boys' feelings are always poetry

211.

There is a pink cartoon strawberry Band-Aid on the bridge of Fang Zhizhi's nose. The Band-Aid was given to him by his deskmate, but for some reason, the originally fresh color is pasted on Fang Zhizhi's dark skin, which looks pink and dirty, and also It seemed that Fang Zhizhi's face was even darker.

"Fang Zhihui, you also went to fight yesterday?"

"A battle between men, how can it be called a fight?" Fang Zhihui put the things in his hand on the podium while muddled and perfunctory.

Song Yu pursed his lips, looking at Fang Zhihui's bouncing steps, he felt very upset. Why did he say a word like putting him in the ranks of the powerless Britney? Fighting, there is no shortage of those with long arms and legs Long and ruthless characters, what is lacking is a boy with an iron head like Song Yu, who can bear the whole injury with his own head.

Fang Zhihui walked to the podium table. At the beginning, he wanted to be gentle and untied the plastic bag slowly, but the plastic bag was tied too tightly. Bag torn in half.

"This is a new version of the summer school uniform. Let's take a look." Fang Zhizhi held up a white shirt. Compared with the previous summer school uniform, the material of the new version is a bit thicker. Lin Er said that the female students were very dissatisfied with the old school uniform , It’s too transparent, indeed, occasionally Song Yu can see a sky-blue thing on Lin Er’s back, he pretends not to see it, but secretly thinks in his heart: It seems that Lin Er is really a woman, and he thought she was a man .

In addition, the school badge of the new version of the school uniform has become blue ink, which is a very deep blue, and there is a narrow line of blue ink on the cuffs. Ink’s pocket tie is only as big as Song Yu’s hand. The girl’s bottom is a dark blue plaid skirt with a dark blue ribbon bow on the neckline. The skirt can be changed into trousers. Lin Er was the first to raise his hand and said that I want to change it. into pants.

Song Yu thought that Lin Er was not confident about his figure, so he whispered a few words of comfort: "Don't change, your legs are so long, you look good in a skirt."

Lin Er glanced at Song Yu twice and said, "What do you know, skirts are not good for me to take shortcuts over the wall."

"..."

Over the wall.

Song Yu remembered that when he was in junior high school, he used a shortcut to climb over the wall. Because of his short legs, his trousers were poked a big hole by the fence when he went down. They were a pair of dark purple corduroy trousers, which seemed to be quite expensive. Get beaten up.

"But then again, the new uniform suits you well, really."

"Are you asking for something from me? Don't worry, let's copy Xueba's homework together, don't worry."

"I mean, it looks so cute! Don't judge the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain!"

Song Yu poked his face with his hand, then picked it again, is it cute?Isn't it just a simple white shirt, and it's cute with a pocket tie?

"I think a longer tie would look better. Wearing it with a white shirt looks like the president in a novel." Song Yu leaned his face and fell into the plot of the novel on Lu Jixue's mobile phone.

"What, that kind of squad leader is okay to wear. If you and Fang Zhihui can wear it, a 40-year-old wedding master of ceremonies who works four times a day, and a salesperson at the entrance of the Firefox Wholesale Market: two yuan, two yuan! Two yuan! You can’t buy it for two yuan, you can’t get a loss and you can’t be fooled! Buy whatever is cheap! Buy whatever is cheap!”

"..."

212.

The weather forecast says rain today, heavy rain.

Song Yu didn't do his homework in the self-study class, and was looking at the sky outside, thinking of a poem in the textbook: Dark clouds overwhelm the city, and the city is about to be destroyed, and the light of armor shines on the golden scales of the sun.

A large black cloud gathers together, which is the precursor of a thunderstorm. Song Yu is not very afraid of thunder, he just hates this kind of weather. Before he met Lu Jixue, he hated every rainy day. On the arms, I hate the rain staining the trouser legs, and I hate the countless umbrellas crowded in this small city.

Lu Jixue poked the back of Song Yu's head and asked him, "What are you thinking? No homework?"

Song Yu chuckled, it was so easy to deal with Lu Jixue's common problems, Song Yu opened his mouth and said, "I miss you."

Lu Jixue

Looking at the sky outside, he asked, "Have you brought an umbrella?"

"Yeah, I've been carrying an umbrella every day lately." Song Yu was carrying a big black umbrella, bought at an animation peripheral store.

"Do you think school will be over early today?" Lu Jixue looked into Song Yu's eyes and asked seriously.

"No way, how is it possible, you don't know how long we can delay in our school."

Song Yu wanted to say something, but suddenly, all the lights in the classroom went out, and the room instantly became dark.

power cut.

Song Yu is one of the few quiet classmates. The reason for his quietness is not because of his calm atmosphere, but because of his thinking. He seems to have dreamed about this scene and plot in a dream. It can’t be such a coincidence.

The light was poor, and Fan Buwei tried to put his face on the exercise book to do his homework, but failed, his glasses hindered him.

"I said classmate Fan Buwei, I can't see clearly, do you still want to do homework?" Lin Er shrugged his shoulders, laughing at Fan Buwei who was working hard to do homework.

"Just say one more thing, I won't borrow you to copy homework in the future, I will only borrow Song Yu to copy homework." Fan Buwei pushed his small glasses and counterattacked.

"It's your choice to borrow or not, it's up to me to copy or not!" Lin Er fought back successfully.

"Hey, Lin Er is a thick-skinned woman!"

"Quiet!" The homeroom teacher hurried back with a stack of papers in his hand, he should have just returned from a meeting.

"The school's temporary notice, school is over early today! Hurry up and pack your schoolbags and go home! Pay attention to safety! Be sure to pay attention to safety on the road!"

Hearing these words, Class [-] exploded. If you listen carefully, the other classes also exploded. May I ask, what gift can compare to the school’s power outage and early dismissal?

Fang Zhihui quickly packed his schoolbag, and shouted amid the noise: "Brother Song, I won't go buy Kanto cooking today! I have training!"

"What? It's going to rain heavily outside soon! What are you training for? Is the piggy stepping on puddles?" Song Yu yelled, pulling his neck while sitting on the seat.

"The gym has a basement! I'm working out in the basement today!"

"..."

Song Yu felt sore when he thought of Fang Zhihui's stiff eight-pack abs.

Lu Jixue knocked on Song Yu's desk, "Have you finished tidying up?"

Song Yu snorted, and randomly took a few exercise books and stuffed them into his schoolbag. In fact, he didn't see what was stuffed, and he didn't do homework anyway.

"Wait for me, I'll lock the door."

Song Yu let out another oh, and glanced at the empty Class [-]. Everyone had almost left, and something strange suddenly surfaced in his heart, which seemed to be anticipation.

I don't know what's wrong with the door of Class [-]. It seems that the weather outside is acting as a demon, and the front door of Class [-] is also acting as a demon.

Lu Jixue pulled it seven or eight times in a row, but the key was firmly inserted in it and could not be pulled out.

"If you try harder, the key will probably break inside."

Lu Jixue exhaled, dropped his schoolbag, and unbuttoned his school uniform. The weather before the heavy rain was sweltering and hot, and Lu Jixue couldn't calm down at the moment, it was so hot.

Song Yu stood by and watched quietly, neither speaking nor moving.

Lu Jixue half-kneeled in front of the door of Class [-], carefully inspecting the keyhole, and when he looked up, he found Song Yu smiling, with an indescribable ambiguity in his eyes.

"What are you expecting?"

"I didn't expect that."

"Really?"

"Ah."

"The key can't be pulled out, I'll go downstairs to the guard room, you wait for me here."

"Okay, that... Let me ask, when are you going to take off your clothes?"

"..."

"I won't take off."

Song Yu: Sure enough, the reason why the dream is called a dream is all false.

Song Yu: Sorry.