boys' feelings are always poetry

265.

The physical examination before the college entrance examination was carried out at the branch of Huai Central Hospital, which is very close to Song Yu’s home. He was always sick when he was a child. Basically, as long as his mother made a small fortune, little Song Yu would get sick. Eating is a foodie who cannot control his appetite.

For Song Yu, the physical examination is not a big deal. In fact, the exam is not a big deal for him. He is different from some students who are eager for good grades. With expectation, without expectation, there will be no disappointment. In fact, this kind of mentality is decadent and very undesirable.

Song Yu is not short-sighted, and his physical fitness is very good. For him, a physical examination is a holiday.

But for Fan Xiaoglasses, the physical examination was not good, which made people nervous.

Fan Buwei's short-sightedness is about [-] Baidu. When we were chatting together before, Song Yu asked him, you study so well, what kind of work do you want to do in the future?At that time, Fan Buwei remembered his dream and smiled idiotically. He said he wanted to go to the Ordnance Engineering College, but Song Yu and Fang Zhihui, these two idiots, had never heard of this kind of college with early batch admission. Yes, Song Yu and Fang Zhizhi’s youthful blood was probably spilled in anime games, and they were said to be middle school two, while Fan Buwei’s youthful blood was spilled in his dreams. It sounds a bit ridiculous, but in the third year of high school, Fan Buwei's teenage dream looks solid and sacred.

A very chicken thief and somewhat timid young man jumped out of the soil rooted here, raised his head, and read for the rise of China.

This is not ridiculous at all, Song Yu can imagine that Fan Buwei grows into a real man in the future, he loses a lot, but wins back more things, worthy of a universe, yes, studying for the rise of China.

However, Song Yu is still depressed, he doesn't know what kind of dream he has, what kind of life he yearns for, to put it bluntly, what he asks of himself at present is to resign himself to fate.

From this perspective, his high school life was a failure.

Fang Zhihui asked him, if time went back, would you still be so playful?

Song Yu thought for a while and replied, maybe still playing.

It is definitely a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.

266.

During the physical examination, the liberal arts class went first, so Song Yu missed loudly questioning Fang Zhihui face-to-face about his dating.

Song Yu's blood vessels are particularly easy to prick, which is in stark contrast to Cao Er's unclear blood vessels. Cao Er is a fat man, chubby, and his blood vessels are particularly difficult to find. Every time he has a blood test, he has to be pricked several times , Even the needle had to find its place in the flesh and blood, which was terrifying, and it was even more terrifying the next day, the eye of the needle was blue and purple, and the arm was weak and sore. Using Cao Er's words to describe it, it was like walking [-] steps madly holding Fang Zhizhi, exhausted. Abandoned.

From the vision check to the blood test, Song Yu did it in one go. When measuring blood pressure, Fan Buwei was found to have high blood pressure for no reason. Cao Er was eager to comfort him, saying that you must be nervous. When you are nervous, you are like a ball. Tight, Song Yu lowered his head to study Fan Buwei's arm at this time, and found the reason that was closer to the correct answer: the arm was stretched too tightly by rolling up the sleeves, and it was printed.

Because of these very oolong things, Fan Buwei frowned.

Following his example, Song Yu walked out of the medical examination center with a grim face, and bumped into Lu Jixue who was standing at the door.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"Why are you making faces?"

"..."

Lu Jixue called this frowning grimace.

"Squad leader, chat for a while."

Lu Jixue nodded, looked at him with interest, and even wanted to light a cigarette and listen to him while smoking, although he didn't smoke, he was just imagining, imagining that relaxed state.

"Squad leader, you're going to be admitted to Peking University...or Tsinghua University..."

From Song Yu's mouth, these two schools always have a sense of disharmony. If there is any discord, it may be that the famous school will never have anything to do with him.

"Tsinghua University."

"Good match!" Unknowingly, Song Yu made Tsinghua into a beautiful person, a very good person, and an extremely special match with Lu Jixue.

"What about you?"

This time Lu Jixue's question made Song Yu want to smoke a cigarette, but unfortunately neither of them smoked, so they could only rely on imagination.

"Me?" Song Yu moved his arm and found that the place where he drew blood was a little painful.

"I am listening."

"Of course I can study wherever I can pass the exam. What else should I choose? Do you think so?"

Lu Jixue took a step closer, and a little closer to Song Yu. This kind of distance makes people feel very trance, as if that person is beside you, or as if that person is far away, and what you are holding in your hand is a phantom.

"Have you memorized all the pamphlets of ancient poetry?"

"Well, I'm familiar with it."

"What about the mathematical formula?"

"Almost, just a little bit."

Lu Jixue put his hands in his pockets, and the watch on his wrist was shut out by the pocket. He lowered his head slightly, as if he was looking at Song Yu's toes. His eyelashes were painted with golden lines by the bright light at noon. Overall, he looked He is like a puppet isolated from the world, cold and quiet, it can be used as a decoration, but no one would do anything with such a beautiful thing.

Song Yu scratched his palms and wanted to say something sensational, but found that he couldn't even say fart, his mind was full of Gong Xi Fa Cai and happiness like the East China Sea.

"Student Song Yu, come on for the exam."

"Student Lu Jixue, work hard for the exam."