let loose

I compared it in the space, and the black hair was still pleasing to the eye, and the bad boyish temperament on his body was put back, and he became obedient.Jiang Zhou raised his hand and rubbed Wen Shun's broken hair on Song Mian's forehead, and said, "Are you afraid?"

"Huh? What are you afraid of?" Song Mian was startled, with a surprised expression.

Jiang Zhou didn't reply, he glanced at him, and then at the pedestrians walking elsewhere.

A hot air balloon burst out of the chest cavity, and was about to burst out through the thin skin surface. The rainwater splashed into the water beach at the feet, and the ripples spread in circles. A few meters away were students wearing school uniforms. The blue and white color scheme easily grabbed the line of sight.

Only then did Song Mian suddenly understand what he meant, feeling ashamed, he bowed his head uncomfortably.

Indeed, in the public, the two men's postures are intimate, just like that just now... But, so what?

After a long while, Song Mian pulled Jiang Zhou, raised his foot and took two steps forward with his back to the person, raised his umbrella over his head to shield him from the rain, and said with a sullen face, "What are you afraid of? What is there to be afraid of? We It's not cheating. Go, go to the dormitory and help you pack your things."

What is there to be afraid of?

There is nothing noble about being straight and nothing cheap about being gay.People in the world always have a hard time grasping the degree, consciously or unintentionally, they are too wide-ranging in communication, and they are self-satisfied and pointing fingers.

But traditional concepts are not fixed concepts, and the thinking mode of ordinary people is only whether they are willing to accept new things that already exist.

Love has always respected freedom and self-examination. It is not a mathematical addition and subtraction of 1+1=2, so the answer is not directional.Love is just love, and its meaning should not be generalized or single. It is just a romantic proof of two hearts changing from calm to fiery.

Life is short, and a moment is life. It is most important to try to be yourself.

She pretended to be serious on the surface, but the roots of her ears were completely red.Jiang Zhou suddenly wanted to be more considerate, pretended not to see his embarrassment, cooperated with his forced calm, and bent his eyes: "Okay."

……

The dormitory building faces the sun, and the floor tiles on the balcony are half wet.Because Jiang Zhou was the last one to leave last semester, he cleaned up before leaving, so the room was fairly bright except for the dust that had accumulated for a long time.

The other two roommates were locals and came early, and when they entered the room, two beds were almost ready.The floor of the balcony hadn't been mopped yet, so Song Mian casually greeted them, thinking it was fine anyway, so she took the initiative to mop the floor.

"Oh, Brother Song, don't..."

As soon as the mop swiped around the stagnant water, Song Mian was stopped by someone. He turned his head and found that it was Jiang Zhou's curly-haired roommate. He vaguely remembered that it was Cheng Liang.

"What's wrong?" Song Mian put down the mop handle, and tugged at the sleeve that had slipped to his wrist. The cuff got stuck on the bracelet, and he took a little effort.

When Song Mian is not smiling, the tails of her eyes are down. Her slender eyes have a natural sense of world-weariness, which can bluff people.

It is probably difficult to associate a person like Song Mian with Moudi, after all, this person is a fighting machine in memory, although few people have actually seen it.Or it may simply be that Song Mian is embarrassed to help mop the floor without staying at the hotel.

"I'll just come, and you don't live on campus." The curly named Cheng Liang rubbed his hands a little awkwardly, and said, "Big Tou and I thought we'd drag the bed after we made the bed."

"Big head?"

"It's Liu Yifan," Cheng Liang pointed to another roommate in the room who was cleaning the table.

"Oh." For some unknown reason, Song Mian purposely took a second look at Liu Yifan's head, feeling that it was a little bigger than the average person's.

Seeing that Jiang Zhou was busy making the quilt cover, his tightly pursed lips revealed his seriousness at the moment. The suitcase spread out on the floor was mostly empty, and the tabletop was also clean and tidy. Song Mian snickered in his heart, and then dragged the floor: " What a big deal, if you have nothing to do, go to the toilet, I don’t think the sanitation has been done yet.”

I don't live on campus, but my boyfriend lives on campus. As a family member of the god of learning, it's only natural to help with cleaning, Song Mian's brain is running wild.

……

"Ah, that's right, Brother Jiang, I have a question but I can't figure it out. I've asked several times in the group but no one can solve it. Please help me."

Liu Yifan dug out the math exercises and spent a long time looking for them.

I have been roommates with Xueshen for a semester. Although the relationship is not particularly good, we can talk to each other anyway. Among them, the fastest way to get closer is naturally to ask questions.Living together for so long, these two can be considered to understand the reason why Xueshen is Xueshen.

Of course, it's not the kind of so-called genius boy.

Books are inseparable from eyes and pens, and the exercise book alone takes up two-thirds of the space on the desk.In addition to sleeping and reading, plus the brain is already smart, thinking carefully about the knowledge learned, it may be difficult to get a low score in the test.

Jiang Zhou was about to finish hanging up his clothes. Hearing this, he went to wash his hands and sat back to watch for a while.

"This question spans two knowledge points, the parametric equation and the derivative formula. You first find out the value of x2, and then substitute it..."

While listening, Liu Yifan took a pen to do calculations on the straw paper.After Cheng Liang finished cleaning, he hurried over to listen in. In the end, both of them had a question. Is this the case?A sudden sense of enlightenment.

Song Mian quietly stayed aside and checked Weibo, feeling quite out of place in the dormitory of this school bully.The room was filled with incomprehensible formulas and scalp-numbing letters and numbers. Song Mian pressed her breath on the screen and stared at Jiang Zhou's profile with her chin propped up.

It is said that serious people are the most attractive, and Song Mian has seen Jiang Zhou's serious appearance countless times.Reading, doing questions, and thinking, but he seems to never get tired of reading, and he can read it fascinated every time

The rain in the early spring was so fierce that it fell for several days in a row, and it didn't clear up until Friday morning.

Just after class at noon, the class teachers of the second year of senior high school spent half a minute going to Lao Huang's place to draw a lot.

According to the arrangement, after the lunch break, each shift will start area cleaning.This is what the school stipulates must be done every semester. Cleaning is done twice a month, and the area is divided independently.

As soon as the rain stopped, every corner of Gewu Building seemed to come alive. Suddenly, there were various sounds in the corridor outside the classroom, chasing, fighting, and chirping like young birds robbing food, completely gone. lifeless.

Song Mian lay on the table to catch up on sleep, and was awakened by the noise in a daze.

At this moment, the students in the class are waiting for the labor committee to arrange a division of labor. A group of people are crowded at the back of the classroom to grab labor tools. The number of brooms and rags is limited, and they are almost empty in a second. The remaining trash cans and shovels are lying there. Reasonable, the whole class quarreled into a sparrow's nest.

Zheng Qiran got a basketball from nowhere, and patted it around in the aisle to show off his skills.Song Mian was terribly irritable. Seeing that the fight was so selfless and had no intention of stopping, she casually touched a pen and threw it over.

"You fucking fuckin' ball in the classroom."

Then Zheng Qi got hit on the head, turned around to meet Song Mian's sad face, sneered and clasped his hands together and said, "Hey, I'm sorry Brother Song, hi, I forgot you were sleeping."

"Bring me back the pen." Song Mian said impatiently as she straightened her sleepy hair.

"What's the matter, I see you've been sleeping all afternoon." Lin Pingping came over and put a bottle of lemonade on his table, "I didn't eat lunch either."

"Busy to study hard and make progress every day." Song Mian yawned lazily.

Zheng Qiran put the ball under his arm, sat down on the seat in front of Song Mian, and said, "Don't say it, Brother Song, you are really awesome. In the Chinese class in the morning, Xiao Qingqing asked you to get up and recite the book." The atmosphere, the scene, was so embarrassing that I was sweating for you, but you really recited it! The scum of Class 6 is amazing to have you!"

"Coincidentally." Song Mian replied indifferently, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of water—tsk, it was so sore that my teeth hurt.

This semester, Jiang Zhou was obsessed with monitoring Song Mian's study every day. Fortunately, Chu Xiaonan took him to the office before he could check his winter homework.

Now the two people's love time every night seems to have become a private teaching class.Last night Song Mian was forced to analyze ancient poems for more than two hours, and this morning he was forced to memorize "Will Enter the Wine".

Jiang Zhou was very satisfied, and did not arrange other questions for Song Mian before going to the complex building for competition training.Song Mian was squeezed until there was not a single drop left, and her brain was overdrawn and her body and mind were haggard.

"That's really not a coincidence," Zhang Jin leaned over, "Like Zheng Qiran, he must have been useless in private, so he was fined to copy ten times."

"Get rolling..." Zheng Qiran raised his leg and kicked him: "If you want to flatter, you can flatter, you don't want to be flattered."

Sixteen to seventy-eight boys are in a period of hormonal mania, which in layman's terms is ADHD.In this way, it is very easy to pick up a fight. Rather than saying it is a fight, it is better to say it is a pastime in leisure time. The nature is similar to that of online games, but it looks more childish.

Zheng Qiran casually called a few boys to join in the fun, pressed Zhang Jin on the desk and beat him violently.