Be at the same table with the rumored boss

Speaking of Beihuan, there are not many people who don’t know about Century City. To put it bluntly, it is an entertainment industry cluster area, which has everything from commercial streets to playgrounds, from breakfast shops to night markets.

There are no places to play near No. [-] Middle School, and the only place with large-scale entertainment facilities is Century City, so after weighing the balance, the school simply made a long-term contract with Century City, and all activities must be held in Century City.

The pressure in high school is tense. Several schools have been exposed to the incident of students jumping off the building. The principal of the No. [-] Middle School attaches great importance to this matter, and created a routine small holiday for the students in the first and second grades every school year.

Four days are vacated every school year, and the students will sign up at their own will. Those who are willing to go to the school will charter a car to take care of the pick-up, and those who are not willing to choose to go home and rest.

In the past six months, there are too many entrance exams and prediction papers, which took up a lot of time. Su Mianyang once thought that there was nothing to do, but he did not expect to be approved half a month before the end of the semester.

Although the time is not particularly suitable, it is a good opportunity to relax for a student like him who loves to play.

Sure enough, upon hearing the news, Zhang Haichao couldn't sit still any longer, and couldn't calm down until the application form was passed on to the seat, "The school's conscience has been discovered, Century City! There is no difficulty in this world that can overcome it." I'm in a good mood!"

Seeing the person trembling with excitement, Su Mianyang couldn't hold back for a moment and added, "Think about your English scores being similar to Zhou Wenhao's overall score."

"Hiss..." Sadness is only a momentary thing. Zhang Haichao has always been big-hearted. He said in the morning that he would study hard, and he would be able to skip class and surf the Internet in the afternoon. The space is big, and this is also a manifestation of my awesomeness."

There is nothing more suffocating in this world than this, a word of comfort that a bully can barely utter, is just regarded as a standard by the scumbags.

Su Mianyang's gaze swept across a certain top student again. At this time, Xiao Lang was turning the ruler with a pen in the middle of the triangle ruler, without even a single point of sight shifting, as if he was not interested in the routine small vacation.

"Xiao Lang? Xiao Lang?" Tried to call twice but got no answer, Su Mianyang stretched his arms across Zhang Haichao and patted Xiao Lang on the shoulder.

Seeing that someone finally turned his head and noticed him, Su Mianyang raised the application form in his hand, "Student Xiao, are you going? Century City."

Xiao Lang was a little dazed at first, and looked away after seeing the application form in Su Mianyang's hand clearly, "Thank you, I won't go."

"No...why didn't your little classmate play cards according to the routine?" Su Mianyang stopped the fountain pen in his hand, and he cleared his throat, "It's late, I will write your name on it when you say thank you .”

"That's fine." Fortunately, after a short thought, Xiao Lang didn't ask him to cross out his name, but just agreed as if he had been notified. It can be seen that the little classmate really doesn't care about this kind of thing. habitual behavior.

Su Mian moved the tip of the pen, and added Xiao Lang's name after his own name on the application form.

On the morning of the departure, everyone made an appointment to meet at the front playground, and when there were enough people to roll their names, they boarded the car and set off.

Su Mianyang came quite early, most of the class hadn't come yet, he was idle too, playing games and felt that his fingers were too cold, so he simply chose to squat on the flower bed and doze off.

Yesterday I heard Zhang Haichao talking excitedly about the small vacation in the middle of the night, which caused him some insomnia, and he woke up early when he couldn't sleep. He didn't feel anything just now, but now he is sleepy when he is free.

Su Mianyang was aroused by a burst of noisy discussions, he raised his head rather uncomfortably, and saw the creator of the topic at a glance.

During this regular holiday, students can wear private clothes, so Xiao Lang didn't wear school uniforms, but put on simple winter clothes. After getting rid of the shackles of the obese and bloated school uniforms, Su Mianyang had a new appreciation for the beauty of his classmates. cognition.

Xiao Lang is just a clothes hanger, with a well-proportioned frame, a good-looking face, thin and clean, and a good temperament. Let's just say that a person can wear a fashionable shirt even if he doesn't do anything. Landscape.

This attitude of admiration lasted until Su Mianyang saw the knitted hat that Hanger was wearing, and almost laughed at him on the spot.

Xiao Lang wore a hat made of dark blue wool. The color scheme was old and the style was out of date. In Su Mianyang's impression, the place where this thing appeared most often was on the head of Grandpa Niu playing the erhu at the entrance of the alley.

It turns out that there are some things that no matter how good-looking you are, you can't control them.

Su Mianyang called Xiao Lang's name, and waved at the person.

When Xiao Lang walked in front of him, Su Mianyang still couldn't stop laughing, he couldn't take his eyes off the knitted hat at all, "Why are you wearing this? Are your ears cold?"

"No." Xiao Lang pulled down the brim of his hat cooperatively, covering the tips of his ears that were red from the cold, "Hair is cold."

Su Mianyang laughed so hard that he was about to gasp, "I think I finally know where the gap between me and Xueba is. Xueba has nerves in his hair, and it can't be compared."

When everyone arrived, it was already half an hour later when they got into the car.

The seats on the bus are two people in a row. Zhang Haichao and Liu Xiaodao got on the bus actively, occupying the two rows behind. When they saw Su Mianyang getting on the bus, they waved to them.

Some people were putting luggage and changing seats in the car, which made the originally narrow aisle even more crowded. Su Mianyang was worried that the crowd would separate him from Xiao Lang, and stretched out his hand while pushing into the crowd.

Xiao Lang was stunned.

Su Mianyang's intentions couldn't be more obvious. Seeing that he didn't respond, he even hooked his hands. After a short hesitation, Xiao Lang stretched out his hand and grabbed Su Mianyang's knuckles.

After getting a response, Su Mianyang seemed to think that he was not pulling tightly enough, so his palms sank, and he passively and proactively clenched his hand even harder, half-dragging him to the back row.

"You two are very affectionate." Seeing the two of them approaching hand in hand, Liu Xiaodao couldn't hold back his teasing.

"It's not as good as the two of you. Every day, the double row is negative and upward." Everyone has played together since the first year of high school. They know what words can hurt the most. Every time Liu Xiaodao said such jokes about him, Su Mianyang would Catch the scars of their red record.

"Wow, Brother Yang, I'm heartbroken." Zhang Haichao held his heart in his hands, with a heartbroken look on his face.

Too lazy to talk about Zhang Haichao, a showman, Su Mianyang wanted to take advantage of the situation and sit inside by the window, but suddenly thought of something, "Are you motion sick?"

Before Xiao Lang had time to react, Su Mianyang stopped in place, and his eyes signaled Xiao Lang to sit in.

It can be seen that everyone is excited about this small vacation, pulling the people around them to talk endlessly, and the whole carriage is filled with the voices of students chattering.

Later, Qian Haitang, the literary and art committee member, volunteered to sing a song for everyone. The gentle and melodious singing ignited the atmosphere, and completely cut off Su Mianyang's idea of ​​going back to sleep.

"Wen Hao, you've improved so much this time, let's play a song!" Zhu Yanyan is the sports committee member of Class [-]. She is a girl with a neutral appearance and a straightforward personality. They can play well, and are called "Master" by the whole class.

Qian Haitang started, and Zhu Yanyan, who is an active member of the class, naturally would not fail to support her. At that time, all attention was focused on Zhou Wenhao.

"I can't," Zhou Wenhao, who was stared at by everyone and had a dull personality, was obviously not used to it. He lowered his head and even lowered his voice, "Compared to me, why don't you ask the number one in our class?"

"I think it's okay," Zhu Yanyan turned her head and scanned around the carriage before finding the target. She smiled and waved to Xiao Lang, "A high school master, let's play a song."

With just a few words, all the audience's attention was focused on Xiao Lang.

"Sorry...I can't sing." Xiao Lang was a little surprised that the topic was suddenly shifted to himself. He smiled, and the voice of rejection sounded much weaker than before getting into the car.

Su Mianyang realized something, and turned his head to look at Xiao Lang. The other party's complexion was indeed not very good-looking, his brows were slightly wrinkled, his elbow was propped on the armrest, and his right hand was rubbing his temple repeatedly.

"Don't be shy, Xueba, we haven't heard you sing yet." Zhu Yanyan, who was sitting in the front row, couldn't see the situation in the back row, thinking that Xiao Lang was just embarrassed to speak, and still jokingly asked someone to sing with a smile.

"I..."

"Why don't you ask me to sing at the same table? Lord Yan, you are not looking down on my title of little prince of love songs." Su Mianyang's lazy voice sounded at the right time, and the voice was not loud, but in this case Enough for everyone present to notice.

Zhu Yanyan did not expect that Su Mianyang, who had never had much contact with her, would take the initiative to talk to her. She was stunned for a moment, and she reacted in the next second, "Blame me, blame me, why don't Brother Yang play a song first?"

As soon as these words came out, before Su Mianyang could say anything, Zhang Haichao's excited voice came out, "Don't, don't, don't! Master Yan, his singing is really terrible. A little swallow can sing the eighteen bends of a mountain road. Feel."

"Get out, you still sing like the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau." Su Mianyang cursed with a smile.

Two or three jokes rounded up the topic of singing, and Zhu Yanyan also realized something, so she picked up a girl with a good relationship to take over the conversation, and it didn't take long for the singing sounded again in the carriage.

Su Mianyang stretched out his hand and opened the window. Seeing that Xiao Lang had no objection, he grabbed his left hand and rubbed it at the position of two fingers on his wrist.

After a while, Xiao Lang's complexion gradually improved, and he moved his fingertips, "What kind of acupuncture point is this?"

"Psychological effect point," Su Mianyang responded casually, seeing Xiao Lang raised his eyebrows, and didn't mean to ask more, Su Mianyang didn't hold back himself and said, "Neiguan point, rubbing it will make you feel more comfortable when you get motion sickness. If you are really motion sick and uncomfortable, just sleep for a while, and I will call you when you get there."

Xiao Lang didn't refuse this proposal, he felt unnatural but still didn't have the nerve to pull out his hand, nodded and said thanks, and simply leaned on his arm and closed his eyes.

Although it was a bit impolite, the motion sickness did make Xiao Lang a little mentally ill. There was still at least half an hour's journey to the destination, and he might not be able to make it through.

Su Mianyang kneaded for a while, and saw that Xiao Lang's breathing gradually stabilized before he stopped, but there was one thing that was still troublesome—his hand was still pressed under Xiao Lang's wrist, and he had to twitch without disturbing the other's sleep. It's really difficult to fight back.

Facts have proved that this is indeed the case. Su Mianyang tried to move a certain finger, and Xiao Lang grabbed his hand tightly in response to stress.

"...fuck." What else can I do with the hole I dug besides kneeling and filling it?

The mobile phone in his pocket was still vibrating, Su Mianyang took out the mobile phone with his left hand with some difficulty, and just opened the screen, pop-up windows popped up one after another.

In the group named "A Group of Handsome Guys", the group leader "Wooden Stick" posted a lot of photos with his girlfriends, with a group of single dogs at the bottom.

This is a small group established by a few male students in Su Mianyang's third class of junior high school. They have a strong relationship with each other. If you have anything to say in the group, you can basically settle it.

The group leader "Wooden Stick", whose real name is Lin Kun, was named "Wooden Stick" by the head teacher with bad eyesight in the new semester because of his sloppy handwriting.

Since then, the name of "Wooden Stick" has been handed down, and it has been passed down from ten to hundreds of times. In the end, the whole grade knows that there is a classmate in Class [-] whose ancestors are Shaolin disciples. name.

Lin Kun's house is very close to Su Mianyang's house. They played together since they were young, but Lin Kun's grades were not very good, and he finally got into a branch school in the high school entrance examination. They didn't play together much after high school.

Here, Lin Kun showed his love for a long time, and finally offended the public. Several people changed from sending flowers and applauding to holding up torches, and Aitsu Mianyang even asked Lin Kunfa's young him to come out and make decisions.

What does this have to do with him?No calamity.

Su Mianyang didn't intend to reply at first, but after glancing at his and Xiao Lang's tightly intertwined hands from the corner of the eye, a wicked thought came to his heart.

He turned on his mobile phone to find the camera, and took a photo of the hands of the two people stacked together. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, Su Mianyang clicked to send to the group chat, and by the way, Aite sent all the members.

One after another, small question marks in the group lined up in a neat formation for a new wave of swiping.

- No... Brother, let you decide, not let you abuse the dog.

- Fuck, come again?

- Withdraw from the group, let me wait for the lone wolf noble and my own grassland to go wild.

-Damn it, you are the only one who can talk about being single so refreshingly.

Su Mianyang didn't make any reply to this, and after watching the bickering among the people in the group, he closed the chat group with a smile.

After exiting the chat interface, Su Mianyang looked at the photo of the two hands tightly clasped together, and his finger stayed on the delete key for a while, but he couldn't press it down.

It's also good to keep a memory.

When Su Mianyang was about to turn off his mobile phone, the contact "Wooden Stick" sent a message with only a simple "?" in it.

sy:.

Wooden stick: Get out, I'm asking when you dated your girlfriend, why don't I know anything?

sy: Not a girlfriend, but a boyfriend.

Wooden Stick: You are... a little sudden.

sy:?

Wooden Stick: Have you thought about it?Seriously dating this boy?

sy: I'm sorry, I missed a word, it's a male friend.