serious about love

When Yanhao entered the examination room, several eyes drifted over, looking up and down.

Thanks to Jiang Muxing, such a scene has been happening every day recently, and he has become accustomed to it.

Yan Hao sat down on his seat, his mobile phone was in his schoolbag, and he didn't dare to take it with him, for fear of being found and confiscated, he sat for a while bored, poured out the contents of the pencil bag, and put them in again.

The back was poked lightly, and Yan Hao's hands stopped, and he turned his head to see a girl with lowered eyes and embarrassment.

The girl took out a love letter, squeezed it and handed it to him: "Student, can I ask you a favor..."

Hearing the familiar opening remarks in the examination room, Yan Hao's eyes were filled with gloom. How could he help Jiang Muxing deal with this kind of thing after taking the exam?He was about to interrupt, but he froze when he heard the girl's name.

"To whom?"

The girl blushed: "You are at the same table."

Yan Hao's complexion suddenly improved: "Okay, I will hand it over to him."

The girl was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked her.

-

After the papers were handed out, Yan Hao flipped through them roughly and started to work on the questions.

The front was going well, but when I was dictating the famous lines of ancient poems, I got stuck on the second question. Yan Hao bit the knuckle of his left index finger, feeling like he only saw those two lines in the textbook yesterday.

Now I just can't remember it, it's like I'm suddenly mentally retarded.

Yan Hao frowned and raised his head. The invigilator in front of the podium looked over, and the two looked at each other.

"..."

Yan Hao's thinking was completely broken.

The invigilator got off the podium, stood next to Yan Hao holding a teacup, facing the students behind him.

Yan Hao stared at the fill-in-the-blank question, his mind was muddled.

After a while, the invigilator suddenly walked to a student's seat, drew the paper, and found the cheat sheet, all in one go.

There was a sudden sound of breathing in the examination room, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

The electric fan on the ceiling was whistling, the wind was hot, not cool, and turning it on could only take some psychological effect.

This will make the big guys feel anxious when they hear the sound.

Moving tables and chairs, dropping pens, coughing...the noises are all intertwined, full of the torment of this exam.

Yanhao's arm resting on the table had already been watermarked, it was wet and hot, sticking to the table and the test paper, he moved slightly to a cooler position, wiped his face and took a deep breath, skipped the question and continued.

Afterwards, the invigilator drew the papers of two more students. They didn't talk too much, so they looked for a cheat sheet to find the right one. No one could hide it.

Yan Hao returned to the classroom after the exam, told Xia Shui and Yang Cong about it, and received two sympathies.

"Brother, you are out of luck this time," Yang Cong chewed xylitol, "It was the first row again, and was assigned to Erlangshen's examination room. He has a third eye, can automatically recognize copywriting, and especially likes to stare at me. People, if you have nothing to do, just stare, the sky will kill you."

Xia Shui asked him to chew a piece of xylitol: "It's quite miserable, I want to open some."

"Actually, it's nothing. If you can't copy it, you can't copy it. I never copy it," Yang Cong said disdainfully, "If you take the exam yourself, even if it's a duck's egg, it's still yours."

Xia Shui corrected: "Duck eggs don't need to be tested."

Yang Cong: "..."

Xia Shui sighed faintly: "My front table was bought like mine."

"90.00% of the eighth and above are admitted to the No. [-] middle school by myself. It is a low-probability event where the top students gather. It even happened to me. I am sad enough. If he is in the top [-] in the grade, the test paper will be in the middle of the class." In front of me, I really can't help it."

Yang Cong looked at her with contempt: "Miss, where is your pride?"

Xia Shui shrugged: "You don't need it during the exam."

Yang Cong's face was covered with black lines.

There are a few boys in the back row in the middle group talking and laughing.

"I heard that the math papers will be difficult this time. I have to find a way to copy a wave this afternoon, or I won't survive."

"Then you have to take it easy. If you are found to be taking papers on the spot, you can only sit around until the end of the exam."

"Starve to death the timid, and starve to death the bold."

"The key is that it's too much a test of eyesight, so I can't see clearly, mainly."

"So we need to protect our eyesight. I can even see the bottom row of the eye chart."

"..."

Yang Cong, who is a little short-sighted: "Tch."

Xia Shui who planned to get glasses in summer vacation: "Hmph."

The two of them coincidentally went to see Yan Hao, who had never said anything, and found that he was in a daze, not listening to them at all, and they were a little flustered.

Is this because the paper is not finished or... I forgot to write my name?

Yang Cong put on Yan's shoulder and patted vigorously as if to boost morale: "Isn't your language still good?"

Yanhao came back to her senses: "General."

Yang Cong squinted: "Is there a difference?"

"There's a big difference," Yan Hao said, "It's okay, it's okay, it's generally average."

Yang Cong and Xia Shui: "..."

Yan Hao reached into his bangs and scratched his steaming forehead a few times: "Go eat, I'm hungry."

"Oh, by the way, Congcong, this is for you."

He remembered and took out the love letter and put it on Yang Cong's desk, "No."

Yang Cong narrowed his eyes: "Last time I saw a girl ask you to hand over a box of biscuits to our monitor, but you refused on the spot, why did you accept it here?"

Yan Hao turned to look at Xia Shui: "Let's eat."

His arm was grabbed, but Yang Cong refused to let him go. He looked heartbroken and sour: "You stand in the way of your classmates, but you don't care about your childhood, buddy, brother, is it reasonable?"

Yan Hao didn't cooperate with his performance, so he put some change in his pocket, pulled Yang Cong's chair, and walked out sideways.

Yang Cong was full of emotions, and there were no other actors, so he pulled an audience to find an explanation: "You said it too much?"

Xia Shui nodded: "It's a bit too much."

Just as Yang Cong was about to show off, she heard her say: "But you are going too far."

"???"

I believe in your evil!

"High temperature is not an excuse for you to make trouble."

Xia Shui muttered like an old lady, "Young man, this era is a bit impetuous, but the more this is the case, the more we have to..."

Yang Cong rolled his eyes and left.

-

Not long after, the three entered a shop near the school and ate boiled water.

The store is hot, and the tempting aroma of spicy is wafting around, very strong.

Yan Hao was even more hungry. He hurriedly took a small box, picked some dishes at random before going to the shelf, and handed them to the waiter. He took a small red number plate and put it on his index finger, and turned to find a seat.

Xia Shui shouted: "Xiao Hao, you don't want potato chips?"

"Forget, you take an extra." Yanhao replied, found a seat and sat down, lowered her head and swiped her phone, and couldn't help but look through the messages Jiang Muxing had sent.

I heard that Jiang Muxing handed in the papers in advance, and went out after handing in the papers. He didn't go back to the classroom, and Yan Hao didn't see him, so I thought about it a bit.

It's too late to help the forehead.

Hopeless.

Yanhao clicked on one message after another, and the breath around her body became very gentle unconsciously.

"Fuck, it's getting hot."

Yang Cong sat over and slapped his neck carelessly, "Who the hell thought it was boiled in water? What a brain?"

Yanhao played Tetris: "Xia Shui thought about it."

The next second reminded: "You didn't refuse, and you were more active than her."

"You two take turns stabbing me."

Yang Cong's face was stinky, "I've lost my love, and my face is still smashed. I'm a patient with physical and mental injuries. Do you have any conscience?"

Yan really thought he was annoying, and threw him a fruit candy: "Where's Xia Shui?"

"WC."

Yang Cong ate the candy and pretended to be pitiful, "Xiao Hao, the gauze on my face should be removed, I don't know if I can return to the cuteness of people before, and the flowers bloom like flowers. If I am disfigured, you still recognize me brother?"

Yan Hao: "No."

Yang Cong glanced at it shaking his legs: "Oh, I'm dead."

The banquet started again calmly.

"Look, let me play for you..." Yang Cong fumbled in his pocket, his expression changed.

Yan Hao turned around: "Lost your phone?"

Yang Cong's face was ugly.

Yan Hao stopped playing the game, and immediately dialed his number, prompting that no one answered: "Could it be that I didn't bring it out at school?"

"Bring it out." Yang Cong kicked the corner of the table.

"You are 1.8 meters tall. You are not easy to mess with at first glance. No one would dare to attack you." Yan Hao said, "Did it fall out of your pocket while walking?"

After speaking, he fell silent.

It can't be found anymore. If it falls on the road, who can't see it in broad daylight?

Yan Hao called again, from no answer to turned off, it was really gone, he looked at his buddies, he couldn't say a word.

First I was cheated on, broke up in love, then got hurt, and now I lost my new mobile phone, it's too bad.

Yang Cong laughed.

Yan Hao choked on the saliva, coughed twice and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yang Cong bit the candy and raised his eyebrows handsomely, "After bad luck comes good luck, I'm about to lose my fortune."

Banquet: "..."

Yang Cong changed his face again, gritted his teeth and cursed: "Samsung slider, it's four o'clock and five thousand, fuck it!"

Yan Hao comforted him: "Let's think of it as a waste of money to eliminate disasters."

"Do you have a lock screen password on your phone?"

"I didn't do that stuff, and there's nothing hidden in it." Yang Cong panted, "I don't save information, I delete one, obsessive-compulsive disorder."

Yan Hao has no obsessive-compulsive disorder, his mobile phone is full of his shocking secret love, and if someone finds out that the world will be in chaos, he gnaws at the corner of his mouth, just in case, to be on the safe side, copy all the text messages as soon as possible, and then delete them.

And his draft box.

-

Knowing that Yang Cong lost his cell phone, Xia Shui generously said that he would give him a Nokia.

Yang Cong: "8800A?"

Xia Shui: "1200."

Yang Cong: "Just the elderly cell phone?"

"What kind of mobile phone for the elderly?" Xia Shui said with a sincere face, "I think 1200 is very suitable for your temperament."

Yang Cong pouted: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Xia Shui found a quail egg in the bowl and ate it, with a muffled voice, "That's the same style as the squad leader, I'll let you get closer to my idol."

Yang Cong sneered: "Wouldn't it be better for you to get closer?"

Xia Shui smiled shyly, "I'm sorry."

Yang Cong put down his chopsticks: "Damn it, I can't eat anymore, good friend, let's go."

Yan Hao: "I can eat it."

Yang Cong: "..."

Yanhao scooped up the noodles to eat, and his thoughts were flying. Jiang Muxing used that one, and he also bought it.

The purpose is to use couple models with Jiang Muxing.

The only advantage of the 1200 is that it inherits the advantages of Nokia, which is anti-fall.

The bad part aside from the appearance, the configuration is flawed.

Two or three hundred pieces, the price is there, so be prepared for the banquet, if you really use it, you will still go crazy.

I can only make and receive calls and send text messages, there is no camera, I cannot listen to music, I do not install QQ, and I cannot surf the Internet.

The most terrible thing is that the combined inbox and outbox can only store 200 messages.

Not enough space is not enough.

Yan Hao squeezed out both the phone and the SIM card, causing the phone to shut down automatically frequently. There was really no other way, and he had to switch to Sony Ericsson in his second year of high school.

Jiang Muxing is not using 1200 anymore, he changed it two months ago, and it is still a Nokia, and the configuration is much higher than before.

At least you can download QQ and surf the Internet.

Yan Hao thought to himself, luckily Jiang Muxing changed his phone, otherwise he wouldn't be able to chat with him, and he didn't dare to send him too many text messages, fearing that he might not have enough memory.

-

After eating enough, Yan Hao and Xia Shui accompany Yang Cong to report the loss of his mobile phone number.

The sun is dazzling and the ground is hot.

Xia Shui originally said that since it was an exam, he would not go back to eat at noon, and said he would take a nap at school.

In the end, I ate the meal, but it was hot enough halfway, so I still couldn't bear it and took a taxi home.

Yang Cong dragged Yan Hao to find a place to play games, and exchanged two pockets of coins, which were heavy, and made a sound with every step.

Yanhao misses Jiang Muxing in her heart, and returns to school after not playing for a while.

There were only two people in the class, fanning the wind with a notebook in one hand, and doing the questions with the other.

Roaming in the sultry air, the concentration is amazing.

Yan Hao grabbed a few candies and went to the corridor, sitting on the steps shaking his clothes, sweating and very uncomfortable.

After an unknown amount of time, Yanhao saw Jiang Muxing going upstairs, carrying a blue cup, smelling of the afternoon heat and sunshine.

Yan Hao took a deep breath and smelled his favorite soap smell again. Before he got up, he looked down from above.

"Squad leader, you didn't take a nap at home?"

Jiang Muxing stepped up a few steps, and asked without answering, "What are you doing here?"

Yan Hao said to enjoy the cool: "The class is too boring, my seat is not under the fan, but also next to the window, the chair burns my butt, I can't stay now."

Jiang Muxing went up the steps again, stopped on the floor below him, and looked down at him: "Then why don't you go back?"

Yan Hao's slightly drooping eyelashes trembled, because I wanted to see you when you came to school.

"I can't sleep during the exam, so I'm too lazy to run."

With a lift of Jiang Muxing's foot, he stepped onto the steps where the banquet is easy to sit. .

Yan Hao found that the band-aids on the back of his hand had been torn off, revealing several thin, light-colored marks.

It's not very obvious, you can't see it until you get up close.

When things are not going well, there is no need to cover them with bandages. Such scratches will definitely be discussed.

Seeing that Jiang Muxing was about to go up, Yan Hao subconsciously grabbed his trouser legs.

Jiang Muxing stopped, bowed his head sideways, and looked down at the past with half-opened eyes.

"Good feast."

When his name was called, Yanhao raised his head reflexively, facing Jiang Muxing's dark eyes, his heart was suffocated, and he withdrew his hand instantly as if he had been burned.

"That, that is, monitor, there is a little ladybug on your trouser leg."

Yan Hao licked his lips and smiled, "Probably you picked it up when you were cycling on the road."

Jiang Muxing didn't respond after hearing this.

Yan Hao panicked for a while, guilty of not daring to look at Jiang Muxing, for fear of revealing the panic in his eyes.

Time passed in the corridor.

Yan Hao's throat was dry and he breathed lightly. He clasped the hand that did the bad thing just now, and Jiang Muxing's low voice suddenly sounded above his head: "Where's the worm?"

"Ah?" Yan Hao was stunned, looked at the upper of the shoe and said, "Fly away."

Jiang Muxing raised his hand to cover his lips, his eyes turned to the lime wall next to him, and then turned back, falling on his black hair: "Fly away?"

Yan Hao nodded seriously: "Yes, it flew away with a swish."

Jiang Muxing: "..."