boys' feelings are always poetry

235.

After Huai City No. [-] Middle School divided arts and sciences into classes, Class [-] gloriously became Class [-], which was a science class. The dozen or so people from the original Class [-] walked away, and they left as soon as they left. They didn’t seem to have changed much, but there was a boy named Lu Jixue among them, who looked like the soul of the original Class [-].

Song Yu was lying on the table, with his face pressed against the cold class surface, and his deskmate Lin Er looked up several times to confirm that this person was still alive.

Song Yu's eyes were swollen, and his double eyelids turned into single eyelids. At first glance, he looked like a chubby little goldfish.

"I said tablemate, you have to work hard! Look at your eyes, you are lifeless!"

"What's wrong with my eyes?" Song Yu sat up suddenly, and the two little goldfish eyes were wide and round.

"I mean, wow! Your eyes are three-point cold, three-point mocking and four-point careless!"

"Pull you down, where do you copy the domineering CEO Mary Su's novel and put it on your brother Song."

Thinking of the domineering president Mary Su's novels, Song Yu couldn't help thinking of Lu Jixue, the loyal lover of the president Wen Qiang's love, so he felt sore, a strong independent stone statue of Song style collapsed, and Song Yu lay on the table again, his eyes glazed over.

Lin Er took out a few thick exercise books from her schoolbag. She had never written these before, and she didn't even write homework, so she could write extracurricular exercise books on her own initiative?Still so serious, there is a thick stack of draft paper, and the calculation process is neatly written.

Song Yu glanced at the strange and complicated formulas in the exercise book. She should be doing a formula derivation proof question.

"Student Lin Er, you have changed. Are you my deskmate? The real Lin Er won't be sold to Daliang Mountain for cooking, right?"

"Pooh!"

Look at Lin Er rolling his eyes, tsk tsk, it should be Lin Er Ben Er, Lin Er himself.

"The first exam after the division of subjects is very important. For the first time, the teachers of various subjects and the group leaders of the school year are waiting to see. If I pass the exam, I will become famous in one fell swoop. The group leader of the school year has to talk to me personally and arrange for me. Enter the science key class."

"Understood, but..." Song Yu tilted his head and thought, "Why didn't you take the selection test in the freshman year of high school? Like Zhao Yingxiong, you must be able to do it. In fact, you have been able to enter the key class long ago."

The red clouds outside the window are hanging in the sky piece by piece. The red clouds are reflected on our faces, making us very happy, as if we are smiling in a piece of red light, thinking in our hearts, if the red clouds appear with the bell after class, then we should be very happy happy.

"Have you heard of "Blue Lotus"?" Lin Er gently tapped his chin with a pen, looking like a girl who is proficient in poetry and songs to mourn autumn.

"I've heard of it. Not long ago, I was looping singles."

236.

Finally when it was time to leave school, Song Yu became the No. 1 evacuated classroom in the class with his small schoolbag on his back.

A rare smile appeared on Scud Xiao Song's face.

Song Yu walked down from the fourth floor. He was going to find Lu Jixue. The surrounding classes seemed to be overwhelmed. For the first time, Song Yu felt that the side stairs were so empty, so quiet, so mysterious, and even carried some pictures from the future. With a sense of technology, the sun shines in from the outside, forming a light red transparent layer with colorful edges, which is attached to the ground. When walking to the second floor, the smell of apricot blossoms in the campus floats up. When Lu Jixue walked around the campus, his neckline would be covered with a layer of tiny pale pink petals, which was very sad.

Lu Jixue sat quietly in the third class. He sat at the last table of the group near the window. He wrote very steadily. Those who didn't read carefully thought he was in retirement, and he might be writing some copybooks of calligraphy masters with hard pens.

"Lu! Follow! Learn!"

Song Yu lay on the fence of the door and called Lu Jixue. He was afraid that the students in class three would hate him, so he only showed a small head and countless curly hair.

Lu Jixue nodded, put away his pen, and quickly started packing his schoolbag.

At the front desk of Lu Jixue, there was a question that he couldn’t solve a math problem. He wanted to ask the god of learning, Lu Jixue, but kept holding back, because he was embarrassed, and Lu Jixue had been studying hard, so people didn’t dare to disturb him.

While Lu Jixue was packing his schoolbag, the classmate at the front desk finally plucked up the courage to hand over his workbook.

"Student Lu, I'm not very good at a question, can you explain it to me?"

Lu Jixue glanced at the question. It wasn't a difficult problem, but the auxiliary lines were drawn weirdly.

"Next time."

The students at the front desk followed Lu Jixue's line of sight and saw a cute little curly-haired man grinning, with one hand in his pocket and the other hand leaning on the white wall, as if trying to look like a fashion supermodel.

"Is that boy your good friend? He's waiting for you after school."

Song Yu noticed that Lu Jixue and some of the students in class three were looking at him. He was a little embarrassed, pursed his lips, patted his chest with his hand, and said in a rather grand manner, "Today, I treat you to fried chicken tenders from No. [-] middle school! Whatever you want point!"

Seeing Song Yu's actions, Lu Jixue couldn't help but also laughed.

How to describe it, Lu Jixue remembered the cartoon "Xihuangtaiyi and Forty Beautiful Men" he watched last night, Xihuangtaiyi drew his sword and flew up, posing a very perverted pose in the air, when he landed, he said coolly, " Get out of the way, I'm going to start pretending!"

"He is not my friend."

"That's..." The classmate at the front desk adjusted his glasses, thinking that he was waiting for you to leave school together if he wasn't a friend?Hmmmm?Meow meow meow?Thinking about it, there are no words to describe the friendship. After thinking about it, the classmate at the front desk asked, "Then he is your good brother?"

"Not at all."

Lu Jixue smiled slightly, picked up his schoolbag, and carried it on his shoulder.

"It's my wife."

"..."

It seems to be OK.