clean moonlight

"Zhou, why didn't you soak your oatmeal porridge? Didn't you tell you to soak it between classes?" Zou Yi took Shen Zhizhou's schoolbag and put the oatmeal meal replacement porridge he just took out into it.

"Hey, have you eaten the biscuit?" Zou Yi immediately asked happily: "Is it delicious? How is mom's cooking?"

"It's delicious, it's delicious! My old mother, if you don't hurry up, I'm going to be late." Shen Zhizhou swallowed the last steamed bun, thought for a while, then turned and went to the storage room.

"Okay, okay, nougat biscuits are delicious, but don't eat too much, they stick to your teeth." Zou Yi handed him his schoolbag and said, "Oatmeal porridge still needs to be soaked. The four classes in the morning are too long. Drinking it is not good for the stomach. good".

Shen Zhizhou took the schoolbag and took a bag of milk, bit it on his mouth, and said vaguely, "Eating more vegetables is good for the stomach, why do you still eat meat every day?"

"You..." Zou Yi was interrupted by Shen Zhizhou before Zou Yi finished speaking: "Here, my dad has come back from two laps, you hurry up and follow, exercise is good for that"

After Shen Zhizhou finished speaking, he shook the milk at Shen Fang who had just stepped into the door, then ignored his mother's resentful eyes and went to school.

"Fang Fang, I'm too tired to cook for Zhouzhou." Zou Yi pretended to rub his arms, and blinked desperately at Shen Fang.

"Didn't I make breakfast before I went out? Why are you so tired?" Shen Fang said as he pulled her hand down, and bent down to put on her running shoes without waiting for her to explain.

"Husband, I'm really tired today! I still want to...shh!" Zou Yi shrank his feet and didn't break free, so he followed Shen Fang's intention and closed his mouth by the way.

"You are only required to exercise for three days, seven days a week, and you have to push three times. The doctor said that sleeping too much is not good, and I will wake up half an hour earlier in the future. I will watch you cook for Zhouzhou." Shen Fang tied his shoelaces, tugged to make sure Then say it again.

"Oh my husband, what are you talking about, I can't hear you! I'm going to run a little longer today, so I'm leaving first!" Zou Yi ran out without waiting for Shen Fang to speak again, and it was simply too much to let her sleep less for half an hour. her life.

Shen Fang smiled helplessly, turned around and took the thermos before following out.

"Brother Zhou, how about breastfeeding?" Li Sinian squeezed to Shen Zhizhou's side while biting a piece of bread, and said in a low voice, "Shall we live in school together?"

"Why?" Shen Zhizhou just finished asking and added two words "don't live".

"Why?" Li Sinian looked at him sadly: "Isn't my cousin staying at my house recently? She harassed me every day, you know? She blocked the enter button on my computer, a keyboard without an enter button It's soulless."

"The black widow you bought last month?" Shen Zhizhou frowned, it was the final result of a day of watching the strategy with Li Sinian.

"Isn't it! She still wears my jersey as a skirt, and my idol is trampled under her feet..."

Li Sinian was dragged into the canteen by Shen Zhizhou before he finished speaking, Shen Zhizhou pointed to the row where tools were placed and said, "Be quick, class is about to start!"

Li Sinian left without looking at it: "Haven't you ever thought about being a labor manager? Can the doorknob of your house be locked?"

Shen Zhizhou grabbed him and said, "You buy it first, I have a solution." Then he reached out for an iron chain and a few super-strong hooks.

Li Sinian silently followed, sighing in his heart: "Same people, different brains".

Due to wasted time at the canteen, Shen Zhizhou and Li Sinian both stepped on time to enter the classroom.

Li Sinian is in the liberal arts class, and the teaching building is on the fifth floor, one floor lower than Shen Zhizhou.He ran to the door of the classroom and had time to turn around and gesture "Yeah" to Shen Zhizhou. Shen Zhizhou shook the chain in his hand and ran upstairs.

Zhang Yang stood in front of the blackboard and wrote something. When the bell rang, he felt a gust of wind blowing in.When she finished writing and turned back, everyone sat in their seats in a proper manner.

Shen Zhizhou looked at the words on the blackboard, picked up the pen on the desk and poked the tall man in the front row: "Our class hasn't elected a class committee yet?"

"Yeah, the teacher said to get used to it for a week. It just so happens that there are two more lessons from the head teacher this morning, huh..." The tall man felt that something was wrong, and when he turned around, he saw Yang Qingze who was working hard on the problem behind him. Looking at Shen Zhizhou, he couldn't figure out the situation for a while.

"Ahem...it's me." Shen Zhizhou coughed lightly, not feeling ashamed at all for not being absent from class every day but not even knowing whether he had been elected as a class committee member.

"En." Gao Zi quickly turned his head back, and answered softly.

Seeing that Zhang Yang was brushing on the blackboard again, Shen Zhizhou didn't know what to write, so he gently put the schoolbag on the table to block it, then took out the iron chain and super strong hook and started to fiddle with it.

Shen Zhizhou was immersed in his big battle of "rectifying bear children". When he turned around again, the candidate for monitor had already finished his speech, so he naturally didn't know who was there.

Zhang Yang looked at Yang Qingze unintentionally, announcing that the next candidate for the study committee would come up to give a speech.

Yang Qingze didn't even raise his head, his slender hands quickly filled in the practice papers.But the eyes were aiming towards the side intentionally or unintentionally, thinking about countless school violence incidents in his mind.

"Nuo" Shen Zhizhou put down the iron chain in his hand, unzipped his schoolbag and threw a pack of milky-white-wrapped nougat biscuits on Yang Qingze's desk.

"How many times have you glanced at it? Dad said that every day, every day." Shen Zhizhou's last word "yes" was a bit lacking in confidence, and he unconsciously thought of the few nougats left in the storage room. biscuit.

Yang Qingze froze for a moment, then stuffed the biscuit into the drawer, his eyes were still fixed on Shen Zhizhou's hand.

"What? Do you want to play?" Shen Zhizhou became interested, and he grabbed Yang Qingze's hand three times and tied it up.He also picked up the pig-shaped super-strong hook and hung it in the gap of the iron chain, and then admired his masterpiece.

Yang Qingze glanced at him erratically, becoming more and more sure of his previous guess, and silently made a decision in his heart.

"Ah..." Before Shen Zhizhou finished shouting, Yang Qingze's right hand, which he didn't know when to untie, covered his mouth.Before Shen Zhizhou could react, Yang Qingze had already pressed his head on his lap.Surprised, Shen Zhizhou also thought of fighting back, but unfortunately his hands were already bound by the previous iron chains.

The classroom suddenly fell silent, and the two of them didn't know what happened.

Yang Qingze raised his head and followed Zhang Yang's expectant gaze, and saw that most of the students in the class were looking at his row.

"Let you run for the study committee!" The tall man in the front row couldn't help reminding softly, seeing the confused expressions of the two people behind him.

"No, thank you." Yang Qingze heaved a sigh of relief, and waved his hands as if rejecting a salesman in a shopping mall.

"Hey... hey..." The students turned their heads one after another, and shouted, "Li Jiayao" as if thinking of something.

Li Jiayao, who was named, stood up bravely and won the title of study committee member with almost no competitors.

The sports committee will go to the tall family, and then there will be the election of the life committee and the literature and art committee.

Shen Zhizhou almost spoke with Li Mu, and Li Mu glanced at Shen Zhizhou.Shen Zhizhou quickly followed up and said, "I'm also running for the literary and art committee." After speaking, he stretched out his hand in front of Yang Qingze as a matter of course.

Yang Qingze looked at his smug eyes and thought to himself: "Sure enough, he will do whatever it takes to commit a crime."

Seeing that Yang Qingze had no intention of explaining to him, Shen Zhizhou couldn't help reminding softly: "There are competitors, you can't just let me give a speech like this."

Yang Qingze hesitated for a moment, and a few red marks on his slender wrist followed the movement of his hands before Shen Zhizhou's eyes.

"Then I... just be the life committee member." Yang Qingze's hand holding the iron chain moved away after hearing these words.

Shen Zhizhou moved his lips, wanting to say "then me too", but was stunned by Yang Qingze's actions.

He lowered his head to see where there was still an iron chain in his hand, and then saw his iron chain entered Yang Qingze's schoolbag.

Shen Zhizhou moved his lips, and was stunned by his own hands without saying anything.He glanced at the red mark sunk into Yang Qingze's skin, and then at his still fair hand.

"Are you hurt?" Yang Qingze pulled Shen Zhizhou's hand, and pressed his fingertips on the joints.Then he shook it again and said: "Maybe the blood is not circulating, just move it and it will be fine."

"En." Shen Zhizhou nodded, and said, "Heart" while clutching his chest.

Yang Qingze gave him a sideways glance, picked up the pen and continued to do his homework.

During recess, Shen Zhizhou jumped out of the window without saying anything.Yang Qingze glanced at the table leg on which his toes were resting, feeling like he was meddling in his own business.

Shen Zhizhou went straight to the next class and rummaged through Chen Nuoyan's schoolbag.

"I don't believe it...you..." Shen Zhizhou tucked at Chen Nuoyan with a piece of aunt's towel between his fingers.

Chen Nuoyan, nicknamed Chen Buxin, is a character who exists like a "Doraemon".To put it simply, he has everything and lives a very delicate life.

"Bring it..." Chen Nuoyan grabbed the aunt's towel and stuffed it into his belt, and explained under Shen Zhizhou's surprised eyes: "That pervert, Old Xiang, let us run at night, and it won't hurt to put this on our feet."

"Isn't that hot?" Shen Zhizhou looked at Chen Nuoyan's belt thoughtfully.

"No, this sweat-absorbing one is great..." Chen Nuoyan stopped and stared at him: "So, why are you looking through my schoolbag?"

"I remember that you have some comfortable hand cream, why can't you find it?" Shen Zhizhou said and went to dig through Chen Nuoyan's drawer again.

"Oh, it's L'Occitane. I'm afraid of you, why do you want this?" Chen Nuoyan took out hand cream from his trouser pocket and spread it in front of Shen Zhizhou.

"Thank you, I'll treat you to dinner another day." Shen Zhizhou ran out as soon as he grabbed it, leaving Chen Nuoyan in front of the schoolbag looking at the messed up things and going crazy.

Shen Zhizhou sneaked into the classroom from the back of the classroom, and stood beside Yang Qingze with his hands behind his back.

Yang Qingze moved, stood up and let him in, and then sat down slowly.

As soon as he sat down, his hand was pulled over. Shen Zhizhou was applying hand cream on his hand while muttering: "This comfort pill smells good, lemon?"

"Huh? Why isn't it good?" Shen Zhizhou's warm fingertips rubbed against Yang Qingze's hand lightly, and suddenly moved his fingertips like a ghost, inserting his fingers one by one into his.

"My God, Qingqing, you are like a cold water bag for walking. Don't move, lend me to keep you warm."

Yang Qingze: "..."