The vest is still solid today

The noisy classroom fell silent in an instant. Every student who was not doing their jobs put away their side jobs in the shortest possible time, took out brand-new textbooks and pretended to study hard.

This "Xiaoqiang" is not the cockroach, but Wu Xiaoqiang, their teaching director. Apart from checking the discipline from class to class in self-study classes, this person is passionate about catching students who fall in love everywhere, and he is as pervasive as Xiaoqiang.His figure will appear in every quiet corner of the campus, maybe in a surveillance corner at the corner of the corridor, or in an alley near the school - watching for young couples going to school hand in hand.

His rapid actions, erratic movements, and precise attacks made the view that "Wu Xiaoqiang is a gold medal paparazzi who was delayed by education" highly recognized by every class of students.It is said that there was once a senior who thought he could break his 100% record of catching puppy love. When he went to a nearby breakfast shop hand in hand, Xiaoqiang suddenly appeared with a "swish—" and smiled at them, barely scaring the young couple. Have a heart attack.

Today, the revolution has not yet succeeded, and the students of the No. [-] Middle School are still fighting wits and courage with Comrade Wu Xiaoqiang, head of the FFF regiment, passing on the accumulated experience and the wisdom of the people one after another.

The news of the students who raised the alarm was very reliable. Before the textbooks in their hands had turned a few pages, director Wu Xiaoqiang walked into the classroom with his hands behind his back, and stretched his neck while walking: "That one over there! The one in the last row , your book is turned upside down, don’t you know?”

The boy who was pointed made a face at him, turned the book upside down and straightened it, grabbed the pen on the side and pretended to take notes.

Wu Xiaoqiang: "..."

He felt that the majesty of his dean had been challenged.

Director Wu wanted to say a few more words, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Yu Yu sitting in the corner of the first row, so he immediately gave up fishing the brats in the VIP area, and the map bombarded all Class Nine: "I didn't mean you, look Look at you, Ban Yuyu, who is already the first in the grade and still keeps in mind the mission of studying, don't you feel the call of the mission..."

Director Wu wandered over to Yu Yu to praise her, but found that the book in Yu Yu's hand was a study material.

It's clearly a game guide.

It's also fucking a game strategy that is taking notes.

Are the current top students so obliterated? !

Wu Xiaoqiang stared at him for a long time. The two strands of hair drooping in the middle of his forehead were almost turned into cockroach beards. Yu Yu took off his earphones and looked at him with innocent eyes, while Du Xu smiled openly.

Director Wu choked in his throat, he beat his chest and coughed twice, thinking that it would be better for him not to talk nonsense with these two skinny bastards.

It was Yizhihua's prime time, and he didn't want to experience the feeling of myocardial infarction yet.

Yu Yu gave the director a sympathetic look, lit a row of small candles for him in her heart, and exchanged the game strategy in her hand for an English textbook.

Nearly half a month after the start of school, Yu Yu recognized all the teachers in all subjects. The students in the class did not say that they all knew each other, at least they could be familiar with each other. talk to him.

Yu Yu looked at her face in the mirror, her bangs were long enough to cover her eyes, and he wouldn't have wanted to talk to a classmate with such a gloomy face.

He curled his lips, just right, the roots of his ears were clean.

The nights in September are not very hot, and Qiuhu can only show off his prestige at noon.

As soon as Yu Yu came out of the bathroom, he heard the computer beeping non-stop. He grabbed the hair dryer with one hand and pulled the mouse with the other. The screen saver with colorful bubbles flashed and he returned to the desktop.

[The world's number one handsome ratio]: Mrs. Beiming, today I achieved the achievement of being left out at the same table (99/1)... I'm autistic.

Yu Yu typed with one hand: How did you get along with you at the same table?

[The world's number one handsome man]: Of course, he is invited to participate in the easiest event for boys to cultivate friendship!

[Fish in the Northern Darkness]: What activity?Bigger than anyone else?

[The world's number one handsome man]: Ma'am, you really understand!In fact, you can also get together to smoke or compare who pees farther hahahaha!

Why is this story so familiar - it feels like a replica of him and his deskmate.

Yu Yu frowned, feeling that the matter was not simple.

It can't be such a coincidence... Yu Yu remembered that he saw it in the class group, and the penguin of that person was obviously "Marshal Du".

Yu Yu, who judges others by himself, obviously did not consider that not everyone is like him, a penguin walking the Internet.

[The world's number one handsome ratio]: How about I help him change his hairstyle to reduce the distance between people from his appearance?

[Bei Ming You Yu]: Good idea, I wish you success~

Every morning is Yu Yu's fixed sleep time, and the teacher's chalk may not wake him up.

—providing someone with sufficient time to commit a crime.

Du Xu stood up and went around to the other side of the table, blocking most of the sunlight, Yu Yu's eyelids twitched, and she turned her face impatiently, thinking that you are so tall that you have the nerve to sit in the first row?

Anything over 1.8 meters is a class enemy!

The sun felt warm on her back, and Yu Yu fell asleep in a daze, unknowingly falling into someone's trap.

All I want is for you to turn your face away!Du Xu sat back in his seat, narrowed his eyes and looked at the sleeping face of his deskmate, and even dishonestly poked that soft-looking cheek.

Feel really good, thin and smooth.

The night before, Du Xu studied on Baidu's "Men's Fashion Bangs Guide" all night. He took out the haircut scissors and gestured at Yu Yu's bangs, "At the same table, I stayed up late last night to research a hundred kinds of handsome men's hairstyles and choose the best one." It suits you, I guarantee that my skills are no worse than that of a barbershop, shall we give each other a chance?"

This is a plan you agree with yourself, and it is wrong to be a double standard.

Yu Yu didn't say anything, he was already asleep.

Du Xu waited for a while, then asked in a low voice, "Then I did it?"

Of course, it is impossible for a person who is already asleep to answer. Du Xu happily took this as his default. He turned on his phone to review the hairstyles he had carefully selected, took a deep breath, and cut off the first strand of hair.

With the slight "click" sound, more and more broken hairs fell on Yu Yu's desk. When the last cut was made, the class bell rang, and Li Weiyuan entered the classroom one step ahead of himself with his bulging stomach.

Du Xu carefully cleaned up the stubble on the table, and quietly put away the "murder weapon".

The two students in the back seat also breathed a sigh of relief. They watched Du Xu die tremblingly throughout the morning self-study, for fear that the plucked tiger would wake up suddenly and then lift the table and smash it on Du Xu's head. Or pluck the curly hair on his head with bare hands.

In the first three classes, Du Xu didn't listen much, and just looked at him at the same table.

The handsome young man's delicate eyebrows and eyes are more refreshing without the cover of thick bangs, and the sense of distance is less plain. The curly eyelashes seem to be picked out one by one with a very fine brush. When they hang down, they leave a small piece on the white skin shadow.His lower lip was slightly full, his light red lips were slightly pursed, his brows were slightly frowned, and his eyelashes trembled occasionally, as if he had a bad dream.

Du Xu stared at Yu Yu's face, and felt that every facial feature of this person seemed to be according to his own aesthetics. He carefully stretched out his hand to press the center of Yu Yu's eyebrows, kneading and flattening the fine lines bit by bit. .

The girl at the back table was busy copying the blackboard with her head up, and saw Du Xu's movements from the corner of her eyes, she was so frightened that the pen drew a long black line on the page, almost tearing the paper.

This morning was supposed to be two math classes, one English class and physical chemistry class, but the English teacher was temporarily busy, so her class teacher took care of her class.

Li Wei's lectures are very detailed, ranging from the overall problem-solving ideas to the small law of triangles, he has to repeat it again, trying to make every student understand-but this kind of lecture method directly leads to 10 minutes of classroom time. not enough.

After the third period, there were 10-6 minutes of extra-class activities, but five or six minutes after the bell rang, Li Wei continued to draw his auxiliary lines as if he didn't hear anything. The nails made them unable to sit still.

It wasn't until the physics teacher knocked on the door of Class [-] that Li Wei reluctantly put down the chalk and walked off the podium.

The students in Class Nine bowed their heads one by one, mourning for the past recess activities.

Du Xu still stared at Yu Yu, he couldn't bear to look away.

The physics teacher couldn't take it anymore, picked up a chalk end and threw it over, "The student in the first row, you sleep at the same table because he knows everything. Dig it out and stuff it in your own head."

As soon as the laughter started, Du Xu quickly turned around and made a quiet gesture, pointing to Yu Yu next to him.

Feng Zhuolin was used to cheering his elder brother on, he took the lead and put his index fingers on his mouth, expressing that he would keep quiet.

The physics teacher took a deep breath, and wrote a symbol on the blackboard with chalk, telling himself not to disturb this moving tablemate.

Yu Yu slept all morning refreshed, but just as he got up, he felt something was wrong before he finished yawning. He stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and found that the long bangs that he had followed him for a vacation had receded to above his eyebrows, and he even messed up. Seventy-three points out.

The fourth middle school has a high degree of freedom in hairstyles. There is no teacher who forces students to cut their hair. It seems that the only ones who dare to do so are...

He turned his head slowly, facing a face full of "worship beating".

there is only one truth.

Du Xu stretched his long arms around Yu Yu's shoulders, and shoved the mirror borrowed from the girl next to him in front of his eyes, "Student Yu Yu, you said you are so good-looking, why do you keep covering your face? Come on, face Spring is warm and flowers are blooming towards the sea, let us face the rising sun with a new look!"

Freshman fart!

The sun is shining now!

The blue veins on the forehead closed her eyes and jumped and twirled happily. Yu Yu was so angry that her face twisted, and she desperately pulled her hair in the mirror, hoping that the bangs that would bring her a sense of security would return to their original length within three seconds.

Seeing that the tablemate was really angry, Du Xu quickly let go of him, turned over the table and took a few steps back: "Honey, if you're not happy, just scold me. I'll stand here and scold you until you're happy!"

Yu Yu had just woken up and was furious, too lazy to talk nonsense with this person, and didn't care who owned the mirror in her hand, so she threw it out with her hand.

The rectangular vanity mirror was wrapped in metal, and when the sharp corner hit Du Xu's forehead, it immediately glowed blue.

"Damn—" Du Xu wailed, covered his forehead and bent down, his handsome features twisted into a ball.

Yu Yu didn't expect that Du Xu didn't even want to hide, but just stood there and hit him. His hands froze in the air, he opened his mouth, and held back for a long time before he could say "I'm sorry".

The other thirty or so people collectively held their breath.

Most of Du Xu's evaluations on the forum are sunny and helpful, but his violent temper in junior high school has also been gossiped.

In the finals of the Chinese Junior High School Football League in May last year, Du Xu injured the opponent's main players and the referee who tried to persuade them to fight, and sent several people to the hospital to lie in bed for half a month. This violent incident caused their team to cancel the game qualifications, but he himself was only punished with a one-year suspension. Some people said that his family is a related household, or he has mines.

And when Yu Yu was in junior high school, he also fought with people outside. It is said that those who were beaten by him were sent to the ICU, and one was promoted to a vegetable. He himself had a broken left leg and stayed in the hospital for three months. The matter was recorded in the file - this "said" came from a junior high school classmate who was admitted to the No. [-] Middle School with him.

This god of learning doesn't do anything, doesn't talk, he looks like a high-power refrigerator, and only Du Xu dares to pluck the hair on the tiger's head-this kind of bastard who looks rough, thick and invulnerable at first glance, deserves to be let by the storm that hit him. Come more violently.

There was the sound of chasing and fighting in the corridor. More and more students walked out of the classroom to go to the playground, but no one in Class Nine dared to speak out at this time. People opened the back door, packed up and prepared to run away at all times, so as not to be implicated by the anger of the big bosses.

Du Xu grinned in pain, and was about to curse, but when he looked up, he bumped into Yu Yu's eyes. Those eyes were dark and beautiful, and when he was staring at him, he was a little helpless.

Most of the turbulent anger subsided inexplicably, and Du Xu found helplessly that he couldn't say a word to Yu Yu with those swear words that greeted the whole family.

But that's not the case.

Du Xu rolled his eyes, and suddenly covered his forehead and squatted down: "Oh, it hurts—hiss—it hurts so much! It hurts me to death!"

... Believe in you to have a ghost.

The guilt in her heart was immediately overshadowed by this person's shameless performance. Yu Yu looked at Du Xu with caring eyes, and asked politely: "It really hurts so much?"

"It hurts! Otherwise, you can try it!" Du Xu raised his head, trying to shed two tears for the realistic effect of the performance, but failed.In desperation, he could only bury his head in the crook of his arms, trying to cover up the indistinct smile at the corner of his mouth, "You rub it for me, and blow it again."

False, true and false, too false.

But people smashed it by themselves, so what else can we do?

Yu Yu reached out and rubbed his forehead carefully.

Du Xu took a breath exaggeratedly: "Don't, don't, it won't work like this, you have to brag to me!"

Blow you to paralysis!

Yu Yu stood up: "I'll take you to the infirmary."

Du Xu didn't agree even when he was beaten to death, because the teacher in the infirmary's rough method left an indelible shadow on his young heart.

Yu Yu couldn't bear it anymore: "Then I'll go get the medicine, right?"

Du Xu confirmed again and again: "Are you going to fuck me? Are you really going to fuck me? Are you going to fuck me yourself?"

"Well, here you go." Yu Yu just wanted to go to the infirmary to get the medicine quickly, and didn't pay attention to the ambiguity of these words.

As soon as he went out, the air in the classroom became alive again. After Feng Zhuolin confirmed that his elder brother had calmed down, he leaned over and winked at Du Xu: "Okay, elder brother, a serious injury won't stop you from talking about it! It's a disabled person." model!"

"Go away, what do you know?" Du Xu gasped as he touched the bruise on his forehead, and still stood upright despite the severe pain.

"It's a beating of love!"

The author has something to say: Du Xu: Some academic masters and academic gods who stand at the pinnacle of life, they are really not human, they even draw function images while playing WeChat, are you right at the same table?

Yu Yu, who is counting the number of "beeps" and the relationship between jumping distance: ...