boys' feelings are always poetry

93.

Mala Xiangguo Crispy Noodles is a wonderful snack. Open the Crispy Noodles and put the seasoning packet in. Everyone in the class will smell it, oh, there is a guy who eats the Crispy Noodles with Mala Xiangguo Flavor.

Song Yu was doing this in the self-study class, but he was very experienced, so he only put in half of the seasoning packet and shook it evenly.

Fan at the front table is not afraid to look back.

"Give me some."

"No, this is my crispy noodles."

Song Yu started the mode of chewing crispy noodles alone.

Fan Buwei adjusted his glasses, and said solemnly, "Call the crispy noodles to see if it suits you. Since it doesn't make a sound, it means it's not yours. Anyone who sees it has a share, so give me some!"

The class is very quiet, everyone is studying, Fan Buwei probably smelled it, was hungry, and asked Song Yu for crispy noodles, Song Yu didn't share it, just ate it by himself, and made a creaking sound in front of Fan Buwei sound.

"Will you give it?"

Creak.

"Are you sure you won't give it to me?"

Creak.

Fan Buwei gave up and turned his head to write an English study case angrily. He is the representative of the English class, watch it, he will definitely seize the opportunity to remember Song Yu's name in the future, it is best not to be caught by him!

Song Yu was a little happy, it was fun to bully Fan Xiaoglasses, especially watching Fan Xiaoglasses furious, it was so much fun.

After eating, it was a little salty, Song Yu took out the bottle of orange juice that the school bully gave him, and looked at the bottle carefully, in case the school bully deliberately bought a bottle of expired drink to hurt him, and then took the name tag for himself, Song Yu Woo must take a good look.

Ang, not expired.

Song Yu unscrewed the orange juice and took a big sip. It was sour and a bit bitter. It was not good. Song Yu had bought this brand of lemon juice before, and it was delicious. But the orange juice was so bad, it must be the bottle of emerald green kiwi The juice wasn't much better either.

Fang Zhihui passed a small note to him, and Song Yu wondered if there was something urgent that he had to send a note immediately.

Fang Zhizhi's handwriting is really ugly.

Fang: Does Zhao Yingxiong, your back desk, still ask for sick leave?When will he come?

It was only then that Song Yu remembered that Zhao Yingxiong was his back desk and Lu Jixue's deskmate, but he didn't come on the first day. This refers to the first day of military training. It can be said that he never came. He kept taking sick leave and no one saw him. I asked what Zhao Yingxiong looked like, and whether he looked like a people's hero, but the only thing that was certain was that Zhao Yingxiong studied well and was the second in the class. If it wasn't for the existence of Lu Jixue, he might be the first.

Father Song: It should be. He has never been here. I don’t know when he will come. What are you doing?

After writing a line, Song Yu drew a piece of dog shit and passed it on to Fang Zhihui.

After a while, another note came.

Father Fang: I'm going to do the Etiquette Month drama. I see that other classes have started rehearsing. I don't even have a script. The class monitor said that if you have any difficulties, you can find Zhao Yingxiong. He is the representative of the Chinese class.shit shit

Song Yu laughed, Fang Zhihui is really innocent, Zhao Yingxiong is just a representative of the Chinese class, he is just a nominal class representative, he has never attended a class, and the Chinese teacher is interested in his reputation as the first prize in the middle school composition competition. If you don't even come, it's too difficult to ask him for advice.

It was obvious that Lu Jixue didn't want to help Fang Zhihui write the script, so he just pushed someone out, or pushed someone who called in sick every day. Song Yu almost thought that Zhao Yingxiong was actually going to school under the name and playing games at home during the day.

Father Song: Don't ask, it means Zhao Yingxiong is on sick leave and won't come.

shit shit.

The words are all secondary, the main thing is to draw shit.

94.

Lu Jixue came back from a meeting, went into the class to look around, and found that the head teacher was not there.

Regardless of whether the class teacher is here or not, his affairs must be notified.

"Take 5 minutes to talk about the Etiquette Month drama."

Fang Zhihui was so sad when he mentioned the Rites Moon drama, he almost burst into tears.

"This Etiquette Month drama has something to do with each of us. The student union decided that the stage should look like this. I will draw it."

Lu Jixue picked up half a stick of white chalk and roughly drew a sketch on the blackboard.

Song Yu couldn't help admiring, Mr. Squad Leader's paintings are so beautiful, he must be the kind who can be admitted to the Central Academy of Fine Arts if he goes to study fine arts.

"All the students will be on stage, and the center of the stage is reserved for the students who perform the drama. The theme is civility and etiquette. It is best to integrate allusions, which will give you extra points. Fang Zhihui, have you finished your script?"

Fang Zhihui shivered, showing a terrified expression, "No! Zhao Yingxiong has been on sick leave, and I can't write..."

Fang Zhihui's voice became smaller and smaller, and the whole class gave them sympathetic eyes.

"Don't worry about this, Zhao Yingxiong will come to class on Friday."

Fang Zhizhi breathed out, oh, I survived.

"Any question?"

The literary and art committee raised their hands and spoke, "Should I borrow or buy the costumes and props of the drama?"

"Props are made by myself, and costumes are in school uniforms."

At this time, there were vague and strange noises in the quiet class.

Creak.

Lu Jixue glanced at Song Yu, and found that he was secretly eating crispy noodles.

"Any question?"

Creak.

"..."

Creak.

Fan Buwei adjusted his glasses and smiled sinisterly, Son Song, I've caught you!

"Report to the class monitor! Song Yu secretly ate spicy hot pot-flavored crispy noodles in self-study class! It affects my study!"

Song Yu panicked, and the crispy noodles in his hand fell to the ground, huh.

"Ah."

Lu Jixue nodded, picked up the class log and began to register.

Fang Zhihui will deduct five points for eating in self-study class.