Xia Lang

He didn't feel so sleepy after reading an additional three classes, but his eyes were still a little sore.

Li Zhaozhuo sat up straight lazily, before he could fully open his eyes, he was dazzled by the dazzling sunlight outside the window.

He clicked his tongue impatiently, narrowed his eyes, and turned his head subconsciously.

Li Zhaozhuo was the last seat by the window, almost diagonal to the front door of the classroom. When he turned his head, his eyes naturally fell on the person who was cleaning the blackboard not far from the front door.

Thin and slender back, crisp black short hair.

The blackboard eraser in his hand seemed to be magical. From top to bottom, from right to left, once and for all, the dust dispersed wherever the blackboard eraser touched.

The blackboard reveals its original matte dark green. This clean and neat movement is simply the gospel of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Li Zhaozhuo didn't know whether others were comfortable or not, but anyway, he looked refreshed, and even the anger that he hadn't calmed down after waking up for a long time dissipated a little.

Unprecedented, Uncle Li, who hadn't looked at the blackboard since the beginning of class, just rested his chin with one hand, watching the blackboard eraser in the hand of the person on the podium slide from top to bottom, and the chalk marks disappeared one by one, which was pleasing to the eye.

No matter how meticulously you wipe the blackboard, it only takes a few minutes.

After wiping, the man took out a wet towel that was prepared for the teachers on the podium, walked back to his place, and lowered his head to carefully wipe off the white ash on his fingers one by one.

Seeing him coming down, Li Zhaozhuo casually looked at his face.

Since he lowered his head, he could only see a heavy black frame, nose and lips, nothing special, the nerdy look that can be seen everywhere in this school, but it's just very white.

Li Zhaozhuo felt bored, and was about to look back without interest.

At this time, a girl didn't know whether it was intentional or not, she bowed her head and wrote something while walking in the aisle.

The girl was knocked back, and she was about to fall backwards.

The nerd reacted quickly, grabbed the girl's thin shoulder with one hand, and easily stabilized the girl's shaking body.

After wiping it carefully, the hand returned to its original appearance, white and slender, with distinct joints.

At this moment, due to the force, the veins on the back of the hand are prominent, showing the beauty of masculine strength.

Although there was still such a distance between them, I don't know whether it was embarrassment or shyness, the girl who was supported blushed, lowered her head and whispered thanks.

The nerd behaved flatly, didn't say anything, let go of his hands and went back to his seat.

It is also the seat by the window, just in the row of Li Zhaozhuo, a few seats away, neither front nor back, belonging to the middle of the classroom.

After the nerd sat down, he was completely covered by a wide "flesh wall" in the first two rows, and he couldn't see even a corner of his clothes.

Li Zhaozhuo lowered his eyelids, and the last thought that crossed his mind was probably that the wipes that kid wipes his hands are really white and long...

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The author has something to say:

Li Zhaozhuo stared at Song Linju's hand: Those wet wipes are really white, no... really long, no, I mean, the wet wipes are really pretty.

Author: My son, Mamo, knows, but she just wants to praise Xiaojuju's hands are white and long, they look great, hehe.

Haozi, did you pee your pants?

His eyes felt dry after a while. When he blinked, instead of eyelids, it was like sharp blades that scratched his eyeballs.

And the longer he wakes up, the more he can truly feel the ghostly weather, humid and hot, and there is something invisible pressing on him, even his chest feels faintly tight.

Grass.

Li Zhaozhuo patted his sweat-drenched hair, frowned slightly, and cursed in a low voice.

"Are you awake?" A gentle tone with a smile came from the front.

Li Zhaozhuo responded lightly, lying on the table, not bothering to lift his eyelids.

He knew that Zhou Yan had turned his head, but he knew the expression on his face without looking.

After all, Zhou Yan has almost always had the same expression since he was a child.

Gentle to fake.

The students were divided into three groups, ranked like three, four, and three. The two seats next to him were empty, and so was Zhou Yan now.

"What about them?" Li Zhaozhuo asked casually.

He used to sit alone in a row.

I don't know how good it is to sit alone.

clean.

Zhou Yan didn't care about Li Zhaozhuo's arrogance, just as Li Zhaozhuo didn't care about Zhou Yan's gentle expression all the time.

It's not a question of liking or not, it's just getting used to each other.

Growing up together, they have long been accustomed to each other's masks in dealing with the world.

Zhou Yan looked out of the window sideways, the light was slightly dazzling, the air was distorted by the merciless sun, and the air flow was floating, like layers of huge waves rushing towards them, but there were no cool waves, only scorching waves. heat.

Flooded by the heat wave, the sweat on his back became more sticky, and his face was hot and itchy from the steam, but his tone was still gentle, neither buoyant nor dry, and he was not infected by the heat at all.

"Haozi and Xie Si went to the toilet to wash their faces after class. The weather is indeed too hot."

Xie Xuyao ​​was ranked fourth in his family, so he called him Xie Si more intimately.

No complaints about the weather can be heard, it seems to be just emotion.

Li Zhaozhuo followed his gaze and glanced out of the bright window.

Yep, the eyes are more astringent.

Seeing him squinting his eyes and tilting his head, Zhou Yan chuckled, "I heard that your family is hiding an illegitimate child recently?"

Li Zhaozhuo breathed out his nose in an unclear manner, and snorted softly, not sure if it was a response to Zhou Yan, or contempt for the illegitimate child.

"do you need my help?"

Zhou Yan's eyebrows and eyes were soft, and the scorching sun felt a lot gentler on his face, and his tone of voice was uniformly tepid, as if asking if he should help pick up the pen that fell on the ground.

But Li Zhaozhuo knew he was serious.

As long as he said yes, Zhou Yan could make that illegitimate child never come back.

Fa Xiao's maintenance made Li Zhaozhuo's eyes soften.

"No need for now, the old man is now covering up his illegitimate son tightly."

Li Zhaozhuo twitched the corner of his mouth mockingly, "It's a baby."

He didn't want to see the illegitimate child who appeared suddenly, but he was not in a hurry.

It's not good for him to tear up his face with the old man early.

He just waited.

Before long, the old man will definitely bring his illegitimate son out to see the world, and then he will "teach" him well.

I heard that the illegitimate child was as old as him.

Generally big.

It means that the woman was pregnant in the same year as her mother, and Li Zhaozhuo's half-hearted eyes slipped a trace of haze.

The old man is really capable, holding two in one year,

"Brother Zhuo, you're awake!"

Sun Wenhao's bluffing voice was heard from a long distance away, and he and Xie Xuyao ​​walked in through the door with arms crossed.

To be precise, Sun Wenhao tiptoed to hook Xie Xuyao's shoulder, which was half a head taller than him. Xie Xuyao ​​had a good temper and leaned over to let him put his shoulder on it.

Seeing that Li Zhaozhuo was awake, Sun Wenhao stopped hooking his shoulders, and took Xie Xuyao's position first in three steps and two steps - the middle position in the third column, Zhou Yan's right hand side.

Originally, when arranging seats at the beginning of school, he wanted to be at the same table with brother Zhuo, but brother Zhuo directly occupied the last row, saying that he didn't need to be at the same table.

He thought that even if he couldn't be at the same table with Brother Zhuo, it would be pretty good to be at the front and back tables. As a result, Brother Zhuo pushed Zhou Yan in front of him, and Xie Xuyao ​​next to Zhou Yan.

That's right, there's only one spot left.

Sun Wenhao resented this deeply.

Forget it with Zhou Yan, he and Brother Zhuo have been friends since childhood.

But Xie Xuyao's time with Brother Zhuo is obviously about the same as him, why can he be closer to Brother Zhuo?

Is it because he is more dog?

Every time Xie Xuyao ​​took his seat, it would remind him of this.

Thinking of this, he gets angry.

When Sun Wenhao walked diagonally across, Li Zhaozhuo casually gave him a sideways glance, "It's called a soul."

With a playful smile, Sun Wenhao took out a bottle of water from his table, paused boldly, some water fell down his chin, wiped his mouth casually, and began to brag about their "accomplishments".

"Hehehe, brother Zhuo, didn't you see how smelly the bearded face was in the last class, knocking on the table and palette, seeing that we are still playing our own way, with bearded eyes staring at our brothers, the eyes are so ugly Jumping out from behind the glasses, shit, that look is so fucking funny haha."

Lao Liu's full name is Liu Huzhi, and "Liu Beard" is a "pet name" given to him by his students.

In fact, the three other than him are really strong.

Beard felt uncomfortable in his heart, deliberately making such a big noise, knocking on the table and using the palette, the three of them were stunned because they were not distracted by Liu Beard.

Brother Zhuo covered his head to catch up on sleep, Zhou Yan took an unknown English book and read it there, Xie Gou chatted with the woman in full swing.

As for him, he certainly could not listen.

He was playing a game at the time, and when he dropped the bearded book, he was so frightened that his hands trembled, and the game ended on the spot, and several teammates scolded him for being green.

He was so angry that he immediately restarted a round.

Under the gaze of the bearded "Ci Ai" blatantly, his movements were exaggerated, and even Xie Gou scolded him for being sick, and suddenly he became epileptic and went mad after playing well.

But when he saw that the bearded face was getting uglier, he felt much more at ease.

"Young or not, what's so funny about that, are you a primary school student, Haozi?"

Following the joking words, a big hand came down, and there was an unceremonious rubbing on his head, so strong that it pushed his head down quite a bit, as if to rub his head off.

Sun Wenhao exploded immediately, and vigorously slapped the hand on his head off, stuck his neck, and almost pointed at his nose and scolded, "You are so stupid, thank you dog, you dare to put your paw on the young man's head after you wipe it clean?! "

Hearing what he called him, although the corners of Xie Xuyao's mouth were still curled up, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, "Little brat's mouth is dirty, say it again, why are you thanking me?"

When Sun Wenhao registered for household registration, he was registered by his careless father a year earlier, which is also a year earlier than usual.