boys' feelings are always poetry

03.

When it was time to enter school, No. [-] Middle School posted a list of new students.

Song Yu was carrying a small schoolbag, and started to look at the first big red paper.

Class one and one in high school, without him.

Class one and two in high school, without him.

……

Song Yu panicked for no reason, wondering if his mother had been cheated of money?

Seeing Class One and Five in High School, I finally found my name.

Class [-], Senior High, Song Yu.

Fang Zhihui is in Class [-] and [-] of senior high school.

In Class One and Five, Fan Buwei.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Song Yu looked up to the sky and laughed, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief. He never thought that Song Yu, an ordinary boy, could also enter Huai City No. [-] Middle School!

At this time, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder.

"Song Yu!"

"Fang Zhihui!"

The two embraced passionately.

"Unexpectedly, we are in the same class!"

"Fate and fate! My dear friend! Very good, very good!"

"Hey, look at the name on the first line!"

Song Yu squeezed forward and said with a smile, "The first line? Lu Jixue? Hahaha? What kind of old feudal society's name is this! Hahahaha! It's so funny!"

"No, someone discussed his name with you. I heard from Fan Buwei that he seems to be the number one student in the senior high school entrance examination this year."

"What? Who? The top scorer in the high school entrance examination? Impossible! If he is the top scorer in the high school entrance examination, why doesn't he get into the two gifted classes of No. [-] Middle School? What's wrong with entering our ordinary class!"

Fang Zhihui nodded, "That's right, maybe I got it wrong, maybe it's Fan Buwei's big mouth grinning."

Song Yu very much agrees with these remarks.

The two were leaving when they met Fan Buwei, the little glasses.

"Hey! Don't go!"

Song Yu and Fang Zhihui surrounded him one after the other.

"Little Buwei! Your mother has ruined my mother! Tell me! How can I compensate me!"

"My mother too! I want compensation!" Fang Zhihui echoed.

Fan Buwei adjusted his glasses, and said with a smile, "I invite you two to eat hot and sour pot, fried chicken wings, barbecued meat and bibimbap! How about it!"

"Deal!" Song Yu glanced at Fang Zhihui, "What do you think!"

Fang Zhihui nodded, "I'll make the deal too! Let's work together!"

So the three of them read the list of freshmen and went to eat hot and sour noodles opposite the school.

While eating fans, Fan Buwei started chatting.

"I saw that the number one student in the senior high school entrance examination is in the list of students in our class."

"What? Lu Jixue? Is he really the top student in the high school entrance examination?"

"It's true, my mother's unit has spread the word, only you two optimist fools don't know."

"Who are you calling stupid!" Song Yu angrily snatched away the fish balls in Fan Buwei's bowl, and next time he said it, he would just snag two!

"Then why doesn't he go to the genius class? Why come to our ordinary class, thank you."

Fan Buwei adjusted his glasses, and said solemnly, "The god of learning is always different! Unique! Presumably! This is the charm of the god of learning! Ordinary people like you can understand it!"

Song Yu and Fang Zhihui met eyes, stretched out their chopsticks at the same time, and quickly emptied the fish balls in Fan Buwei's bowl.

04.

When it was time to register, Song Yu made an appointment to report to the school with Fang Zhihui, but it was probably too late. Looking around, the two of them could only sit in the second row facing the center of the podium.

Teacher Liu, a teacher in her 30s, is a female teacher in her thirties who teaches Chinese. She wears a slim cheongsam embroidered with several peonies and lace.

Fang Zhihui covered his face with his hands and said secretly, "I have the same aesthetics as our junior high school Chinese teacher..."

The class teacher rolls the roll first, and then asks a few students to hand out the school motto.

"School motto?" Song Yu held the not-thin booklet in his hand and questioned, "Is such a thick thing a school motto?"

"It's okay, you don't need to look anyway." Fang Zhihui comforted.

The next second, the head teacher stood on the podium and said seriously, "Go home tonight and memorize the ninth page, and the test will be tomorrow."

"What?" Song Yu smiled wryly, and even if he was given another two days, he wouldn't be able to memorize this stuff.

"Because this class has not yet run for monitor, Lu Jixue will take over the position of monitor for the time being."

When Lu Jixue was mentioned, the class teacher's face beamed with joy.

What a shocking thing!

The champion in the high school entrance examination came to her class!

Fang Zhihui snorted coldly, "Is this still a competition? I think it must be Lu Jixue who is the class monitor. He is not the class leader. The teacher has to bombard him with [-] consecutive calls and let him be the monitor!"

Song Yu hummed, this is indeed the truth.

This Lu Jixue's sense of presence was too strong, and Song Yu couldn't help being a little curious.

"Which one is Lu Jixue? I want to see."

Fang Zhihui squinted back a few times, "That's... that's the one! The third row from the bottom by the window!"

"Oh oh oh oh!" Song Yu stroked his hair, trying to pretend to glance casually, and looked back slowly.

Turning around, the man was looking at him coldly.

"Damn it!" Song Yu quickly turned around, "He seems to have found out that I was peeking at him! Damn it!"

Fang Zhihui suppressed a smile, "Everyone is in the same class, and they are all boys, so why don't you peek or not! You are weird!"

"No! Don't you think he is a bit like a big devil who kills people without batting an eye in the last days? He smells like scum all over his body!"

"Speak in a low voice, don't offend the monitor of your class right after school starts, it will be difficult for you to cheat on duty in the future!"

"What you said makes sense! I believe it!"

Fang Zhihui glanced back, "You can see that I am aiming very naturally, the squad leader didn't notice it, and I was lowering my head to solve the problem."

"Do the question?" To be honest, Song Yu really admired the god of learning at this time.

"He's very handsome! Really!" Fang Zhihui praised in a low voice.

"Compare with me!" Song Yu tried to hint.

"You are handsome, you are handsome, you are handsome, you are handsome!" Fang Zhihui said with his eyes closed.

That must be you handsome!

Fang Zhihui: You can't open your eyes and talk nonsense!