Deskmate

Li Huan returned to school one day earlier. He and Yu Xing rushed back after playing the ball game on Sunday. There were not many people returning to school on Sunday, and the cafeteria was not open, so they had to go to the school store at the school gate to buy something to fill their stomachs. All kinds of goods were neatly packed. Placed in different places, he took two bags of bread and a bag of instant coffee along the way. It was getting colder and colder, so he brewed a cup to refresh himself.

He took out the change from the pocket of the winter school uniform and handed it to the boss. The school's winter school uniform was uglier than that in autumn. He described it in the words of a bunch of dissatisfied students: it was so ugly that it exploded.Wearing it on the body is even more bloated, making people look a few catties heavier, and the shape is even more unsightly. There is a common saying: the designer came out and was beaten.

Li Huan also relies on his face and figure to support his clothes. If it weren't for his height, he would look like a large sack from a distance, or the sack painted red just to highlight the festive occasion, it can be called vicious.

Someone was playing ball on the playground, and the playground was full of plastic smell after a day in the sun.Li Huan sat there watching for a while, and then went back. There was chocolate sauce in the bread, which was a bit sweet, but it was delicious to eat.

After leaving the room for a while, it was very cold, even a bit colder than the outside. It was clearly the sun, but the cold still couldn't stop shrinking to the bone. There were still textbooks and notes on the table. I opened it because I remember fast and scribbled notes, which have nothing to do with neatness, but I can still understand them anyway.

Too lazy to turn on the air conditioner, he casually pulled out a black pen and a red pen from the drawer, pulled out the draft book, and took out another set of test papers. Almost all of them have been learned.

I bought too many test papers in the past, so I didn't finish writing them later, which happened to be finished in the third year of high school.

The weekend homework assigned by the teacher has been finished, so I started to review it to pass the time. In fact, the previous grades are not much different from the current ones, that is, the top three in the school. The day of the class is really just brushing questions, attending lectures, and homework at three o'clock. Compared with that time, the homework now is really less. The last time I went to bed was at four o'clock in the morning, and I was struggling to survive.

After reading the questions, the muted phone was full of messages, all from the class group, 99 plus, I don’t know how long we chatted, he clicked in and started to read the first message, after reading it for a long time, he finally understood Well, this year happens to be the school's No. 20th anniversary. Every class in their high school has to hold a program, and the class is not allowed to not participate.

From the class group with teachers thrown out by the monitor, it can be seen that Teacher Yang has already planned to report for the program, and the class is singing together, and is now selecting songs.

Li Huan frowned, his mind was full of resistance, and he felt really irritated by being watched. He brushed his long hair and messed it up in one fell swoop, but he was not in the mood to take care of it. He was only thinking about how to resist the order and refuse.

However, after thinking about it for a long time, I didn't think of anything, so I just thought about breaking the pot and breaking my leg, which was simple and clear, but when I thought about it again, I couldn't bear to do it, tsk, it was difficult.

Touching the soft and long hair, I picked up the scissors and wanted to cut it in front of the mirror. After working hard for a long time, the cut was pretty good, at least not cut like a ghost. Looking left and right in the mirror, I have to admit In fact, the face still occupies a large part, a little water.

He finally put down the mirror, turned on the phone, and what jumped into his eyes was Yuan Yueze's question in the two-line list: "Have you read the group news?"

"Look." A few seconds later, the phone rang, and he clicked on it, "Hello?"

"It's me. It's said that the school celebration is going to do something like this. We're singing, and they're discussing what song to sing, and they're divided into two groups." Listening to the voice through the phone, he seemed to see the smile of the person opposite him.

"Now they are divided into two rows. The girls want to sing the kind of songs that are fresh and tender, and the boys want to sing the kind of songs that are more flammable. Some sand sculptures suggest singing together at the end and shaking hands together. What do you think? "He seemed to think of something funny, and chuckled twice.

"Me? I'm thinking about how to skip this show and be an audience looking at you." Li Huan smiled wryly, paused for a while, and then said: "They want to choose a good-looking lead singer, let me ask you Opinion."

Li Huan didn't even want to meet again. For a while, he couldn't tell whether it was singing or choosing an oiran. He felt like dreaming of going back to an ancient brothel to redeem a prostitution girl. Hundreds of bees quarreled in unison, "You look good, do you want to go?"

With this perfunctory attitude, it was a little unclear for a moment whether this person simply wanted to shirk or praise him, but his heart moved, and he responded in a low voice: "Okay."

Li Huan paused for a few seconds, "Can you sing?"

"If I can't sing, I won't sign up."

Li Huan suddenly recalled the previous school sports meeting, hummed softly, and heard a gentle feeling, "That's right, I was stupid."

"They just finalized, "Little Half"." Yuan Yueze swiped the information on his mobile phone, and a sea of ​​information rushed in. He swiped the previous message away at once, and had to look for it again, looking for it again and again. Briefly described the matter for him, and finally poked into the wechat of Qin Li, the literary and art committee member, to ask, and got permission.

"Where are you?" He asked casually, leaning on the roof.

"Dormitory." He replied, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, if I knew you were going back to school so early, I would have come too." Yuan Yueze replied with a bit of ambiguity, and Li Huan's mind became even more noisy when he heard this sentence, but it's not limited to bees, almost everything can be made into one Pot chowder.

He slowly said the next sentence, "It's really boring to be alone."

Li Huan suddenly wanted to hit someone.

The author has something to say: emmmm, I wrote a chapter yesterday, I have something to do today, see if I can finish it when I get home, orz