boys' feelings are always poetry

263.

The excitement of the coming-of-age ceremony hadn't dissipated yet, and the head of the school year posted the grades on the bulletin board at the gate of the third district. This atmosphere is similar to the atmosphere when the college entrance examination results were released.

There were a lot of people in front of the bulletin board, and there were a few calm academic gods in the front row, who were discussing the school year rankings. Song Yu didn't know what academic issues they were discussing, so he squeezed in in a panic, wanting to see himself A perfect score.

After squeezing into the front row, Song Yu stood still, trying to find his name from the school year's list, but it was really hard to find. Song Yu squinted his eyes and was shocked by the name of No.1 in the school year's list.

No.1: Zhao Yingxiong.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

The second damn sound came from Lin Er, who had just squeezed in. Lin Er opened his mouth, but couldn't close his mouth immediately because of shock.

"Fuck!" Song Yu said it again, in shock.

Going down, No.2 is classmate Lin Er, and No.3 is Lu Jixue.

This result is worth pondering.

"Student Lin Er, you did well in the exam."

"So-so, just so-so." Lin Er managed to squeeze out a kind smirk. In fact, she knew in her heart that this result was a bit weird. To be honest, she put some water in it, and made a big mistake on purpose. After entering the unit, she knew that it was all the same, and she still did these things, which was a bit naive, but her conscience drove her to cross out the correct answer and rewrite it.

"What's the situation with Lu Jixue?" Lin Er stroked his chin and looked up at Song Yu. The little boy had grown up, and he was quite tall.

"I don't know, maybe...the exam is loose..." Song Yu looked at it for a long time, his eyes were a little dazzled, the list was too long, and Song Yu hadn't found his result yet.

"Come on, are you looking for grades? Let me help you."

So the two squinted their eyes and searched hard.

"Fuck! You've passed [-] in math!" Lin Er patted Song Yu's shoulder vigorously, no need to look, there must be red behind him.

Song Yu had a serious expression on his face. In order to ensure that he and Lin Er didn't miss the job, Song Yu stroked it with his fingers.

"Fucking math 83, I'm satisfied!"

Song Yu cheered and squeezed out of the crowd. He really wanted to sing loudly at the gate of the third district: Today is a good day, and whatever you want can come true!

Lin Er, a female classmate who likes to watch the excitement, was still in front of the big list, chatting with a group of people about how many solutions there are to mathematical proof problems, whether they are three or four.

At this time, a figure with a black evil spirit flashed into the crowd. Because the evil spirit was too fierce, the students next to him automatically gave way to him. After all, he was incompatible with this clear sky, and it was always good to stay away.

Classmate Lin Er saw this student Zhao with a gloomy face, and ran away as soon as he wanted to.

"Student Lin Er, turn on the water again? It's not necessary."

Everyone knows that the speaker is Zhao Yingxiong, a classmate from the key class. He got the first and only time in the school year in this exam. Congratulations, congratulations.

"No no no no no no no no... yes..."

Zhao Yingxiong didn't say anything more. He tore up the school year rankings in front of everyone, even in front of all the teachers of the third year of high school.

People with guilty consciences and guilty consciences will slip away at this time, Lin Er will be the first to slip away.

264.

In the afternoon when the rankings were released, the weather turned from sunny to cloudy, and from cloudy to heavy rain.

Lu Jixue was sitting in the classroom in a daze, when the sports committee of the key class came to pass word that Zhao Yingxiong was waiting for him on the playground.

Lu Jixue glanced at the pouring rain outside, and asked his classmates to talk on the playground. Isn't this person mentally ill?

"I see." Lu Jixue took away Song Yu's little blue, he didn't want to share that dark green umbrella with Zhao Yingxiong.

It is said that youth campus idol dramas must rain. When Lu Jixue walked to the stairs, he saw that fool standing in the rain and really wanted to laugh, but soon he couldn’t laugh anymore. Zhao Yingxiong stood in the rain and took off his glasses I wiped the lenses with my hands and put them on again. That feeling of strength and fragility is very similar to the self that wept in a dream.

Zhao Yingxiong was very good-looking, and even if he was drenched in the rain, he was still a handsome guy with a foolish look, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt a little bit out of his wits and lacked vigor.

"Lu Jixue, let the water go! You are looking for death! You must be sick!"

"..."

Lu Jixue and Song Yu have been together for a long time, and he has also learned Song Yu's little tricks, picking his face with his hands, he has nothing to say, he really let go, it's quite embarrassing.

"Good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles."

"Zhao Yingxiong, liking someone is not a bad thing."

Zhao Yingxiong is still standing in the rain, acting silly, his glasses are blurred by the rain, he can't see Lu Jixue's face clearly, he has taken off his glasses and wiped them repeatedly, but the heavy rain is like this, making you unable to see clearly Other people's faces, of course, no one can see your tears in the rain.

"Thank you for your kindness, but there's no need. He already has a sweet relationship and doesn't need me."

Inadvertently, Lu Jixue got a melon. For some unknown reason, Lu Jixue quickly took out his mobile phone, typed with one hand and sent a text message to Song Yu: Fang Zhizhi has a crush, and I suggest deleting the friend.

Seeing Lu Jixue's indifferent expression, Zhao Yingxiong felt even more uncomfortable. It seemed that his only friend did not intend to comfort him, and might even hit him.

Zhao Yingxiong wiped his glasses several times, finally gave up his glasses, and began to wipe his face, and then he started to cry sadly.

"Don't cry, don't worry, the two of them will not be so poor that they can't even wear pants."

"..."

"Xiaohan is an official of the third generation, and the two of them can grow old."

"..."

Hearing Lu Jixue's comforting words, Zhao Yingxiong cried even more sadly.

At this moment, Lu Jixue was full of emotions. Could this be the sourness of youth?The coldness mixed with the rain is very uncomfortable.

So, Lu Jixue typed with one hand and sent another text message to Song Yu.

"It's raining heavily outside, as heavy as the rain on the day Zhao Yingxiong cried bitterly after breaking up in love."