Five years simulation three years first

"Everyone," Li Guohao raised the cup in his hand, "Cheers to the bottom three!"

The second day of the sports meeting was the weekend, so they could unscrupulously come out to eat hot pot in the name of celebrating their achievements, and secretly ordered beer by the way.

In the last leg of the relay race, relying on Feng Zhou's self-sacrificing spirit, he pounced forward and secured the fourth position.In the end, the overall score of the second class miraculously did not take the bottom one, but ranked in the bottom three, which is two points more than the bottom two.

Although he lost the Spiritual Civilization Award because someone's words and actions were too violent, it was still the third from the bottom.

This fateful two points!

When Li Guohao thought about these things, he was inevitably moved and tears filled his eyes. He raised his glass again: "Then let me just say a few words."

Before he could say a word, he heard the people around him exclaim: "The pot is boiling, and the dishes are ready to serve."

Li Guohao's face twitched a few times, quietly swallowing the two sentences he wanted to say.

A total of more than ten people came, but they only ordered a big mandarin duck pot, clear soup on the left and spicy pot on the right, one red and one white were clearly distinguished.

When ordering dishes, I also counted who can't eat spicy food. At first, everyone thought it was a shame not to be able to eat spicy food, but Feng Zhou pushed his glasses and was the first to say that Yu Shaochun couldn't eat spicy food.

So the remaining few who couldn't eat spicy food seemed to see a savior, and they all raised their hands to express that they could only eat clear soup pot.

Lu Xiaonan sighed, and put a tick in front of "Mandarin Duck Pot" on the menu: "What kind of suffering is it that you can't eat spicy food? Right, Mr. Yu?"

Yu Shaochun gave Feng Zhou an unfriendly look.

Feng Zhou said softly: "I remember someone told me last time that I had a sore throat for two days after eating the spicy self-heating hot pot."

"Is that me?" Yu Shaochun laughed dryly, "Did you remember wrongly?"

The spicy pot is always boiled before the clear soup pot, and all kinds of dishes have already floated in it.Needless to say, beef and mutton, meatballs, tofu, potatoes, and Chinese cabbage are not far behind, rising and falling in the red soup.

Yu Shaochun didn't eat much at noon, and ran 4x100 with all his strength in the afternoon. There was nothing left except mineral water. He was already hungry, and his eyes were fixed on the dishes in the spicy pot. He swallowed.

Sitting next to him, Feng Zhou lowered his head and swiped his phone, and liked the second group of people who had distributed trophies and certificates in Moments. As he swiped, he found that something seemed wrong with Yu Shaochun.

The napkin on the dining table, which seemed to have no problem with his obsessive-compulsive disorder, was rearranged three or four times by this man, and even the chopsticks on the plate and the spoon in the bowl could not escape. Move to another place.

Is obsessive-compulsive disorder contagious?

Feng Zhouzheng was full of doubts, and suddenly found that his gaze swept over the soup pot again and again from time to time pretending not to care.

So it was so, he realized that he was actually hungry.

The first batch of dishes slowly floated up amidst the sound of "gurgling, gurgling". Everyone cheered and stretched their chopsticks into the pot to pick up their own dishes.Feng Zhou put down the chopsticks he was holding in his hand unhurriedly, replaced them with a brand new pair, and snatched two slices of beef and a meatball from the hands of the hungry wolves.

He poured boiled water into his bowl, rinsed the vegetables in the water, and stopped when a layer of red oil floated on the surface of the water, and threw the meat and meatballs into Yu Shaochun's plate.

Yu Shaochun glanced at him: "For me?"

"Eat," Feng Zhou said, "otherwise people will misunderstand that you haven't eaten for three days."

"...Is it so obvious that I have acted so clearly?"

Feng Zhou nodded: "Yes, your eyes tell me that you are going to eat the glass in front of you."

Li Guohao cleared his throat: "On this happy day, let me say a few words first."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cup was brought to his hand.

Lu Xiaonan propped his chin at the side, his face full of impatience: "You can't stop your mouth even if you eat."

They ordered about ten bottles of beer and filled everyone up under the banner of never getting drunk.Some people's faces quickly turned red, and it was obvious that it had begun to spread.

Feng Zhou lived with his grandmother for a period of time before, and was once forced to lick the white wine on the tip of his grandfather's chopsticks, and was unexpectedly found to be a good drinker.

So he drank a small glass of beer as a beverage, and it didn't take long for him to bottom out.

He came to the dinner party but didn't eat much, the plate in front of him was almost clean, and his only hobby was to snatch something good from the spicy pot occasionally, rinse it in plain water and give it to Yu Shaochun.

Yu Shaochun felt that this person seemed to be feeding a pet.

Tang Qian wobbled over with a cup in his hand, and slapped Yu Shaochun on the back: "President Yu—why don't you—drink—"

It was only then that Feng Zhou noticed that Yu Shaochun had barely touched the wine in his glass.

"I am a Jiuxian in D City," Yu Shaochun said, "The Jiuxian doesn't drink with ordinary people."

Tang Qian put his hands on the table with a playful smile: "Mr. Yu, you can't be, you can't drink alcohol!"

Feng Zhou observed the surrounding area calmly.

This group of people said that if you don't drink a thousand cups, you won't get drunk and you won't return, but some of them are about to end before they start.

Li Guohao's legs were inconvenient, and he was forced to stay on the chair and not move. He looked at the ceiling with sad eyes, and hummed a love song that was not on tune.

The three or two who were still a little self-aware dragged their bodies in disbelief to the jukebox that came with the box, and tried their best to prevent others from ordering the song "Sister is the Queen".

This is not bad.

Chen Si and another boy were shoulder to shoulder, using the empty space of the box as a stage. The two of them learned some unknown dance without a teacher, and they were looking at each other affectionately, as if they would kiss each other in the next second. .

Feng Zhou calmly took out his mobile phone to take a picture of this scene, planning to blackmail Chen Si into how much pocket money he can get.

Tang Qian next to him hasn't given up lobbying Yu Shaochun for a drink.Yu Shaochun was tortured so hard by him that he had no choice but to raise his wine glass as if he was a hero, and touched Tang Qian's: "I did it, you can do whatever you want."

Feng Zhou folded his arms and leaned on the back of the chair, ready to appreciate the heroic posture of the wine fairy, but he didn't expect that Yu Shaochun's so-called "I did it" just took a sip.

Feeling Feng Zhou's probing eyes, Yu Shaochun was full of pride: "He's drunk anyway, it's no different if I take a drink or a sip."

Feng Zhou nodded thoughtfully, thinking that Yu Shaochun was still a very measured person, at least he knew not to drink too much and dance like other people.

But after about ten minutes, he looked at Yu Shaochun who was holding on to his sleeve desperately, and realized that "property" was a last resort.

"You..." Feng Zhou tried to reason with him, "Let go, we have something to talk about."

But Yu Shaochun was still holding on to his wrinkled clothes, with no intention of letting go.

"you're drunk?"

Feng Zhou took another look at the wine that had only been touched by someone in disbelief, and was sure that he had only taken a sip, not a bottle.

He shook the person in his arms, and found that Yu Shaochun's face was flushed, and he suddenly realized.

Most of the Jiuxian in D City is allergic to alcohol.

But other people pour it in a cup, how can you pour it in one sip?

Yu Shaochun seemed to feel that his arms were quite comfortable, and he didn't intend to wake up at all, so he burrowed into him again.

The man's wine tasted pretty good, he thought optimistically, at least not like the others.

The "others" were already sitting on the ground, crying loudly with their heads in their arms. From physical and chemical swearing to language, they complained bitterly about the exam-oriented education that everyone could only go to New Oriental to cook Lanxiang and drive the excavator, and they couldn't even serve the dishes.

Several other people felt that the physics teacher's small Mediterranean reflection was so serious that people couldn't see the blackboard clearly, so they decided to research an invention as a bald shade for physics teachers, so as to improve everyone's physics scores.

If it weren't for the fact that they were drawing sketches on napkins with chopsticks dipped in red soup, Feng Zhou would have believed it.

He sighed resignedly, shook the person in his arms hopelessly, and asked in as gentle a tone as possible: "How will you go home later?"

The people in the second class have been tossing and tossing until almost ten o'clock before they check out and leave the store. They vomited for two rounds after drinking too much, and their minds cleared up a lot. Shouting "Ultraman Transformation" or "Ba La La Energy" in the hall.

There are not many people left with a clear head.

They partnered to move the last drunk into the taxi. Tang Qian struggled to poke his head out, looking up at the sky stubbornly at a 45° angle.

The master asked, "Where are you going?"

Li Guohao said in the car: "Quanhai Community."

"No," Tang Qian put his paw on his shoulder, "I'm going to Tibet."

The master glanced at him, but couldn't tell whether he was drunk or not: "Where are you going?"

"Go to Tibet," Tang Qian said in a very serious voice, "Go to Tibet, I want to see the Potala Palace, and the free birds, so I can take a trip as soon as I say it."

Li Guohao pressed him on the car seat: "Master, he is drunk, just go to Quanhai Community."

Lu Xiaonan heaved a sigh of relief looking at the taxi going away, and saw Yu Shaochun who was still hanging on Feng Zhou's body: "What about Mr. Yu?"

Feng Zhou frantically took out his mobile phone from Yu Shaochun's pocket: "I'll just take him home, we'll drop by."

Yu Shaochun who got into the car was also very well-behaved, he didn't sing impromptu, nor did he cry about the suffering of life, he quietly continued to hug Feng Zhou's arm, leaned on him and closed his eyes.

It looks like the years are quiet and stable in this world.

Feng Zhou poked him: "Is there anyone in your family? Let them come down to pick you up."

Under his persistent harassment, Yu Shaochun seemed to finally wake up a little bit.He opened his eyes slightly in the darkness, and looked at Feng Zhou without blinking.

"Don't look at me like that," Feng Zhou felt uncomfortable, "I'm asking if you have..."

His last word was suddenly silenced.

Yu Shaochun somehow raised his head slightly, and kissed the corner of his lips lightly.As if feeling that just one kiss was not enough, she rubbed the small piece of skin on his face with her lips.

The alcohol on his lips seemed to work through the skin, making Feng Zhou's originally sober brain confused.

Who is drunk?He thought, am I drunk again?

After Yu Shaochun kissed him, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong, he still leaned on him quietly, his eyes narrowed slightly, gentle and affectionate, they looked extraordinarily bright in the dark, like living in a crescent moon.

Feng Zhou lowered his head in a hurry, grabbed his thumb and pressed it on the phone screen to unlock it, trying to find out if there was a phone number of Shen Yingying or his other family members.

After the lock screen was unlocked, the QQ interface that I hadn't closed in time popped up, and the red dots in the column of "Associated Accounts" that were pinned to the top, which marked unread messages, were particularly conspicuous in the dark.

He seemed to never know what Yu Shaochun's QQ was, and Yu Shaochun never told him.

Feng Zhou accidentally opened the "related account", his eyes widened suddenly, and his chaotic mind exploded completely——

The nickname of Yu Shaochun's only associated account is actually called "I am your life".

Feng Zhouke, the name of this series of Martian texts, is too familiar.

Trembling, he took out his mobile phone, found the little girl who had been chatting with him online, and clicked on the data card.

The QQ number is the same, the avatar is the same, and the signature is the same.

Why are they connected?What is their relationship?

Could the girl Yu Shaochun likes be this "I am your life"?Or......

He is "I am your life" himself?

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