Xia Lang

, "Just say it's cold."

Does he look so vicious that he can't talk?It was so cold that I almost caught a cold, and I didn't say a word.

With a beep, the indicator light of the air conditioner changed from the cool firefly green to the scorching charcoal red, and the air deflector gradually closed.

After all, it was at his house, and Song Linju didn't want Li Zhaozhuo to accommodate him, "You don't need to turn it off, just turn up the temperature a little bit."

Li Zhaozhuo opened the window and turned on the floor fan, "I'm a little cold after blowing on the air conditioner for a long time."

He was talking nonsense with his eyes open, and the air conditioner had only been on for less than 10 minutes. If the room was bigger, the temperature in the room might not have dropped completely.

Song Linju is not a fool, and he knows why he said this.

Seeing that Song Linju was silent for a while, Li Zhaozhuo thought he was going to say something to thank him, but in the end...

"Have you rested yet?"

The smile on Li Zhaozhuo's face stiffened slightly.

Grass……

Can he say no?

"……All right."

Li Zhaozhuo went back to the table, flipped through the stack of papers, then picked out a random paper and read it again, turning the pen over and over at his fingertips.

The only sound left in the room is the rustling of the pen falling on the paper and the whirring of the fan blades.

It wasn't until the butler went upstairs to let them have lunch that Li Zhaozhuo suddenly realized that he had been sitting and studying for almost three hours.

Don't talk about others, to be honest, he didn't even think of it himself.

Strangely, staying by Song Linju's side seemed to quickly calm his mind down.

In the evening, after Li Zhaozhuo finished writing all the papers, Song Linju took the papers and left, saying that the real teaching would start after analyzing the papers.

It was the beginning of another week, and before the students of Chongming No. [-] Middle School even stepped into the school gate, they heard the sonorous and passionate flag-raising sound from the playground.

Although it was still early, the students invariably quickened their pace.

There is an opening ceremony this morning, and you have to line up on the playground by class. If you arrive late, the head teacher will lead the class to leave first, and it will be more difficult to find your own class in the crowded playground.

Especially when you are anxiously shuttling through the crowd, there may be a teacher with a microphone on the rostrum yelling at you to stand in your class quickly and not to run around.

The tens of thousands of eyes on the playground are watching you scurrying around like a headless chicken. It is a scene of a large-scale social death, and you can't wait to dig a hole in place.

Li Zhaozhuo, with his hands in his pockets, was lazily lingering at the end of the class, and went to the playground with them. At this time, the corridor was very crowded with people coming and going. He lowered his eyes and saw it at a glance. Song Linju is going upstairs.

Song Linju raised his head slightly, and seemed to see him too.

There was light hitting his fair face, reflecting his quiet black eyes, like the protagonist in a stage play being chased by light.

The two stared at each other in silence, and the noisy chatter in their ears gradually blurred and faded away.

At this moment, the crowded corridor seemed to suddenly become empty, so empty that only the two of them were left walking towards each other.

Li Zhaozhuo raised his lips first, and Song Linju nodded in response.

Li Zhaozhuo's smile deepened, this kid finally stopped avoiding him like before.

Someone elbowed him, puncturing the sound-absorbing bubbles around his ears, and the sound flooded into his ear canal like a tide.

"...Brother Zhuo?"

Li Zhaozhuo was absent-minded, "What's wrong?"

"Did you see a beautiful woman?" There was a lot of noise around, afraid that brother Zhuo would not be able to hear again, Sun Wenhao yelled a little loudly, almost everyone around could hear him.

The girls next to him smoothed their hair and adjusted their clothes without a trace.

"What nonsense."

"Brother Zhuo, what are you laughing at?"

He didn't respond to calling him several times just now, with a weird smile on his face.

The corner of Li Zhaozhuo's mouth pressed down, and his indifferent expression resumed, "The face is cramped."

Sun Wenhao: "..."

Interrupted by Sun Wenhao, when Li Zhaozhuo went to visit again, Song Linju was nowhere to be seen.

The opening ceremony started at 07:30. As usual, the principal, deputy principal and secretary spoke first, wearing suits and leather shoes, thick glasses, holding a long speech, and impassionedly speaking some old-fashioned words.

Then there is the excellent teacher's speech.

Several people talked about it first by bragging about the "great achievements" of Chongming No. [-] Middle School over the years, and then talking about the situation of this year's high school entrance examination. The final conclusion is without exception to pour chicken soup to encourage students to work hard and achieve better results.

At 07:30 in midsummer, the sun can't wait to poke out its head. The sun with heat passes through the morning dew and leaves, piercing the students standing on the playground.

Some girls who love beauty secretly wore peaked caps for fear of getting sunburned. Several little girls took advantage of this time to have a simple tea party, and some people raced to fill their brains with portable booklets.

The students did their own thing, but no one listened to those above.

Either way, but most of them selfishly want the opening ceremony to be longer, so that they can have more time to catch their breath in school.

Finally, Li Zhaozhuo saw Song Linju on the rostrum, and he gave a speech as an outstanding student.

It was different from seeing him half an hour ago.

It was obviously a simple black suit similar to those of the school leaders, but it looked tall and long-legged on him.

He is tall and straight, standing in the center of the rostrum with a microphone.

It's not like those guys are scripted.

He looked at them in the audience with calm eyes, and gave a speech directly out of the script, calmly and calmly, and his clear voice blew through the entire playground through the expansion of the sound.

Many people craned their necks curiously to look at the rostrum, especially many girls.

"Fuck, who is that handsome guy on the rostrum?"

"It seems to be called Song's residence?"

"Song Linju? Isn't this the guy who stayed on the grade list until he was about to turn into ashes? Let me go, is he so handsome? Why didn't I find out before?"

"Good grades, handsome man, love love love."

"Ah, me too!"

"Which class is he in? I wonder if he has a girlfriend?"

"In class 9, every time the test results come down, our old class will say something. This time the first age is Song Linju from class 9."

"Hahahaha, when the time comes, go to class 9 to find out the truth."

……

Li Zhaozhuo heard the excited whispers of the girls around him, and felt some inexplicable emotions in his heart.

It was as if a treasure that was discovered by him alone was suddenly seen by many people.

Looking at the slender Song Linju on the rostrum, Sun Wenhao sighed, "Hey, don't tell me, this Song Linju looks good in a suit, gentle and gentle."

Zhou Yan echoed with a smile, "It's pretty pretty."

Li Zhaozhuo glanced at Zhou Yan, his expression was natural, the echo seemed to be just a casual statement.

Xie Xuyao ​​pinched Sun Wenhao's neck, which was trying to stretch upwards, and pushed him down who was looking at the rostrum on tiptoe.

"What's the matter, brother Xie doesn't look good in a suit? I haven't seen you look at me like that."

Sun Wenhao cut his voice, "What a fart, it looks like a peacock."

"Haozi, will you die if you don't speak ironically?"

"Who's talking nonsense? I'm telling the truth. It's truer than pearls... Oh, it hurts, let it go!" Sun Wenhao was talking heartfelt words, when a hand suddenly appeared on his face pinching him. Big thief.

Xie Xuyao ​​relaxed his grip, "What did you just say? What peacock?"

Sun Wenhao rolled his eyes, "You look good, you're the best looking in the world!"

Satisfied, Xie Xuyao ​​let go of his hand, smiled and rubbed the spot where he pinched red, "It's right to tell the truth."

Pretty boy Sun Wenhao was speechless.

If it weren't for the fear that this madness would tear his face off, he would definitely fight him to the end as a tough man!

Strawberry Ice Cream

The sounds of frogs, cicadas chirping one after another, crickets chirping crisply, the seesawing between fan blades and sticky air, the sound of flipping books, the sound of pens across paper, all these kinds of sounds mixed together in the classroom Strange silence.

For most high school students, the liveliness and joy of school nights in September have always belonged to the animals outside the window, only the silence and boringness they don't want really belong to them.

Suddenly, a girl's scream broke the unwavering silence.

"Bugs... There are bugs!" The girl huddled in a panic and squeezed towards her deskmate, with the pen still in her hand.

She was just writing the paper assigned by the math teacher, and she was doing her calculations seriously, when she saw a lump of black objects bumping into her paper quickly out of the corner of her eye.

She subconsciously leaned back, and found that it was actually a brown moth. The powder on her body stuck to her paper due to too much rushing, it was so disgusting...

The three of them in a row were all girls, and the other two didn't dare to chase the moth away, so a boy who was separated from them in the corridor smiled and said, "It's just a bug, there's nothing to be afraid of." Fanning them with a book go with it.

Because of the girl's exclamation, there was a small wave of commotion in the classroom, and when it was about to quiet down, a bigger commotion ushered in.

Somehow, there are more and more moths in the classroom, and they don't all hover around the light tubes, but scatter around the classroom like headless chickens.

The classroom was full of people, and it was inevitable for moths to bump into people. Some people took books to pat, and some even left their seats to hide because they were afraid of bugs.

The girls are mostly busy hiding bugs, while the boys are mostly busy catching bugs for fun, not many of them are thinking about their studies.

In the sultry and long evening self-study, bugs are more fragrant than studying.

The restless atmosphere in the classroom affected Sun Wenhao, and he turned his head in high spirits, "Brother Zhuo, are you going to the commissary?"

Li Zhaozhuo's slender fingers move quickly on the tablet