Five years simulation three years first

Tan Yuanzhao took a lunch break and called Yu Shaochun to the office.

He originally thought that Yu Shaochun would procrastinate and be reluctant, but he didn't expect that he would report at the door of the office not long after the bell rang.Correct attitude, positive action, like a qualified three-good citizen.

Tan Yuanzhao had just opened the instant noodle bucket, but in desperation he could only wave to him: "Come, sit down."

Yu Shaochun sat opposite him, with his legs casually placed on the shelf next to him, and he made a serious expression asking for advice: "Teacher, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Don't do this with me," Tan Yuanzhao said with a smile, "It's fine as usual, but I still feel scary when you are so polite."

Yu Shaochun immediately responded with kindness: "Old Tan, then I will not be polite. If you have something to say, say it quickly and let me go back to catch up on sleep."

"You..." Tan Yuanzhao considered his words, "What kind of person do you think Feng Zhou is?"

Yu Shaochun pretended to think seriously for a moment, and changed his face to put on an expression of deep hatred: "Cruel and ruthless barbarian? The number one killer of good order in the classroom?"

Tan Yuanzhao obviously didn't believe it: "Really?"

"Of course it's true," Yu Shaochun said nonchalantly to him without changing his face, "When we meet, we will definitely be hit by landslides and ground torn apart. .”

"That was before, you two have a very good relationship now, don't think I don't know."

Tan Yuanzhao comforted him: "I didn't mean to criticize him or want you to give me a small report. The teacher is not that kind of person. I just want to know about Feng Zhou in your eyes."

Yu Shaochun took off his legs and sat up straight: "I think Feng Zhou is a very gentle and lovely person."

"Really?" Tan Yuanzhao followed the temptation, "Don't you think he is a little strange occasionally? For example..."

Yu Shaochun interrupted him, and the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a bit of displeasure: "Old Tan, which aspect of the strangeness are you referring to?"

"That's right," Tan Yuanzhao frowned and thought for a long time, finally sighed and shook his head, "I don't think he is strange, but I have known him for more than ten years, and occasionally when he chatted with me, he would always say that others think he is Weird."

Yu Shaochun seemed to be relieved, and patted him on the shoulder without hesitation: "I knew you were not such a person, Old Tan, you really lived up to my expectations."

Tan Yuanzhao pulled his hand down: "Can you respect the teacher once in a while?"

Yu Shaochun took his hand down obediently: "So?"

"So has he done anything radical recently?" Tan Yuanzhao asked, "For example, he was suddenly emotional, suddenly depressed, unable to control his anger, etc."

"You want to ask this because of what happened yesterday?"

Tan Yuanzhao scratched his head: "That's right, because he was considered a relatively gentle child in my eyes before. I think it's quite surprising that he did such a thing yesterday."

"Did it ever occur to you that that was his original character?"

"I know what you want to say," Tan Yuanzhao said, "but you don't know his family situation."

"His mother is very strong and has been high-pressure education for so many years. I am afraid that Feng Zhou's rebellious period will rebound too badly and hurt myself."

Yu Shaochun blinked, and was surprised to find that he had said something he had overlooked.

He used to only encourage Feng Zhou to let him resist and get out of the shadow of his childhood, but he never thought that this kind of resistance might hurt the enemy one thousand and himself eight hundred.

"I've known him for five or six years." Tan Yuanzhao narrowed his eyes and recalled the past, "Looking at him is like looking at half a younger brother. When I was fourteen or five years old, I took a high school chemistry textbook and asked me what is an organic compound? Inorganic matter is very precocious, but it is also very lonely, and no child wants to play with him."

"Feng Zhou didn't make many friends before. After the division, he has the best relationship with you except Chen Si. Chen Si doesn't even understand himself. Help me watch Feng Zhou, and pull him if you can."

Yu Shaochun assured him: "Don't worry, Old Tan, I will definitely not let him have an accident. What do you think if an accident happens to him?"

...obviously not.

Tan Yuanzhao glared at him: "Don't be indifferent every day, prepare well for going abroad, do you hear me?"

Yu Shaochun was so perfunctory that he didn't answer at all, he just closed the door and left.

***

When Yu Shaochun returned to the class, it was already nap time, and everyone was lying on the table to rest quietly, only the fan in front of the classroom was spinning "squeaky".

He quietly touched his seat: "Xiao Feng, why don't you sleep?"

"Not sleepy," Feng Zhou said, "What did Lao Tan ask you for?"

Yu Shaochun lied casually to him: "Let me guard against arrogance and impetuosity and try to surpass you by twenty points next time."

Feng Zhou sneered: "Dream, I'm almost twenty points ahead of you."

He took out a piece of paper from a stack of books next to him: "I made a lot of mistakes in the English test yesterday, so you can see for yourself where you made mistakes."

Yu Shaochun pretended not to hear, lay down on the table and grabbed his hand: "Don't look."

"Like it or not."

Feng Zhou let him make trouble, and continued to look down at the math problem.

Yu Shaochun kept tilting his head to look at him, without saying a word.

"Don't look at me."

"Why don't you let me watch it?" Yu Shaochun said confidently, "Can't you look at your boyfriend openly and can only peek? Is there such a thing in broad daylight?"

Feng Zhou asked himself that he was not as thick-skinned as Yu Shaochun, so he could only shut up and not give him a chance to pick up the slack.

Unexpectedly, this person not only looked at it, but also did it. He took a headset and pushed the hair from his ear into it.

"I don't listen."

"Listen with me," Yu Shaochun said, "I'm going to sleep."

Feng Zhou ticked off three wrong options: "Then go to sleep."

"Guess what I'm thinking?"

Feng Zhou felt that he was very secretive today, and wanted to interrupt the conversation coldly: "Don't guess."

"I wish I had met you sooner." Yu Shaochun buried his head in his arms, only showing a pair of smiling eyes, "then I will take you back to my house and become Shen Yingying's godson."

Feng Zhou said "Oh".

"You will have a share of what I have, and Yu Sixuan is not the only one who troubles me. When we go home together after school, if someone bullies you, I will beat him up for you."

Feng Zhou laughed: "Who is beating whom?"

"I'll beat him up," Yu Shaochun whispered, "I'll beat anyone who bullies you. Only I can bully you."

"childish."

"Anyway, if only I could stay by your side all the time, you won't, won't..."

It won't be so painful to live.

Feng Zhou waited - he didn't wait for his next sentence, turned his head to look, and found that the boy was still holding his hand, closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

The slow shaking in the earphones was sad and affectionate, and the female voice sang in a low voice, as if she was talking love to someone.Time also seems to be slowing down in the chords of the guitar, with the sunlight that quietly climbs up the window frame - squeezed into the room at the same time, entangled - the tenderness of the room.

When the boy fell asleep, his brows were gentle, without the usual flamboyance and banter, even if the peach blossom eyes were closed, there seemed to be small hooks at the end of the eyes.

Feng Zhou looked at it for a long time, and wanted to reach out to touch it by accident, but stopped halfway.

He thought of the passionate and jerky kiss last night, and the sound of his heartbeat was amplified in the silence.

I like him, Feng Zhou thought, so I really like him.

He has never liked anyone, and has never understood what kind of psychological activity the so-called "like" is.

Now Feng Zhou felt as if he understood.

He took off his glasses, and followed Yu Shaochun's example and lay down on the table.The sun was shining warmly, and he looked at Yu Shaochun's side face bathed in the sun, and the slow shaking sound in the earphone became more and more blurred.

For people like Feng Zhou, the greatest love may be to be willing to spare part of his planned time to do unplanned things with the people he cares about.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep unconsciously.

***

Yu Shaochun was awakened by the noise of several people talking in low voices, raised his head with a frown, and the first thing he saw was Feng Zhou sleeping peacefully.

The corner of his mouth was curved, and he was just about to quietly take a photo with his mobile phone to leave evidence, but he felt a chill on his neck, as if a sinister wind unscrupulously got into his collar.

"Who turned on the air conditioner?" Yu Shaochun asked in a low voice.

Li Guohao, who just came back from the stadium, was flushing the toilet—similarly standing at the back of the classroom to drain—bottle after bottle of mineral water: "I opened it, what's the matter, Mr. Yu?"

"You turn on the air conditioner only in May?" Yu Shaochun threw a piece of draft paper into a ball and just hit Li Guohao on the head, "How do you live in June and July?"

Li Guohao showed him that he was sweating profusely: "Mr. Yu, look, the air conditioner will die if you don't turn on it."

— A group of people who escaped their lunch break to play basketball stood in a row — the cold wind blowing in the back, the basketball clothes were all wet, it seemed that it was really crazy hot.

Yu Shaochun glanced at Feng Zhou who was still awake: "How often do you drive?"

"24 degrees."

"It's really anti-freeze," Yu Shaochun said "tsk", "Be careful of catching a cold, give me the remote control."

Li Guohao handed him the remote control, and he raised his hand to raise the temperature to 26 degrees.

"Mr. Yu, we are really hot," Li Guohao said, "I have a friend who wants to turn on the 24-degree air conditioner before he dies."

His friend stretched out his leg and gave him a foot.

Yu Shaochun ruthlessly rejected him: "No."

He picked up his school uniform jacket that was draped over the back of the chair, and gently covered Feng Zhou: "Xiao Feng is not awake yet, he is prone to catch a cold."

Li Guohao was stunned for a moment, inexplicably feeling as if he had been shown: "Then..."

"When he wakes up, how many degrees do you want to play?" Yu Shaochun stuffed the remote control into the table hole, lowered his head and turned over the phone, "Don't talk until he wakes up, I have to be responsible for the health of the first grader."

Li Guohao felt that he was really at a loss, so he could only continue to stand at the back of the classroom and forcefully blow on the 26-degree air conditioner, but while blowing on it, he found that something seemed wrong.

Are Mr. Yu and Feng Xueba listening to music with a headset?

He yelled at Tang Qian who was next to him: "What do you mean you can use a headset to listen to music?"

Tang Qian was pouring mineral water on his head. After hearing his question, he thought about it seriously—"Is this... a good friend relationship?"

"Really?" Li Guohao seemed to feel that something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong, "Or maybe there is something else related?"

"What else does it matter? Isn't a good song meant to be shared with good friends?"

After he finished speaking, he slipped to the back door to steal the ice cream he bought back, leaving Li Guohao alone standing there in a daze.

He thought for a while, nodded, and said to himself: "This seems to make sense."

The author has something to say: two knowledge points per day

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