Xueba, wake up

Yan Sheng is Lao Zheng's proud student, and he devotes himself to his studies in silence. He has been in the top ten of his grade since he was in the first year of high school, and he is a good student in textbooks.

This is the teacher's version.

But among the students, anyone who has heard of this person knows that he has been involved in the bureau.

The words "The handsome student bully in class 24 is Yuan Bad" were passed around, and finally it even appeared that "the handsome school bully in class 24 used to mess around with other people's girlfriends and finally stabbed her." Injured several thugs who were sought by his original partner to settle accounts with him..."

He never explained and clarified, and no one dared to communicate with him, and no one knew which of the rumors was true.

"It's really a wild goose!" Seeing that He Zhonghe didn't respond, Shi Yujie pulled his shoulder to make him look in the front row.

It was get out of class time, Yan Sheng was leaning against the wall with earplugs on, reading a book amidst the sound of laughing, playing and chatting that almost lifted the ceiling.

He lowered his head, put his hands on his chin, his eyes were slightly raised, and his nose was high.Although he was wearing a school uniform, he was tall and broad-shouldered, and he didn't have the silly temperament of a middle school student.

It's very handsome.Just before he was assigned to this class, He Zhonghe found such a handsome guy among the girls in the liberal arts class, but he didn't expect that he was a top student, not a stranger.

"Yeah." He Zhonghe pulled Shi Yujie's hand off his shoulder, knowing what he meant, "You also believe those rumors."

Believe it or not, Shi Yujie also escorted him to the new seat, and after setting up the bookshelf, he raised his voice and said, "Whoever dares to trouble you, remember to call me brother."

"That's enough, don't be ashamed." He Zhonghe waved his hand.

The class bell is about to ring, and the next session will be Lao Zheng's math class.

He Zhonghe walked to Yansheng's side. This person was holding a historical chronology, and he was still reading, and he didn't care about having a new deskmate.

"Excuse me." He Zhonghe stood beside him and waited for two seconds before saying.

The other party still didn't respond, and He Zhonghe suspected that his soul had been sucked away by the chronology of history.

"Traveled?" He Zhonghe stretched out his hand and poked him on the shoulder, and smiled.

Yan Sheng finally raised his head, glanced at him, stood up expressionlessly and waited for him to enter.

... The small eyes are cold enough, what a foolish high-cold academic tyrant.

Although He Zhonghe is not the type to take the initiative to cause trouble, he has a bad temper.

I'm joking with you, it's almost a proactive show, you don't even give a fucking expression, you're too stupid to communicate with people normally?

He Zhonghe looked at Diao Erlang as carefree, and it was not unreasonable to be able to get along with most of the people in the class.He is cute and happy with his words every day, but his thoughts are more careful than anyone else. He knows what to say and what to say, what kind of people and how to get along with them. He is quite good at emotional intelligence and communication. call taxi.

He Zhonghe decided that he would not open his mouth to get close to him again in this class.

It's that sensitive, it's that narrow-minded.

It feels strange to sit in the front row. Before, the teacher was just a little bit moving around. Now when I look up at the teacher, I will be startled by Lao Zheng's face with big Chinese characters.

The most uncomfortable thing is that I still meet eyes from time to time.

"The function f(x) is equal to the square of ax plus bx plus c is an even function. This necessary and sufficient condition means..." Old Zheng's eyes kept moving towards He Zhonghe.

He Zhonghe simply lowered his gray-blue head, casually tore out a piece of draft paper, and scratched while listening.

He Zhonghe listened most carefully in mathematics class, and those who study liberal arts in mathematics win the world.Chinese, English and three liberal arts subjects were all thrown aside by him, but his math scores remained stable.Because of this, Lao Zheng reprimanded him many times for being smart but not studying hard, and it would be better to give his brains to others.

His current grades are not bad in the "gangster", and he can even be regarded as a chicken head in the "gangster".Although the class ranks at the bottom of the middle, it is an experimental class after all, and it is not a problem to put it in the top ten of the ordinary class.

He Zhonghe's score is to stabilize mathematics. If he goes to the third year of high school and wants the prodigal son to go back and touch the double first class, at least it will be easier then.

What a good student with plans and ideals, how could he become a rat shit at Lao Zheng's place?He Zhonghe praised himself in his heart, and proudly copied a handful of blue hair while plucking grass.

After listening to one section of mathematics, the next section is a recitation class. Sitting in this position, you can't see the grand scene of papers being passed down in a row, and you can't take advantage of the loophole of "there is no paper in the last row, so I didn't do it".

Quite boring.

Especially when there was a stern gourd sitting next to him.

He Zhonghe's class was posted on the wall, and the elementary school students were not allowed to cross the three|eighth line, as if they were far away from Yansheng's elbow.He dragged the stool back, raised his legs, and glanced at Yan Sheng who was sorting out the wrong questions with the tip of his eyes.

This boring gourd...

He Zhonghe was taken aback for a moment, then leaned towards him in surprise.

He wears earrings? !

He never noticed it before, but his earrings are quite conspicuous, it is a small silver plain ring attached to the earlobe.

He Zhonghe felt that Yan Sheng's hairstyle was not a cut-and-cut or a cut-cut that is standard for a top student, but he didn't expect this top student to have pierced ears.

Is this appropriate?

He thought of Lao Zheng's scolding and scolding after he pierced his ears last semester.

It's not suitable!

He Zhonghe viciously picked up the Qingliang Nose Tong on the table, unscrewed it, and took a deep breath.

I don't know if this snort was a bit too earth-shattering in the quiet recitation class, Yan Sheng turned his head and glanced at him.

The eyes with slightly raised corners were indifferent, disgusted, and even a little warning.

Hey?Quite energetic, huh?

He Zhonghe twitched one corner of his mouth and almost sneered, what the hell are you doing.

So he took a few more breaths, and after letting go of the nasal passage, he became dizzy and coughed for a long time.

"Are you okay?" The girl at the back table put down her pen and patted He Zhonghe on the back.

"No, no, no." He waved his hands, turned around and smiled awkwardly at the girl.

Fuck, that's embarrassing.

He Zhonghe's cardiopulmonary function is not very good by nature, he suffered from pulmonary heart disease when he was a child and has never recovered quickly, and he still carries nasal tonic and various mints and mint tablets with him, relying on these to relieve chest tightness and shortness of breath.When all the friends around him are smoking, he can only hold a lollipop, and standing with them looks silly|foolish.

It wasn't a very good mood to be transferred here from the back row, but now the fire in his heart is getting stronger and stronger.

Displeased, very displeased, looking at this new tablemate is very unpleasant.

For dinner, He Zhonghe and Shi Yujie sneaked out from the small gate to have a barbecue. The two sat outside the food stall, eating skewers while watching the people hurrying on the road.

He Zhonghe took a bottle of beer and was about to open it when Shi Yujie snatched it back.

"Forget it, I shouldn't have come out to eat this smoky food stall with you in the first place, you still want to drink." Shi Yujie knew that He Zhonghe's heart and lungs were not good, and He Zhonghe's mother called him every month to ask about his son's diet Shi Yujie felt guilty whenever there was a fight or not.

He handed He Zhonghe a bunch of roasted lamb whips that looked like they were cooking well.

"Thank you, male mother." He Zhonghe smiled and raised the sheep whip to his eyes, twirled it around a few times, and then put it back in the tray, "But forget it."

"How are you doing with your new tablemate? Didn't you find any sinister eyes, weird whispers and violent tendencies in him?"

"No," He Zhonghe took a stick and poked the top of the sheep whip up and down, "but this little brother is very unpleasant."

"You said last year that he looks quite to your liking." Shi Yujie said.

"At that time, I didn't communicate with each other. I got in touch with him today and found that he is really not very good." He Zhonghe poked the sheep whip and sneered, "He seems to be immersed in his own high-cold student tyrant and can't get out. Follow me Pretending to be a fan|forced."

"Stop." Shi Yujie said.

"Stop what?" He Zhonghe didn't understand, and looked up at him.

"Don't poke it! It hurts to see it!" Shi Yujie covered it with his hands, and his small eyes, which were originally small, were creased into slits.

He Zhonghe froze for a moment, then burst out into a maniacal laugh, and slammed the stick in his hand into the whip.

"Mom—I'm back—" As soon as he opened the door, the refreshing air rushed over his face, and He Zhonghe shivered with relief.

"You smell your body, did you secretly eat barbecue?" Du Lanzhen took off his schoolbag for him, then took the remote control on the shoe cabinet, and turned the air conditioner up a few degrees.

"No." He Zhonghe changed his shoes, "It's not with Shi Yujie anyway."

"This little guy is unreliable." Du Lanzhen asked, "Why do you escape from late study?"

"I took a coin and tossed it. If it comes up heads, I won't go to evening self-study. If it comes up tails, I'll think about it." He Zhonghe told her with a smile.

"The results of it?"

"The result was tails." He Zhonghe walked to the sofa, fell into it, and stretched vigorously, "So I thought about it for a second, and then I came back."

Seeing him lying down, the little deer dog at home jumped up on his belly twice, and then glided to the ground before He Zhonghe reached out to pick him up.

"Little bad luck." Du Lanzhen was not angry when she heard this, and walked over to pat his arm, "Don't stretch so hard, you forgot that when you were young, you stretched and had angina pectoris, didn't you?"

"Mom, that's a problem." He Zhonghe said looking at the dog's paw prints on his clothes.

As long as I can remember, my mother has taken care of herself in every possible way, saying several times a day that your heart and lung function is poor and your pulmonary heart disease is still not cured, etc. He Zhonghe is strictly prohibited from consuming high-sugar and high-fat foods, alcohol and smoking, and strenuous exercise.After He Zhonghe entered high school, she was even more worried. She told his friends, classmates and teachers, as if her son was a weak and delicate girl.

And He Zhonghe has a clear positioning for himself.

I am a fierce one, the kind of ruffian who often eats food stalls outside and fights in groups.

When he was in junior high school, He Zhonghe realized that something was wrong. His mother's care and love had reached a morbid level.Once he stayed up late until the next day when he was walking, his eyes turned black and he almost fainted. It was supposed to be a problem that could be solved by taking a nap, but his mother insisted on letting him live in the hospital for a week after crying, and he was in a trance for half a day. many months.

After that, He Zhonghe tried his best to reassure his mother. He vaguely knew that it was abnormal for her to be nervous and cautious, but he could understand her.Grandma and grandpa left early, and he only met dad in the posthumous photo, so she was the only family member left.

My mother has never had high demands on herself, and it doesn't matter how she studies. If she can maintain the status quo without slipping, it is better to stay in the second college in this city.Du Lanzhen had already said that she wanted him to go home every day even when he was in college.

He Zhonghe didn't have too many plans about where to go in the future, if his mother insisted on letting him stay in this city, then he would listen to his mother.

They were each other's only kin, each other's only emotional outpouring.

He Zhonghe jumped up from the sofa, hugged his mother, and turned back to his bedroom.

"The fruit is on your table, don't forget to take the medicine." Mom said.

"I know—" He Zhonghe closed the door before the little deer dog flew in again, took out his phone from his trouser pocket and clicked on the game.

As soon as the buffering ended, a small red dot popped up in the friend application column.

He Zhonghe remembered that his game account was a private account, and it was difficult to search for this account except for WeChat friends.

The avatar of the other party is a very non-mainstream mecha style, and the user name is "Fleeing Gravity".

The name is quite... foreign.

He Zhonghe hesitated for a moment, then clicked Pass.