Be at the same table with the rumored boss

Su Mianyang originally wanted to lean on his arm to watch Xiao Lang write the self-criticism, but fell asleep on his stomach after a while.

In the end, he was awakened by the brightness of Xiao Lang's cell phone. At first, Su Mianyang was not willing to wake up, and only wanted to forcefully fall asleep regardless.

As a result, the person on the other end of the phone was persistent and still didn't hang up after half a minute, probably because there was something urgent.

Su Mianyang tugged at Xiao Lang's cuff, pointed to his desk pocket, and gestured for a phone call.

Xiao Lang cut off the call, but the person on the other end of the phone seemed to be extremely persistent, not giving up until he reached his goal, and did not give up even after being hung up twice in a row.

As the screen turned on for the third time, Xiao Lang finally compromised.

The sound of cloth rubbing against each other sounded from the side. It is still between classes, and the teacher on duty and the dean will pass by the door of the class at any time.

Obviously going to the corridor to answer the phone was not a good choice, so Xiao Lang could only lower his voice as much as possible, lying on his seat and answering the phone.

Su Mianyang didn't hear the content of the call clearly, and could only vaguely recognize a few words from Xiao Lang's abnormally cold voice.

"Have you had enough trouble?"

"The back door of the school."

"Liu Shilong, this is the last time."

A long time after the final call ended, there was a sound from the pocket next to the table. When the phone was put back, Su Mianyang heard Xiao Lang sigh softly. The voice was so small that he almost thought it was an auditory hallucination.

He had heard that similar sigh from Ms. Zhao countless times, accompanied by Ms. Zhao's lingering eyes in the smog, she stretched out her hand towards him and then lowered her hand weakly. down.

It is the helpless sigh of the drowning man.

He couldn't hold on to Ms. Zhao at that time, so that he was so powerless when the tragedy struck, but now the same signs appeared on Xiao Lang, maybe the tragedy would suddenly strike at some inadvertent moment in the future.

So Su Mianyang reached out and grabbed Xiao Lang's wrist.

It seemed that he didn't expect to be suddenly grabbed by the wrist by a sleeping person. Xiao Lang's first reaction was that Su Mianyang was having a nightmare again. He didn't even dare to move. After a while, he didn't see Su Mianyang making any other movements before he relaxed. Xiao Lang Trying to withdraw your hand without waking up the other party.

"Xiao Lang." Su Mianyang called out.

"Huh?" Xiao Lang, who was suddenly stopped, froze, looking at Su Mianyang who was lying motionless on the table, he couldn't help but wonder if he hadn't woken up until now.

"It's nothing," Su Mianyang said, "I just want to call you to see if you're still there."

Such a pitiful tone made Xiao Lang inexplicably soft-hearted. He stopped the sentence that he wanted to ask in time, "Where can I be if I am not here during class time", and leaned on Su Mianyang's ear softly with his head resting on the other free arm Say, "Well, I'm here."

Accompanied by the light scent of soap, there is also a beautiful dream. In the dream, both the sky and the earth are empty, which is the snow queen of the cold winter.

He stood under a wintersweet and quietly looked into the distance, as if he was waiting for an old friend who had returned from afar.

The snow lasted for a long time, and he still stood under the wintersweet and waited stubbornly, refusing to believe that the old man had the possibility of breaking the appointment.

"I know you will come back, so no matter how long it takes, I will wait here until the day you come back."

At the end of the dream, Su Mianyang saw a person walking towards him slowly at the end of the heavy snow. The road he walked was full of flowers, and the frost-covered branches touched by his fingertips sprouted new buds, and even the sky was covered with flowers. The color of sunset.

In front of him is ice and snow, behind him is the warmth of spring, and he walks towards him with the gentleness of the whole spring.

Su Mianyang opened his eyes and wanted to see the face of the old man clearly, but found that he couldn't see clearly in the smog anyway. woke up.

"The boy lying on his stomach in the eighth row from the far right, please answer this question."

Su Mianyang was pushed back by Zhang Haichao, "Brother Yang, I asked you to answer the question."

"Ah...ah?" Su Mianyang, who woke up from the dream, was still a little not sober. He looked at the strange teacher on the podium for a long time before he realized that Jiang Yu said that Xishan would ask for leave today, and a substitute teacher would come to help They take political classes for evening self-study.

"What are you doing in a daze? Aren't you a student in this class?" In the past, Su Mianyang didn't like to listen to the politics class in the evening self-study. He just lay down on the table and let himself go. Wanting to make an example to others, he called his name when he came up.

"Sorry, I went to the wrong classroom." Su Mianyang stood up and left the classroom gracefully without saying a word.

I'm sorry, I won't kill you.

And when Su Mianyang left his seat smoothly, he realized that Xiao Lang was not in the classroom, and the seat next to him was empty.

"An honest and good student like Xiao Lang would actually skip class." Before this thought could dissipate, another ominous premonition rose in Su Mianyang's heart.

He thought of the call that Xiao Lang answered, the abnormally cold tone of the other party when answering the call, and the low sigh that fell in his ear at the end.

Recalling Xiao Lang's tone in the phone call, Su Mianyang guessed that this good student who didn't deserve his name probably had an appointment with someone, and then went to the meeting so heartlessly.

You don't know how to call him for this kind of thing, don't you know that two fists are hard to beat with four hands?

Su Mianyang felt a little depressed.

Ms. Zhao, who had clearly promised to watch him grow up, finally lowered her hand, and the person whom he grasped tightly by the wrist and whispered "I am" in his ear did not stay.

He is probably just as the neighbors say, a useless wimp, and anyone who wants to stay will leave him.

"Fuck..." Su Mianyang cursed in a low voice, and ran towards the back door of the school the next moment.

The last evening self-study was not over yet, so it was definitely out of the question to sneak out of the main entrance of the school. He could only climb out through the back wall.

It is not the first time Su Mianyang has done this kind of thing by climbing over the school wall. The front door of No. [-] Middle School is strictly guarded but the back door is obviously not well-guarded. can turn over.

Only then did Su Mianyang remember to send Zhang Haichao a message.

sy: I went to the back door of the school, how long has Xiao Lang been out?

He had to ask Xiao Lang how long he had been out, if he could catch up in a short time, if it took half an hour, then he didn't have to be so anxious.

The flowers on the Moshang are blooming, and the corpses can be collected slowly.

Zhang Haichao would always reply in seconds during class time, and sure enough, Zhang Haichao sent him a message before waiting for a minute.

The most handsome study committee member in the world:? ? ?

The most handsome study committee member in the world: Father Lang is sitting in his seat right now.

Su Mianyang happened to see this sentence when he was riding on the top of the wall, and the finger that swiped the screen shook, and he almost dropped the phone.

For a long time, he was simply late for class, because he played too much himself.

Before he could react, a bunch of flashlights suddenly shone from behind him, accompanied by the strong light, and the dean shouted angrily, "Who is that?"

Su Mianyang’s expression is very complicated now, he has no choice but to go back over the wall, and he will 100% write another review, but if he jumps down, he has half the chance to bet that the dean didn’t see his face clearly, and any fool knows which one to choose .

"Su Mianyang!" The roar caused Su Mianyang's phone to fall directly, and almost made him fall off the wall with the phone.

The dean is a middle-aged man with a balding beer belly. He is usually full of air and has a loud voice, especially when he yelled so loudly that the rest of the campus probably knew that he had skipped class, "Get down! I know you even when you turned into ashes. !"

If someone else said this sentence, Su Mianyang would definitely reply with a look of disdain, "Then you pay attention to me, your eyes are so good", but it is another matter if it is replaced by the teaching director. Su Mianyang feels that it may not be a hundred years later. People can really recognize his ashes and then record demerits and penalties to write a review.

Su Mianyang resolutely chose the latter between jumping down and accepting the punishment obediently and how long he could procrastinate. He left the dean's words behind him and jumped out of the school with a bang.

The most important thing in life is to have fun in time, and it's over if you feel happy now, and let's talk about tomorrow's troubles tomorrow.

This time escaping from class was beyond Su Mianyang's expectations. The screen of his mobile phone was blacked out after such a fall, and he couldn't contact other people. He really didn't like the environment of the Internet cafe, and there was no other place to go for entertainment at this time.

After thinking about it, he went to the barbecue restaurant in front of the school, ordered a few skewers to eat, and planned to climb over the wall and go back to school after eating supper.

When standing at the intersection and rolling the last string, Su Mianyang saw a hooded man covering his head tightly, and a panicked weirdo walked past him. When the two met, the weirdo scolded him very harshly A few mothers.

Su Mianyang frowned, but he didn't intend to cause trouble outside the school, so let it be if he wanted to.

After all, a passing mad dog bit him, so he couldn't just bite back like a dog, could he?

Then Su Mianyang saw the strange man stop in the alley behind him, and punched the wall with one fist clenched, as if he had an unshakable feud with someone, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. Dial someone's phone, "Hi, I'm Liu Shilong."

This name made Su Mianyang subconsciously look at the strange man, but he couldn't be sure of anything because of this, after all, the name was too popular.

After listening like this for a while, I found that the strange man didn't say anything important on the phone, but just a lot of dirty words splashed out, which turned Su Mianyang's appetite, so he immediately decided to stay in another place.

At the next moment, the word "Xiao Lang" in Liu Shilong's mouth nailed Su Mianyang's feet in place when he was about to leave.

He leaned against the wall behind him calmly, ate the skewers slowly, broke the wooden stick in half, and threw it into the trash can far away.

Liu Shilong didn't expect that someone would be bored enough to eavesdrop on his chat, and didn't even think about restraining his volume, so even Su Mianyang, who was at the entrance of the alley, could still hear his conversation clearly, "No matter where he turns, this He owes it all to me, and he can’t run away, if it doesn’t get blocked today, next time, I have to maim this disgusting thing.”

"You don't know what he used to be, what kind of good bird can be raised in that kind of family?" Liu Shilong spat on the ground with a cigarette in his hand, "Old beasts can only raise small beasts. explain..."

Halfway through Liu Shilong's words, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder from behind. He was startled and turned his head abruptly, and saw a good-looking boy in No. [-] Middle School uniform.

The other party's brows were flamboyant, and he smiled and said to him: "My friend, spitting is wrong. Didn't the kindergarten teacher teach you?"

You can't bite back, but you have to teach the dog a lesson.

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