Xueba, wake up

In the morning, He Zhonghe was awakened by the rumbling sound outside the door. He kicked off the quilt, took out his cell phone from under the pillow, and checked the time. It was almost nine o'clock.

last night……

Hold.

He Zhonghe quickly pulled back the quilt and covered it from head to toe.

Yesterday was a very magical day with a lot of information, it was like acting in The Adventures of Xiaohe.

First, I went to the supermarket and met Yansheng's father and had a fight. Then I heard Yansheng talk about his experiences and circumstances, and finally got drunk and was kissed by him.

It's all fucking out of the plan!

When the bedroom door was pushed open, Yan Sheng was sitting at the bar with a 4000-word syllabus, and the soymilk machine beside him was beeping loudly.

Yan Sheng pointed to a pile of deep-fried dough stick stuffed pie steamed with bean brains spread on the dining table.

He Zhonghe brushed his disheveled hair back, walked over and took a look: "Are you okay, you bought so much and you still need soy milk."

"What?" The soymilk machine was so loud that Yansheng couldn't hear it clearly.

"Let me tell you, what are you still drinking soy milk for?" Just after waking up with a hoarse voice, He Zhonghe yelled a sentence and broke three notes.

"Those who don't know think that pigs are slaughtered here." Yan Sheng turned off the soymilk machine, "After turning it around, it's full of salty bean brains and salty bean juice, I can't drink it."

He Zhonghe's ears were liberated, and he walked into the bathroom and brushed his teeth while asking, "What time did you wake up?"

"05:30." Yan Sheng said, "went to the playground for a couple of laps, bought some food by the way, and then read the key points of the [-] words, isn't it very positive."

He Zhonghe went back and spit out toothpaste foam, then poked his head out again: "How can you memorize three hundred words in one morning?"

"Look at it or not memorize it." Yan Sheng skimmed off the foam from the soy milk and poured two cups, one of which was added with two spoons of sugar, "Suppose there are 30 words that need to be memorized within a month, and you must memorize one new word every day and remember it firmly." , or read these thirty words every day for a month and remember them?"

"Understood." He Zhonghe suddenly realized, "The importance of consolidation."

"Yes." Yan Sheng said, "Also, there is almost no need to write words in English for the college entrance examination except for the composition. It is enough to know the words in the syllabus, and you don't need to be able to spell."

I had a secret kiss last night, and as soon as I woke up, I started discussing study methods here.

After He Zhonghe cleaned up, he walked to the dining table and sat down, took a sip of soy milk from his cup and almost spat it out: "What the hell is this!"

"That's mine." Yan Sheng took the cup from his hand and pushed another cup to him.

"I won't kill you." He Zhonghe frowned.

Yansheng probably bought it from several breakfast shops. The stuffed pie is delicious. There is no onion or fat in the sauced meat, and the pie skin is not greasy.

"Which store did you buy it from?" He Zhonghe asked, "Why haven't I eaten it before?"

"Old Zheng's wife sold it." Yan Sheng said.

"...Ms.'s wife runs a breakfast stall?" He Zhonghe was shocked, "Isn't she the principal of the Sunshine Kindergarten next to her?"

"The director of the garden can also have a part-time job." Yan Sheng smiled, "I was shocked when I first found out, she changed a kitchen in the basement of her home, and she sells it there, every Monday to Friday before six o'clock can buy."

"Old Zheng wants to save face so much that the old man doesn't stop him. At least he's the director of the garden. It's a bit of a waste to make this, and their family doesn't lack the money." He Zhonghe looked at the stuffed pie made by his teacher in front of him. .

"It's nothing to blame. It's not shameful to eat with your hands." Yan Sheng took a sip of soy milk.

While eating breakfast and chatting, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Since moving here, almost no one has come to the family, let alone come to visit without saying hello in advance.

The room was silent for a second, He Zhonghe wiped his mouth with a tissue, got up and went to open the door.

Check|water|meter, repair natural gas, repair water pipes, no matter who comes to him, he has a guilty conscience of "there is a man hiding in the house".

However, the person outside the door was neither a water meter checker nor a natural gas repairer. A girl in her twenties stood at the door, nodded and smiled at He Zhonghe, and then hesitated after a few words of greeting: "I'm sorry to bother you. I just want to ask...has anything been let go of your door in the past few days?"

"Things?" He Zhonghe was taken aback, he really didn't pay attention to this.

"That's right..." The girl brushed her hair back and frowned, "Since last week, a dead mouse will appear in front of my house every three to five times, not only in my house, but also at the door opposite me and the door of the neighbor downstairs."

He Zhonghe was stunned for a moment. It is impossible for a mouse to pick someone's door to die. Someone must have released it on purpose.

"It was even worse today. My roommate and I went out to throw out the trash in the morning, and when we opened the door, we saw a dead cat," the girl said.

"I have to tell the property manager about it. Something is wrong." He Zhonghe thought about it for a while, and he really didn't find anything strange at the door of his house.

"I've called the property management, but there's nothing there..." The girl kept frowning, her face was not very good, and she could see that she was very scared, "Excuse me, I'll go back and take a look, maybe it's just a coincidence. "

"Have you cleaned it up? I'll help with it." He Zhonghe glanced upstairs.

"Someone has already cleaned it up." The girl forced a smile, "Thank you, sorry for the trouble."

"Come in and sit for a while." He Zhonghe said politely.

"No, no." The girl waved her hand and walked to the opposite door.

"There's no one at that house." He Zhonghe paused, "He's just visiting my house. His house... probably didn't have that thing either."

"Ah." The girl was stunned for a moment, and went downstairs, "I'll ask someone else."

After closing the door, He Zhonghe opened the peephole and looked out.

"What's wrong?" Yan Sheng asked from the dining table.

"There is a neighbor on the sixth floor. It seems to be the house shared by several kindergarten teachers." He Zhonghe washed his hands and walked over to sit down. "It is said that dead mice and cats were released at the door of her house, and the surrounding houses were also let go."

"Have you checked the monitoring?" Yan Sheng asked.

"The property management doesn't care about this at all." He Zhonghe put his arms on the back of the chair and raised his head. "It's not a big deal. It might be a prank by elementary school students, but it's quite scary when you think about it. It was released from the sixth floor. The unlucky one should be in our unit building."

"I got up early, I'll pay more attention these days." Yan Sheng nodded.

The October [-]st holiday is still very pleasant, there is no need to go to cram school, no one will take care of Du Lanzhen when he is not at home, and he can hang out with Yansheng these few days.

Originally planned to go to the beach with Shi Yujie for a barbecue on the second day of the holiday, He Zhonghe decisively gave it up.

On the phone, Shi Yujie howled louder than turning on the speakerphone: "He Zhonghe, you are shameless! You married a wife and forgot your mother!"

"I'm thinking that both ends of the metaphor are inappropriate." He Zhonghe said with a smile, "I'll make up for it next week."

In fact, it was quite interesting to go to Ocean Park with Shi Yujie and then go to the next playground and then have a meal and eat skewers, but with Yansheng, we can only study together in a very serious way.

Sitting next to Yan Sheng, scrambling with math problems, He Zhonghe himself couldn't understand what he was thinking.

Very tangled, very at a loss, but also... looking forward to it.

It's a bit shameless to say it, but he just has the expectation of "I see what you dare to do next after you kissed the forehead".

Yan Sheng was interested in him, he knew that.

But I'm not sure the extent of this meaning, whether it's "Hey, you look good, I'll take advantage of it and kiss you" or something else that can be called good impression, or liking.

After all, he has not seen many of his kind since he was a child, and most of them are the ones with countless "social" software in their mobile phones, and they are the ones who are ready to shoot when they see each other, such as Gao Yang.

But not to mention whether he likes something or not, that kiss has already made his mind full of this when eating, sleeping and studying.

Lao Zheng, your class is the first to kiss me.

Guo Yao, Zhang Nan, your class grass kiss me.

Is this suitable? This!

From the corner of his eyes, Yan Sheng saw that He Zhonghe hadn't moved a question for more than ten minutes, so he reached out his pen and tapped on his paper.

He Zhonghe was taken aback: "Huh?"

"How many pictures are there?" Yan Sheng capped his pen and stretched.

"I'll count...five, fuck." He Zhonghe also threw his pen and lay down on the table.

"The holidays are just the tip of the tail, and you still haven't written half of it." Yan Sheng said, "It's very efficient."

"Please do me a favor so you don't run on me." He Zhonghe felt his hands stiff and his neck sore, and his buttocks hurt from sitting for a long time, and he didn't finish a few words, a little discouraged, "The college entrance examination will be tomorrow, I can't make it any longer. "

"However, the exam will be held tomorrow." After Yan Sheng stretched his waist, he casually put his hand on He Zhonghe's neck and pinched him, "Do you still have any plans to kill me this time?"

The sore cervical spine was massaged, and he felt that Yan Sheng was like an angel at the moment: "Hiss... a little to the left, right there, it's really sore, ah..."

Yan Sheng paused his hand: "Don't make strange noises."

"It's gone. I've never entered the top section. I don't know that the scores of each ranking in the top few are so different." He Zhonghe quickly changed the subject, paused, and suddenly looked up. Looking at Yan Sheng, "Did you hear what the people in the class said, I... the last exam."

He almost forgot about it. In He Zhonghe's impression, Xueba hated those who plagiarized his superiors the most, although he did not pose a threat to Yan Sheng's ranking.

"Your tablemate is short of posting big-character | newspapers, how could I not have heard of it." Yan Sheng pushed him down, and then squeezed, "I know you didn't copy."

"Damn." He Zhonghe sniffled emotionally, "Even Shi Yujie thought it was true."

"That's because he was lying in the hospital for the whole summer vacation. He didn't see how you were in the cram school. We worked hard, okay?" Yan Sheng said slowly.

His teachers and classmates thought he was cheating, and he was not pleasing to his mother. This is the first time he has been affirmed since he "became a good man".

"I like your boasting so much." He Zhonghe smacked his tongue and closed his eyes happily, "Don't stop, praise me a few more times."

"Student He, work hard," Yan Sheng said, "I listened very carefully to the three subjects of literature, comprehensiveness and mathematics. Although the handwriting is not very good-looking, the small notes are very neat. It's just that Chinese and English classes like to practice secretly. Cursive fonts, although they won’t be used in the college entrance examination, they are really pretty, whether they are round or italic…”

"Round body." He Zhonghe stared at him, eyes wide open, "Are you writing He Zhonghe's observation diary in class?"