Xueba, wake up

Returning to school at 01:30 in the afternoon, the small class's big break is full and it will take less than 24 hours.

After patting and groping shamelessly, He Zhonghe didn't wake up until after nine o'clock in the morning. Yansheng had already gone to school, so he sent a message to remind him to get up and remember to take his medicine.

He sat up, and was surprised to find that his cold symptoms almost disappeared overnight, his nose breathed, and his head was no longer dizzy.

I didn't catch a cold yesterday, it just started and then stopped.

For no other reason, it is impossible for the cold medicine to work so well, it is because the strings are still tense, and his willpower prevents him from catching a cold.

He had seen this phenomenon on the Internet before. When the exam was approaching and the study was too stressful, he caught a cold on the first day of the holiday, and healed before school started.

He Zhonghe felt the miraculous self-healing effect, turned over to where Yansheng slept last night, and lay down with his eyes closed for a while.

I can still smell the faint scent of aloe vera shower gel. To be honest, I feel a little empty when I wake up and see no one around me.

Before the college entrance examination, there is a high probability that there will be no chance to sleep together like this again. Thinking of this, he is even more tired, and it takes a long time for him to get up.

It's almost April, and it feels very easy to change out of winter school uniforms. The winter in the third year of high school is too long and difficult, and everyone feels in a trance when the temperature warms up.

I thought that the endless winter has passed, which also means that the college entrance examination is just around the corner.

When he came to the classroom one morning and saw someone changing the countdown to the college entrance examination, He Zhonghe was taken aback.

63 days.

He always felt that the college entrance examination was still several months away, and the [-]-day swearing-in when the flag was raised seemed to be still yesterday, but now the progress bar seemed to be dragged back a lot when he was not paying attention.

There is no monthly exam at the beginning of April, and it is replaced by a provincial exam.

Even the first model seemed to be fast forwarded and skipped. When Mr. Li printed out the report card and pasted it next to the front door without a mobile phone, He Zhonghe was still in a daze. It's over.

I always feel like I didn’t take the exam, but when I think about it, I can recall that it was a very warm day, the invigilator was very strict, there was a person who broke down and threw pens in the exam room, and the pile of test papers in the file bag were all traces of past work. .

After class, the students flocked up to see their grades, and He Zhonghe suddenly panicked.

It's too fast, and I'll get a score in the provincial exam before I'm ready.

The students in the small class are not like the students in class 24 who habitually help their friends to read their grades when there are a lot of people, and they don't come together to make people guess how many points they will get.

Among the group of people gathered next to the report card, some read the results with trepidation, then clapped their hands and clenched their fists, and rushed back to their seats with excitement to continue studying hard. After returning home, I quietly wiped my tears alone.

He is less and less afraid to look at the results, he doesn't know which group of these people he will be.

Few of his classmates who played well reported his grades like advertising vehicles, and the pressure of thinking wildly before knowing the results was even more uncomfortable.

This time, he was actually quite clueless. After the exam, his mind was empty, and he didn’t even remember the questions he had done. He finished the exam very mechanically, just like doing exercises normally. There was a kind of warm-up activity before he finished it. The feeling of the battlefield down.

At night when school was over, there was no one standing under the report card. He Zhonghe took a deep breath, and muttered to himself, isn't it just a copy? …

However, when I walked not far from the report card, my mentality could not be regained.

This fucking is exactly the same as the results of the college entrance examination!Lao Zheng has been talking about the same thing since last year!

My heart was beating fast, and I was more nervous than ever.

His eyes fell on the name column at the bottom, and he looked up ten of them.

Not in the last ten.

Of course he wasn't in the bottom ten. He hadn't been in the bottom ten in the internal mock exams of the small class several times before, and he was listed on the list of about forty people in the small class.

I searched for ten more, but still didn't have my own name.

But when he saw Bu Yueran's name, it turned out to be the last one, He Zhonghe was surprised.

It wasn't just Bu Yueran, but many of the ones who were on the top usually fell off this time. This is what they all said that the closer the college entrance examination is, the more fluctuating the results are, and they are even very outrageous.

His heart beat faster and faster, and when he looked up, half a face suddenly appeared beside the door frame.

He Zhonghe yelled directly, and a group of people in the classroom who were keeping their studies immediately looked up and glared at him.

He quickly made an apologetic gesture, and pushed Yan Sheng out: "You can just come in!"

"I saw that you came out late today, so you thought it was something." Yan Sheng asked, "How was the exam?"

"I don't know, just now you interrupted me with your head popping out." He Zhonghe rolled his eyes, "Go and help me see, I dare not."

"So cowardly?" Yan Sheng leaned on the handrail of the stairs and smiled.

"I'm not as steady as you are." He Zhonghe looked at him and asked in a low voice, "Is this the first time in our class?"

"Well, the third grade." Yan Sheng said, "You should say 'your class', not 'our class'."

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll get rid of you and let No.4 take over." He Zhonghe urged him, "Hurry up, I'm anxious and timid right now."

Yan Sheng walked to the front door of the small class very easily, leaned half his body in, took a look and came out very easily.

He Zhonghe couldn't see anything from his expression, he just felt that every nerve in his body was screaming while running away, his voice became tight: "Speak."

Just as Yan Sheng was about to speak, He Zhonghe covered his ears again: "Wait, wait, I'll do some psychological training, don't talk about it yet."

"Progress, just the same."

"Top 25?" He Zhonghe stared at him.

"Ah."

"Twenty?"

"Ah."

"The first fifteen...?"

Yansheng nodded.

"Fuck, top ten?!" He Zhonghe was already excitedly picking up Yansheng when he asked this question.

"Say it directly," Yan Sheng smiled slightly, and lowered his voice, "Second."

He Zhonghe's eyes widened.

Yan Sheng looked at him, and added: "Get rid of me and you will be able to take over."

He Zhonghe stared at him blankly for a while, then let go of him and ran into the classroom at the speed of light.

A few seconds later, the whole person almost flew out.

Although the hair looks like a dog gnaws, it is still very chic when it is raised in the air.

The smile on the corner of Yansheng's mouth became more and more obvious, and he opened his arms.

"Awesome!" He Zhonghe's voice exploded in his ears, almost overflowing with joy and excitement.

"Awesome." Yan Sheng covered his ears, patted him with a smile, "My boyfriend is the most awesome."

On the way home, He Zhonghe jumped all the way, and he probably took off immediately with a paraglider.

In a particularly good state, Yan Sheng walked beside him, not showing it on his face, but also excited for him.

Having cut his hair short and suffering from a cold before, he was a little worried about whether He Zhonghe would be able to hold on. At this juncture, his mentality has collapsed and it is difficult to recover.

But now he found that He Zhonghe was far stronger than he had imagined, both in mentality and in strength.

In fact, you can feel it from He Zhonghe's previous reaction. When the head teacher cut his hair or the intensity of his study increased sharply, although he complained to him, it was always a kind of "I don't care how much I have been tossed about for the college entrance examination." "too much" mentality.

It's a little extreme, but it's perfect to keep this mentality through the last two months of the third year of high school.

The aftertaste was long, and Lao Zheng repeated and analyzed the grades in the class afterwards, pouring chicken soup into them, saying that you saw that He Zhonghe was [-] in the previous grade and now he is fourth in the grade.

Although his ranking in the parent group was 27, fortunately no one noticed except the parents.

It was so fragrant that when Yan Sheng relayed it to him later, He Zhonghe felt quite shocked when he heard it.

The first model performed well, and this reassurance is also an important condition for the second model to stabilize the performance.

The days of immersing myself in crazy study still seemed to be pressed the fast forward button, from 1.5 times the speed to 2 times the speed.

Waking up early in the morning at the end of April was not so painful. It was already daylight when the two walked to school together at 05:30.

"I couldn't resist entering S University's super chat when I was searching for questions last night." He Zhonghe loves to look forward to the future as he goes to the college entrance examination. It's about going to open classes together, eating together, going out to play, joining clubs and so on.

"Punch in all windows of the cafeteria." Yan Sheng picked it up for him, "Don't worry, I'll eat with you from window No. [-] to all five cafeterias from the first day of the report."

He Zhonghe smacked his lips, raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at the dense green bushes in the flower bed of the community: "It's so wonderful."

Regarding the prospect of "the future", once the imagination is implemented in small details, it feels that it is close at hand and can be touched by reaching out.

He Zhonghe laughed for a while, then turned his head to look at Yansheng: "I see that there are still a lot of scammers in Chaohua, and the photos taken secretly are all average, far worse than you."

Yan Sheng raised his eyebrows.

"What if someone grabs you?" He Zhonghe frowned, "Just pretend you didn't see it."

"You have to cover it so that no one will find out..." he muttered.

"I pretended not to see it, and people who know me will tell me in the comment section." Yan Sheng said.

He Zhonghe's expression turned serious for a moment, because he was really worried about this serious issue.

He frowned more and more, looking at Yan Sheng.

Yan Sheng was helplessly stared at by him, raised his hand to press his head and turned around: "You won't be like this after you go to college, will you?"

"How?"

"Sneaking around like this," Yan Sheng said in a low voice when the community was quite quiet in the early morning, "It's fine to be generous then."

"Damn it! Yes!" He Zhonghe's expression stretched instantly, and there was little flame of excitement in his eyes.

"Calm down." Yan Sheng wanted to laugh a little, as if he wished he could time travel to the post-college entrance examination.

"I can't calm down. I just want to do a backflip when I think about it now." He Zhonghe looked around, and there was no one around except for the basement door of a building behind him that was quietly opened.

He moved closer to Yansheng, lowered his eyes and raised his chin.

Yan Sheng also quickly scanned the surroundings, then quickly lowered his head and kissed him on the lips, sticking to him for a few seconds before leaving.

Seeing the two students face to face, Mrs. Zheng came out of the basement in shock.

On the first day of the reopening of the basement pie shop after spring, I saw such a scene.

Those are two little boys!right!

Isn't the one with ear studs the one that Old Zheng talked about every day!

She was so shocked that she forgot to move the stove out of the basement, wiped her hands from the apron a few times, and hurriedly took out her mobile phone to take a picture of the two little boys before they separated.

Although he is the principal of the kindergarten, he has some occupational diseases of managing students inside and outside the classroom.

In other words, seeing such a scene with my own eyes is too bizarre, and I am eager to find someone to share my knowledge with.

She quickly dialed the phone number of her old head Zheng: "Hello? I took a picture of your student."