boys' feelings are always poetry

55.

Song Yu wore a black hoodie under his school uniform today, nothing special, just to show his dignity.

This was the first time the flag was raised in the first semester of the new high school. Next to the fifth class of the senior high school stood the fourth class and the sixth class. The boys stood in a row and the girls stood in a row, according to their size.

Fang Zhihui is in front of Song Yu, and Cao Er is behind him. This is the real queue according to size.

Song Yu felt relieved, and told Fang Zhihui that at last there was no squad leader around him to stare at him. Every day when he went to school, he was stared at by the squad leader. It was like being in a prison, and the squad leader was the warden.

Fang Zhihui turned around and sneered, "Look back, Lu Jixue is standing at the back, with your height, you are far away from others."

Taking advantage of the fact that the head teacher hadn't stepped back, Song Yu kicked Fang Zhihui hard.

"Brother Fang, is there any sugar to eat? I got up late in the morning, and the flag was raised early today, so I didn't have enough for breakfast."

Fang Zhizhi rummaged through his trouser pockets and found a piece of watermelon jelly candy.

"There is one piece left." Fang Zhihui smiled, "But I don't want to give it to you!"

"You can't do it if you don't give it, I'll snatch it!"

After all, Song Yu reached out and took out Fang Zhizhi's trouser pocket. Fang Zhihui turned his head, and the two of them were very abrupt in the neat queue.

"Song Yu! Fang Zhizhi!" The class teacher walked over from the front with a sullen face, his expression was very serious, and he felt that the wind behind him was cold and cold.

"The flag-raising ceremony also talks! You two stand behind me!"

Song Yu's face is well practiced, quite thick, no matter how much the teacher in charge ridicules him, his mentality is quite peaceful, he feels neither pain nor itching, he is a talent.

Fang Zhihui was a little worse, his face was red, his head was lowered, watching Song Yu's heels walking backwards.

The two stood behind the class, with the empty playground behind them.

"Brother Song, I absolutely blame you this time, why are you always grabbing?"

"If you give it to me, I won't steal it!"

"Aren't you always alert? Didn't you see the head teacher coming?"

"You still have the face to say, you stand in front of me, you should see better!"

Lu Jixue coughed a few times.

Only then did the two remember that they could not speak at the flag-raising ceremony.

The person speaking under the national flag is the monitor of Class [-], Senior One, Class [-] next week, and then Class [-] and Class [-]. It is estimated that Class [-] will be his turn soon, but it has nothing to do with ordinary students like Song Yu, he is basically the monitor Speech, presided over by the academic committee, and the national flag guards raised the flag.

The homeroom teacher standing in the middle of the queue waved at Lu Jixue, signaling him to go over.

Fang Zhihui looked at Lu Jixue's back and admired him.

"Brother Song, did you see that as soon as the squad leader left, the little girls in classes four, five, and six all looked sideways, like a runway show, and the squad leader was like that Dior male model, with wide shoulders, thin waist and long legs, absolutely amazing. "

"Cut." Song Yu shrugged nonchalantly. How could I be named and criticized by the teacher in charge, and walk back like a dog in the water?

56.

Soon, Lu Jixue came back and stood behind Song Yu.

Song Yu was speechless, and the warden returned.

The monitor of class one, the speech is well written, but the speech is really not very good, superficial, too exaggerated, and can't impress people at all. In fact, this kind of positive and sunny speech cannot impress people. Represented by Song Yu, second-year high school students like to go against the world, and the more serious they are, the worse they are.

Song Yu felt that if he was asked to write a speech, he must include Kurosaki Ichigo Hibari Kyoya in it. This kind of spirit of saving the world and fighting against the big devil is worthy of the speech, but his writing is terrible. , will only write the boss Hibari Kyoya as a primary school student.

Listening, Song Yu curled his lips unconsciously.

When Song Yu relaxed his vigilance, someone pulled the black hoodie, and the hat was heavy.

"WTF?"

Song Yu reached out to grab his hat, there was something inside, and when he grabbed it out, it was two chocolate pies.

Still strawberry.

Song Yu turned to look at Lu Jixue.

"Thank you monitor, I'm not hungry." Song Yu found a random reason and handed over the chocolate pie.

"..."

Lu Jixue put the chocolate pie in his pocket silently, just like the expression on his face when he stuffed the chocolate pie on the day of military training, extremely gloomy.

Song Yu suddenly realized, "Oh! The chocolate pie that was pressed under my water bottle during the military training turned out to be yours!"

Song Yu quickly recalled what he said that day, and found that it would be better not to recall.

Song Yu sighed, anxious, when will the flag-raising ceremony end, his stomach is empty, and he misses the school canteen, a 10-minute trip to the canteen between classes to buy two bags of crispy noodles should be enough.

Thinking of corn sausage, Song Yu's stomach growled.

Lu Jixue behind him took out the chocolate pie this time and stuffed it into Song Yu's trouser pocket.

Song Yu was a little embarrassed and wanted to shirk, but he heard Lu Jixue say with a cold face and a slightly contemptuous tone, "The head teacher asked me to register, and if someone speaks when the flag is raised, five points will be deducted."

Lu Jixue took out his small notebook and began to memorize it.

Song Yu was finally ashamed, he remembered my name, I can't eat too much of their chocolate pie, I should eat four!

Lu Jixue memorized for a long time, and he only memorized three names.

Fang Wisdom, Fang Wisdom, Fang Wisdom.

Five points will be deducted for speaking at the flag-raising ceremony.