boys' feelings are always poetry

73.

Song Yu packed his schoolbag and went home with Fang Zhihui.

Fang Zhihui said that his mother rented an old house near the school. The house was quite old, and the interior decoration was okay. Long, covering half of the door.

Song Yu asked, "When will you move?"

Fang Zhihui scratched his head and replied, "I guess it will be soon, I may... I won't be able to go home with you at that time."

"Damn, I'm quite a young guy, what's the point of going home by myself? Let me tell you, when I was in elementary school, no one in our school could beat me. I was lonely and defeated, like Ximen Chuuxue."

"Pull it down." Fang Zhihui doesn't believe it, because standing next to Song Yu now, he looks like a sheep, or a cartoon lamb made of cotton candy, maybe it's strawberry flavored, one bite is enough There was a leak, and my mouth was full of sweetness.

"What are you going to send the class monitor?" I don't know if it's because of the official authority, even in private chats, when mentioning Lu Jixue, Song Yu and Fang Zhihui still respectfully call the class monitor instead of their real names. Respect from the bottom of my heart.

"Didn't he say it, doll?"

"There are many kinds of dolls. There are so many animals, which one do you give?"

A pink pig appeared in Fang Zhizhi's mind.

"How about a piggy?"

"Pink Pig?"

Song Yu thought for a while and said seriously, "How about this, I'll ask you a question on the sidelines."

"Oh." Fang Zhihui hugged Song Yu's shoulders tightly, feeling that he was really his good brother.

In fact, Song Yu was just looking for something to talk to, and wanted to chat with the squad leader. As for why he talked to the squad leader, he was also thinking about it.

The innocent boy Fang Zhihui failed to see the essence through the phenomenon, and was moved by his friendship, so he generously gave Song Yu a bag of jellybeans, which were colorful caterpillar jellybeans, wrapped in white sugar, sweet and sour, definitely Song Yu Yu's taste.

74.

After dinner in the evening, Song Yu began to write his homework seriously. It was the first time that he did his homework so seriously. Generally speaking, Song Yu would write his homework while listening to songs, turn on the computer to refresh the copy, and chat at the same time. Song Yu can write homework that can be completed in an hour for three hours.

The math teacher is a woman about 50 years old. She wears glasses and is quite strict. I heard from Lin Er at the same table that the math teacher has no children, and spends all the money she earns on herself. She flies to Hainan for vacation during the winter vacation. This level can not be said to be well-off, it should be said to be petty bourgeoisie.

In short, the math teacher gave good lectures, but he was strict, unsmiling, and somewhat cold.

The representative of the mathematics class seems to be Lu Jixue, because the math teacher picked up the report card and saw Lu Jixue's results at a glance. To be honest, you don't need to pick up the report card. You should be able to hear Lu Jixue's results after walking around Huaishi No. [-] Middle School.

Very good, class monitor, student union study director, math class representative, multi-tasking, capable people do more work.

Probably because he was afraid of the strict math teacher, Song Yu turned on the computer after writing the math homework seriously.

Song Yu thought about several kinds of opening remarks, but felt that none of them were good, too contrived, so it was better to be more straightforward, so he typed a few words and sent them directly to the squad leader.

Song Yu: Monitor, what animal do you like?

Soon Lu Jixue replied with three question marks.

Song Yu: I just ask casually.

Song Yu: Didn't disturb your study?

Lu Jixue: You?

Song Yu: It's an honorific title, so I don't call it that.

Song Yu: What animal do you like?

Lu Jixue: Why do you ask this?

Song Yu wiped his sweat, thinking why he was still so nervous chatting online!

Song Yu: Just ask, I like piglets, what about you?

Song Yu said, I'm talking nonsense.

Lu Jixue: Oh.

Song Yu:? ? ?

Song Yu: Oh, what do you mean?

Song Yu: Do you like piglets?

Lu Jixue: I like it.

Song Yu got the answer, and quickly crossed out the dialog box. It seems that he is still not good at communicating with the monitor. He is under too much psychological pressure. What he thinks and what he does are completely different things. This is: a giant of thinking and a dwarf of action.

Just as Song Yu started the game, Lu Jixue sent another message.

Lu Jixue: Is the game so fun?

Song Yu: Of course...Of course it's fun...

Lu Jixue forked out the dialog box this time, opened the Post Bar of Know Everything, and typed in a few words.

What should I do if my boyfriend keeps playing games and ignoring me?

The answers are varied, and there are so many tricks.

A stranger asked back: What game does your boyfriend play?

The raging fire flows eastward: Emperor Taiyi of the West fights against the Zombie Taoist Priest.

A strange tourist praised: "Hohohoho, it's this game!"Really fun!

The raging fire is gone: your number is gone, goodbye.

Strange visitor:? ? ?

Chattering tourists quickly replied: I think that everyone must have common hobbies together, and I suggest playing together.

Agni made a fool of himself: It doesn't matter if I play, I'm afraid he won't be admitted to university.

Talking tourists: ? ? ?

Chatter tourist: Nima, is your boyfriend a minor?

Chatter tourists: report them!

Lu Jixue turned around and his head hurt a little. This post is called Wanshitong, but it's actually nonsense, and it's useless.

There was a message from a member tourist who was flying high with colorful flags, and the background was the eye-catching watermelon red.

Member tourists: It is recommended to wear sexy pajamas for temptation.

The raging fire flows eastward:?

The raging fire is gone: your number is gone, goodbye.

Neuropathy.

Lu Jixue thought about it and realized that he didn't have sexy pajamas.

There is no need to dress up either.