High school science students save the world

Coming out of the newly painted canteen, Yang Yan weighed the potato chips in his hand, frowned with some pain, and said, "Communist Party Secretary, let's discuss something, can I get reimbursed for my potato chips."

Qin Zheng raised his eyebrows.

Yang Yan unpacked it solemnly, and handed over a piece—more than half of his body was broken: "You said that I sacrificed myself for the cause of human health and development, and made arduous attempts on junk food. Could such a great achievement not be enough?" In exchange for a little request?"

After speaking, he sighed again, touched the meal card, and put it in his trouser pocket: "Nine yuan!"

Tan Zheng unscrewed the cap of the two-piece water bottle of Nongfu Spring, smiled lightly, and did not speak.

Yang Yan ate potato chips in one hand, and squeezed a small bag of Wangzai steamed buns in the other. He bent down from time to time, put his mouth to the mouth of the bottle, and took a few sips of water.Even his dark circles seemed to have become a little cuter, and he lived a leisurely and happy life, making people want to kick his ass twice.

Probably God couldn't understand this lowly appearance, a small black dot suddenly appeared out of thin air on the concrete floor, and continued to enlarge, and the landing point was facing Yang Yan's head.

Yang Yan was like a little snake standing upright. Whenever there was a turmoil, he took a few steps back quickly and silently in an extremely uncoordinated movement, and the basketball almost brushed against his sleeve.

Tan Zheng staggered, and immediately spilled a lot, and he didn't care. He strode over to check on Yang Yan's situation, and patted him on the back nervously: "Are you injured?! Are you okay?"

Yang Yan waved his hand indifferently, and kicked the basketball flying out of the basketball court into it, drawing a round arc in the sky.

The tall man who caught the basketball touched his face with his jersey, and thanked him in a raised voice: "Thank you! Are you okay!"

Yang Yan replied that it was all right, turned around and said mysteriously: "I was shocked! Fortunately, I reacted quickly. I usually can't run 1000 meters. I almost failed last time!"

Qin Zheng frowned, and took the potato chips from his hand: "Concentrate on walking on the road, and eat after returning to the classroom."

Yang Yan responded, but his hands were dishonest, as if he was used to being a skilled worker, he poked out his claws, clamped two fingers, and stuffed it into his mouth, fearing that someone would chase him, so he took the first step and ran away before Qin Zheng could react. stand up.

Tan Zheng sighed and followed behind him slowly.

When Tan Zheng returned to the classroom, Yang Yan was staring intently at the back table, as if looking at some exquisite artwork carefully and looking forward to it.

Although the person at the back table looked like a wretched dick, he was good at peeling apples with one hand, and he kept turning his hands while talking with Yang Yan, his skin was thin but he didn't stop.

After cutting, everything is two, half for one person.

A large piece of the back table was sucked in, and the tongue was stirred with difficulty, but he continued to speak persistently: "You mean what you say, help me with my physics homework."

Tan Zhengqi asked, "Isn't physics a review of last semester's stuff today?"

The back desk nodded: "That's right, but I only got 22 in the physics exam at the end of the semester! 22! What a fucking second!

Yang Yan interrupted and asked, "Then why did you still choose science?"

There was a look of grief on the face of the back table: "Science ranks 702, liberal arts ranks 701, which one do you think I should choose?"

Yang Yan was silent.

After a while, he said reassuringly: "It's okay, I'll help you with the physics." Tan Zheng looked up at him, and he immediately added: "The process of solving the problem is attached."

That being said, the physics assigned in the morning didn't move at all, and the class was one after another, and the homework was still twice that of the first year of high school.

In the last self-study class, the English teacher walked in wearing ten-centimeter high heels and said, "After half an hour, I dictated the words in the previous book. I made a mistake... I copied your shift."

Oh, they are class 12...

Damn.

The three self-study classes in the evening were fully filled, Yang Yan finished his physics homework, glanced at the wall clock, it was ten minutes past nine, and it would be over in 10 minutes.

He looked outside to confirm that there was no teacher on duty who was elusive, and then passed the physics homework to the back: "I won't do it for you, you can read it yourself, it's all written here."

The back table cursed with a suppressed voice: "Fuck! Your sister! I can't understand your words!"

The person in front had already turned around, and he flicked the fountain pen a few times behind him, but he didn't dare to poke it, so he squinted his eyes to ponder those ghostly symbols.

In 10 minutes, I did four questions, and there are twelve more questions behind.

Yang Yan had already grabbed his schoolbag and went to the dormitory with Qin Zheng. The back table was busy arranging the schoolbag. The papers were jammed all over, and the zipper was unzipped. He jumped downstairs in three steps.

The second year of high school had just started, and the dormitory was still the same as the first year of high school, and they moved in on the [-]th. It happened that the back table and Yang Yan's dormitory were very close, only three dormitories were separated.

Jumping from the back table to Yang Yan's dormitory, lamenting how few people there are in the dormitory, he touched his bed with envy and hatred.

Yang Yan asked him impatiently what's the matter.

The momentum at the back table weakened subtly for a few seconds, and he looked like some kind of idiot who likes to spit bubbles for nothing, and said with a mean smile without a long memory: "Me? Don't worry, help me get the physics done first. "

Yang Yan rolled his eyes: "Can't you just copy it?"

The back table smiled and showed two big dies: "You ate my apple."

Yang Yan heaved a sigh, and said that he would not have eaten the golden apple if he knew it earlier, and his teeth still hurt after eating it, so the appointed person took it and copied it.

The two of them got in the way in the dormitory, so they were driven to the balcony.

Yang Yan lowered his head and copied his homework, but he looked at the girls' dormitory opposite him at the back table, trying to discover some exciting and unbearable secrets.

If Yang Yan knew, he would definitely tell him that even if these flat-chested girls are worth looking at, they will only be like Miss Sadako and the forbidden woman in the middle of the night.

But it's too late.

The back table suddenly poked Yang Yan's arm, with a strange voice: "Hey... what do you think they are doing?"

"Don't bother."

Yang Yan frowned and raised his head. The balcony opposite was not lit, only the dim light of the incandescent lamp was shining in the room, and the balcony was dark.

Yang Yan squinted his eyes, his contact lenses were equipped with 1.2, his eyesight was much better than that of the person next to him who was pseudo-myopic and didn't wear glasses.The laundry on the opposite balcony was full of laundry, one girl turned her back to them, and the other stood under the pile of hanging clothes, regardless of the fact that the trouser legs would mess up the hairstyle on her head.

Because she no longer has a hairstyle.

Or rather, she has no head.

A piece of the girl's head was cut off—the red and white things in the skull popped out, which seemed to be a psychological effect, and the little bits of brains stained on the clothes seemed to be smelled from a long distance away. There was a fishy smell, and the twisted braids that kept dripping down made the girl unable to see the original shape.

Yang Yan's mind froze at that moment, and after about a second or two, he suddenly realized with a pale face, didn't think about anything, and didn't care about the constipated face on the back table, and vomited on the ground with a "wow".

He ate little for dinner and only spit out a little sour water. Yang Yan raised his head tremblingly, just in time to see the girl who turned her back to them and turned her body sideways. Drooling - no, no!It was the red, white and white brains, the girl mechanically moved the muscles around her mouth while laughing—she was chewing!

Yang Yan suddenly understood that the brain was not cut off by others, but bitten off alive!

Goosebumps crawled up his back all of a sudden, a hand was carefully stretched out from the back table, just as he touched it, Yang Yan immediately turned around and knocked off his hand.

The ugly expression on the back table was gone, he gulped down his saliva: "Really...really?"

Yang Yan didn't speak, but suddenly stepped forward and slapped him. There was a "slap", which was so loud that he turned his whole head away.

"How is it?" Yang Yan asked.

The face at the back desk swelled up rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he froze, shook his head numbly, and knelt down on the ground with a plop.

The girl on the opposite balcony seemed to have seen them, walked a few steps closer, and stopped when there was nowhere to go, opened her mouth that hadn't been chewed clean, and suddenly let out a terrible laugh with her tongue.

It was like the scream of a young girl and the strange laugh of an old woman with a hook nose; a sharp awl pierced into the meat and a rusty hatchet creaked into the meat, and the sound of minced meat flew out.They had never heard such a fusion of two extreme voices.

nausea!Really, the teeth are going to be acidified!

Yang Yan also knelt down. Xia Tian's trousers were very thin, and the acid water on them penetrated through the fabric, like wet marks left by a big tongue licking. The strength of his limbs was instantly pulled away, and he fell on the balcony on the glass door.

However, following the girl's laughter, it seemed to be a signal, and the laughter continued, resounding in the hot and humid summer night.

Yang Yan felt a tremor in his back, he turned his head in despair, and saw the person who slept with him, the corners of his mouth were grinning below his eyes, his bright red tongue stuck to the glass sticky, screaming and laughing, as if he wanted to bite through the glass Drop his fragile skull.

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