MVP in the next examination room

Tang Ran usually thinks about it one step at a time, and his ability to act is scary. If there is something that cannot be implemented, it must be a special obstacle.

Don't ask about this special obstacle, his surname is Tang and his name is Minghua.

If you want to ask what Young Master Tang has done on the road of fighting to live in school, it really can't be explained in a few words. From junior high school to now, according to incomplete statistics, he forged six parents' signatures. Second-rate.

When Tang Ran was in junior high school, when Tang Minghua received an inquiry call from his teacher for the third time, and saw the more vivid signature on the school boarding application sent by the other party's photo, he almost believed it.

At that time, the reason why the teacher didn't let Tang Ran get past him was not because he was at the pinnacle of identifying Tang Minghua's autograph, but because he also had a heart that he didn't want to let Young Master Tang live in school.

"Your home is just this way from the school, what can I live in?" the head teacher at the time said to Tang Ran dumbfounded.

A bohemian and freedom-loving heart was not understood by anyone. Tang, a junior high school student, set foot on the road of running away from home that very day.

…and was carried back 50 meters away from home.

What a humiliation and humiliation.

"Later Tang Minghua asked the driver to pick me up at the school gate every day," Tang Ran said, "Fuck, I deserve my life."

Yuan Che: "You ran away?"

"I didn't run, but I didn't run." Tang Ran said.

He walked around his car for a few steps, and when he was stopped by the driver and opened the door to let him get in the car, he shouted in horror: "What are you doing? I won't get in the car! Help, I don't know him—— "

Yuan Che: "..."

"Later the driver almost called me Dad." Tang Ran sighed and reached out to turn on the faucet.

And then I went to see my mother once... Tang Ran didn't want to recall much about the future.

When the two of them walked through the corridor with the bucket in one hand, the parents and boarding students who were sending them to the accommodation downstairs had almost disappeared.

"Let's set a small goal first," Tang Ran said, "Let's live in the colonel this year—are you confident?"

Yuan Che said: "I thought you would talk about this semester."

"Be realistic, you can't brag too much about being awesome." Tang Ran said, "Or you can't stand it."

There is always time to plan slowly.

As a result, at noon that day, Tang Ran was surprised to find that Qin Shuo and Ren Yuzhen didn't leave the school gate after school, and turned directly to the dormitory area.

"Shuozi! Tietou!" Tang Ran called to stop them, "Why are you going?"

Ren Yuzhen stopped and turned his head: "Go back to the dormitory! I'm living on campus."

Qin Shuo: "Me too."

"I rely on it?" Tang Ran said, "It's maddening to compare people to others."

"How many rooms do you live in?" Tang Ran asked again.

Shengjing’s dormitory has two specifications: four-person room and two-person room. Students can apply independently according to their wishes. Of course, the cost of a two-person room is slightly higher than that of a four-person room.

Ren Yuzhen: "They belong to two people, we just live in one room."

"Oh," Tang Ran turned to Yuan Che, pretending to be sad, "Happiness is theirs, we have nothing."

Ren Yuzhen murmured to Qin Shuo in a low voice: "The relationship is all theirs, we have nothing."

Qin Shuo forced a smile.

On the first day of school, the symptoms of the holiday syndrome were very obvious among the students. They kowtowed in class and dozed off, secretly doing tricks under the table, and letting their eyes wander... But all the teachers seemed to be in a good mood. Even Lao Feng It looks a lot softer.

During math class in the afternoon, he saw Jin Luo lying on the table and sound asleep, he didn't hit him with chalk head himself, but just gestured for his deskmate to wake him up.

The tablemate was definitely a good tablemate from China, and immediately slapped Jin Luo on the back after receiving the instruction, the sound was earth-shattering.

Jin Luo was woken up by him without a second's delay. The moment he woke up, he was terrified and jumped up from the sitting position, shouting: "Mom, are you going to be late??!"

The whole class laughed wildly for more than half a minute, and his deskmate even went under the table, and Lao Feng laughed from ear to ear on the podium.

Feng Zhizhong: "School is over! You can go!"

Comrade Jin Luo, whose soul and body gradually regained consciousness, finally understood what was going on. He grabbed his deskmate under the table and beat and kicked him: "Are you sick?"

The tablemate screamed several times: "Domestic violence, domestic violence! Unfilial son beats old lady!"

Seeing that the situation was about to go out of control, Lao Feng put back the smile on his face and ordered the two of them to stand at the door together.

After class, Feng Zhizhong glanced to the right side of the podium, beckoned Yuan Che to come with him, went to the corridor and asked him if he wanted to move his seat to the back.

"You can sit anywhere you want, and you can tell me who you want to be at the same table with." Old Feng said.

Sitting in this special position was particularly awkward at first, but it’s okay after a long time.

Yuan Che thought for a while and said no.

"Okay then," Lao Feng patted him on the shoulder, "Are you still used to sitting?"

Yuan Che really didn't care about this, but Tang Ran almost jumped up when he knew it: "What? You rejected him like that?!"

Yuan Che said, "Do you want me to sit here or not?"

He remembered that last semester Tang Ran had to "bribe" him by ghostwriting a self-criticism, even though the self-criticism... didn't matter.

Tang Ran wished he could beat his chest and stomp his feet to show him on the spot: "Fuck, do you dare to say yes to me calling you an idiot!? You've been asked to choose the same table! Why don't you pack me up and take me away!"

Yuan Che was very calm: "Not good."

After thinking about it, he couldn't help but give him a white look: "Who wants to sit at the same table with you?"

That's not a matter of missing a table in the middle.

That fucking needs the courage to face spiritual pollution.

Yuan Che thought that his rank was not enough.

Now as long as he sits close to Tang Ran, a big word will automatically pop up in his mind: [Today's little jelly beans are also working hard to upgrade].

...with flash effects.

It's like brown sugar, which can't be removed even with a shovel.

On the second day of school, the school committee came to the classroom with a tired look on his face. It seemed that he didn't sleep well last night.

He cautiously took a look at Qin Shuo who was doing homework in the last row with his head down, then leaned down and said to Tang Ran, "Brother Ran, do you know what happened to Qin Shuo? Last night I got up to go to the toilet. It was found that he was lying on the bed crying in the middle of the night... Fuck, I was scared to death, and he still didn't admit it when I asked him."

"Huh?" Tang Ran turned her head and glanced back, seeing that Qin Shuo was scribbling on other people's homework as usual, and didn't see anything unusual.

"How long have you been crying?" Tang Ran asked.

"It didn't take long..." Ren Yu really thought about it, "Just for a while, I was so scared that I didn't sleep much afterwards, but he looked fine when I got up this morning."

"Have you had a nightmare?" Tang Ran also felt that this was a bit strange, put himself in his shoes and thought for a while, and then said, "It may also be crying with joy, I can't tell."

Ren Yuzhen: "...I'll go, live in a school, why are you so excited?"

Tang Ranxin said why not.

"If he doesn't want to ask, don't ask," Tang Ran said helplessly, "He didn't say anything to me, let's pay attention now."

He thought about it for a while when he was going to his morning reading, and even considered "the first time I lived in school and felt homesick", but he didn't come up with a plausible reason.

Tang Ran had no choice but to ask Qin Shuo insinuatingly while going for a run on the playground between classes:

"Are the dormitory beds comfortable?"

"Is the canteen food okay?"

"Are you still used to living here?"

...feel like being a mother.

Seeing Qin Shuo's stunned eyes, shaking his head frequently while hesitating to speak, Tang Ran almost blurted out: "Is that Ren Yuzhen snoring and grinding his teeth at night?"

Some didn't ask a series of questions, shaking their heads and shaking their heads the whole time.

So fucking sad.

That must have been tears of joy.

Each class went downstairs to the designated area on the runway and stood up. When all the people came, they led the whole team.The team leader of the sports team has to stand in the stands and watch for a while, and then take a microphone to start running after seeing that the team is almost finished.

Before everyone arrived, the students in each class were chatting with the people standing around them, or you would poke me and I would slap you, but they refused to stand in line properly, taking advantage of the longest class break to have fun .

This day, a class standing at a curve and near the green area of ​​the playground was particularly noisy. The volume of laughter was louder than other classes, and it quickly spread to a nearby class.

They seemed to be looking at something in the corner, and many students bent down laughing.

The school asked the class teacher to be present to supervise the exercise. Feng Zhizhong came down early today. Looking at the class in the distance, which was chattering even if the teacher was present, and looking at the students in his class who were just chatting and stamping each other normally, he felt happy. It has to be created by contrast.

"Hey," Old Feng said to the students in his class with half helplessness and half hatred, "I will show you a video of Hengshui at the class meeting another day. You can see what they are doing before the exercise."

Jin Luo looked blankly: "Hengshui? What are you doing?"

Ren Yuzhen quickly answered his questions: "Chanting scriptures."

Feng Zhizhong: "..."

(note)

When the people arrived, Tang Ran started to organize the team.

The weather was getting warmer, and he would run a thousand in a while, so he took off his coat after finishing the team, and threw it on the stand next to him.

The teacher in the physical education group blew a whistle and shouted "run and go" into the microphone.

Class 12 stood in line far away from the curve, so as the teams moved, they witnessed the obsession process of each class passing the curve.

That corner seems to have a special magnetic field, every class will burst into laughter after running on it, without exception.

"What's the matter?" Jin Luo stretched his neck and looked over there curiously, "What day is it today, and their class slogans have been changed uniformly? Is it so magical?"

It seemed that there was something on the edge of the grass. The boys in a certain class in front had the courage to run away from the grass to get closer to the grass.

That thing was picked up by him on the runway, and every student who passed nearby laughed even louder.

"Damn it—"

Finally, it was Class 12's turn to enter the curve. Jin Luo, who was running on the outer circle, didn't pay attention and almost stepped on the thing. In desperation, he jumped and jumped over it dangerously.

Then he took a breath, and started shouting at the top of his voice: "Who am I to rely on to be so fierce that I ran away my underwear?!"

——That's right, the thing that caused a series of hilarious laughter just now is none other than this disheveled pair of underpants that cannot be identified for the time being.