Teen Priceless

The author has something to say: 1. This time, for the sake of survival, I really typed up the copywriting that is not my habit (it may be changed later). Everyone really carefully cleared mines according to the main points.

Boys, young years.

A proper noun that is only used in adolescence, especially with a little Japanese bubble feeling; to pronounce these two words well, your mouth needs to be grinned, and the arc of the corners of the lips is raised, showing a little clean Clean, white teeth that have never been drunk or smoked, the corners of the eyes are slightly curved, and there is a little broken water inside, which is quite transparent, but when the voice is spoken, it is like chanting, so light and happy, as if through the air Show the bravest, most straightforward and most unreserved smile to the years.

Such a good thing, why do so many male creatures pretend to have it and lose it so hypocritically and artificially?Don't wait until your return, these things are too good and too far away for you.

After adolescence, a little later, boys will be referred to as men, and more common self-terms are Lao Tzu, your father, Wu Yanzu of xx, those who used to be "my young man", "my king", and "xx adults", as if Graduating fearlessly from second grade, going to work, losing hair, gaining weight, and eventually becoming a social animal.

Ah sorry, or maybe a social animal.

Those boys who give lectures, draw auxiliary lines neatly, even if they are not outstanding, can be confessed by a blushing girl in a sunset after school; A basketball, either running around in the corridor chattering, or a boy sleeping on the table with one arm under his head; those names are always written down in the diary, and the beautiful and clean hem of the clothes passes by the door of countless classrooms, many The boy who will be teased and ridiculed by the reborn girls at the class reunion years later...

Obviously all things are growing and aging, why is the cycle of youth particularly short?

——These boys who are at the top of the list, growing at joints, running on the sports field, sitting on the roof, riding bicycles, soaking in the rain, biting pens, and spinning basketballs, these beautiful, clean, and vivid boys , taciturn, boys with faces as rich as watercolors, where have they all gone?

Where did you go?

Zhu Yao closed the magazine with a bang, took out the English dictionary indifferently from her pocket, and seized the opportunity to recite two uncommon foreign nouns.

It's a real waste of time looking at stuff like this, even when you're on the toilet.

Zhu Yao returned to the classroom, walked to his seat, and returned to the ecological status quo of contemporary male high school students. The sour romance in the magazine just now jumped into his mind. The corner of his eye twitched, and he saw his deskmate stretching his arms like The monkey, scratching its head and ear, is struggling to stretch its neck, and is trying to stack up layers of arhats with rubber picked up from around.

The name of this majestic building is already listed on the sign folded out of paper next to it: Antalya Swan Castle.

Zhu Yao took a closer look, and there was still his in the eraser.

He threw the magazine on the table expressionlessly, and Ning Sizhou's towering tower collapsed.He wailed, turned his head, and looked at the culprit in disbelief.

Zhu Yao didn't want to pay for his fantasy crystal castle, so he stared back coldly.

Ning Sizhou took a breath, tried hard to hold back the swear words, and showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and said embarrassingly: "Yaoyao, you are back..."

The magazine that was thrown on the table returned to its proper place again, Ning Sizhou covered his head that was smashed, and heard Zhu Yao's emotionless voice: "Call your name."

Sitting in her seat, Zhu Yao sighed tiredly, and stared at the clock in the classroom, it was 5 minutes before the bell rang.

The disturbing level of the toilet reading materials was beyond imagination, and this pretentious text gave him a little indigestion.

Anyway, there was nothing to do, Zhu Yao was bored, and with the remaining human nature, he looked around the surroundings filled with "youth overflowing".

……

Zhu Yao's eyelids hurt, and she couldn't bear to look directly and turned to the window.

Oh, didn't the magazines that hurt spring and autumn ask where they went?

Here it is.

Zhu Yao sighed softly and looked out the window alone.

What are the children thinking now, Zhu Yan feels stomach ache when thinking of that misplaced magazine, Zhu Yan, this little girl with no hair yet, does she want to fall in love too?

Because of family and personality reasons, Zhu Yao, who is more than seventeen and under eighteen, has already possessed an extraordinary precocity. Although she is just young, she can understand the timeliness of time.

He rested his chin and looked out the window, thinking boredly, the editor sister of the magazine might be a girl until she died, she was hurt like this by the men in the modern society, and she had to beautify them eight times with the soft light filter in memory.

He mourned for these sisters sympathetically, look, the boys who lived in your fantasy years that were both tender and amazing, they were such a group of idiots in their youth.

And these people will eventually be successfully promoted to the ranks of Chinese men, and those who are better will become normal people, and those who are not so good will be the source of happiness for your 5G life.

Ordinary and confident.Zhu Yao thought to herself, I go online, I understand.

He proudly nodded and praised himself in his heart, but the superposition of countless angry female voices flashed in his mind, which were the youthful fragments he imagined belonged to girls.

Those voices were full of grief and indignation, complaining like weeping—"Is there really no one?! Do you want to look for it?"

Zhu Yao was taken aback by his own brain, and said to himself: "You don't give up? Then let me try..."

He reluctantly rolled his eyes, held back his extreme disgust, turned his head in humiliation, and glanced at his deskmate.

Two seconds later, Zhu Yao indifferently drew a cross in his mind:

This is not good, I have been in this world for so many years, but anyone with a little bit of talent should not live like this.

To be honest, Ning Sizhou actually has an acceptable appearance, with clear features and fair skin. If the so-called youthful feeling is tender and small, then Zhu Yao can barely pass the light for him.

But Zhu Yao thinks that this is mainly due to his being too stinky, and it is hard to say that he is not old for a boy with so many clothes.

Ning Sizhou wears an iron school uniform jacket all the year round, and a flowing white shirt inside, as simple as possible, looks very pure and unaffected.

Zhu Yao used to think that he had no money to change clothes, and she was moved with sympathy, but later found out that the young master had never worn heavy clothes——

The details of the white shirt are subtle and noble, but they are all bright and light. Although they are clean and well-regulated, Ning Sizhou never closes the cuffs properly. As long as he does not wear a coat, his sleeves will always be It was held at the elbow, showing a part of the wrist that wanted to be concealed.

Even if it is a few degrees below zero in winter.

But in the unpretentious early summer season, the pretentious clothes are lightly worn on clean boys like this, which really makes a bastard like Ning Sizhou included in the aging letter of youth.

It's a pity that Ning Sizhou's insides are really wrong - this person is usually either building his magic fairy castle with rubber or playing Shining Nuan Nuan, and he always thinks he is well hidden in class and stares at K The little boy shrugged his shoulders and let out a weird giggle.

Zhu Yao has a shadow in his heart, thinking that he is really like a noisy old hen.

Turning her head with a trace of inhumane sorrow, Zhu Yao's eyes naturally fell on the tall boy in front of him who was cleaning the blackboard in a hurry.The sound of crossing in his mind sounded like an electric shock, and he thought coldly:

This doesn't work either, the brain hasn't grown up yet.

Generally speaking, the tallest person in a class is not necessarily a sports committee member, but Zhu Yao's class just confirmed this rule.

Peng Yu's net height is 1.9 meters, and all the boys in the class know it, but no one wants to recall how they know it.

Peng Yu, who has a cropped head, is tall and thin, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and tanned skin, which can be seen as a physical athlete-generally speaking, he is very sunny, vigorous, and very energetic.

But Zhu Yao thought indifferently, what's the use of this?Being too tall will inevitably lead to difficulties in oxygen delivery. The brain lacks oxygen supply for a long time, and the IQ is diluted to almost nothing but water.

Once the school organized a physical examination, a row of boys lined up in front of the health room like ghosts and ghosts.It was Peng Yu's turn to measure his height and weight. Seeing that he was overdressed, the doctor kindly asked him to take off his clothes before standing on the scale.

In this way, Peng Yu took off his sweater without hindrance in front of everyone, revealing the thermal vest worn outside the shirt. Although the bright red color was only in sight for a few seconds, it would take a lifetime for everyone to heal.

The most frightening thing was that the crit didn't stop there. When Peng Yu raised his hand, the waistband of his trousers fell down due to his stomach tightening, but the side of the underwear exposed was very fashionable, because it was the same red color as the vest.

This incident was mercilessly ridiculed by someone who escaped the medical examination on the pretext of having a cold that night, but Peng Yu was neither humble nor arrogant, flattered or humiliated. This year is my birth year.

Zhu Yao, who was watching the screen silently, pressed the lock screen button distressedly.

I don't know if I skipped the fifth grade after graduating from elementary school or stayed in the second grade for seven years in the second year of high school. It's really worrying.

"Ding——" the class bell rang at the right time, and Zhu Yao withdrew from the meaningless daily theater in her mind, and her eyes became quiet almost immediately.

Suddenly, there was a harsh and violent sound from the back door, as if it had been kicked open.

The door was a little old, and the swaying creaking sound combined with the last lingering rhyme of the bell, like the air vibrating its wings in light and dust, swung gently in Zhu Yao's mind twice as if winding around a beam.

Zhu Yao smelled a plum, turned around, and saw the person who entered the classroom stepping on the bell——

The boy who came in was only slightly younger than Peng Yu, and even whiter than Ning Sizhou.His school uniform was left open, and inside was a black T-shirt with huge English letters printed on it. Due to the lifting of his feet, it was now being loosely folded at the waistline, revealing a few folds that had been absorbed into the shadows. mark.

The boy frowned, as if very unhappy, completely unaware of the noise scene he made, and just stared hard at the wooden door that had been kicked out of a crack by him.

Zhu Yao looked at the letters on the boy's clothes, uck... the first letter was hidden in the school uniform.

He thought silently, okay, it's you.

"Yu Shengyang—you're late again!!! What are you doing?!" Teacher Li, the class teacher standing on the podium, roared to the back.

The boy at the door raised his head lightly, expressionless, and his eyes stuck to his door again.

Zhu Yao could almost see a row of exclamation marks proficiently lit up in everyone's mind, as if they were all lamenting that the school grass really pulled it off so consistently, and they worked so hard when they just came back.

But Zhu Yao thinks, you really misunderstood him, the school grass probably didn't want to raise an argument deliberately, because his brain can't turn complicated turns, and he can't do two things at the same time.

Yu Shengyang just used his unique and brain-dead way to habitually pretend to be coercive, and he might have question marks in his heart why the teacher called him by his name again.

Zhu Yao's mind suddenly started to sound like an alarm, and a huge female voice screamed in the brainwaves that can only be seen in star chasing scenes: ——What about this———! !

Zhu Yao got stuck for a rare moment, and didn't reply immediately that she couldn't, but calmly retorted after a while: Let's forget about this.

Yu Shengyang was forced by his class teacher to dye his head back before the start of this semester. He changed from a very Japanese blond boy to a shockingly beautiful black hair like ink, but this didn't make him look any better.

Seeing that Yu Shengyang didn't speak and didn't bother to scold him in class, the teacher told him to get back to his seat quickly.

But Yu Shengyang didn't seem to notice it, still frowning, just a few steps away, he walked like a bgm with drums.

But Zhu Yao clearly saw that the thin bangs after cutting betrayed the domineering aura of the idiot school grass, and they were almost beautifully adorned on the forehead.

Zhu Yao heard the chair behind him being unceremoniously pulled away. It was a sharp friction, but when he thought of the boy who walked in from the light just now, he felt as if a pen had drawn a rebellious line on the horizontal page. black line.

Yu Shengyang sat obliquely behind Zhu Yao, and Zhu Yao felt a sudden gust of wind outside the window.

He turned his head, and saw that beautiful lock of black hair just now was blown up by the sudden air circulation, as if unwilling to break away from the current time and space and go to a farther place.

The girls sitting in several rows in front of them turned their heads and stared at the last row of the classroom where the breeze was blowing without blinking.Zhu Yao looked at them expressionlessly, still struggling to think, that's all...

He resisted stubbornly in his heart, but it seemed that he couldn't cover the huge voice of doubt in his mind.

Yu Shengyang has a very foul face, which is his innate talent and does not follow the subjective shift.

Strictly speaking, his sharp edges and corners have been freed from youthfulness. He is tall and long-legged, with clear eyebrows, and he is so handsome that no one can deny it.

Zhu Yao thinks that Yu Shengyang has a pair of very deceptive eyes, the eyes are the most outstanding part of his body, because they are very dark, pure without any impurities, they look moist and serious, and they don't match him at all. Strictly speaking, although it is not particularly big, but the corners of the eyes are very wide, with a hint of indifferent heroism.

According to Zhu Yao's limited number of observations, Yu Shengyang likes to blink his eyes when he speaks, as if subconsciously, which will more or less destroy the high-cold aura he created by himself, but the eyelashes are indeed as long as the wings of small insects, and also like the wings of crows. Feather-like black.

Yu Shengyang is also a young master, there is no soap-scented shirt cuffs that are washed white, but now everyone doesn't seem to pay attention to this.

A large part of the youth of high school boys is composed of sneakers.Zhu Yao stared blankly at the boy who was sitting in the last row by the window, with the words "I'm so cool", "But don't look at me" and "I'm annoying" written all over his body with his life, the corners of his eyes twitched , I found that he seemed to have changed his shoes again.

At this moment, Yu Chengyang, who seemed to realize that someone was finally coveting his new shoes, reacted very quickly, and immediately glared sharply in the direction of his gaze.

Zhu Yao twitched the corner of her mouth speechlessly, and immediately remembered the nature of this guy, wondering if she should be so cold and happy, you really understand.

He immediately tensed up his inscrutable expression, turned a blind eye to Yu Chengyang's provocative eyebrows, and calmly looked away.

The teacher had already started the lecture, Zhu Yao thought about it for a few seconds, and compromised indifferently.

The voice of doubt in the small theater in my head suddenly disappeared without a trace in the friction of the chalk.

He thought, if you say yes, then so be it.

Zhu Yao is not blind, he can frankly admit that Yu Shengyang is indeed a beautiful boy, but he feels that it may not be appropriate to describe this person as beautiful, and it is more appropriate to look good, because Yu Shengyang is like a plant, far less fragile than beauty.

He remembered that there was a girl in the class who was aspiring to literature and art. She once got rid of the vulgar and vulgar tastes, and admired Yu Shengyang's school grass very metaphysically. There is a hint of cold and clean rain.

Thinking of this description, Zhu Yao felt a little chilly and clutched her stomach.

He thought to himself, although I don't understand you very well, I have eyes.

There is indeed a boy here.