The cold school god can't move

The boy was stunned.It turned out that he thought he was venting carefully, but the person in front of him who he clamored to break up with took it into his heart and took action.

yes!I just want to see what you look like with a shaved head, I really want to!But I always thought you were not happy at all.It took me nearly a noon to sort out my thoughts, and I couldn't think of a satisfactory way to apologize. In the end, it turned out that all of this was unnecessary.

Dai Guochao's heart was filled with a wave of gentleness, pervasively infused into every corner of his heart, quickly dissipating the nine songs that Dai Guochao had been entangled with for most of the noon.

Unexpected happiness instantly covered Dai Guochao's face, and he suddenly grinned silently.

Mao Jiang looked at Dai Guochao’s bald head wearing a black hat, on which the little monk outlined with white lines was lying contentedly half-lying and basking in the sun. His lazy appearance was very similar to being lazy while studying. Dai Guochao himself.

Mao Jiang, who was completely awake, finally showed a smile on his face.He looked at Dai Guochao's silly smile from the bottom of his heart and asked:

"Didn't you say there were just two hats left? Is there any more for me?"

Dai Guochao suppressed his smile unnaturally, took out another white hat from his schoolbag in embarrassment, held it in front of him and turned it back and forth a few times, not intending to give it to Mao Jiang.

"No more. I've already worn this at noon...I..."

"You prefer black, don't you?"

"Yeah, black looks cool!"

Dai Guochao replied while nodding his head, while looking at the hat that had already run into Mao Jiang's hand in an instant.

"Give me the white one, I don't mind it."

Mao Jiang pulled the strap on the back of the hat, tried it on his head, and after adjusting it to the right size, he took it off and held it in his hand for a closer look.The little monk on this hat is ready to charge forward with vigor.He glanced at the patterns of other people's hats, and the more he looked, the more he felt that these patterns matched them inexplicably.

Chi Cheng and Chi Yuan surrounded him, seeing the little man in front of him who had vowed to break up with Mao Jiang at lunch, who broke his promise in a blink of an eye, looked at Dai Guochao with disdain, and deliberately teased:

"Little man, does your face hurt?"

Why does Dai Guochao care about these?Overwhelmed with joy, he opened the fruit box and put it on Chi Cheng's table, smiled slyly, raised his eyebrows in a "hush" look and said:

"That moment, this moment! Come, come, let's eat some fruit first to refresh our minds!"

In the box was a box full of big cherries that Grandma Dai had washed for them during their lunch break.The bright red cherries are like a heart full of love. Once you bite into it, it is sweet and sour, and even the sauce is rich red.

Chi Yuan pushed Chi Cheng aside to occupy his seat, Chi Cheng didn't say anything, and habitually leaned against the window sill.

Seeing that Chi Cheng only ate one and then stopped, Chi Yuan thought that Chi Cheng was a little far away, so he handed Chi Cheng two cherries that were still connected together, and said full of praise:

"These big cherries are delicious, much better than any I've ever had. Don't you like them?"

Chi Cheng took the cherry and bit one, then said in a low voice, "If you like it, there is still a box in the refrigerator at home."

Chi Cheng finished his words here, but Chi Yuan's heart was inexplicably filled with a morning dew-like breeze. In this drowsy and hot early summer, it made people feel refreshed and moist.

Mao Jiang added the cherry juice on his lips, and turned his head to ask Dai Guochao, who was lying lazily on his shoulders as if he had no bones:

"Where did you get the cherries? Are they from the Desert Farm?"

"That's right, didn't you eat it a few days ago? Uncle Chi brought it. Although we didn't get to pick it ourselves, we are still blessed by Young Master Chi, and we may be able to eat two more in a few days."

Thus, the face-slapping incident was exposed abruptly under Dai Guochao's sharp mouth, which he couldn't stop eating.

I don't know how Lianqiao, who sent them to school by the way, would feel if she saw the scene in front of her?After all, in Lianqiao's perception all along, Mao Jiang is the most calm and well-behaved of the three of them.Who would have thought that he could not escape Dai Guochao's bewitchment in the end, and he shaved his head willingly, paying for her vowed "Mao Jiang's brain is still there".

Chi Cheng glanced at Dai Guochao who would say "Master Chi" from time to time.This guy always calls Chi Cheng's father "Uncle Chi" very smoothly when he doesn't see his real self.Chi Cheng is always a little worried. One day, Dai Guochao's mouth will be bald, and he will directly call out "Master Chi" to his face, and then call him "Mr. Chi". Sour.

The cherries in the box faded quickly.

At this moment, Tong Yan and Meng Xiaoyu both appeared at their "dining table".

"Hey, where are the little monks having dinner together?"

Because Chi Yuan and Chi Cheng shaved their heads successively, the students in the class were already immune to the bald heads who followed suit.

Only when Director Gao came into the classroom, he saw the extra bright bald heads, always with a heartbroken expression speechless.It seemed that the shaved hair had been cut from his head.

When Dai Guochao heard Tong Yan's voice, he turned over and sat up, looked at Tong Yan and invited with a smile: "Come, come, let's eat together!"

Tong Yan was not polite either, first handed a few to Meng Xiaoyu who was too shy to reach out, and then tasted one by herself, it was really delicious.

"It's really rare, student Dai Guochao. It's flattering to actually ask me to eat for more than ten years! It's okay, don't eat the rest, it's all mine!"

Saying that, he picked up the box on the table domineeringly, and went back to his seat.

"Tong Yan! We haven't said anything yet!"

"Oh!" Tong Yan just remembered that she was not pulled here by Meng Xiaoyu to eat cherries.

"Is there going to be a lottery for the basketball game this afternoon?"

"Yes." Mao Jiang nodded.

"Yeah, the art festival is only a few days away since the basketball game started. In the morning, Lao Xu told me and Xiao Yu'er that the programs and exhibition boards should be prepared as soon as possible. Don't leave one class after another like last year. If you get good grades, you can’t do anything else.”

Mao Jiang felt a little uncomfortable when he heard it.Chi Yuan picked up the conversation and said:

"So you guys had such a miserable life last year? It's okay, this year will definitely be better than last year!"

After finishing speaking, Chi Yuan unconsciously looked at Chi Cheng, and all the expectations in his heart were projected onto Chi Cheng's body at a glance.Chi Cheng caught Chi Yuan's gaze, but didn't respond with a single word.

After listening to Chi Yuan's exciting encouragement, Dai Guochao also echoed:

"That's right, tell me, Mr. Squad Leader, what to draw on the exhibition board this year, and how to arrange it, I will do my best!"

"Okay, then it's a deal, let's discuss it carefully later!"

At this time last year, Dai Guochao’s parents were arguing with him about his studies in literature, and they also insisted on their own opinions about his painting. mind and soul.Dai Guochao was in a bad mood and didn't have the mood to paint.

The works on the exhibition boards of other classes were selected among the best ones, but the first class did not even fill up the positions on the exhibition boards, and finally gave up participating in the exhibition directly.

But this year, with Dai Guochao's words, the first big thing on Tong Yan and Meng Xiaoyu's minds came to fruition.

The basketball game finally started amidst the eager anticipation of the students.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Mao Jiang couldn't wait to rush to the playground to wait for the lottery, accompanied by Dai Guochao and Chi Yuan.It was rare for Chi Cheng to follow alone at the end of the class team, keeping a distance of two or three people from the team, and strolled leisurely to the playground.

In the first round of elimination, the entire [-] classes in the second grade were divided into eight groups for the first round of elimination. At this time, it is not only about strength, but also about luck.

If there is a huge difference in strength, the two sides will naturally survive the fittest, but if they meet equal strength, then both sides will definitely try their best. After all, if they can't fight this first round of competition, then they can only appear outside the field as spectators.

In the first year of high school, their class was eliminated in the first round by a class that was not very strong. When Mao Jiang thought about this, he felt bitter and sore in his heart.

That summer, Dai Guochao was half a head shorter than he is now, and Chi Cheng didn't even come to the match scene. The tacit understanding among the players was still far behind. As the only school basketball player in the class, he couldn't bring much. My pig teammate!

The sports committees of each class lined up in the office of the physical education teaching and research group to draw lots. Except for the sports committees of classes [-] and [-], who were calm as usual, the sports committees of other classes were secretly praying in their hearts that they would not be drawn into these two devil classes.Most of the sports students in the whole grade are concentrated in Class [-] and Class [-]. Once the first round of the duel is drawn, it may be more decent to just bow their heads and admit defeat rather than let them die on the court.

The lottery is drawn according to the class number.Mao Jiang was the first to draw lots.He grabbed a ping pong ball from the box, a yellow No. 3 ball.After registering, he stood aside with Chi Yuan and Dai Guochao to wait for the results.The white No. 3 ball hadn't been born until the fifth class was drawn.

It was the turn of class six, and the three of them stared at the hands of the sports committee of class six, feeling as if their eyes were about to go straight.The ball was taken out, it was yellow, and the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

It was the turn of the science class to draw lots. The sports committee of Class Seven closed his eyes and quickly grabbed a ball out of it. When he saw it, he was dumbfounded. The white number 7 was in a group with Class Six.

Several physical education teachers and homeroom teachers at the scene couldn't hold down the sports committee of Class Seven. They just said "Fuck me!" and almost opened the lottery box immediately.In the first round of the duel, they met the king's division, and it wasn't that the sports committee of Class Seven was underestimating themselves. This was tantamount to directly declaring the end of their class's competition!Even the head teacher of class seven shook his head helplessly.

"Can you still play games happily! It's not fair at all, can't the sports class go directly to the next round with a bye in the first round? Do you have to let the other class be tortured and killed from the beginning?"

Class 1 is the NO.[-] of the science class of the second year of high school, and the grades are ranked first in the grade. There are many boys in the class, and the big one is chosen from a pile of watermelons. He happened to meet a king-level opponent.Their class doesn't have two former basketball team captains and vice-captains who can run down the entire court like Class [-] and [-] in high school!

The competition of the seventh group was on the second day, and the sports committee of the seventh class had nothing to love. He glanced absentmindedly at the sports committee of the sixth class who had just drawn the numbers, and left.

The three Mao Jiangs didn't see the white No. 3 ball that enshrined the hopes of the whole class when Class [-] was drawn.When the Sports Committee of Class [-] put his hand into the lottery box, the three of them held their breath in unison, and stared at the hand that hadn't been taken out without daring to blink.

The author says:

Typo obsessive-compulsive disorder me... T^T