boys' feelings are always poetry

135.

On Tuesday, Fang Zhihui, as a new director, began to rehearse his play. He is the male lead of the play, with the most words and a lot of space to play. Playing with Fang Zhizhi on the chair.

"Brother Song, you are too lazy, look at Cao Er and Fan Buwei, you don't even want to stand up!"

Song Yu didn't dare to say that it was because he was too excited last night and couldn't sleep all night. When he got up this morning, he was so sleepy that he doubted his life. Especially at noon, people and soul are separated. The soul roams in the palace of art, and the body is already asleep.

"Okay, I'll stand up."

Fang Zhihui seemed to see through Song Yu's mental state.

"Let's practice again tomorrow. I have an elective class in the afternoon and go buy a few packets of crispy noodles."

Song Yu thought of the elective class in the afternoon, which was a good opportunity to catch up on sleep. Song Yu felt that his head was twice as big as Fang Zhizhi, which might be due to psychological effects. Song Yu felt that he was getting old, almost 80 years old.

Fang Zhihui came out of the canteen, holding six packs of crispy noodles, one pack of fudge, and two bottles of orange juice.

"Six packs of crispy noodles? Are you taking an elective course for sports?"

"I got it for you. Anyone who sees it has a share! Take it!" Fang Zhihui stuffed three packs into Song Yu's arms forcibly. In fact, Song Yu didn't really want to eat it. The food is too disturbing, the second is that the smell is a bit too strong, and the third is the most important point. If he wants to sleep in the elective class, he can just lie on the table and sleep without raising his head and eyes.

In desperation, Song Yu carried three packs of crispy noodles and a bottle of orange juice and walked slowly, slower than a five-hundred-year-old tortoise. He yawned as he walked, more like an old tortoise who lived forever. up.

……

"What a coincidence! Song Yu has curly hair!"

Song Yu looked back, and the man who involuntarily seized his nametag appeared again.

"good afternoon."

Song Yu's eyes are half closed.

"Did you book a room last night?"

"No……"

Song Yu walked into the elective class and fell asleep.

After falling asleep for less than 5 minutes, he was woken up by the school bully at the back table.

"If you often book accommodation, I recommend the splendid little Internet cafe next to the school. There are people covering his house, and no police uncle has ever come to check on minors surfing the Internet."

"Thank you, but, I only study every day, I only study in my life, and study makes me happy."

136.

"Men in Black" is Song Yu's favorite movie. The ending of the movie is in his elective class, but he was too sleepy, his eyelids couldn't support him, his head sank, and he fell asleep on the table.

During this long elective class, Song Yu had a dream. In the dream, he traveled back to elementary school, and he was the tallest and strongest boy in the class. Because a man is strong, a man must be strong. Song Yu was very happy, but In this happy dream, Song Yu suddenly turned into a little boy with dirty hands. He was very thin and short. He had an orange-yellow umbrella, which was very eye-catching and of an old style. The three white characters of Zhongchun are very obvious. Everyone knows that this is a worthless mineral water gift, but no one will be surprised. It is good for the little dirty boy to have an umbrella to cover the rain. This ugly and ugly orange The small yellow umbrella may be a bad aesthetic for many elementary school students, but who cares, walk home with an umbrella, and there is sweet and sour fish-flavored shredded pork at home to eat.

Walking on the familiar road, the little dirty boy saw his mother. His mother was holding a rose-red umbrella. The edge of the umbrella was wrapped in exquisite lace, which was very beautiful.

"Go away."

His mother told him so.

Song Yu suddenly woke up from the dream, his body was stiff, and there was a lot of cold sweat in his hands, it was terrible.

"Damn it!" Song Yu's drowsiness disappeared completely. He unscrewed the orange juice with one hand and drank several sips, but he couldn't taste the taste, so most of the bottle of drink disappeared.

When Song Yu woke up, the movie had already finished, and a very classic TV series "Dream of Red Mansions" was being shown.

Song Yu looked back at the school bully at the back table. He was sleeping and hadn't woken up yet. He might still be wearing his name tag. Song Yu clenched his fists and decided that no matter what, he must regain himself when he woke up. It is best not to use force to win the name tag, mainly because force cannot win, and it is purely outsmarted.

There is a bottle of kiwi fruit juice on the school bully's table, it is green, he may have a special liking for green, it is really too green, and the Converse he is wearing today is still brand new, spotless, Song Yu can swear , That is definitely a new pair of Converse. Legend has it that there are seven identical white shirts at home, and seven identical pairs of Converse shoes may be him.

Tsk tsk, the brain circuit is very clear.

Song Yu wanted to eat crispy noodles, but he was afraid of making a creaking sound, so he stopped eating and held back.At this time, a sign-in form was passed from the front. It should be that the teacher was too lazy to roll the roll, so he relied on this sign-in, and then checked the number of people.

Song Yu put aside the idea that he could skip class, picked up a pen, and looked for his name on the sign-in sheet. According to the order of the seats, he and the school bully should be the last two who did not sign. Song Yu glanced at it and was immersed in dreamland If you are a school bully, then show kindness and sign for him.

After signing his name, Song Yu squinted his eyes to look for the school bully's name. For a person who doesn't love his name so much, wouldn't his name be called Goudan Tie Zhu?A closer look reveals that this person's name is also a representative name of an old scholar in the old society.

Class [-], Senior [-], Lu Chengsi.