were all laughed out loud by his show, even Chu Xiaonan bent over laughing.

"Crazy." Song Mian almost vomited.

He is well aware of Zheng Qiran's pissing nature, so he likes to show off in front of girls.It's a pity that this person is too self-confident. If he is good-looking, he is called coquettish, but if he is ugly, he can only be called greasy.

Song Mian thinks Zheng Qiran is the latter.

"Hey, what do you want to do as a class?" Song Mian asked Jiang Zhou.

Jiang Zhou listened carefully to his classmate's speech and ignored him.

"Hmm... don't want to be one?" Song Mian rubbed her chin and said to herself, "That's fine, then you can take care of the class fee for me, and I will hand over the money to you after I collect the class fee. It's up to you~"

Jiang Zhou stared at him, but still didn't speak.

"Don't talk?" Song Mian squinted and smiled, "If you don't talk, I'll take it as your agreement!"

Doudou = the lovely McDull in "McDull Rings".

This article is about the dullness of high school students——I use my own crappy words to beautify and embellish, and to retain the youthful memories of these big boys.

I try my best not to write boringly, so if you find it ugly, don't private message me... It's okay to give suggestions or opinions, and I will be sad if I say boring primary school students' writing. (Although there is only one, I am confused after all, but this is very impolite, don't say that about other authors in the future.)

I didn't expect a few people to read this article, and I would be very happy to have one or two comments.Don't read it if you think it's boring and the writing is poor, why bother to flatter me.

I wish you all a happy day.Thank you for Mianmian and Xiao Jiang, friends who read the article.