Rules of being in love

The midsummer with the sound of cicadas came to an end at the same time as the school season came.

The first two weeks of school are the busiest.

After the cleaning was over on Monday, several students from the Discipline Inspection Committee gathered in the corner of the teaching building to assign the next tasks after checking the public areas.

"...someone has a cold and asked for leave, and the one who is late for the gatekeeper today is one more late."

Holding a few mobile red flags in his hand, Han Yue looked at their class schedule records, and after some consideration, he raised his head to look at Wen Bieyan, with gentle eyes: "Ah Yan, today is Monday, only you have self-study Chinese early, it's convenient Can you replace the classmate who asked for leave?"

Wen Bieyan had no objection, and nodded in agreement: "Yes."

"Okay." Han Yue laughed, handed him the bottom record booklet, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Then I'll trouble you." He sighed lamentably: "I still have to go Each class distributes mobile red flags, and those upstairs and downstairs are tired of thinking about it."

Wen Bieyan took the brochure, said hard work, and after the bell for morning self-study rang, he followed the other two to the school gate.

The self-study in No. [-] Middle School starts at [-]:[-], and now it is [-]:[-] past [-]:[-], anyone who comes in after this time will be considered late.

In less than 10 minutes, five names have been recorded.

The only girl among the three had nothing to do and compared their information, she couldn't help shaking her head and sighed: "Four of the five are from class seven, it's really miserable, it seems that this time their overall class score will suffer again."

The collective score is counted once a week, with a full score of [-], including two major aspects of hygiene and attendance.

Each class’s area sanitation is not up to standard, or there is a phenomenon of lateness, which will be deducted from the collective score. The liquidation day is the next Monday, and the class with the lowest collective score, the new week’s flag-raising ceremony is undoubtedly a public execution for them.

"Normal." Another boy raised his eyebrows and said, "Their class is the worst in the science class in the second grade of high school. Half of them are sports students, and their grades are not good. Why do they care about it?"

These words were not to be listened to, Wen Bieyan glanced at him, and frowned slightly: "Don't say such things, training in physical education is not as easy as ours in class."

The boy gave an insincere oh, apparently not paying attention: "I'm just talking casually, and it's true that their overall score difference is true, I didn't wrong them."

It's okay to talk about it casually, but I'm afraid that he really feels that he can look down on others with his status as a cultural student, and speak ill of others behind his back.

Wen Bieyan frowned even tighter.

Sensitively, the girl realized that the atmosphere was not right. She blamed herself for bringing up this topic and at the same time quickly smoothed things over: "It's fine if no one in our class is late. The high and low scores of Class [-] are their business, so let's stop—"

"Hey! The students at the gate hurry up and give way! Make way! I'm in a hurry to reincarnate!!"

The girl's words were interrupted by a burst of hasty shouts, and accompanied by the jingling of the car bell, the owner of the voice yelled loudly all the way on a bicycle.

The pedals are spinning, the hem of the coat is blowing up in the wind, the wheels are wrapped in fallen leaves and rolled up behind the ground to a height of less than three inches, and they are scattered in all directions.

It is indeed appropriate to say that it is rushing to reincarnate.

The girl took two steps back subconsciously, and only remembered her responsibility when the front wheel of the boy's bicycle rushed into the school gate.

But before she could make a move, someone had already stepped forward before her, with a cold face, raised her arms and blocked the bicycle in front of her.

Tick ​​-

The brakes were applied too quickly, and the bicycle wheels rubbed against the ground with a long and harsh sound.

The boy did not resist the force of inertia and directly left the car seat with his buttocks, and his feet landed on the ground

With a "hey" sound, he jumped forward several times, using both the handbrake and the footbrake, until his shoulder almost hit Wen Bieyan's arm, and finally the brakes succeeded.

This messy meal didn't seem like being late, but more like arresting a fugitive.

The girl felt goosebumps on her arms at the sound.

He rubbed his hands in two hisses, and sighed secretly, good guy, riding Hot Wheels is so hot.

He opened the latest page of the record book and was about to hand it up, but he paused after looking up at the owner of Hot Wheels, and even the other party rolled his eyes.

On the other end is the sun that has just emerged from the thick clouds.

The boy happened to have his back to the direction of the sunrise, half of his sharp-edged face was sprinkled with morning light, his eye sockets were rare and deep, the tails of his long and narrow eyes curled up in a curved arc, and the corners of his mouth were loosely raised. The fluff is clearly visible.

It is worthy of being an alpha who can kill the entire forum with a single face at the beginning of high school. This face is really resistant to attack, no matter where it is placed, it will be a full-value critical hit.

The girl who was caged in the shadows was out of breath for two beats.

The glands at the back of the neck twitched uncontrollably, as if the pheromones that had been covered up by the three layers of blocker she sprayed this morning were about to be hooked out.

However, the other party didn't realize it, and laughed flamboyantly without restraint: "Student, I'm only late for less than half an hour. Doesn't it mean I'm not late if I round it up?"

In fact, Yu Wei also looked stable like an old dog on the surface, but in fact he panicked.

Old Wang had already warned him for being late last time, if within a month his lateness caused the class to be deducted from the overall mark, every math class would be rolled out of the corridor in the future.

He kept trembling for more than two weeks, but he didn't expect that because he forgot to set the alarm clock before going to bed last night, all his previous efforts were wasted once the boat capsized.

Not wanting to stay in the corridor for the next math class, he could only pin all his hopes on this Buddha, and pray that she would give him a free hand.

Faced with this kind of shameless offensive, the hornet's nest in the girl's head was completely smashed to the bottom.

Fortunately, the sense of responsibility as a member of the student union is still there, and with the remaining two points of reason, he quickly stuffed the record book into Wen Bieyan's hands like a hot potato: "Hey, the people in your class, you should come!"

Seeing the pamphlet controlling his life and death entered Wen Bieyan's hands, the smile on Yu Wei's face froze at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It’s over.

It wasn't that he was pessimistic, the whole school knew that they couldn't get along, and that Wen Bieyan hated him was also known by the whole school, if he wanted to earn a living under his hands, it would basically amount to two words: No way.

Wen Bieyan did not disappoint him, as soon as he got the booklet, he didn't even look at him, he opened the pen cover and buried himself in the record.

The classmates are good at this, they know the basics, and even the steps of asking the name and class are saved.

Before the page was even stained with ink, it was symbolically covered by a large hand with well-defined bones.

"Student, don't be so ruthless."

Yu Wei freed up one hand to hold down the place where he was about to write, and raised the corner of his mouth: "We are all in the same class. Isn't deducting my points the same as deducting yours? Why don't you stop fighting today and close your eyes?" One eye, everyone is happy?"

"Being late, riding a bicycle on campus." Wen Bieyan looked at him expressionlessly: "Two violations, a total of four points."

"..."

Since everyone doesn't deal with it, everyone can be happy, as long as you are not happy, I will be happy.

Although Yu Wei was extremely upset, he still had to bow his head obediently to the fact that the first rank of the official was crushing someone to death.

"My friend, you are forgiving and forgiving. Can you be flexible and not be so brainless?"

Wen Bieyan ignored him.

"People are in the rivers and lakes, there must be a little human touch in everything."

"Take it away." Wen Bieyan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

The other party seemed to give up, and it was rare for him to let go of his hand obediently.

Just as Wen Bieyan was about to continue writing, he caught a glimpse of his wrist suddenly turning in a different direction, stretching straight towards his shoulder.

Just a little bit, the fingertips are about to touch.

Wen Bieyan's subconscious reaction was great, he slapped his backhand away without hesitation, took a step back to distance himself from him, there was undisguised resistance and resistance between his furrowed brows, as if he was some kind of scourge, unwilling to be with him There is a little bit of contact.

"Do not touch me!"

There was a clear snap, and the palms of my hands were a little numb.

Yu Wei, who originally just wanted to get close to him, was stunned for a moment, and when he withdrew his hand, the upward curve of the corner of his mouth also faded.

"Will you die in place if you touch me? Do you want to be so exaggerated, classmate Wen?"

With a snort, he indifferently pulled up the strap of the schoolbag that was about to slide down, and supported the front of the car again: "Okay, it's only 4 points, I don't want it."

Throwing down the broken pot, he turned and left, but within two steps, Wen Bieyan's cold and clear voice sounded from behind: "Also, if you don't wear a school uniform, you will get two points deducted."

"..."

Yu Wei's eyes twitched, he turned his head in disbelief, and tugged at the hem of his school uniform jacket: "Are you blind? Who doesn't wear school uniform anymore?"

"Wearing non-school uniforms is not considered wearing school uniforms." Wen Bieyan lowered his head and wrote Yu Wei's name in a new column, filling in three deduction items, a total of 6 points, which is not a lot.

Yu Wei's face turned green.

"My clothes have been washed and I can't wear them. Is it okay to borrow the ones from the school next door? They all look the same anyway? No one can tell!"

"The logo on the chest is different." Let him be full of nonsense, and he said, "Besides, I can see it."

......!

Nima is sick, right?

Yu Wei held back for a long while, but finally managed not to "rely" out a sound.

Facing the rising sun, he half-closed his eyes and looked at Wen Bieyan, with a half-smiley expression, and fiddled with the car bell with a crisp jingle with his fingers.

"University God, karma, you'd better pray that it doesn't fall into my hands next time, and be careful that I won't let you cry."

Wen Bieyan hummed, her eyes were light, she didn't care: "I'll wait."

Yu Wei turned and left with a stinky face.

The girl next to Wen Bieyan looked at Yu Wei who was drifting away, held his face with one hand and rolled his eyes: "As expected of me, brother Yu, who has been buckled into a naked buttock and can still walk with his back straight, so handsome oh!"

Hearing the sound, Wen Bieyan raised his eyes and glanced, but didn't speak.

On the other hand, the boys who were watching the whole process bumped into Wen Bieyan lightly, and said with a grin: "Ayan, you are too serious, we are all on our own, and Yu Wei is in your class. If you let him go, we will definitely keep it secret. Besides, it’s just a school mark, and you can’t see it if you don’t pay attention.”

"The first person in class 1 to be late was only [-] minute late."

"......what?"

"I will not favor anyone. School rules are school rules. Since their classes can be deducted, our class will not be special."

Wen Bieyan closed the pen cap, turned to look at the stunned boy, with a calm expression: "Every class is the same."