Xueba, wake up

At the end of June, the classroom was hot and humid. All kinds of moths and flying insects followed the light and tried to get into the window cracks. From time to time, the quiet evening self-study could hear the screams of girls and the sound of books beating.

The final exam and summer vacation are approaching, one group of students are nervous about the upcoming senior year, while the other group is immersed in the excitement of the upcoming holiday.

Shi Yujie belongs to the latter group of students.

After photographing moths for the people at the tables around him five times, he finally couldn't help but secretly took out his mobile phone, looked around and stretched the bookend, then quickly clicked on the WeChat page.

-crane!

- If you don't come back, the child will starve to death!

The other side never replied.

Shi Yujie put the phone back into his pocket and frowned.

At this point, the teacher of the inspection team should not be wandering around the campus, not to mention it's pitch black, if he is really caught, he should be able to run away.

I'm afraid I'll be caught by the unreasonable security guard, if that's the case, I won't let the head of the department come forward...

"boom!"

The back door of the classroom was suddenly pushed open, interrupting Shi Yujie's restless guess.

"He'er..." He turned his head, his voice was hoarse just as he spoke, and his small eyes suddenly stared like copper bells.

There was also an instant commotion in the classroom, "Fuck" one after another.

"Go to self-study quietly!" The squad leader glanced at the back door and shouted.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The boy who entered the door was not wearing a school uniform, and his ears were studded with earbone studs and tragus rings.

The boy raised his hand and copied a handful of his blue-gray hair, and walked in under the shocked eyes of almost everyone in the classroom, with a bulging paper pocket in his hand.

He exaggeratedly pinched the doorknob with two fingers, closed the back door softly, and then quickly jumped back to the seat next to Shi Yujie.

"Eat quickly, don't let the child starve to death." Panting, He Zhonghe stuffed a bag of takeaway into the hole of Shi Yujie's table, and took a piece of paper from his table and pressed it to his forehead.

Shi Yujie didn't move, he continued to stare at He Zhonghe, and said nothing in a hoarse voice.

"Close your eyeballs, they're about to fall out." He Zhonghe turned his head to look at him, and took a notebook from the bookend to stand between the two of them, "Usually the eyes are so small, it's scary to stare wide of."

"No," Shi Yujie hissed, and pushed the notebook away, "Just a dinner and a self-study session, you went to get your hair dyed?"

"Even drifting and dyed." He Zhonghe corrected him.

"You..." Shi Yujie pointed at him with difficulty, and choked out a sentence for a long time, "This color is too fucking crazy."

Students dyeing their hair is considered a very bad behavior in Huitan No. [-] Middle School. Before, a girl in an art class was dyed an inconspicuous brown, and was sent home by the head of the department for a month. Parents and students wrote double self-criticisms before finishing.

"It's just so fucking hot." He Zhonghe smiled and asked the girl at the front table to borrow a small mirror, stretched it out in front of her face, and stroked her hair in satisfaction.

Guo Yao at the front desk didn't turn her head away after giving him the mirror. She looked at He Zhonghe: "It's so beautiful!"

He Zhonghe put down the mirror and grinned at her. The latter was taken aback, and pursed his lips in embarrassment.

"Brother, I beg you not to mess around." Shi Yujie tugged him, "Old Zheng will be here later, think about whether your coffin uses a flip cover or a slide cover."

"Old Zheng, come in now, I'll count to five." He Zhonghe said.

"What do you mean?" Shi Yujie was a little confused.

"I came across the office building on purpose just now." He Zhonghe raised his eyebrows, holding back a smile, "Old Zheng's office door was open, I stood at the door and swayed for a while, and he sprayed a sip of tea directly on the teacher's desk opposite."

"Fuck..." Shi Yujie's eyeballs became even more terrifying.

"five."

"Four."

There were hurried footsteps in the corridor, which grew from small to large at an astonishing speed.

"Three two one." He Zhonghe said quickly.

"He Zhonghe!" There was another "bang" from the back door, which shocked everyone in the class.

"Come out." Old Zheng's face was extremely ugly, he grabbed He Zhonghe's arm, a little old man who was not small, dragged the 1.8-meter-long He Zhonghe out.

The classmates looked at him with pity in their eyes, and they all lit a piece of wax for him in their hearts.

The lights in the corridor were dim, and the summer wind was blowing on the face, without any cooling effect, making people upset.

The door of the mimeograph room on the opposite floor was open, making a "buzzing" sound, and several teachers were rushing to carry stacks of paper in and out.

The birth of summer homework.

He Zhonghe looked past the trembling old Zheng, and looked at the teacher in the mimeograph room who looked like ants moving house with great interest.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Lao Zheng stood a little far away from him, probably to avoid the awkward training posture of raising his head, "Tell me, you don't study in the experimental class, and you collude with those who don't know the class all day long." The students of April and Six, now give me this again, what do I want you to do in this class? I can bear it well enough, you fight between classes after class, read idle books and play mobile phones in class, as long as you don’t disturb the class department, I am Don't you all turn a blind eye?"

"Let me tell you, if you don't want to study, get out, my class doesn't need rat shit."

He Zhonghe leaned against the wall, looked away, glanced at Old Zheng, and said nothing.

"Stand up straight!" Old Zheng growled.

Reluctantly, he tilted his center of gravity forward and adjusted his stance symbolically.

"Your family is in a special situation. The teachers and I take care of you and don't want to embarrass you, but don't think that everything should be done. Don't give up."

Lao Zheng was really annoyed by his blue hair today, and his speech was quite ugly.

He Zhonghe didn't know if it was the right thing to do, or if he didn't catch the face the teacher gave him, but he knew that it was definitely not because of "your family's special situation" that he could still stay in the experimental class with such a foolish look.

There are so many "special circumstances" in the school, and Lao Zheng has never seen them stuffed into the experimental class. If that is the case, a special family class can be opened directly.

Old Zheng didn't dare to embarrass him.

There is a reason why He Zhonghe escaped from fights and did not alert the higher education department.Not only Lao Zheng and the teacher in charge of the class, but also the teachers of the grade department all turned a blind eye to him.

The mimeograph room just now, another mimeograph room on the third floor next door, and the small library under construction next to the laboratory building were all donated by He Zhonghe's mother.

That's why he has the toughness to do everything in school without fearing the teacher.

"Teacher," He Zhonghe finally spoke after listening to him for a long time, "My family's situation is not special."

It's really nothing special, isn't it because he doesn't have a father? He never thought it was a strange thing not to have a father since he was a child.

In his cognition, "Dad" is a black-and-white photo that his mother puts next to the table during the New Year's Eve dinner every year, and "bereavement" is just that he only writes one column every time he fills out the family information form in class. Can.

The situation that you don't take seriously, but outsiders bring it up again and again, to force you to label you as "lack of fatherly love", "very pitiful", and "it's not easy for a mother".

Old Zheng choked for a moment, stared at him and said nothing.

"My mother greeted you a few days ago. I have too much gray hair and I need to dye it. You were right then." He Zhonghe leaned back against the wall.

In the end, Lao Zheng couldn't avoid the posture of raising his head. He took a step forward and stared at He Zhonghe: "I'm sure, I'm sure I want you to dye the hair of this kind of monster?! It's so black that it can't cover the white hair. What's the matter?!"

"But you didn't say that at the time." He Zhonghe lowered his head and looked at Lao Zheng innocently, "I just picked a good-looking color, and the students around me are also pleasing to the eye, so I'm naturally in a better mood when I study."

When the four eyes met, he didn't feel any sparks that were about to break out, he just felt that Lao Zheng was so angry that his nose was bright and red, and he was about to pass.

He Zhonghe looked at him with some concern, hesitating whether he should give him a hand or not, it's no wonder that the little old man is so angry.

The conversation quickly ended under Lao Zheng's unilateral glaring.

His last words were "It's about to be the third year of high school, just wait and see how I will treat you this time."

He Zhonghe's blue fur quickly added a little color to the tense and boring life of this group of students.In the past week, people came to see and touch his hair almost every day. Guo Yao turned to look at him after class, and expressed her infinite longing for the same hair color after graduation.

There were also several sneak shots on the school’s confession wall, and the accompanying texts were all “Confession, this blue-haired little brother is so cool!”, “This handsome boy, it’s great to have you in Huitan No. [-] Middle School!”…

He Zhonghe put his phone on the back of the book stand, looking at the contributions on the confession wall, he beat Shi Yujie's arm happily.

"The cow is still your cow, He'er." Shi Yujie opened a pack of wafers and divided them into a circle, whistling, "Pull the wind."

"Actually, I didn't even think about dyeing it like this at first. I thought about dyeing my hair black to cover up my white hair, but Mr. Tony kept pressing me and said that the handsome guy just wants to dye it a little bit more, so I can't waste this face." He Zhonghe from He had a tube of fudge in his snack pocket.

"I'll touch it." Shi Yujie reached out and poked his face, "Ah, it's so thick!"

"Get out, wipe my face with wafer scum." He Zhonghe smiled and slapped his hands away.

It didn't take long for the hair dyeing turmoil to pass, and a bright little blue soon became an ordinary part of the ordinary life of the students.

But Lao Zheng's undercurrents are surging, and his sentence "Take care of you" has not been fulfilled.

He Zhonghe didn't panic in the slightest. This old man in his 50s thought of nothing more than driving home, doing self-criticism, and talking with his parents.

But what he didn't expect was that Lao Zheng found another way and transferred him from the "pile of unlearned and incompetent students" in the back row to the "pile of good students with good learning" in the first row.

It does have the meaning of "good students help bad students". Sure enough, retro is popular.

At school, he can be supervised by a teacher, and can be watched by a monitor directly connected to the office of the higher education department, but he can't leave the demon den in the back row.

Snacks, extra-curricular books, mobile phones, and chattering deskmates, don't even think about these things in the first row.

Only the sound of reciting the scriptures is always accompanied by the sound of reciting, and only the taciturn scholars who are talking about you are surrounded by you.

This time, Old Zheng really wanted to suppress He Zhonghe, sacrificing such a precious position as a top student to squeeze him in.

Okay, Lao Zheng has gained experience in laning and fighting, and his rank has risen, so he knows that it is time to wipe out He Zhonghe's aggressive action demon thoughts from the environment.

"He'er, if you miss me, come to me after class." Shi Yujie helped He Zhonghe pack his things, and he was also deeply saddened.

"Yeah." He Zhonghe scrambled the things on the table into his schoolbag, and put his arms around him, "Let's go, the tears behind the bars are gone."

"I will become a husband-watching stone, waiting for the day you come back..."

"Shut up, who are you, you just look after your husband." He Zhonghe thumped him amidst the laughter of the people around him.

"It's so sad and desolate. Just as my body left me, my heart is already at my new deskmate." Shi Yujie pouted aggrievedly, and the scene was full.

"Okay, my heart will always be in the back row." While wiping the table with a wet towel, He Zhonghe raised his hand to make a heart gesture, and threw it at Shi Yujie's side, "Who is my new deskmate?"

"Wait for me to observe." Shi Yujie touched his glasses from the table and put them on.

"Fuck me."

"What's the matter, what the fuck." He Zhonghe wiped the table without looking up, "Who is it?"

"Fuck me." Shi Yujie repeated again.

He grabbed He Zhonghe's shoulder suddenly, his nose was about to poke him in the face:

"Goose rises!"