Xueba, wake up

When He Zhonghe came in through the back door of the classroom with the wind blowing, there were only a dozen people sitting in the classroom.

It was just dawn, and the lights were on in the classroom.

Guo Yao was dozing off at the back of the book stand, when she dimly saw a blue streak appearing in front of her left, she was so surprised that she lost her doze in an instant: "Who are you?"

"A melon farmer." He Zhonghe took off his schoolbag and hung it on the side of the desk, and turned out the word shorthand.

The bell rings at 06:30 in the morning. In the past, He Zhonghe would be the last one to enter the classroom, but today he was seated before [-]:[-].

Before going out, he stood at the entrance and waited for a long time, but he didn't hear any movement from the opposite side.

Then he quickly opened and closed the door and ran for a while, taking two steps at a time.

After about two flights of stairs, he heard the sound of closing the door above, followed by the sound of locking the door.

He Zhonghe bowed his head to the word shorthand, still breathing.

I don't understand why I walked so fast just now, as if I was still losing my temper.

Yansheng came in through the front door.

He Zhonghe kept his head down and touched his neck without moving.

From the gap between the books, he saw Yansheng glanced over here, and then sat down on the seat.

He Zhonghe breathed a sigh of relief.

The fourth one in the class copied the melons, and the melons were flying all over the sky today. I can't blame Chen Wenlong for this, after all, He Zhonghe said it himself in the office yesterday.

In fact, few people believed that He Zhonghe's grades were taken by himself. If a bastard who is not slippery suddenly jumped into the top five, no one could not doubt it.

A few friends who were originally in the back row came to ask He Zhonghe mysteriously if he had the answer for the monthly exam next month.

He Zhonghe pointed to the door: "It's all kept in the secret room, steal it by yourself."

When I went to the cafeteria at noon, Shi Yujie also said: "What are you doing copying it, just break the monthly exam."

"Yeah." He Zhonghe looked for a seat with a rice bowl.The uncle in the cafeteria was a little careless in cooking, and the three purple potato balls were stuck together, two on top of each other, stacked on the rice in a wonderful shape, and they were about to fall off.

"It's not that I'm pretending to be honest, but copying this is really boring. Not only is your mother unhappy after seeing the grades, but the eyes of those who have studied well who are squeezed out by you look like they want to eat you." Shi Yujie followed him Behind him, chattering like Lao Zheng's upper body.

"Yeah." The meatballs had already split on the rice.

"Don't be so perfunctory, Tie Zi, I didn't mean to teach you..." It seemed that Shi Yujie's food was stable, and he spared a hand to pat He Zhonghe's shoulder.

The balls snapped, and two fell out.

"Jie." He Zhonghe sighed, "You also think that I cheated to find abuse for myself, right?"

"Yes... I rely on you to shake|M?" Shi Yujie said surprisingly.

"...I didn't copy it." He Zhonghe sometimes found it difficult to communicate with him.

"Then you..." Shi Yujie looked at him with his mouth open, and patted his leg after a while, "Ah! I told you about cheating for your mother!"

"What a clever mind." He Zhonghe patted Shi Yujie's head, "You can take it out and bury it."

"I didn't realize it at first glance." Shi Yujie asked, "But now Lao Zheng and everyone in the class think you are cheating, what should we do?"

"Just mix it like this." He Zhonghe mixed it with rice.

"It's so embarrassing, He." Shi Yujie frowned as he looked at him nonchalantly.

"It's only a few months, and it's fine if you don't feel frustrated in the college entrance examination." He Zhonghe smiled.

In the third year of senior high school, there is a compulsory lunch break in the school. There are dormitories for living in dormitories, and there are no dormitories for squatting in classrooms.

Du Lanzhen mentioned buying a bed before school started, but He Zhonghe insisted on taking a lunch break in the classroom.

There are three male dormitories in the class, and each dormitory has six beds. It feels very uncomfortable to live in the same room with five people of the same sex.

Last summer, Shi Yujie's dormitory had too many things to move, so He Zhonghe went there with him once.There are nine and a half out of ten boys' dormitories that have a special smell. On the balcony, several people's socks and underwear are drying together, and there are still shirtless dangling in the corridors of the dormitory.

It makes people feel uncomfortable in the den of a big man.

There are quite a few people who stay in the classroom for lunch break. Most of them read for a while and then get down and close their eyes for a few minutes before getting ready for class. It is obviously a break time, and they all seem to be preparing for war.

He Zhonghe didn't take a nap after reviewing the periodic vocabulary. He didn't have the habit of taking a lunch break before, but he didn't feel sleepy. He was bored with reading books and watching videos.

The bird posted an apology for a slow update, saying that it might take five or six months to update the video before next summer, and the comment area was full of wailing.

After accidentally discovering that Niao Ah Pu and Yan Sheng had almost identical scars at the same location, He Zhonghe observed it several times.The body shape is quite similar, but if you look closely, it seems to be different, and the bird talks a lot, although it may be needed for recording, but it is ten times or eight times more than Yan Sheng's words, especially for breaking thoughts... …

Think about what some of these are not for.

He Zhonghe felt that he might be talking a little bit after being awkward with Yansheng, but Yansheng obviously denied it, and he was still thinking about it here.

He stuffed his mobile phone into the bookend, and looked at Yansheng through a crack in the prop.

The shoulders and back are straight, and the head-to-shoulder ratio is especially good.

The hair was recently cut, a little short, but a nice looking back of the head.

How can the back of the head be good-looking or ugly?

Probably because he was too familiar with the face on the back of his head.

Are you familiar?It doesn't seem long...

started again.

He Zhonghe straightened up abruptly, and scratched his hair.

During the biweekly sports festival, almost no one attended seriously, except for a few free-spirited people who took the opportunity to sneak to the back door to order takeaways. Almost everyone was holding various brochures, and ran to the stands to endorse them as soon as they disbanded.

Under the watchful eyes of all the students anxiously asking "Why are you still not disbanding", the physical education teacher blew his whistle.

There are few boys in the liberal arts class, less than [-] people just fit in the last row, and it hurts the eardrums to stand so far behind.

"Let me tell you, those who are studying, put away the books first." The physical education teacher said loudly, "The autumn sports meeting at the beginning of next month, this is the last sports meeting of your high school career."

It was quite quiet in the team, and the sun was very strong in the afternoon, making people's backs hot from the sun.

"It's the last time." The physical education teacher repeated, "The events are still those events. Boys must make up the number to participate, and girls should try their best to be active."

He Zhonghe dozed off from the sun, and leaned closer to Shi Yujie, using his big head that didn't turn around very much to cover himself from the sun.

Since he was a child, the sports meeting has nothing to do with him. Du Lanzhen absolutely does not allow him to participate in competitive and strenuous sports, and the school does not dare, for fear of taking responsibility for something wrong.

He Zhonghe himself was happy to be excluded, he didn't bother to deal with those things, every time he would sneak out to play or sit on the stands, chew popsicles and play games, it would be so comfortable.

"Report to you?" Shi Yujie tilted his neck and bumped his head with his head, "This is the last time."

"It's boring if you don't report it." He Zhonghe said.

"You are so cold-blooded, you don't want to keep any memories." Shi Yujie curled his lips, "It feels great that the whole class is cheering for you. As soon as we pass by our class, everyone is shouting for cheers, and I almost cry every time Sprinkle the stadium."

"Pretentious." He Zhonghe smiled.

In fact, he was also slightly moved by the scene where one person participated in the whole class and helped the whole class, but he never tried it.

Sometimes I don't want to break the status quo. Once the head of not touching this matter rises, it will be difficult to participate in the later stage.

It's the last time.Watch the last sports meeting with these people again.

Is there really nothing left?

He Zhonghe looked at the physical education teacher standing on the steps struggling to mobilize.

In fact, this habit of "not participating in the sports meeting" is not a circle drawn by his mother for him, is it not one of the obstacles to "flying out" that he thought about last semester.

The registration form was passed here, Shi Yujie reported himself a football jump and basketball, and walked out of the team with the form to give to the teacher.

"Wait." He Zhonghe grabbed him and hesitated for a second, "See what items are left?"

Shi Yujie glanced at him in surprise, and flipped through the registration form: "One thousand and five, one shooting... and one kicking shuttlecock."

The two looked at each other.

"I'm really not good at basketball." He Zhonghe said, "Kicking shuttlecock is even worse. My hips are very stiff. When I was young, every time I jumped, my neck twisted and my butt twisted like a vegetative state."

"Farewell." Shi Yujie put away the application form, "Don't apply, who said that the last time, there is still a chance to go to college..."

"Fill in." He Zhonghe grabbed his arm without moving.

"……real?"

"real."

Shi Yujie sighed, picked up a ballpoint pen and filled in He Zhonghe's name in the column of "Men's 500-meter long-distance race".

"Have you finished the next pass?" The physical education teacher yelled after he didn't see the registration form handed in, and the students all turned their heads to look here.

Shi Yujie raised an eyebrow at He Zhonghe.

"Hand it over." He Zhonghe pushed him.

In the second half of the physical education class, it became a game of playing, learning and learning, chatting and chatting.

He Zhonghe didn't occupy any of them, he slipped to the supermarket by himself.

The teachers in the inspection team work in shifts, arresting people on campus almost all day long, and the supermarket is also a restricted area for students during class.

He Zhonghe was not very afraid of this, he would be arrested at worst, and the more he was afraid of this thing, the easier it was to run into.

Staggering into the supermarket without a school uniform, he first bought sugar-free Coke for himself and Shi Yujie, and then bought a few more bottles of soda with other flavors, stocking them up or going back to share.

When he was idle and bored picking out drinks, He Zhonghe found that ordinary cola was a little lighter in color than sugar-free cola.

It was a boring discovery, but he suddenly remembered that Guo Yao told him that she had seen a boy confess his love to a girl, write on the body of a Coke bottle with a black marker, and then gave it to the girl, and the girl could see the words after drinking the bottle.

At that moment, He Zhonghe snorted, what a naive and silly way to express his love, how can you just give a rose or something to a girl to express his love?

Guo Yao said that he is a straight man, and he doesn't understand the feeling of being young.

He Zhonghe was puzzled for a long time. First of all, he is definitely not a straight man. Secondly, the words written in black pen can be seen from the body of the bottle.

But at this moment, he found that it might be feasible to use zero-degree Coke.

In a flash of inspiration, a small light bulb popped out of his head like a cartoon.

He Zhonghe bought a few bottles of Zero Degree and went straight to the stationery store.

"What's the fuss?" Shi Yujie saw He Zhonghe sitting on his seat as soon as he returned to the classroom, struggling to hold a bottle of Coke, and fiddled with the light.

"Can you see it?" He Zhonghe put on the cap of the marker pen, blew on the bottle twice, and held it up to Shi Yujie's face.

"What do you see..." Shi Yujie squinted his eyes for a long time, "Damn it, you are not soiled!"

"Even if it's the dirt, I'm the Tuku style." He Zhonghe got up proudly.

"No, who are you for?" Shi Yujie looked at him inexplicably, "You have spring?!"

He Zhonghe ignored him, and while the good students in the front row were still studying selflessly in the playground and did not return to the classroom, he quickly ran over and put the Coke on Yansheng's desk.