boys' feelings are always poetry

83.

Huai City No. [-] Middle School is the same as other high schools. The inter-class exercises are the third national broadcast gymnastics for middle school students, dancing youth, but Song Yu feels that if this set of inter-class exercises is put on Fang Zhihui, it is the adult version of the dancer's tears. The kind soaked in wine.

For many students, this is the first time they have come into contact with Youth Dance. Song Yu and Fang Zhihui did not dance like this in junior high school. Therefore, in the second half of the military training, the school let the new senior ones learn from the first quarter every afternoon.

In the first few days of school, I have been learning this between classes. After Fang Zhihui became the sports committee, there is a lot of room for activities. When everyone is learning to dance youth, he can carry the class card and walk from the front to the back. , the nickname is to patrol, to ensure that no one is fighting and talking, in fact, he and Song Yu are the ones who talk the most.

Standing in front of Song Yu is Cao Er. Cao Er is a bit lazy, either because he doesn’t know how to do movements, but because he is too lazy to do movements. He only completes half of each movement, which seems to be slow. See, he's the most abrupt one.

Describing Cao Er's movements, Song Yu thinks that they are round glutinous rice cakes, sticky when bending over, and sticky when reaching out, the movements are always sticky.

But it's not good if the movements are too exaggerated. In the eyes of the teacher, he may be excellent, but if you ask the students behind him whether his movements are beautiful, the answer is of course not beautiful, crazy.

The one who disliked the uneven team was a physical education teacher in his 40s, whose surname was Niu. Although everyone had known each other for a short time, many students felt that this teacher seemed to be suffering from bipolar disorder. Weeping, sometimes very irritable, thinking that all students are rebellious, fighting against the teacher's school, standing upright, and the team is still uneven. At this time, he will adjust and adjust, as if he has forgotten the big break He wanted to learn how to dance youth, but he wasted his time adjusting the team for no reason.

But during this process, Song Yu always glanced back intentionally or unintentionally. Lu Jixue was indeed not there. He was the study director of the student union. He would start checking from the first floor during the big class break, check the hygiene, and check whether there are any students in each class by the way. Skipping between classes.

Sometimes Song Yu thought, Huaishi No. [-] Middle School asked students to check students, and their own people to check their own people. Isn't that creating a split?It's not advisable, but after thinking about it, although we are all students of No. [-] Middle School, we have different levels. Sometimes the invisible level will separate people more clearly and separate them further.

Fang Zhihui came over with his class card on his shoulders and kicked Song Yu.

"Crooked, what are you thinking?"

"..."

Song Yu rolled his eyes, lowered his head and patted his trouser legs.

"What are you looking at, old ghost?"

"I didn't see anything, you think too much, my lord!"

Fang Zhihui changed the class card to take it, and approached Song Yu, "Are you looking at the class flower next door? It's very juicy, like a little carrot!"

Song Yu froze for a moment, then nodded, "Indeed."

84.

Finally, when the physical education teacher criticized all the students for not being serious about doing exercises, Song Yu chuckled to himself. This was a sign that the exercises between classes were coming to an end.

At this time, Lu Jixue finally came back, with a big red sleeve badge in his pocket, and a few hairs standing out of his own way, Song Yu saw that his cheeks were turning red, the redness of grapefruit flesh , Song Yu thought he was running back, his face was flushed from running.

It's also strange, why did he come back, just go back to the classroom, anyway, their student union is of the same level, and they are really their own people.

Lu Jixue ran to the back of the class, slowed down, stretched out his hand to stroke his hair, it took a long time to check today, because a student in the key class was sitting in the classroom reciting English words, and didn't want to go out to do exercises between classes. There was another reason, which was Zhao Yingxiong from Class [-] took sick leave again today, and the head teacher asked him to send the leave note to the school year leader for signature.

Song Yu is wearing a white hoodie under his school uniform today. Looking from the back, he can see a fluffy chestnut head growing on a small hat. It is very cute. When he jumped up, Song Yu was still a little uncoordinated. Strangely cute.

Regarding the answer he saw in Song Yu's post yesterday, Lu Jixue himself said that there was right and wrong, but in fact he didn't know the correct answer. In the dead of night, he thought about it against the white wall, which seemed to make sense.

He reflected that he had never had any physical contact with Song Yu, and it could even be said that he had never done any normal fights between classmates.

He felt that he was like a robot that came out of an isolated island. Because of the long silence, no matter where he went, he was an isolated island.

Song Yu glanced back at him in front of him.

Take another look.

They looked at each other again.

When Song Yu wanted to take another look, Lu Jixue had already walked over aggressively.

Lu Jixue's cheeks were still grapefruit red, and seemed to be redder than before.

Why is this?What is the principle?

When Song Yu tilted his head in thought, Lu Jixue had already wiped his hands silently in his pockets, wiping away the sweat from his palms.

When Song Yu stood up straight, Lu Jixue stretched out his hand and held his wrist tightly.

"Student Song Yu, let's go through the east door."