Peripheral vision flooding

After he slapped the Nth mosquito to death, he couldn't take it anymore, and resolutely opened the door, and then there was a cool voice behind him.

"Where are you going? It's late at night." Jiang Zihan yelled subconsciously, and after he finished speaking, he felt that he seemed to be a little too lenient. Who are you?Where do you manage people?

Lin Ziqiu was stunned for a moment, turned around and glanced at Jiang Zihan who was not welcomed by mosquitoes at all, then looked down at the little red envelopes all over his body, he was a little unhappy, and said in a low voice, "I'll borrow mosquito coils."

"Are there mosquitoes?" Jiang Zihan's expression was a little puzzled, because he had never been welcomed by mosquitoes before, and he knew it when he saw the bag on Lin Ziqiu's body.

Lin Ziqiu simply lowered his face: "Yes, I am more popular with them."

Jiang Zihan laughed softly, and nodded as if feeling deeply: "Yes, you are more handsome than me." Lin Ziqiu was very pleased, and his face softened a lot.

"Go and buy a few boxes, there are some in the canteen, not far away." Jiang Zihan suggested, then turned around, put on his coat and went out.

Lin Ziqiu had no choice but to keep up, thinking, let's treat it as a way to digest food. Later, he can go to the playground for a couple of laps, and then go back and take a hot bath for a while.

Lin Ziqiu followed Jiang Zihan, and the more he walked, the more he felt that something was wrong. He took out his phone and looked at it. It's been more than ten minutes and he hasn't arrived yet?

"Didn't you say it's not far? It's been more than ten minutes." Lin Ziqiu expressed reasonable doubts, "You don't know the way, do you?"

Jiang Zihan turned his head and glanced at him, then walked quickly to the canteen in front.Lin Ziqiu paused, yes!How long have people been here?How could it be possible not to know the way?What is he asking?

Shaking his head, he followed quickly.

The commissary is like a small supermarket, it is very big, and it also has services.

"Hello, what would you like to order?"

Jiang Zihan shook his head, pulled out a cart and went in, Lin Ziqiu followed.

"Aren't you buying mosquito coils? What are you doing with the cart?" After asking the words, I realized that I had asked nonsense again. What's the matter?

Sure enough, Jiang Zihan gave him a mentally retarded look, and raised his hand to take the hanging incense.

"Take what you like." Jiang Zihan said as he walked.

"It's a big summer, won't it spoil if you can't finish it? Buy so much?" Lin Ziqiu felt that this question was not useless at all.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Zihan stopped walking, raised his hand to rest on his injured arm, paused for two seconds, and then suddenly pressed down.

"Hiss—" Lin Ziqiu felt the pain, and jumped three feet high to the side, "What are you doing? Are you sick?"

Jiang Zihan replied: "You're not sick, I just want to see if you're still recovering from your illness, or if you just forgot to bring your brain when you went out."

Lin Ziqiu was dumb, what's wrong?Is he wrong?In summer, don't fruits go bad quickly?Can't let go of anything?

But he was a face-saving person, seeing that Jiang Zihan was pushing the cart forward and couldn't ask, so he didn't ask.

Lin Ziqiu deliberately went to carry two boxes of pure milk, and received Jiang Zihan's indescribable eyes: "Are you sure we can take these things back later?"

Lin Ziqiu caressed his forehead, life is not easy, Qiuqiu sighed, drinking some milk, he was troublesome.

In the end, I only carried one box.

In summer, watermelon is one of the essential fruits.

There are also two bunches of grapes.

There are quite a few big bags in total, let alone going to the playground for two laps now, whether he can carry the things back to the dormitory is a problem, okay?

So when he passed the playground, his heart was full of sadness.

After returning to the dormitory, Lin Ziqiu realized why his own problems were unnecessary.Because there was a refrigerator in front of his bed, and he didn't find it after staying all day.

Lin Ziqiu felt a little bit emotional, the headmaster might not be very smart, why is there a refrigerator, a washing machine and everything in the dormitory, except there is no air conditioner?

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Lin Ziqiu went to take a shower first, dried his hair with a hair dryer, and put his clothes in the washing machine.Then Jiang Zihan, Lin Ziqiu realized the convenience of the dormitory for two people, that is, there is no need to rush for time to take a shower.Eldest Young Master Lin was so happy that he felt drowsy and ran over. During his slumber, he seemed to see Jiang Zihan coming out of the bathroom after taking a shower.

Then, he thought of the pain in his arm, and then extended to the thousand-word review.No, he hasn't written his self-criticism yet, and he has to read it tomorrow morning, but although his mind thinks so, whether his body can wake up is another matter.

Jiang Zihan forgot to dry his hair again, water was dripping from the tip of his hair, it was wet, a drop of water dripped into Lin Ziqiu's neck without him noticing, and slid further down.

Jiang Zihan raised his hand, subconsciously wiped it away with his hand, obviously not very strong, but the part of his neck was reddish, he couldn't help thinking, it's so precious.

Lin Ziqiu frowned, he was not a good sleeper, he looked like he was about to wake up, Jiang Zihan hurriedly got up, took out a book guilty of guilt, and pretended to read it.

As expected, Lin Ziqiu really woke up, turned his head to look at Jiang Zihan who was in front of the desk, then closed his eyes again, fell asleep, opened his mouth to remind him that he had put the book backwards, but sleepiness overcame the words in the end, so he didn't say anything.

Jiang Zihan waited for a long time without hearing anything, so he pretended to glance casually, only to realize that the little rabbit had fallen asleep again... No, why is he guilty?He was going to ask Lin Ziqiu to get up and write a self-criticism!But now... sleep soundly...

Sighing, he resigned himself to his fate and stepped forward again, trying to wake him up, but for some reason, he felt a little reluctant, and he didn't know why he was reluctant, or what.

Finally, he didn't disturb Xiao Ziqiu's sleep anymore.

What about the review?He helped write it?But Lao Qi can recognize his characters, can he find a substitute?Lao Qi said that it is not allowed to find a ghostwriter, he will find out...

I thought that there was no good way in the end, and my self-criticism had been written during this period.

Sighed again, I really owe him...

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Meanwhile, the dormitory next door.

"Where are the flowers?" Si Ze's menacing aura fell on the top of his head, and his eyes were also fierce.

Song Jiu was pressed against the wall by him, looked up into his eyes, and chuckled softly: "Throw it away."

The door opened, and it was their roommate. Seeing this scene, he left the dormitory again, and he probably didn't have to come back tonight—he went to his friend downstairs.

"Throw it away?" Si Ze pressed down again, getting very close, Song Jiu turned his head with some discomfort, and hummed lightly.

In an instant, Si Ze suddenly seemed to be being bullied, the coercion dissipated all of a sudden, and the pressure on his hand loosened a little.

"Why did you throw it away? Don't you like it?" He obviously hadn't thrown it away before... The pitiful tone was in huge contrast to before.

Song Jiu sighed helplessly, leaned forward and kissed him on the head: "Do you have eyes? Why don't you put them on the bed. And no more appointments in the morning." After a pause, he explained: " It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s too ostentatious.”

"It wasn't publicity before, but now it's publicity?" Si Ze put his chin on his shoulder in aggrieved manner, and turned his head to look at his bed, well, it's under the quilt.

Song Jiu raised his hand to break free from his restraint, and patted his head: "Well, you can give it away, secretly."

Si Ze hesitated for a moment before nodding: "Okay."

Song Jiu pushed him away: "Alright, did you forget something?"

Si Ze wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, kissed him delicately on the side of his neck, and asked vaguely: "What..."

"Review..." Song Jiu's legs were a little weak from his kiss, and she stretched out her hand to push him away.

Si Ze raised his hand to turn off the light, pushed him onto the bed, and leaned over on top of him: "Don't worry, we'll talk about it tomorrow..."

"Well……"

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When Lin Ziqiu woke up, it was not yet dawn, according to Xia Tian, ​​it looked like four or five o'clock at most.He took out his mobile phone and did a good job. It was only 03:30... When he was wondering if there was something wrong with his biological clock, he saw Jiang Zihan beside him...

"Huh?" He sat up rubbing his eyes, "Why?"

Jiang Zihan touched his nose in embarrassment, and said lightly: "It's nothing."

Who knows what he was thinking just now...

By the way, it is a review.

"Review."

Lin Ziqiu slapped his head, yes!He hasn't written his review yet!Two thousand words!Come in time...

I hurriedly got out of bed and rushed to the desk, took out the draft paper, and wrote the two words "review" smartly, and then I couldn't write anymore.

Ah well, he never wrote this stuff!What to do?How to write?

Jiang Zihan laughed and admired the little rabbit in a daze, and was merciful to save the little rabbit.

He took out the second self-examination, put it in front of Lin Ziqiu, and nodded.

Lin Ziqiu looked up at him suspiciously: "Why?"

Jiang Zihan replied softly and went back to sleep—"Copy."

Lin Ziqiu said oh, he really wrote down his experience, both copies are at hand, cowhide!

Obediently start writing and copying.

It was not the first time for him to read Jiang Zihan's handwriting. A few days ago, when Jiang Zihan gave him lectures, he always wrote some words. Maybe it was an illusion, but he felt that the words of the review today were particularly beautiful.

It's not the kind of graceful style, but rather wild, every stroke is unscrupulous, every stroke is unrestrained, if there is no grid to imprison it, I might go to heaven.

Compared to Lin Ziqiu's words, uh, there is no comparison at all, okay?Lin Ziqiu's writing... How should I put it, to put it nicely, it is written in my own style, and to put it bluntly, it is, what kind of style is this?

Is this a word invented by humans today?It's not that the writing is ugly, it's just that he is the only one in the world who knows what he wrote.

Copying things is always very fast. He put the cap on his pen, glanced at Jiang Zihan who was soundly asleep, set an alarm clock for 05:30, and fell asleep on the desk.

But the question that never crossed his mind was, could they really hear the bell?No, it should be, did he really adjust the voice?then……

The phone rang, it was the phone ringing, and it belonged to Jiang Zihan.

Lin Ziqiu woke up in an instant, and hurriedly turned on the phone, wow, it's seven ten, and the two of them managed to be late.

"Where are you two? Standing in line on the playground to raise the national flag! Lao Qi is in a hurry, hurry up." Zhao Baixian yelled and hung up the phone hastily.

Lin Ziqiu glanced at him, grabbed the self-criticism and ran to the playground, followed by Jiang Zihan.

They strode forward and ran wantonly. You see, even the light couldn't keep up with their speed.

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"Ahem, dear students, I am Zhao Baixian from Class "Fourth" of Senior Two..."

"Ahem, dear students, I am Fu Yan from Class "Fourth" of Senior Two..."

"Ahem, dear students, I'm Chi Zhongli from class "[-]" of the second year of high school..."

"Ahem, dear students, I am Hao Chuan from Class "Fourth" of Senior Two..."

……

The same beginning and the same ending, um, very nice.

As expected, students Lin Ziqiu and Jiang Zihan were late, so they added a few more words at the end of their review.

"It's bad practice to be late, please don't learn from us..."

What if you want to ask Song Jiu and Sze Ze?Let's switch the camera to the dormitory, we can clearly see that on Song Jiu's bed, he is falling asleep, and Sze, who opened his eyes in a daze, suddenly remembered that he was going to study today. review.

And the two of them didn't move a word in their self-criticism.

This is very... um...

So far, the journey of the second year of high school has finally officially begun.