Xueba, wake up

school starts.

Returning to school at 02:30 in the afternoon, He Zhonghe stuffed his summer homework and review materials into his schoolbag, the zipper almost broke.

At two o'clock on time, I stood at the entrance and leaned against it, and the door was quiet.

He Zhonghe hesitated for a moment, took off his schoolbag from his shoulder and put it on the ground.

Anyway, it's only a few steps away, there's no rush, and it's okay to go out later.

It's ten past two.

There are still 10 minutes left, even if he is late, he is not afraid of Lao Zheng.

Fifteen past two.

"Fuck." He Zhonghe bent down and swung his schoolbag round his back, almost throwing himself out.

Maybe Yan Sheng had left long ago, and he stood here for a quarter of an hour, looking stupid.

He Zhonghe opened the door of the house.

Almost in the next second, the opposite door also opened.

"Oh, what a coincidence." Yan Sheng glanced at him, and said calmly while locking the door.

Coincidentally, you have a big pod head.

He Zhonghe went down a few stairs and waited for him.

Yan Sheng followed behind him, after walking a few steps, he reached out and grabbed his schoolbag belt, and lifted it up.

Very heavy.

Before He Zhonghe turned his head vigilantly, Yan Sheng let go.

"Are you sick?" He Zhonghe almost fell to his knees when he was weighed down by his schoolbag, "If you don't need your claws, you can leave them to those who need them!"

Yan Sheng laughed, He Zhonghe was very speechless, is this a fucking preschooler?

"The white hair is showing." Yan Sheng scratched his hair.

"I'm going to dye it during the [-]th holiday." He Zhonghe shrank his neck, "Can you stop killing yourself all the time?"

"Why?" Yan Sheng asked casually.

This question made He Zhonghe choke.

yeah why?

Because it feels quite comfortable, because this action is too intimate?

"Next time I won't wash my hair for three days." He Zhonghe choked out this threat for a long time.

"Take everything away! Everyone take their own books, and you can carry them in several batches!" Lao Zheng commanded from the podium, watching a room of students ruin the classroom into a mess.

Everyone's cabinets and books had to be transported to the third floor, which was half the campus away from the old building, and the new classroom was on the fifth floor, so it was very laborious to get there.

Shi Yujie has healed up from his injuries, but now he hums and chirps and doesn't want to move, saying that he can hear his ribs crackling when he pulls the cabinet.

"Is there popping candy sprinkled on the ribs?" He Zhonghe carried two copies by himself, but Shi Yujie still had a lot of things, and he couldn't learn a few words.

Two large wooden cabinets, three iron bookends, and four boxes of books.

"Look, put a bullock cart on me, can you transport all these things over there?"

Guo Yao next to her was also complaining, saying that she would break her waist if she couldn't lift such a heavy thing as a girl.

He Zhonghe had a headache, so he filled a wooden cabinet with books first, then put it on the floor and dragged it away with great effort.

The Great Bison Migration in the third year of high school aroused the collective curiosity of the first and second year students. On the way, they all snickered when they saw the faces of the third year students carrying things in pain.

Laugh, just laugh, it's your turn next year.

He Zhonghe stared back one by one, he hadn't walked halfway to the flat ground, his clothes were drenched with sweat, and he was still a little out of breath.

I knew I should have brought the skateboard, so I put the cabinet on the skateboard, and it would be easier to drag it away.

Some rode a small electric donkey, dragged suitcases, and pulled a small trolley for shopping and delivery from the supermarket, swishing past him.

He Zhonghe straightened up, his arms were so sore, and his chest felt tight.

Visually, there are still 100 meters away from the third floor.

I have to climb the fifth floor, and I have to come back three or four times after this trip.

Very hopeless.

"I won't be in the third year of high school." He Zhonghe gritted his teeth and dragged the box again.

There are many classmates who think the same as him. The big buffalo migration in the third year of high school is not bragging. Even things and people are crowded on the road from the main building to the third floor of the high school. It is magnificent and magnificent.

Among the group of people who were moving ants, He Zhonghe caught a glimpse of a mountain bike passing through the crowd from behind, passed in front of him, made a turn, and then circled back behind.

After a while, it came again.

Another lap.

What the fuck is a stupid high school sophomore who is forced to go for a ride in the crowd!Are you experiencing the thrill of driving sheep?!

He Zhonghe straightened up impatiently and raised his head.

Then I was stunned.

The mountain bike completed the bend and stopped in front of him.

Yan Sheng propped his long legs on the ground, turned his head to the back seat of the car and lifted his chin, with a calm expression: "Put it on."

It's so cool.

He Zhonghe had never found Yansheng so charming before, it was as if a god came to save him from the fire and water.

"You are so handsome and I love you so much." The irritability on He Zhonghe's face disappeared, he put the cabinet and books on the back seat of Yansheng, and followed the car with his arms, "Your place is not stable."

"It was installed this morning. There is no such thing as a serious mountain bike with a back seat." Yan Sheng slid the car slowly, nimbly slipping through the crowd.

"Have you finished moving everything?" He Zhonghe looked at his back and asked.

The height of the handlebars and the front seat is almost at the same level, and the rider has to lower his neck, slightly arch his back, and straighten his arms.

It appears that the shoulders are very broad and the lines are very tough.Although she is wearing a school uniform, it can't cover the hormones that can be revealed by just one posture.

"I don't have anything to move, I'm at home, just take it here slowly," he said.

"Oh." He Zhonghe admired the back and the back of the head, and it took a few seconds to realize, "Then why are you pretending to be the back seat?"

Yan Sheng didn't speak, but looked back at him.

The standard will give you a look and experience for yourself.

He Zhonghe felt his brain go numb for a moment, and his heart beat fast twice as if being held tightly by someone.

There is no need to confirm anything here, Yan Sheng's meaning is obvious.

He kept a cold face all day long in the class, as if no strangers should come in. Except for He Zhonghe who played with him for no reason, no one knew him well.

It is estimated that there is no outside class, and he is almost never seen outside the classroom after class.

He Zhonghe didn't say anything, the situation made him a little confused.

In fact, it's really not a big deal. It's reasonable to say that classmates and neighbors have the heart to help, but the problem is that He Zhonghe can sense the occasional subtlety between the two of them, and Yan Sheng's whole move is to touch the edge of subtlety. .

He Zhonghe is good looking and popular. Since junior high school, there have been girls or boys expressing their affection or expressing their intentions directly like Gao Yang. He Zhonghe always takes care of the other party's feelings and tries to make himself and the other party refuse without embarrassment.

It may be more tactful to refuse, but the attitude is firm.

However, Yan Sheng made him feel like he was in a hurry, and the words that came out of his mouth were blocked in his throat.

Fake Bingshan Zhen Mensao quietly expressed "I care about you more" with a deadpan expression, who can resist this.

Sometimes playing stupid can temporarily escape.

Besides, maybe it's just pretending to be passionate, there are a lot of dramas in the mind if you haven't talked about love.

So He Zhonghe patted Yansheng on the back, and said in a tone so straight that he almost vomited blood: "Thank you brother."

Yan Sheng didn't speak, but He Zhonghe felt his forehead twitch when he saw his profile.

After moving all the nests, Lao Zheng first posted the report card next to the blackboard, and then ordered them to go to self-study to alleviate the vacation syndrome.

When Lao Zheng left the classroom, as soon as the door was closed, a few students in the front row stretched their necks and stared desperately with their glasses on.

"Help me see it too!"

"Li Hao asked you to take a look for him too!"

"Who are the top ten!"

"Help me see if I lost thirty!"

There was a commotion in the classroom, and the two students closest to the report card became the report announcer.

"Fortunately, I didn't sit by the door." He Zhonghe looked at them with his face propped up.

"Don't set the flag, Lao Zheng will come to adjust the position in a while." Yan Sheng said.

When I first moved to the classroom of the third year of high school, the students were somewhat excited, and few of them were studying. They either asked about their grades or chatted around the table.

"Let me take a look at your ears." He Zhonghe turned sideways and put his elbows on the back table.

Yan Sheng tilted his head: "Why do you remember your ears?"

"As soon as I got to this scene, I remembered that I applied medicine to you before." He Zhonghe said.

I still remember when I found a small mole under my eyebrow.

He Zhonghe glanced at the mole.

The earlobe has grown back, but there is a purple scar left.It's not obvious if you don't look closely, the main thing is that there are earrings, which are just covered.

"Actually, I've always had a question." He Zhonghe frowned, "How did you get this injury?"

Yan Sheng didn't say a word, and tidied up the books on the table.

He Zhonghe suddenly realized.

What an idiot, I thought of not asking about the injury on his neck before, but now I see the injury on his ear, so why do I ask him when his mouth is bald.

"Withdraw." He Zhonghe quickly sat up straight and began to tidy up the desk.

The two were busy in silence, and the surroundings were noisy, as if they were isolated.

Suddenly, there was a feeling like when I was in the same position as Yansheng, the person next to me was so cold and arrogant, I told him ten words and he didn't bring back a single word, and he was notorious in the department, not very popular people like it.

Looking back on it this way, He Zhonghe found that the current Yansheng was a thousand miles away from the people at that time. It's quite interesting to think about it.

Just like what Guo Yao and the others said before, the joy of going deep into the Raiders.

"It was torn apart." A low voice suddenly came from the side.

He Zhonghe turned his head abruptly: "What?"

"Torn." Yan Sheng counted the notebooks in the bookend, his face expressionless, "That injury."

He Zhonghe choked for breath.

"He Zhonghe!" At this time, the bell for the end of get out of class and Lao Zheng's door opening sounded at the same time, "Come out."

However, He Zhonghe has not yet recovered from the injury of "being torn apart".

"Go." Yan Sheng brushed his arm.

After he was called away by Lao Zheng, Yan Sheng put on earplugs and opened his notebook.

It draws a villain wearing a huge earring, whose neck is twisted by one earring.

His entire earlobe had been split three times, all by being torn.

"Don't tell me you're not playing tricks." Outside the classroom, Old Zheng cut to the chase, "Tell me, how did you get the test scores."

"I took the test by hand." He Zhonghe was dumbfounded by Old Zheng's question, "I can't do it even if I want to cheat. You sent me the test by hand in the corridor. There are patrol teachers everywhere in the corridor."

Old Zheng choked for a moment, probably forgot about it.He stared at He Zhonghe in disbelief for a long time: "Have you read the results?"

"Not yet, have you been called here before get out of class is over?" He Zhonghe used to speak with Lao Zheng with a glitch.

"The total score is 691." Old Zheng ignored He Zhonghe's thorns and looked at him with a complicated expression, "Fourth."