Xueba, wake up

There is no air-conditioning in the classroom on the third floor of the high school. After physical education class, we can only turn on the old ceiling fan to dissipate heat. Fortunately, the location is near the window, which is more breathable.

Yansheng sat down and put down the real questions to explain in detail.

There is a bottle of Coke on the table, and I can figure out who put it here with a strand of hair.

Yan Sheng picked up the Coke and turned his head to look back.

There is a little blue on the top of the bookend, still.

He smiled, turned his head away, and looked at the bottle in his hand.

How old is it and still play this set.

Yan Sheng turned the Coke bottle to the window and squinted his eyes.

Before I saw half of it, I was already laughing out loud.

"Well, I'll come in." The deskmate standing in the corridor looked at Yan Sheng in amazement and smiled dazedly at the bottle of Coke, and whispered.

Bad thing, the human design collapsed.

Yan Sheng cleared his throat, stood up to let her in, and still couldn't stop laughing.

The new tablemate has never heard Yan Sheng say more than three words since sitting here in meditation, let alone laughing, and now he is laughing stupidly.

"What? Let me see." She looked at Yan Sheng, infected by the silly joy, and leaned over to talk to him.

"A local bottle of very funny Coke." Yan Sheng finally stopped laughing and touched his chin.

"Maybe the moment you get the monthly test results, you realize that you should work hard, and if you don't work hard, you will really be over." Old Zheng spent half of the four 10-minute math class filling the students with chicken soup, "I am responsible here. Let me tell you on behalf of all the teachers in the class, it is not too late to work hard, there are still more than 250 days before the college entrance examination, and there is still a chance to turn the tide of the battle!"

"A student I took before had a score in the early [-]s at the beginning of the first round, and already scored [-] in the third round of the unified exam—" Lao Zheng said excitedly, and smashed the stylus on the podium, and the battery It broke out and flew onto Yansheng's table.

Yan Sheng didn't listen to his impassioned words, and was just looking down at the questions, he threw the battery back to Lao Zheng.

Old Zheng caught the battery, paused and continued: "So seize the last few months of the crisis and fight hard! Think about where you will be at this time next year!"

"Besides, don't play tricks, you're already in the third year of high school," Old Zheng glanced at He Zhonghe, "There are still some students who cheated, don't even think about it, are those scores yours? Do you feel ashamed?"

This old man is very good at saying such harsh words to make people uncomfortable, He Zhonghe lowered his head and snorted.

Old Zheng must have heard it, he paused for a while and ignored him, probably thinking that the student was hopeless, so he continued to pour chicken soup into the room of senior high school students.

He Zhonghe hasn't caused any major troubles now, the main reason is that there are only two classrooms on the first floor, and the corridor is dark and cramped, and whoever has nothing to do still runs out every day.

The third floor is even more depressing than his previous investigations. The south building is full of small classes and experimental classes. There are less than ten liberal arts classes and science classes in total. If you want to find someone to play outside the class, you have to go to the glass bridge. It's like the Great Leap of the Century, and the bridge entrances are generally locked.

Not only him, but those mischievous people in the back row of the class have also stopped fighting with Old Zheng now.Various questions and various extracurricular materials were slowly piled up on the desks one by one. Those who were addicted to makeup no longer went to class, and teenagers who were addicted to the Internet stopped carrying their mobile phones.

The third year of high school is indeed different from before.

Nervous, nervous everywhere, everyone cheered up, and didn't want to lose the chain at the last moment.

Who can fly high, who can fly far, just look at these few months.

There is no class schedule for the last class of evening self-study. According to the tradition of senior one and senior two, there are teachers on duty for the three evening self-study sessions. When it is the turn to study a subject, the teacher will assign homework or give a lecture.

But now there is more time for self-study in the third year of high school. In the first two sessions, a teacher usually comes to hand out test papers and quizzes, and the last session is changed to free self-study. No one cares about what you want to learn.

He Zhonghe lay on the table pondering multiple-choice questions about history. It was too metaphysical to do this thing, and he didn't get the hang of it after studying two special subjects.

Twelve questions, sometimes all of them are right, sometimes half of them are wrong.

And it takes a lot of time to think about it, and there is no work to do, and the school bell is ringing, so I only read the two sets of questions.

He Zhonghe threw the pen into the pen holder, swallowed a mint, and packed a few test papers in his schoolbag that he was going to stay up late at home to do.

That idiot Chen Wenlong didn't provoke him anymore, except for passing the cheating melon to the whole class to eat once, so far he was quite honest, and left through the back door as soon as school was over.He Zhonghe didn't bother to break up with him, treating him as a man of air.

He Zhonghe waited until the mints in his mouth were completely melted before throwing the bag over his shoulder, got up and hooked the stool under the table.

The monitor was the only one left in the classroom, and He Zhonghe sat on the desk with his bag on his back, waiting for her to pack up and get up before going out.

The squad leader kept his head down while studying just now and didn't notice him. He was shocked when he found someone else in the room.

"I'll turn off the light." He Zhonghe walked slowly with three steps, and raised his chin towards the classroom door.

The squad leader glanced at him, nodded without saying a word, and walked away with the book in his arms.

He Zhonghe went to the door and turned off the light a little amusedly. Is he so unfriendly to honest students? The monitor looks like he saw a thief.

Turn off the lights and lock the locks, and the corridor is dark.

I had a unilateral quarrel with Yan Sheng, and he deliberately avoided bumping into him when he came home from school, for fear of embarrassment.

It's a good one to go out early and return late.

In fact, how embarrassing it can be, even giving him that silly | forced Coke...

He Zhonghe is a little regretful now, regretting that he will be the last one to leave next night's self-study.

Because it's so fucking dark in the hallway.

It was very long, there was no one there, and the lights were almost all off, except for one light at the very end.

There was an indistinct sound of walking behind him, but when he looked back, there was no one there.

He Zhonghe's scalp felt a little numb, and his back felt cool.

"Fuck." He took out his phone and turned on the flashlight.

In fact, the flashlight just had the opposite effect in such a completely dark environment. You can see clearly after a while after adapting to the darkness. Something that suddenly appeared.

Hair stood on end.

He Zhonghe gritted his teeth and walked forward. During the day, he didn't realize how long the corridor was.

There was a corner on the other side of the corridor, and the classrooms on the lower floor were finally lit, but it was still eerily quiet.

He Zhonghe turned off the flashlight, and raised his hand to touch the light switch.There is no response after clicking a few times, it is bad.

Just as he was trying to turn on the flashlight again, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

"Fuck me!!!" He Zhonghe's phone almost flew out, and his voice was broken.

"It's me, it's me, it's me." The person who patted him quickly patted his shoulder several times, and then patted him on his back.

Human voices are especially pleasant in this very hellish corridor, especially those of acquaintances.

"Frightened?" The man "tsk", "I forgot, I should call you first."

"Get up." He Zhonghe was still in shock, and pulled his hands off his body, "What are you doing squatting here at night?"

"Guess." Yan Sheng lowered his hands and smiled.

"I guess you have too much time to do." He Zhonghe glared at him.

"Well, I'm too idle to wait for you here." Yan Sheng said in a calm tone.

He Zhonghe was stunned.

In the darkness, Yan Sheng suddenly took a step forward, and slowly raised his hand towards his head.

It was very close, almost face to face, and He Zhonghe could even feel his breath.

He was already terrified, but now He Zhonghe froze.

What is this for?

Haven't reconciled yet, wouldn't it be a wall-dong or a kiss or something? !

There was a "pop" in my ear, and the corridor lights above my head turned on.Yan Sheng lowered his arms, stepped back a little to increase the distance: "The one you pressed just now is downstairs."

"Oh." He Zhonghe quickly moved aside, feeling a little hot on his face.

The two kept a distance of half a meter, and went downstairs side by side to the family courtyard.

The students are almost gone, and there are not many people on the campus at this moment, and there is no one who can meet to say hello and chat.

The current situation is neither embarrassing nor embarrassing, but still a little awkward.

He Zhonghe quietly glanced at Yansheng, and wanted to say something several times, but couldn't organize the words.

"Hey." Walking to the bicycle shed behind the building, Yan Sheng suddenly broke the silence, "I encountered a very interesting thing today."

"What?" He Zhonghe moved closer to him.

The distance between the two naturally returned to the usual walking state.

"That's right, someone gave me a bottle of Coke."

When He Zhonghe saw the streetlight, the corners of Yansheng's mouth curled up.

"Shut up!" He Zhonghe quickly grabbed his arm, "Say another word and I'll throw you into the sewer."

"Then, I found out that this coke is unusual, there seems to be words on the bottle." Yan Sheng said unhurriedly, "Chi Chi" laughed, and tried to hold back.

This is fucking sick!Who would say something like this stupid | forceful thing!

"That word, it's not very pretty, but you can see what it is, I'll read it to you..." Yan Sheng turned his hand back and pulled out the bottle from the side pocket of his backpack like magic, clearing his throat.

He Zhonghe became anxious, grabbed his arm with one hand, and stretched out to snatch the bottle with the other.

Yan Sheng couldn't help laughing, and while hiding, he held the bottle high and read a few words intermittently.

One didn't pay attention, and He Zhonghe grabbed the bottle.Yan Sheng dodged back quickly, and with all his strength, the two of them became entangled, causing He Zhonghe to lose his balance, and threw him on him all at once.

There was a moment of confusion, when He Zhonghe held his eyebrows and stood still, he found that Yansheng was thrown against the wall, and he was squeezed against him in a distorted and unbalanced posture.

Just now, they were panting heavily during the fuss over grabbing the bottle. He Zhonghe was in a strange posture in order to stabilize his center of gravity. There was He Zhonghe's hand between the two of them.

They are completely attached together, and the sound of breathing is very clear.

You can also smell the faint scent of aloe shower gel on Yansheng's body.

The world is quiet.

A few students who came to park not far away glanced at this side and then hurried away.

"Get up." After a long silence, Yan Sheng raised his hand and patted him, "My chest hurts from my hand."

The sound came almost close to the ear.

This is direct bone conduction.

He Zhonghe quickly supported the wall and stood up, watching Yansheng leaning against the wall to arrange the clothes deformed by him.

"I haven't finished reading yet," Yan Sheng saw that he was in a trance, stopped thumping, and continued to read, hooking the corners of his mouth like a normal person, "Once upon a time, there was a fish that told the turtle, let's eat oysters."

He Zhonghe looked desperately at him leaning against the wall, full of emotion, and simply gave up struggling.

"The tortoise said," Yan Sheng glanced at him and began to laugh, his whole body trembling from the laughter, "the oysters have been squeezed into juice, so the fish said, let's drink the oysters hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Seeing him squatting on the ground laughing, He Zhonghe rushed over and rubbed his head wildly, shouting loudly while rubbing: "The wall of the mental hospital has fallen—"

"Too stupid|forced." Yan Sheng laughed so hard, "He Zhonghe, you are so stupid|forced."

"Brother, please let me go, stop laughing, I know I was wrong, I am a fool, a peerless fool." He Zhonghe wailed while laughing.

The two huddled together and staggered, laughing for a full 3 minutes.

"Your face is stiff." After entering the family courtyard, the two walked along the flower bed, Yan Sheng turned his head and said to He Zhonghe, "Give me a pinch."

"I'll fucking crush you to death." He Zhonghe pinched his face and pulled it hard.

"Great, the pain nerves are still there, no numbness from laughing." Yan Sheng covered his cheeks.

"It would be great if you could format with one click." He Zhonghe really wanted to find a place to drill, "Please forget this embarrassing memory."

"That won't work." Yan Sheng said, "I've already learned it by heart, and I will keep it in my heart."

"Fuck." He Zhonghe smiled bleakly.

"Actually, it's not that stupid." Yan Sheng glanced at him, raised his hand to scratch his hair, "It makes people feel... quite cute, you know."

The energetic grandpas and aunts are all scattered in every corner of the community, listening to opera, playing chess and playing erhu, and the surrounding area is quite noisy.

"Huh?" The old man sitting by the flower bed played the radio very loudly, and He Zhonghe couldn't hear it clearly.

"I said I feel pretty cute." Yan Sheng looked at him.