Five years simulation three years first

"A friend of mine asked me," Feng Zhou pretended to ask Chen Si casually during lunch the next day, "There was a person who had a good relationship with you before, and we wanted to do everything together, but then suddenly one day he stopped being with you." You are together, why is that?"

"Are they the same sex or the opposite sex?"

"Hetero, the opposite sex."

Chen Si was picking rice into his mouth, and answered him inarticulately: "The friendship has gone bad."

"How? Chemical change or physical change?"

"what?"

"I mean," Feng Zhou sighed, "reversible or irreversible?"

Chen Si swallowed the rice: "You don't understand what I mean."

"What do you mean?"

"That's it," he smiled a bit wickedly, leaned closer to Feng Zhou and whispered, "Either I don't want to be friends with him, or I don't want to be friends with him anymore."

"Is there any difference between these two sentences?"

"There's a big difference. The first sentence means that their friendship has come to an end, but the second sentence means..."

He winked at Feng Zhou, showing an ambiguous smile: "I just want to develop other relationships."

"what relationship?"

"It's love!"

Feng Zhou smiled kindly: "You'd better shut up and eat."

"Feng Bao, don't disbelieve me," Chen Si finally said, "Sometimes estrangement is a way to avoid suspicion. If you don't avoid suspicion, it's because you don't have anything. If you avoid suspicion, it's because you have everything."

He clapped his hands: "Like this, with a 'snap', the friendship has gone bad."

What is there or not.

Feng Zhou felt that Chen Si seemed to be talking about tongue twisters, and it was unreliable no matter how he listened, so he urged him to shut up and eat and go back to the classroom.

But no matter how you say it, Feng Zhou thought, it was absolutely impossible for Yu Shaochun to sublimate his friendship into love.

How could anyone fall in love with him after seeing all his flaws?

He watched Yu Shaochun lazily leaning on the chair with his back tangled all afternoon, and wanted to ask him directly what was wrong.But Feng Zhou thought about it, if Yu Shaochun simply didn't want to play those childish tricks anymore, and didn't want to alienate him, then he would definitely look like a fool when he asked this question.

Uh, let's keep our heads down.

Feng Zhou gritted his teeth a little irritably, and decided to put aside these messy feelings for the time being and concentrate on studying.

Yu Shaochun was actually leaning on a chair and playing games.

He has been playing since the self-study class in the afternoon until the end of get out of class now. He won four games and lost four games without moving a single star. He was also banned by the system because he spoke too fiercely to his teammates. Throwing the phone on the table, Tang Qian was so frightened that he moved the book to his side.

Don't they all say that you are frustrated in love and proud in your career?How can you meet so many idiots while playing a game?Primary school students gathered for a meeting today?

Feng Zhou looked at the word "failure" in capital letters on the screen of his mobile phone, and finally couldn't hold back, and poked him.

"Huh?" Yu Shaochun turned his head, eyes full of irritability and impatience.

Feng Zhou froze for a moment, he had never seen so many negative emotions written on his face.

"what happened?"

"Have you been playing with your phone?" Feng Zhou asked.

"Ah."

"Didn't study?"

Yu Shaochun said in a bad tone: "The number one in the grade won't even care if I study or not? Isn't this the best opportunity to widen the gap?"

Feng Zhou listened to his words with a gun and a stick, bowed his head and said: "Then you can do whatever you want."

Depend on.

Yu Shaochun felt like he had punched cotton.

Wouldn't he ask himself why he was in a bad mood?Or did he not see that there was something wrong with his emotions at all?

really...

Stupid you forget it.

Yu Shaochun held down the pen in his hand, opened the physics exercise book on the table, and just read two lines with his mind full of lawsuits, when Li Guohao walked up to the podium mysteriously: "Everyone, listen to me."

The whole class put down what they were doing and looked up at him.

"Our spring sports meeting is about to start registration," Li Guohao said, "I hope everyone will actively participate and actively win glory for the class. There are so many events..."

Yu Shaochun listened halfway, then lowered his head and continued writing physics questions.

Generally speaking, this kind of activity has nothing to do with him. He has always been only responsible for being a full-time spectator on the day of the sports meeting.

"...Considering the fun of the sports meeting, the sports department has also added other sports," Li Guohao turned the A4 paper in his hand, "such as tug-of-war and multiplayer, which are mandatory for the whole class to participate in. Plenty."

what?

Yu Shaochun's pen, which was originally writing the options, paused on the exercise book, blurring a piece of ink, and then heard a "Damn" from behind as expected.

really.

Both of them belong to the professional paddling athletes of the sports meeting.

Li Guohao finally said: "Multiple feet and tug-of-war will be decided by the sports committee by lottery. The sports department specifically emphasizes that all members must participate to have a sense of community~"

Oh your size.

When Yu Shaochun thought of a group of people tied together and running with the same hands and feet, he felt that the scene was very strange.

It will definitely be embarrassing.

The bell for the end of get out of class interrupted Li Guohao's tirade on "the sports meeting is coming, everyone must uphold the spirit of sports and work hard". No one wants to hear about the bushido spirit of sports.

Yu Shaochun took his mobile phone and just walked to the gate when he realized that it was raining.

It's really not suitable for everything, one or two bad things line up to come to the door.

He didn't bring an umbrella in the morning, and now he can only look forward to the rain and sigh. When he was about to go back home to find the meal card that disappeared 800 years ago, an umbrella suddenly stood on top of his head.

Feng Zhou asked, "Do you want to be together?"

Hey, aren't you hacked?Why did you take the initiative to find someone to have dinner with?

Yu Shaochun still felt unreal when he was walking on the street with him.

Although the two were holding the same umbrella, they kept silent tacitly. They could only hear the mixed sound of raindrops hitting the ground and cars passing by not far away. There was a bit of tranquility in the noise.

"What do you want to eat?" Feng Zhou asked him, "I haven't been out much."

"Oh," he came back to his senses, "let's just go to the one in front, his restaurant serves meals very quickly."

This is a small restaurant hidden in the corner. There are two European-style street lamps standing at the door, which emit a warm yellow light under the rain and fog.

"Welcome, bring friends to join us today," a female voice sounded by the door, "Is it the old rules?"

Yu Shaochun nodded: "Old rules."

"Acquaintance of yours again?"

"Cooked ones." Yu Shaochun went straight to the shop, picked a seat and sat down.

Feng Zhou followed and sat down, and found a painting on the wooden table with something similar to oil paint, and wrote a line of words on the corner of the table: "Tournesol".

"What does it mean?"

Yu Shaochun tapped the desktop: "Look at the painting."

painting?

Feng Zhou stood a little further away, and found that the painting seemed familiar.

He suddenly realized: "Sunflower?"

"That's right, it's Van Gogh's sunflowers," the female boss served the two of them with lemonade, "I remember Xiao Yu recognized the life of Van Gogh on the wall as soon as he entered the store."

Yu Shaochun seemed to be a little embarrassed and scratched his head: "Haha, the main reason is that I like Van Gogh a lot, so I just know a little bit."

Do you like Van Gogh?

Feng Zhou remembered his ID called "VanGogh" when they played games together.

He followed the hand of the female boss, and saw some words that he didn't understand were written on a wall that he hadn't noticed before, which was a bit like graffiti in a foreign alley.

"You can understand French?" Feng Zhou asked, "Is this French?"

Yu Shaochun pulled a piece of paper for a plate that was well placed next to him, and folded it in half boredly: "I don't understand, but I saw this in my mother's script, and I was quite impressed."

Feng Zhou sat back in his seat and watched him fold the paper: "I didn't expect that although your English is poor, you can speak other languages."

"Please, do you call this meeting?" Yu Shaochun said, "Knowing two or three words is not called meeting."

Feng Zhou raised his eyebrows and asked, "Generally, when you are praised, shouldn't you say 'then of course I will earn a lot'?"

"Really?" Yu Shaochun smiled.

"So how do you know this?" For the first time, Feng Zhou felt that his knowledge reserve was not enough.

"My mother used to work in a song and dance troupe. Every day, she brought opera scripts from Russia, France, Germany, Italy, and Spain to her home. When she was in a hurry, she would grab me to watch them together. The one or two sentences I learned in this way are not very useful."

...It is also useful for occasional teasing.

Hearing what he said, Feng Zhou became interested: "Then what else do you want?"

"After you've said everything, you can say a few words," Yu Shaochun frowned, "Let me think about it..."

Have to pick a cool one.

"Let me teach you a word of Polish."

Polish?

Feng Zhou wanted to see what tricks he could play, and just as he pretended to be listening attentively, he heard the person on the opposite side whisper quickly: "KochamCi."

"what?"

"I won't repeat it," Yu Shaochun bowed his head and continued to origami, "If you hear it, you will earn it, if you don't hear it, you will lose it."

"You said buckle... what?"

"Hey," Feng Zhou watched him turn a deaf ear and concentrate on folding the paper, "Is there someone like you who teaches?"

The rain outside the window pattered on the window edge, making a "da da" sound, but the lights in the house reflected the fake fireplace on the wall and the sunflowers on the fireplace, making people feel inexplicably bathed in the afternoon sun.

"Tsk."

Yu Shaochun raised his head, his eyes wandered for some reason: "Then say it again, listen carefully."

He took a deep breath and said slowly: "KochamCi."

For some reason, compared to the first time, his voice was a little more gentle and tender this time.

Feng Zhou imitated his tone and repeated: "Kocham...Cie?"

"That's right," Yu Shaochun nodded, "As expected of being number one in the grade, you learn so fast."

Feng Zhou read it several times in a low voice, then asked, "What does that mean?"

"It means 'good morning'."

Feng Zhou nodded: "KochamCie means good morning."

"Yes," Yu Shaochun pushed a paper rose in front of him after folding for a long time, "KochamCie means good morning."

The author has something to say: there is a song called "Dzieńdobry, kochamcie" with "good morning" before the comma and "I love you" after it

In fact, it is not "cie" according to the grammar, but the last letter jj can't be displayed, so let's look at it according to cie