exchange student

Xun Song shook his head while holding a small Chinese book, while spying on the actions of his deskmate from the corner of his eye.

I saw him write something on the English book with a thick marker pen, so fast that he couldn't make out what he wrote.

Strange to say, the ancient poems in the textbook seem much more pleasing to the eye when written on a reduced page. A sentence of text on a page plus a sentence of vernacular explanation is concise and clear. With explanations, some awkward classical Chinese seem not so difficult up.

When the class bell rang, Yu Fan finished writing.

He gave Xun Song the supplemented English notebook: "I'll talk about the English self-study in the evening, and I will recite the Chinese silently in this class, and write it silently for me when I can recite it."

The arrangement was clear, Xun Song gave him an OK gesture, then rolled up his sleeves and started working.

Xun Song, who had memorized two lessons carefully, felt dizzy, but still full of energy. He was still memorizing while eating in a crowded restaurant at noon.

He finally knew why he was able to sleep and forget all about it before. He didn't even understand the meaning of the poem. If he could remember it, he was really a god.

"Hey, are you going to test me now?" After eating and drinking, Xun Song put down his chopsticks, his brows could not hide the embarrassment.

The person on the opposite side took a sip of soup and said casually: "At the beginning, I was Liuyao after Nishang."

"The road to Shu is difficult!" Xun Song blurted out, and after seeing the speechless eyes on the other side, he quickly changed his words, "No, no, pipa is fine."

"The first is Liuyao after Nishang, the next sentence..." Xun Song tried his best to search the memory, is there anything behind it?

"What I want to ask is the last sentence."

last sentence?Xun Song quit: "How can you not play cards according to common sense?"

"Will the teacher discuss with you which sentence to ask?"

"It doesn't seem to be..." But Xun Song's thoughts have been disturbed, the more he thinks about it, the more he can't remember it, his face is drooping, and the confidence that he just got up is about to be vented all at once.

The person on the other side suddenly reached out his hand, Xun Song's eyelids trembled, and his chin was grabbed by him.

"you......"

"What am I doing now?" Yu Fan hooked his chin with his index finger and lifted it.

Following his movements, Xun Song's breathing stagnated.

This action is simply too foul. Looking at it from Xun Song's angle, the other party's impeccable face is so close that you can even hear the other party's breathing, and count the other party's eyelashes. He printed his own shadow, and now he is still asking what he is doing?

Xun Song: "You, sexual harassment?"

Yu Fan changed his eyes to look at a fool again.

Xun Song felt guilty when he was looked at, but his chin was still in his hand, so there was no problem with his answer to this slight gesture?

"How about this?" Yu Fan's tone was a bit impatient.

There was an extra thumb on his chin, and he grabbed the tender flesh on Xunsong's chin and squeezed it twice.

"Damn it." Xun Song couldn't help retracting his chin due to the numbness.

Yu Fan didn't have much patience: "Have you remembered?"

"Who can remember like you?"

Yu Fan was defeated by him, picked up the noodles with his chopsticks: "How about this?"

"Catch?"

Yu Fan raised his forehead. He felt that it was definitely not his fault: "You should memorize it a few more times. It is not enough to repeat it twice. I will copy you high-frequency sentences. If you want to improve your score, you must memorize them backwards."

"Understood," Xun Song replied sullenly, and then said depressedly again, "So what is the last sentence?"

"Flip the book yourself."

In the classroom, Xun Song looked at the poems that he had copied more than a dozen times, and Yu Fan’s actions in the cafeteria came back to him over and over again in his mind. They all look like hooligans, right?

Suddenly he had a terrible idea, was he taking the opportunity to take advantage of himself?

In terms of taking advantage, Xunsong will never allow himself to suffer.

"Xunsong." Yu Fan called him outside the classroom.

"Here we come." Xun Song jumped out with one foot, and was supported by someone at the door.

In another corner of the classroom, the three people who looked up from their mobile phones cast indescribable gazes at the two who left side by side.

"Brother Song..."

"Look," Glasses said bitterly, "I just said we shouldn't let the two of them get too close."

The mobile phone screen displayed the page of the No. [-] Middle School forum. Click on the hottest post at this time, and the town building map is the current two male gods of the No. [-] Middle School.

In the picture, one person is picking the other's chin, the gesture is intimate and provocative, whoever looks at it will say that it really deserves it.

The bottom of the post has been occupied by girls who are so sweet and well-matched, and they have posted the results of the past few days. There are two people walking side by side on the boulevard, some are lying on their backs like rabbit ears, and one is hanging on the other side. As a pendant on one's body...

It's unimaginable, less than a week after school starts, the two of these girls can't help but agree that their love in this life is stronger than gold...

At this time, the two parties were sitting at the corner tens of meters away from the back door.

In the other direction of the two of them, Director Xu's figure was pacing around, in such a posture that not even a fly could fly out.

"You are lucky, someone promised me to help, otherwise I will be powerless now." Xun Song said, looking at his ankle that was still aching.

"He took me out?"

"No." Xun Song shook his head, then pulled him back a bit, "Shh."

Yu Fan followed Xun Song and leaned against the wall, and after a while, he heard a cry: "What are you doing! Come down!"

Then there was a begging for mercy: "Director, I made a mistake, Director."

Yu Fan gave Xun Song a puzzled look, and Xun Song smiled at him: "Look."

"Get off!"

"Immediately..." followed by a scream, "Oh, Director, my leg..."

Director Xu's voice became anxious: "You, who told you to jump straight down, huh? Are you stupid?"

"Come up, I'll take you to the infirmary!"

"Oh, it hurts like hell."

"It's good to know that it hurts, you're just going to die."

The voices of the two gradually faded away, Xun Song winked at the stunned man: "Aren't you going?"

Yu Fan knew that they must have their own way of skipping classes, but he didn't expect it to be this extreme one-for-one method, and was a little surprised for a while.

"If you weren't too anxious, we could have waited for Master Qingtian to drink tea and go to the toilet, but there's no way," Xun Song shook his head, "Another trick was wasted."

There is no way to use this kind of small trick a second time in front of Xu Qingtian.

"Oh." Returning to his senses, Yu Fan glanced at the back door, and there was no one there.

"Hurry up." I saw Xun Song hopped with one foot faster than he could run with both feet, and when he reached the door, he pushed up on the abandoned desk in the corner with both hands.

"You..." Yu Fan stared dumbfounded at the people sitting on the wall, "Are you going too?" He thought he was just sending himself to the school gate.

"Otherwise?" Xun Song asked back, if it wasn't for the fact that this person is less reliable than elementary school students, he wouldn't be here.

"Don't move yet." After realizing it, Yu Fan stepped up to the wall in a few steps, his movements were not proficient but beautiful.

Immediately, he jumped down first, and then stretched out his hand to the wall: "Come down."

"Stand up now." Xun Song told him worriedly, then jumped up, and was firmly caught by a pair of strong arms the moment he landed.

After being caught, Xun Song realized that his heart was beating so fast. This was not the first time he skipped class, but it was the first time he was so nervous.

Dazed for a moment, Xun Song thought about not taking advantage of the bastard, and when the other party wanted to let go of himself, he stretched out his arms around his neck and took a breath of cool air: "Oh, my feet hurt a little."

Hearing this, Yu Fan raised his head: "Does it hurt? Then you go back and rest, and I will go by myself."

"That's not okay, what if you lose yourself." Xun Song was very responsible, but he didn't mean to come down, "Where are you going, Internet cafe? There is one very close, you can carry me there."

"I'm going to the International Building." Yu Fan said, "I'll call a taxi."

Xun Song: "...What are you doing there?" There are business districts, and the people who go in and out are elite white-collar workers. He thought that Yu Fan spent all his time skipping classes to play, and it's not fun there.

"I have something to do." Yu Fan didn't want to say more.

"Okay." Xun Song really couldn't let him carry him on his back for more than ten kilometers, so he resigned himself to his fate, "Then take a taxi."

"Wait a minute." Yu Fan said and patted him on the shoulder, "You come down first."

At this time, Xun Song was like a koala hanging on his body. Realizing how awkward his posture was, he immediately landed on one foot.

Then Xun Song watched Yu Fan walk into the public toilet beside him with his backpack on his back.

Five minutes later, a man in elite attire and shirt and trousers came out of the public toilet, and went straight to the man with his head down playing with his mobile phone: "Let's go."

Xun Song raised his head: "...Who are you?"

At around 10:[-] in the afternoon, at the entrance of the International Building, a young man in an indigo suit kept looking at his wrist watch. There were less than [-] minutes left before the agreed time, and there were no people who urged him repeatedly. arrive.

A taxi was parked at the entrance of the building. The young man stretched his head to look, and finally saw a familiar face coming out of the car.

"Yu Fan!" Goring waved excitedly.

Then he saw another boy getting out of the taxi. The boy was about the same age as Yu Fan, and he was still wearing a school uniform.

Yu Fan helped the boy to walk in front of Goring, and said, "Sorry, I'm late."

"It's not too late, just right," Goering was more curious about the other person at this time, "this is..."

"Xun Song, I am at the same table." Yu Fan introduced aloud.

"Hello." Xun Song greeted people with a smile, and at the same time, he wondered to himself, what is Yu Fan doing here, and he is still dressed so formally. Could it be that he started talking about business at a young age?Isn't he afraid of being cheated?

Facts have proved that ten Xunsong was deceived, and no one can deceive Yu Fan.

Xun Song waited alone in the lobby for more than half an hour, and then saw Goring walking out of the elevator with a smile on his face, followed by Yu Fan who was calm and calm.

On the way back, Goering talked about the signing ceremony in an exaggerated way. Although Xun Song didn't understand what kind of contract he signed, he understood a few words, investment, million, [-] times, the first case at home and abroad......

In a word, the two of them have money now, and they can do research freely.

"Okay, don't forget to recruit people quickly, just the two of us will make it through the Year of the Monkey." Yu Fan interrupted Goering's rhetoric.

"Of course I won't forget. Aren't I overjoyed?" Goring thought of something, and opened the contract to discuss with Yu Fan.

The various technical terms in the words were like a bible, and Xun Song, who listened with his ears to the point of curiosity, finally waited until Goering got off the car, and then cast his curious eyes on the person next to him.

"What you saw that day was not a cartoon, but a product design drawing." Yu Fan said.