Xueba, wake up

1、0、0.5、0.99、0.4,为爱做1为爱做0为爱忽上忽下的，各种各样什么情况的都有，这个稍微了解点儿的都知道。

He Zhonghe was curious when he first realized his natural bend in junior high school, and peeked at gay forums, and there were all sorts of strange things.There were quite a few people who saw each other right, and they asked each other in the comment area, and they collided, and it was useless.

Of course, most of this kind of situation that breaks up at once is for the sake of dating.

At that time, He Zhonghe didn't understand this, he just liked it, no matter what the model is, finding a partner is not a screw to find a nut, nothing is more important than feelings.

He has maintained this concept until the third year of high school, and he didn't think about the model when he was sticking with Yansheng.

The relationship between the two men is quite marginal, and it is not easy to really like each other, why are they so clear.

If you really have to divide them up and down, then just rely on your feelings, and whoever is more 1st will be 1st. Isn't it time to fight the bayonet.

...Although it is still a bit early to think about it.

He Zhonghe was a little irritable and panicked, lying on the bed and turning over.

After telling Yansheng about the model number during the day, he didn't have much reaction, so let's just let this matter go, because he doesn't study or sleep in the middle of the night and thinks a lot.

I couldn't sleep, and the more I thought about it, the more energetic I became, especially after thinking about what I shouldn't have made up, my face was hot and I smiled like a fool, my face was a little sore.

He pulled the blanket over his head.

The two-day sports carnival passed by in the blink of an eye. Although the high school seniors resisted the tense round of 1 revisions, they still obediently put on their school uniforms. The sports meeting of the first and second grades.

The rankings were announced and the certificates were issued the day after the sports meeting. Lao Zheng was making up progress in the next class, and the class leader went directly to the sports department to get the certificates and prizes for him.

When an orange certificate and a box suddenly appeared on the top of the book stand, He Zhonghe was sipping a glass of mint water and choked.

When coughing and picking up the certificate, Yan Sheng also put down his pen and moved over, both of them were amazed at the same time.

"I'm the third runner-up." He Zhonghe shook the award certificate, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, and took a look at the box again. He said with a variety of body fat, "This year's classmate is not very good."

"Aren't you particularly resistant to a little achievement?" Yan Sheng knocked on the box in his hand, "This is what you ran with your own legs, and you should be the third runner-up."

"Don't tell me," He Zhonghe actually thought about it seriously, "I feel guilty every time I achieve something like this, and I'm a little... shy?"

Yan Sheng looked at him with a gloomy expression, and smiled, "Are you still shy?"

"That's right, can you tell that I'm fucking shy?" He Zhonghe gave him a faceless look.

That can often be seen by people, such as when Yan Sheng said something or did something.

"This scale is good enough to use. Sponsors have come and drawn a lot of banners. Here are the prizes." He Zhonghe put the scale next to the leg of the table, and carefully examined it with the orange certificate.

These certificates are very cheap, the kind that will fall off the golden tinfoil at the touch of a finger, nine yuan and ninety-nine stacks, and now every elementary school student and junior high school student has one at the end of the semester, it seems that there is no gold content.

He Zhonghe was never a worry-free child since he was a child. When he first entered elementary school, Du Lanzhen packed out a utility room for him to store awards and trophies. As a result, he didn't get many awards. There are quite a few books written.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with children.At the end of the term, when the certificates were issued, He Zhonghe was also envious of the little girl who received a stack of certificates. In order to make Du Lanzhen happy, he snatched the little girl's certificates.

It's not that he never thought about being an honest child, obeying discipline, studying hard, and winning glory for Du Lanzhen, but he is by nature | loves to play, and can do everything half-heartedly.

In primary and junior high school, Du Lanzhen often thought that he was playful and didn't study. When he entered high school, he didn't know what happened, but now he had the mentality that he couldn't let go.Let him go, let him live every day in the key high school like a vacation.

So when holding this certificate, He Zhonghe felt very fresh, as if it made up for the missing awards when he was a child.

"Hey," He Zhonghe touched Yansheng emotionally, "You must have won a lot of awards when you were young, right?"

Yan Sheng leaned against the back table and thought for a while: "Almost none."

That doesn't fit his current status as a top student. He Zhonghe has the impression that a top student has always had the halo of "other people's child" since he was born.

He suddenly remembered the previous rumors in the department that Yan Sheng was Yuan Bad's secondary school student.

I haven't listened to it for a long time recently, because he is by Yansheng's side every day, and of course there is something that cannot be heard from him.

He Zhonghe himself is a bigot, even when he was at odds with Yansheng, he didn't care about these words.

"Did you offend anyone outside?" He Zhonghe put down the certificate, picked up the cup, walked to the water dispenser, took a cup of warm water, and made another cup when he came back. Drinking cold mint water is too uncomfortable these days.

Yan Sheng actually understood his very jumping words: "It's not all fake."

He Zhonghe paused for a moment while pinching the mint leaves: "Huh?"

"Did you hear that I was in?" Yan Sheng whispered, "Detention center, two months."

The mint leaves fell to the ground.

"You're kidding me," He Zhonghe looked at him, leaned over to lower his voice, and spilled a little water from his cup, "You're wild, you, I wonder if there's a reason for the one who was more skilled than the master lockpicker yesterday?"

Yan Sheng burst out laughing: "What are you thinking, how do you think I can get in."

"I think you're teasing me." He Zhonghe said seriously.

Yan Sheng took the cup and mint from him, smashed a few pieces in and put them back on the table for him: "When I was in elementary school, I once protected my mother and hit Yan Deqiang with a porcelain bottle. He sewed three layers, Concussion, come back and send me directly to the police station."

The father who was addicted to domestic violence was sent to the police.

He Zhonghe really didn't expect this, it's too outrageous, his father should be pried open to see if there is a word "stupid | forceful" in his head.

It's get out of class time now, there are people coming and going around, and the monitor is still frowning impatiently handing out certificates everywhere.

"Let's not talk about it," Yan Sheng looked relaxed, and he pointed to the table, "Put it away, and it will be trampled on the ground in a while."

He Zhonghe suddenly realized why Yansheng had hardly won any awards when he was a child.

The same childhood without small awards, one is that the parents are so used to playing that they don’t do any serious work, and the other is that there is no need to compete for awards, and no one in the family expects him well.

No matter how good he is, he cannot be affirmed by his parents. Since he was a child, his family has given him only shadow and pressure.

In fact, it is quite a miracle that Yan Sheng is a normal person. It is hard to imagine a child, helpless, who is a little bit cold in the endless quarrels and violence of his family, pulls himself away, and slowly flies away. .

The class bell rang, half of the papers for this English lecture were finished, and He Zhonghe was still looking at him with his head propped up.

Then he took out the folder from the hole in the table and took out a B5 paper, and started to scratch it.

Yansheng listened to the class for a while, and from the corner of his eye, he saw that he didn't look up and didn't follow the page, so he tapped his desk with the tip of his pen: "Listen to the class."

He Zhonghe ignored him, lowered his head with his arms clasped, not knowing what he was doing there.

It wasn't until the English teacher walked out of the classroom after class that he straightened up and slapped the paper on Yansheng's desk.

"There are only six colors for the highlighter, so let's just go with it and use colored pencils next time."

Yan Sheng was stunned.

The red, orange, yellow, and green highlighter on the paper is crookedly painted. At first glance, it can be seen that it is a certificate of merit.

There are also words. "What is this writing... Yan Sheng was named the best Xiaoyue... My friend, I am sending this letter to encourage you." Yan Sheng held the paper closer and far away like a presbyopia, and it was very difficult to distinguish what he was like. Horribly ugly words.

He Zhonghe raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

After Yan Sheng finished reading, he looked at the certificate for a while, the back of which was soaked in highlighter ink, then silently pulled out the hole puncher from the bookend, punched two holes, and put it in the loose-leaf book, which was still the title page.

After putting the notebook into the table hole, he flicked He Zhonghe's forehead: "Are you in the elementary class or the middle class this year?"

"It's time for the top class." He Zhonghe covered his forehead, "Don't forget to take out that book when Lao Zheng collects it some other day."

"No," Yan Sheng spread his hands, "I'm the best kid, why can't I show him."

"Fuck." This action coupled with these words seemed mentally handicapped, He Zhonghe laughed until his stomach ached, "Are you in the small class?"

"I'm also in the big class." Yan Sheng said, "Can the big class sit at the same table as the small class? How did your teacher teach you?"

"Hey, don't set the flag," He Zhonghe patted him with a smile, "Don't wait a while, when your Teacher Zheng comes, let us stay in the big class and transfer to the small class."

"It's so rare for you to be at the same table?" Yan Sheng gave a "tsk".

"After all, he is the best kid." He Zhonghe said.

In the office diagonally opposite the classroom, the small sun and the humidifier are both on.

"The small class screened another group of people, and Mr. Li is still the best." Lao Zheng squinted and took a sip of tea. He took his broken tea set full of tea stains with him wherever he moved.

Teacher Qin sat in front of the computer opposite him, and also saw the news from the class teacher group, she smiled: "Next semester, I will inevitably be forced to dial in from our experimental class."

"I don't want to let go of the one in my class," Old Zheng sighed, and lowered his voice, "The pointed ones are in Teacher Li's hands. The school won't give us a chance to take them."

"The rhythm of the small class is definitely suitable for them." Teacher Qin didn't care much about this, "It depends on whether he wants to go or not."

"That's enough. It's only in the past two days that I discovered that this kid has a lot of personality." Lao Zheng stood up and strolled sadly holding a sand pot.