Five years simulation three years first

Three days of New Year's Day holidays are gone in a flash, and everyone goes back to school complaining, facing a hellish final week.

Chen Si sat next to Feng Zhou during recess, and complained tearfully, "Feng Bao, you have changed."

Feng Zhou was correcting the question according to the answer in the back, and asked him casually: "What?"

"My lord, even if you want to shake hands and make peace, you have to communicate with me, the chief executive!" His face was full of grief and anger, "At any rate, give me a chance to surrender! You are like me, and I was killed before I had time to surrender!" Beheaded for public display!"

"What are you talking about?" Feng Zhou glanced at him, "I don't know why."

Chen Si took out his mobile phone: "Why didn't I send you a WeChat message?"

"Forgot to look."

"So you didn't see what I asked you?"

"what?"

Chen Si clicked on the circle of friends, pulled down to find the message sent by Yu Shaochun, and took a picture of the phone on the table: "Look for yourself!"

Feng Zhou saw someone post a Moments, with a picture of his back when he was watching the fireworks and his profile when he was sitting in Yu Shaochun's uncle's car.

Caption "Happy New Year."

When was this guy filmed?

He raised his hand and poked Yu Shaochun who was lying in front of him with a pen: "Don't sleep."

Yu Shaochun was stabbed by him, grinning and rubbing his back: "What's wrong?"

"explain."

Yu Shaochun looked at the photo with his head: "Explain what?"

"There is a problem with this photo," Chen Si said, "There is a big problem."

Yu Shaochun was at a loss: "What's the problem?"

He looked at it for a while, and suddenly realized: "It doesn't look good? Is the filter adjusted wrong?"

"No," Feng Zhou said with a headache, "Why secretly filming?"

"Oh," Yu Shaochun said, "I think it looks good and I just took it. If you don't like it, I will delete it immediately."

As he spoke, he went to touch his phone in the table hole.

"Forget it," Feng Zhou lowered his head and continued to change the topic, "You can keep it if you want."

Chen Si looked at the two with the expression of eating a fly.

Is this still the person who would be ridiculed when they met last summer?

What about uniting together to resist Yu Shaochun's evil forces?

My lord, you blinked when you were tricked by the vixen!

He shook Feng Zhou: "Feng Bao, are you really reconciled?"

Before Feng Zhou could speak, Yu Shaochun bent his fingers and tapped on the table, with a bit of complacency on his face: "Pay attention to your tone, I'm Feng Xueba's good friend now."

He specially emphasized the word "good friend", and said: "Although I may not be his best friend now, I will work hard to become his best friend."

Feng Zhou glanced at Yu Shaochun: "Childish."

Chen Si was a little confused.

Is this a declaration of war against him?

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated!

He slammed the case, and before he could speak harsh words, he heard a few "da da" sounds from the door glass next to him.

Chen Si looked up and saw Tan Yuanzhao's kind face behind the door glass.

With a puzzled smile, he ordered the table.

Chen Si bowed his head, his mobile phone was swaggeringly placed on the table.He laughed dryly and returned to his seat in despair.

"He seems to have been robbed of his love," Yu Shaochun said in a low voice, "It looks so pitiful."

"Don't bully him."

Yu Shaochun was stunned for a moment: "Fuck, he came to provoke first, okay? Feng Xueba, you can't be partial."

Feng Zhou stretched out his hand and turned his head back: "Sleep well, there is so much nonsense."

But Yu Shaochun didn't lie down to sleep, he took out a book from the hole in the table that was as messy as a dog's nest, took out a book of English writing questions, and spread it out on Feng Zhou's desk: "Don't sleep, Tian Lu wants to see my book in a while." I wrote the question for a while, what do you think I should do?"

Feng Zhou flipped through his almost blank exercise book, and sincerely suggested to him: "It's better to kneel down with her and admit your mistakes."

"How can I do that, I have to struggle," Yu Shaochun bit off the cap of the water pen, and began to write down the first cloze, "CDABC, BDABD, C..."

"Isn't there an answer?" Feng Zhou asked, "You can change a few options after copying."

Yu Shaochun said seriously: "How can we do that? Even if we can't, we can't copy the answer. This is my bottom line!"

Bottom line?But bro, your panties are going to disappear.

Feng Zhou watched him lower his head and make up the options seriously, and sighed inaudibly.

He had been wondering why Yu Shaochun, who had a good skin and a good head, was able to live like a comedian. Only after meeting Yu's mother a few days ago did he realize that optimism is hereditary.

Yu Shaochun belongs to the kind of traitor in front of him holding a guillotine and yelling that you are going to be finished, but he can still say that the shallots should be served with miso when I kill my head.

He can't learn this kind of mentality, but if he can learn it, he won't become a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Yu Shaochun finished writing the last "C" coolly and was about to close the exercise book when Feng Zhou held him down.

"Why did you choose so many C's in the second half of the last article?"

"Because I'm afraid she will ask me why I chose the wrong one. If I choose C, I can have a reason to say that I chose C because I don't know how to do it," Yu Shaochun said confidently.

Well fucking makes sense.

Feng Zhou nodded: "I wish you peace."

Yu Shaochun waved to him: "Goodbye friend, I'm going on a long journey tonight! But don't worry because I have wise sails and oars!"

The whole class looked up at him running towards the door, like watching a fool go away.

Hopeless.

Feng Zhou shook his head and continued to study the math problems.

This class is a "Question and Answer Class" specially developed by the school for the weekend, allowing students to discuss questions freely in the classroom.

Perhaps it was because the final exam was imminent, and those who were most able to play tricks on weekdays also received their supernatural powers, and honestly lined up with their workbooks to ask the teacher or came to the back of the classroom to ask Feng Zhou.

Feng Zhou has always felt that lecturing questions to others is also a kind of self-improvement, so he never feels that answering questions is a waste of time. On the contrary, if he has time, he will give inferences to those who come to ask questions, so that everyone who listens to his lectures will not understand. Also greatly shocked.

Feng Zhou sent the previous one away, and was about to seamlessly connect to the next one when he was tapped on the shoulder suddenly.

He turned his head and saw a little girl wearing a Mickey hairpin standing behind him.

"Hello," her voice was a little weak, still trembling slightly, "Is Yu Shaochun here?"

Feng Zhou froze for a moment: "He's not here, what can you do?"

"I……"

The girl twitched, faltering and refusing to speak.

The few people in line smelled the gossip, and started whispering with their heads together, and they knew that they didn't say anything good.

Feng Zhou glanced at them with some warning, and said in as gentle a tone as possible: "Talk slowly, what are you looking for with Yu Shaochun?"

The girl took out a pink envelope from the exercise book in her hand, and handed it to Feng Zhou with trembling hands: "Please, please help me give this to him, thank you!"

Quite welcome.

"What's your name..."

Before Feng Zhou could finish asking, the girl had already turned around and ran away from the back door, leaving him with a back view of fleeing.

The group of people who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal couldn't hold back their joy. Someone urged Feng Zhou: "Feng Xueba, open it and take a look."

"What are you looking at?" Feng Zhou glared at them, then put the letter back into the table hole, "See how many questions are in front of me?"

Fortunately, that girl was looking for him, Feng Zhou thought, if this letter got into someone else's hands, maybe something strange would happen.

Yu Shaochun peeled off a layer of skin in the hands of Teacher Tian Lu, and returned to the classroom half dead: "I will always hate English, and I love Chines. I'm learning English asshole."

Feng Zhou took out the letter from the table hole and handed it to him.

Yu Shaochun looked at the pink envelope and was startled: "You, you won't..."

"What's wrong with me?" Feng Zhou didn't know why.

"I take you as a back seat, and you actually have such thoughts for me?" Yu Shaochun said, "You really have ulterior motives!"

Feng Zhou threw the letter on him: "Think too much, a girl from another class gave it to you."

"Oh," Yu Shaochun took the letter without reading it and stuffed it into the table hole, "What's for dinner?"

"Don't you read the letter?"

"dont see."

"I finally mustered up the courage to write it for you," Feng Zhou said, "Isn't it disrespectful not to take a look?"

Yu Shaochun sat on the table next to him: "If I don't open it and look at it, I will pretend that nothing happened, and the two of us are still two parallel lines."

Feng Zhou glanced at him and put the book in his hand away: "Going to eat."

"Take me one and take me one," Yu Shaochun immediately grabbed his shoulder, "What do you eat?"

"Eat the cafeteria."

"Don't eat in the cafeteria every day, Mr. Yu will take you out to eat."

"I do not......"

Before Feng Zhou could finish his objection, he was led out of the classroom by Yu Shaochun with his shoulders on his shoulders.

Every resistance is futile, he thought.Are you unable to resist or do you not want to resist?

"Mala Tang, Baozipu, Qingxiang Ramen," Yu Shaochun told him the name of the dish along the way, "Which one do you want to eat?"

"casual."

"The fragrant ramen?"

"Row."

Yu Shaochun didn't care about Feng Zhouxi jumping out word by word like gold, and kept nagging beside him like a machine gun: "I told you that the beef noodles at Qingxiang Ramen are very delicious, you must... ..”

In the middle of his speech, he suddenly stopped and stood upright in place.

Feng Zhou was staggered by him, and he turned around for no reason: "What's wrong?"

He followed Yu Shaochun's gaze and saw a person at the school gate.The man was dressed in rough cloth clothes, short in stature, with something like soot on his face, holding a rag bag in his hand, and was looking into the school on tiptoe.

He stood out among a group of students wearing school uniforms, like an unsatisfactory patch on a good cloth, more like an inconspicuous part abandoned in the torrent because it couldn't keep up with the times.

Feng Zhou seemed to know who he was.

He took half a step back and stood by the guard booth to watch the two reunite across the century.As he expected, the little boy's eyes lit up when he saw Yu Shaochun, and he stepped forward to give him a big hug: "Brother Yu, long time no see."

The author has something to say: I recently sorted out my notes and found a convenient solution to the periodic table of the elements in the second (human education) compulsory course in chemistry. It was compiled by my cram school teacher at the time. I will ask for his opinion. If he is willing, I will quietly Share it with you in chapter v, and then pay him 55 cents (?)