Long Island High School

Everything seemed to be back to the way it was before, and He Wenzhou really didn't have any more ideas about him.He still goes to class, eats and plays as usual, and even drives a Japanese car similar to AE86 - bought by his family for his transportation.He drove his car to a parking lot outside the school, and then walked into the school.Going out early and returning late, occasionally carrying a lot of paint and small buckets.You Xing also followed him.

Everything seemed to never go back to the way it was before. Song Jing seemed to have a radar installed in his mind, and the probe of the radar was fixed on He Wenzhou.He Wenzhou's every move, liveliness and jokes are all under his eyes.Sometimes when He Wenzhou laughed in the back row, his nerves would tremble three times. The end of the nerves was connected to He Wenzhou, which was a brand new He Wenzhou. He seemed to know this person again.

There were still some donated items left, and the students sent them in after hearing that, filling the storage room of class three.Everyone complained, and He Wenzhou took the lead, standing on the pile of ruins and sorting them into categories, directing the group of young men in the back row who only knew how to eat to send them back.

send it back?

What a lot of work this is!

He Wenzhou spent the entire activity class yelling and working while talking.Song Jing also went to help without knowing it. He Wenzhou didn't lift his head, and he lifted a box of books and dropped them on him: "Senior Class [-], Song Jiajia. Hold on tight, don't spill the books!"

Song Jing hugged a large stack of books and buried everyone else, so he could only respond: "Yes."

This "um" was cold and desolate, but it happened to stimulate He Wenzhou's nerves.

He took the box over and moved it so quickly that his hand touched the back of Song Jing's.The back of his hand was also very slippery and cold, he panicked and hurriedly took the box over, Song Jing was anxious to fight with him.The palms and the backs of the hands were folded together like this for a few seconds, the eyes of the two touched each other, and Song Jing pulled his hand out for some reason.

He Wenzhou picked up the box and said, "I'll do it, don't move."

Song Jing picked up the dropped books: "I can carry them too."

He Wenzhou pulled the stack of books: "If you want to rest, just rest."

Like a tyrannical bully, he didn't allow Song Jing to touch anything, and he told the classmate who was handing over to him, and he went to class ten with the box of books.

When he came back, he saw Song Jing helping with classification, so he stopped talking. The two of them were so busy in the storage room, and the pressure in the class was relieved a lot.

Later, the water dispenser in the class broke down, and He Wenzhou ran to fix it for a long time, and then directly carried two buckets of water from downstairs to replace it.He found that every time the water was changed, either He Wenzhou was changing it, or He Wenzhou ordered a few brothers to change it.A group of high school bullies only know how to read and don’t eat fireworks. They don’t know anything about the class, and it’s even more impossible for the boys to let girls play. Although Han Lin wanted to change a few times, He Wenzhou stopped her and immediately picked up the bucket and put it on. .

In the storage room, He Wenzhou was cleaning, and the water He Wenzhou was changing. A bat jumped in and broke the light tube. The whole class fell into darkness. The math teacher yelled loudly. He Wenzhou hit the bat with a book, and everything returned to normal.In that chorus competition, He Wenzhou confronted the senior twice. The whole class lowered the level of difficulty, and there was no division of voices. It was over after a while on stage.

It's all He Wenzhou, everywhere is He Wenzhou, the breath of He Wenzhou is everywhere.He didn't expect that He Wenzhou was still such a soul figure.He is a natural leader, and he is very affectionate. Almost half of the people are either afraid of him or obey him.

On Friday, He Wenzhou was away all day.Nothing seemed right in the classroom, and Song Jing also felt uncomfortable.He glanced back occasionally and saw the empty seat with a few miscellaneous books scrawled on the table.

It's been a long time since I received a painting from him.

After school, he still walked across the playground to the platform.There are a group of basketball players running on the playground. The weather is a bit cloudy, but it can't stop the boys who are sweating, and they will always be young and high-spirited.

Gao Yang watched He Wenzhou and Song Jing have a heated fight a while ago. Although he was a little jealous of him mixing with the top students and couldn't figure it out, he still said hello when he saw Song Jing: "Hey! Old Song!"

Song Jing looked at them from afar and nodded.

He Wenzhou was joking with them, laughing while passing the ball, the ball was passed by a boy, and he threw it back.The ball hit the back of the opponent's head, and he laughed out loud.

Gao Yang tugged at his sleeve.

He Wenzhou turned his head, the smile still remained on his face, and he snorted nonchalantly, "Huh?"

Gao Yang yelled at him: "Song Jing."

He Wenzhou looked at Song Jing, and Song Jing also looked at He Wenzhou.He Wenzhou smiled: "Song Jing is Song Jing."

His eyes didn't fall on him for a few seconds, and he turned around and got into trouble with the group of people again.

There was a lot of noise on the playground, rumbling out of the school gate, up to the platform, until they were seated on the bus.Song Jing was still angry.

He didn't know why he was angry, but he was angry.But Radar was still rambling happily, thinking that such a He Wenzhou was also good, that it was good that he was bad, and that it was good to ignore him.

This radar is insane!

He Wenzhou got worse, smoking at the door again.What annoyed Song Jing the most was that he smoked, and the corridors of the activity class were full of smog. He Wenzhou used to chase him, and when he came to him, he would wear a white shirt and black trousers. He didn't smoke or swear, and pretended to be a good student.Now he stopped chasing, and he stopped pretending, with an extremely boring and lazy expression on his face, he just liked to squat in the corridor, smoke and play games.

Song Jing hates him when he sees him, but he has no right to hate him, so he can only put on a cold face, step over the garbage, and turn a blind eye.

In June, it rained one after another.In seaside cities, the air is so humid that water is wrung out of clothes.There was another sweltering heat, hot when it rained, hot even when it wasn't raining, and there was always a layer of sweat sticking to my body, which couldn't be shaken off or washed off.

Song Jing was also furious in his heart.

He Wenzhou is good, so good that he feels everywhere.He Wenzhou was bad again, so bad that he gritted his teeth.

He Wenzhou and the others stopped Lin Zikai again, and he watched Gao Yang take off Lin Zikai's clothes, Lin Zikai huddled timidly, Gao Yang shaved off his pot lid, revealing his acne-prone forehead and a pair of wooden-rimmed glasses.Lin Zikai shed tears, begging for mercy and crying, that face was as terrifying as it was.He Wenzhou was chatting and laughing with others, talking about treating guests at the bar. It's his birthday!

Song Jing was about to die of anger.It seems that He Wenzhou is his son, and after finally pulling him to improve, one can't stand it, and he reverts to his old ways.He went over to pick up the clothes, pulled Lin Zikai up, looked around the group of garbage with cold eyes, Gao Yang stopped his hands: "Old Song, don't meddle in your own business."

Song Jing didn't answer, Lin Zikai was crying, and Song Jing asked him to put on his clothes.

Gao Yang went to see He Wenzhou, He Wenzhou's hair stood on end, and he raised his hands very purely and innocently: "Don't look at me."

It wasn't him who stopped Lin Zikai, it wasn't him who took Lin Zikai's clothes off, and it wasn't him who bullied Lin Zikai.

He was spending money on treats, but he was very good.And the people around were all holding He Wenzhou's milk tea, eating people with short mouths and soft hands, and they all nodded in agreement.

Song Jing's arrow-like eyes shot straight at He Wenzhou. He Wenzhou smiled at him kindly and blinked his peach eyes, which was extremely playful.

In a flash, Song Jing got into a fight with him.