Xueba, wake up

This is my object.

Guo Yao's eyeballs were about to fly out, looking at the faces of the four people in front of her like a kaleidoscope.

"I knew my radar didn't fail." Zhang Nan pushed up his glasses, with a smug and gratified smile on his lips.

There was a big oolong in front of people, Guo Yao was extremely embarrassed.

"Let's go, don't be in a daze." He Zhonghe shook the schoolbag on his shoulders, and walked towards the stairs with a small bookcase and a suitcase full of books.

Yan Sheng touched He Zhonghe's hand, and took the suitcase from him.

The two left their backs for them.

Shi Yujie squinted his eyes at Guo Yao and Zhang Nan, and spread his hands innocently, I just found out.

The three followed.

Going down to the third floor in silence, Shi Yujie walked over and put his arms around He Zhonghe's neck to slow him down, and lowered his voice: "You are a real dog! Don't tell me about such a big deal! Don't treat me as a brother, right?"

"I didn't tell you, the three of you were the first to know." He Zhonghe looked at Yan Sheng who was walking ahead.

"When did it happen?" Shi Yujie shook his neck vigorously, gritted his teeth for a long time and squeezed out, "You should think about it, this is the third year of high school!"

"What a high awareness." He Zhonghe smiled, and patted Shi Yujie, who was feeling overwhelmed, "There are a lot."

"You...he..." Shi Yujie groaned again for a while, then angrily threw his arm off He Zhonghe's neck, and pushed him, "Let's go, let's go, let's go to find someone who is your top student, let's enter your small class Let's go, we are drifting away."

"Don't hey." He Zhonghe could actually guess Shi Yujie's reaction after knowing it before, although he had been vaccinated several times and hinted many times, "Daxiu treats you to dinner."

"Big rest." Shi Yujie hummed, "You were still crying behind bars when I was resting."

"I'll take an evening study leave." He Zhonghe said, "Is that okay?"

"Oh, let me be a light bulb to illuminate the beauty of you two?"

"Just the two of us." He Zhonghe smiled and glanced at Yansheng, "Don't take him."

Yan Sheng also found it funny when he heard Shi Yujie's resentment, and laughed out loud.

"You'd better be, I have to have a good talk with you." Shi Yujie said.

"Succeed." He Zhonghe felt that Shi Yujie was telling others about Shi Yujie without telling him.

Guo Yao also apologized afterwards, but He Zhonghe didn't take it seriously at all, they are all very close friends, so the misunderstanding doesn't matter.

The little dinosaur Guo Yao went back and took off Yansheng's schoolbag and put it on. Shi Yujie was very dissatisfied, and angrily felt that the clown was himself.

"Don't tell me." Guo Yao actually hoped that He Zhonghe and Yansheng would get along better, after all, Shi Yujie didn't look very good... She gave Shi Yujie a puppy pendant afterwards.

"Your family runs a toy factory, right?" Shi Yujie was horrified by Guo Yao and tied the puppy pendant, "Don't waste your money, what kind of green hat am I this time!"

"This is definitely not a couple." Guo Yao dragged him over to show him.

A puppy with a word printed on its belly: Shan.

"... I thank you." Shi Yujie smiled bitterly and bleakly.

small class.

The second and third floors are small arts and science classes and physical education classes. At this time, physical education students do not attend classes and report to classes outside. There is only one class on the entire floor.

After checking the seat table with a suitcase and a bunch of things in hand, He Zhonghe walked to the middle row.

I don't know whether it's a newcomer from another class or a member of the original class. They all bow their heads to study and no one pays attention to him. They don't say hello or help, as if there is an enchantment.

It was obviously the time for lunch and break, and there was no one lying on the table in the classroom, and they all lowered their heads.

"Well, classmate, please give me your arm..." Before He Zhonghe could finish "lifting", the girl at the next table swished his arm away from him without even looking at him, her expression was very focused and impatient.

He Zhonghe packed his things one by one without a word.

The classroom is too|quiet, a kind of lifelessness with nothing but the sound of flipping and writing.

To be honest, he has a little bit of admiration for people like Xiaoban, they are all warriors with superior intelligence who are used to fighting and not afraid of pressure.

When thinking of Xueba, one inevitably thinks of Yansheng.

Yan Sheng's grades may be better than most of these people, but he doesn't have that dull and depressing small class style.

Oh, maybe on the surface.

The so-called small class painting style is like the people sitting next to him now. The girls all have thick bangs and May Fourth youth hairstyles, and the boys all have flat cuts. It is full of black and red pen marks left when studying into obsession.

I hope that there will be no human-to-human transmission in the painting style of the small class.

After He Zhonghe packed his things, it stands to reason that he should get acquainted with his new classmates first when he comes to a new environment, but no one pays attention to him. He seems out of place if he doesn't study now, so he absently took out a book and spread it out.

The painting style of the small class classroom is also very unusual. The back blackboard is empty, and there are no awards or messages from classmates on the wall. The whole classroom looks very empty.

Yes, there is no way to post it. The classmates change every few months, and no one can guarantee that they will stay.

Very cruel.

In the small class, everything except study is superfluous.

Walking in from the front door of the classroom was a strong middle-aged man with a square face, wearing an ugly black leather jacket that is standard for spiritual old men.

There is also a huge flashing sequin pattern on it, which is a Doraemon.

He Zhonghe couldn't help but pursed his lips and suppressed a smile.

Sifang Man's eye knife swished over, as fast as lightning.

He Zhonghe met him innocently for a while before realizing that he had violated the style of the small class just now.

The Sifang man stared at the students below, walked slowly to the podium, and said in a hoarse voice, "All the new students are here, let's study, and other matters will be discussed in the evening class."

After speaking, he left the classroom door.

I thought this spirited old man was quite interesting and funny, but that was it.

NPCs are more vivid than this!

He Zhonghe turned his head and glanced at the position of monitor Bu Yueran.

Bu Yueran sat a few seats behind him, and the two looked at each other tacitly, and smiled wryly at the same time.

He Zhonghe had never sat in the center of the classroom. Since he was in high school, he was either in the last row or the front row. No matter how bad he was, he sat by the window, sitting comfortably on the edge.

In the middle row is a table for three people. On the left is a man with crew cut glasses who still smells strange; on the right is a small woman with short hair whose hair is too thick to cover her face.

Now there are people on the front, back, left, and right, and He Zhonghe feels oppressed by being squeezed in the middle.

In the harshest small class at the top of No. [-] Middle School, no one is used to his faults, and even picks his own seat.

On the first day, or the first half day, of entering the new class, He Zhonghe's only feeling was nervousness and anxiety.

This kind of tension and anxiety comes from the environment and atmosphere. In short, he is not very happy when doing questions and listening to lectures.The time after class is also very amazing, it automatically synchronizes with the people around it, and it is crazy to do problems and study.

Even at the end of the day, He Zhonghe himself wondered how he could make himself so tired, and his mind was buzzing with fever.

In the last class of evening self-study, when the deskmate finally put down his pen to drink, he took out his mobile phone from the bookend.

Regardless of the surprised expression on his tablemate, He Zhonghe sent Yansheng a message with a crying expression.

At this point, Yansheng probably had already studied at home for the next night, and after a while, he came back with a little expression of hugging.

- Waiting for you at the stairs after class

He Zhonghe felt that the fresh air was finally pouring in after spending a whole day of studying and living on the roller, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up into a smile.

The little expression of hugging is cute, it is contradictory to Yansheng, but it is also very contradictory and very easy to substitute.

The smile on the corner of He Zhonghe's mouth became more and more obvious.

A black hand suddenly descended from the sky, covering the little hug.

He Zhonghe reacted extremely quickly, quickly turned off the screen, and slammed the phone into the table hole.

The square male Teacher Li hung his hands in the air, staring at him.

The sequined Doraemon on the leather jacket shone eeriely under the classroom lights.

"Bring it here." Teacher Li said.

He Zhonghe was definitely not afraid of his teacher since he was a child, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a little afraid of the bear-shaped Teacher Sifang in front of him.

Very strong sense of oppression.

He Zhonghe didn't move.

"Bring it here." Teacher Li slowed down his speech and leaned down |

He Zhonghe could smell leeks on him.

It was very rare that he didn't complain in his heart. He kept his head down and remained in a stalemate with Mr. Li.

"One last time," Teacher Li didn't save him any face, caring about the relationship between the new student and the old student's parents, and his voice became hoarse, and said in a breathy voice, "Bring it here, don't let me take you The table was turned."

He Zhonghe looked up at him in shock.

Slowly handing the phone over with a very disobedient hand.

He couldn't do anything about flipping the table, and he wasn't afraid to get up with this leek Doraemon teacher.

But I just feel scared, how should I put it, the moment the teacher said "Don't let me overturn your desk", it feels very weird and frightening.

Teacher Li took the mobile phone and walked to the podium.

He Zhonghe was still in a daze, not understanding how his phone got out of his hands.

"Tell the new students," Teacher Li said, instead of speaking like Lao Zheng, he would tap the podium with a stylus, and said directly, "Five rules for this class—the student by the window, please listen while studying, don't look at it." Me, I have nothing on my face."

He continued: "First, there is one more evening self-study class than other classes, and school ends at 11:30 p.m. Second, after class, you are not allowed to cross floors and stay outside the classroom, and no activities are allowed except going to the toilet and running exercises. Third, grade ranking It dropped by more than three places from the last time, and the list of regressors is announced on the bulletin board at the front door of the classroom. Fourth, mobile phones are strictly not allowed in the school.”

Teacher Li paused and glanced at He Zhonghe.

"Fifth, the hair length of boys and girls is not allowed to exceed the temples, and those who violate it will be taken to the barber shop by me to have it repaired until it complies."

He Zhonghe subconsciously raised his hand to stroke his hair.

It is very unfortunate that I violated two rules as soon as I came up.

Teacher Li got down from the podium and put the phone on his desk.

He Zhonghe held his breath and raised his eyes to glance at him.

Mr. Li was surrounded by a leek-smelling shadow, and he stood for a while before speaking: "When I come to see the class tomorrow morning, my hair must be properly trimmed."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the back door, and the moment he left the classroom door, the bell for the small class also rang.

When He Zhonghe dragged his smoldering head in a daze to the stairs, he saw a familiar figure standing quietly at the corner.

The students in the small class behind them almost didn't leave the classroom, and they all stayed wondering if they would go home after midnight, or maybe they would stay in the classroom overnight?

In short, in the very quiet and dark corridor, He Zhonghe stood there staring at that figure, and had the illusion that hell and normal life instantly crossed dimensions.

He almost lunged at it.

"How do you feel, Xueba?" Yan Sheng patted He Zhonghe who threw himself on him, and smiled.

Just now on the way home, I went to the store at the gate of the community and bought a large paper bag of fried chestnuts with sugar. I knew that He Zhonghe had a very wronged day, and he couldn't let him feel the warmth of his boyfriend.

Yan Sheng followed him downstairs, and stuffed a chestnut into his mouth with a small stick.

"Fuck, peeled chestnuts." It was still warm, and He Zhonghe was about to burst into tears, "Yansheng, you are the most handsome man in the world."

"Why are you wronged by my baby?" Yan Sheng was a little amused, and put a bag of chestnuts in his hand, "It seems that I don't feel comfortable in the small class?"

"I'm gone, so send me away directly." He Zhonghe cried with a sad face, "I miss Class 24 very much now."