Xia Lang

Author of "Xia Lang": The Lights of the World

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Li Zhaozhuo's first impression of Song Linju was that he was a dull nerd, but he had pretty hands.

A few days later, I saw Song Linju fighting with others in the alley, and watched the whole process in the heavy rain at the entrance of the alley like an idiot.

Li Zhaozhuo's second impression of him was that this school bully looked good and gentle, but he fought fiercely compared to his notorious school bully, tsk, I really want to fight him.

Later, when Li Zhaozhuo climbed over the wall and went back to school, he saw the person he was looking for standing under a tree smoking a cigarette. He had a completely different sharp sense of contradiction from usual, mixed with loose and rebellious.

He hugged him, the butt of a cigarette pricking his chest.

Li Zhaozhuo caught a glimpse of the ashes on his chest from the corner of his eye. He tugged on his shirt, jokingly, "Teacher Song, look, you burned a hole in my heart, aren't you going to take responsibility?"

Song Linju built himself a thick wall of ice to protect himself. Suddenly, one summer was extremely hot, and a summer wave named Li Zhaozhuo burned a hole in the wall with great momentum.

Li Zhaozhuo likes the cool and hates the heat, but he only likes the hot and dull summer all year round, because there is Song Linju in the summer of the sophomore class.

At first, Li Zhaozhuo felt that Song Linju looked thin and dull, with black-rimmed glasses covering most of his face, blurring his appearance, which happened to be the type he hated.

Later, Li Zhaozhuo, a straight man in the Qing Dynasty, pressed him against the wall and kissed him, expressing his sweetness and wanting to fight him.

This is probably the story of a straight piece of iron slowly bending itself towards a certain piece of ice.

Also known as: The Love of Firecrackers and Fire Extinguishers.

Violent straight male attack & cool academic bully suffer

Content tags: special liking, broken mirror, reunion, sweet text campus

Search keywords: Protagonist: Song Linju, Li Zhaozhuo┃Supporting roles: Sun Wenhao, Xie Xuyao, Zhou Yan┃Others: sweet, strong, mutual favor, two-way secret love, mutual redemption, destiny, match made in heaven

One-sentence introduction: On the self-bending skills of the straight man of steel

Conception: Summer is so hot, can you turn a secret love into a passionate love?

The wipes are really white and long...

Outside the window, on the big tree whose green leaves are slightly curled by the scorching sun, there are disturbing cicadas one after another. The scorching heat seems to have a sound, venting hysterically through the noise of the cicadas.

The white, dazzling sunlight burned the air slightly distorted, and the wind blew, not only did not bring a little coolness, but a suffocating heat wave rushed towards the face, rushing to the classroom, quickly occupying every corner, aggressively devouring and driving away the enemy , Don't let the shade have a place to hide.

There are only six old ceiling fans shaking feebly in the large classroom with 70 people, making a difficult whirring sound, like an old man with a cane, who is struggling with two steps after two steps, obviously in this sticky place. Frustrating in the thick, sweltering air.

The middle-aged male teacher who exclusively enjoys a fan on the podium is no better in this stuffy classroom.

There were large areas of sweat stains on the chest and back, the gray horizontal cotton short sleeves stuck to the body, the beer belly was more obvious, the sparse hair on the head was wet with sweat, sticking to strands, he was writing something on the blackboard with his back to the students .

With a "click", the not-so-long white chalk chose to end itself between the hard blackboard and the hot and humid palm.

The end of the chalk that was out of control fell to the ground, Teacher Liu didn't care, and threw away the half of it in his hand.

It hadn't been a morning class, and the ground under the blackboard was covered with chalk heads of various colors.

Teacher Liu turned his head away, and just about to take out a new piece of chalk from the podium, he saw the students under the podium sitting or lying down, their eyelids sticking to their lower eyelids as if they were heavy.

One by one, they looked like saplings whose leaves had been wilted by the scorching sun, listless.

Some people even stretched their arms around and buried their heads. Under the scorching sun, they fell asleep with a big head. They were so blatant that they didn't even want to cover up a little.

Teacher Liu paused when he went to explore the chalk, then turned back to take the thick lesson plan, lifted it up, and fell down with inertia.

The teaching plan collided with the iron multimedia table, and there was a dull and loud "boom", which stirred up a cloud of dust and woke up a large number of drowsy students.

These brats are so lazy in his class, wouldn't they fall asleep even more in other classes?

Seeing the blankness in their sleepy eyes, Teacher Liu smiled angrily.

"On page 59 of the textbook, questions 1, 3, 5, and 7 should be written on the blackboard."

The little saplings just straightened their backs and wanted to see what happened, but when they heard that they were about to adjust the tone, their hearts jumped suddenly, and their sleepiness slipped away in an instant.

They retracted their protruding heads silently, lowered their heads like quails, and remained motionless, for fear that their actions would attract the attention of the teacher.

Teacher Liu supported the mirror frame, his sharp eyes swept across the students below, and his eyes stayed in that corner for a while.

There is no way, the four of them sitting together in this tense area are particularly relaxed, playing with mobile phones, and sleeping without raising their heads.

Teacher Liu sighed almost inaudibly, looked away, and casually ordered the four students who had just slept and had a halazi.

The four of them, with prominent family backgrounds, have always been used to being arrogant, and they are still in a group. He can't control them even if he wants to.

Following the sound of the chair moving, Teacher Liu walked to the right side of the podium to make way for the people who came up to them, and met a pair of indifferent black eyes inadvertently.

The silence inside dispelled a lot of his boredom, and he felt slightly relieved. He smiled and nodded to the young man who was sitting loosely.

Fortunately, there was such a "proud student" so that he would not be pissed to death by those brats.

Song Linju has been in his class since the first year of high school, and he is the first in the school every time he takes the exam.

The number one in the school always falls in an ordinary class—that is, his class. The head teachers of those top classes feel pain in the face and hope that Song Lin, a good seed, can be in their class.

No, this summer the classes were divided into arts and sciences, Song Linju chose science, and he also took the science class, so logically speaking, he should stay in his class.

But the head teachers of those top classes refused to accept it, insisting that keeping Song Lin in the ordinary class would only delay him.

The head teachers of several of their top classes attacked him in groups, and he was not a vegetarian, so he insisted on breaking up with them.

In the end, the headmaster got a headache from their quarrel, saying that he simply asked the students what they wanted.

On the surface, Lao Liu agreed, but he felt a little guilty in his heart.

As for the students, I always feel that top classes are always better than ordinary classes, no matter in terms of teaching resources or learning atmosphere.

Although the fact is indeed the case.

He got through to Song Linju, in front of the principal and those head teachers who wanted to rob him.

Unexpectedly, Song Linju said that he wanted to stay in the regular class.

Seeing those "big villains" who wanted to grab his cabbage turned green, he had a "look, I knew he would choose this way" expression on his face, and he was secretly happy.

But he hadn't been too long, the school was about to start, the principal called him, and gave him four more students. Old Liu felt that something was wrong, and subconsciously wanted to refuse.

But the principal said again, since Song Linju is a good seed in your class, you will work hard to lead these four students.

He took a look at their files, Li Zhaozhuo, Sun Wenhao, Xie Xuyao, Zhou Yan.

Yep, four little devils.

He knows them.

Can you not know each other, these four people are all old figures in Chongming No. [-] Middle School.

If Song Linju, who has always been the number one in the school, can be regarded as a man of the hour, then the four of them are the kind of "man of the day" that is completely opposite to Song Linju.

The words "hard work and hard work" mentioned by the principal are not polite.

If he picked them up, he would have to work hard.

But there is no way.

The principal insisting on giving it to him doesn't mean that no one wants to accept this hot potato. He has already taken Song Linju's sweet pastry, so he must also accept the hot potato that no one wants.

After all, he is just an ordinary head teacher, and all good things can't happen to him.

But he is also very open-minded, as long as they don't make any big troubles, he can still give them relative freedom.

As soon as the bell rang, the audience gradually became restless under the podium.

Like a gust of wind, blowing through the big tree with a canopy like a cover, leaving a piece of trail behind.

Lao Liu also came from his student days, knowing that they couldn't sit still after class, so he didn't procrastinate. Although the things he had prepared were still a bit unfinished, he assigned homework and left gracefully.

Lao Liu had just stepped out of the classroom, just about to move, and the barely quiet classroom suddenly became lively, talking and laughing, and the sound of tables and chairs moving faster than the heat diffused, instantly filling the entire classroom.

Like the moment when the water in the hot pot is bubbling, the small bubbles like ants that were barely visible before floated up.

When the boiling point is reached, the round and large bubbles roll in the water one by one, rise and burst.

All the preparations lead to an unstoppable explosion.

For students in the classroom, the bell is the boiling point that induces them to explode.

Listening to the sudden noise in the classroom, Lao Liu shook his head with a smile, and walked back to the office, the air-conditioned office.

Brats, after class, it's like some kind of magic elixir, alive and well.

The grievance Bala in class, the sluggish energy, seemed like he, a big villain, locked them in a stuffy classroom and suffered some torture. They thought he was willing to stay in that broken classroom?

With his long arms around the window, Li Zhaozhuo, who was buried in his sleep, also woke up.

In class, Lao Liu smashed the lesson plans, and the panel asked him questions. He didn't wake up, but the distant get out of class bell woke him up.

The sweltering heat and depression that were more real than in sleep couldn't wait to wrap him up, and the joints of his arms and forehead were a little sticky.

He lay on the table, waiting for his thoughts to return amidst the sound of cicadas outside the window and the chatter and laughter inside the window.

Played games all night last night, got down to catch up on sleep as soon as I came to school, went to bed early