boys' feelings are always poetry

147.

Fang Zhihui wondered if Song Yu would be as happy as usual without his own time after school.

Song Yu wanted to know how much Fang Zhihui could buy from the series of roadside stalls in the alley every day when he went home, and whether he was full by the time he got home.

"I'll buy a few strings of oden first, a box of octopus balls, a cup of honey citron tea, and then..."

Song Yu was drooling, lying on the table, with a general picture in his mind, Fang Zhizhi was holding a bunch of delicious food, and the background music was "Good Luck", which gave off a sense of harvest.

"Then I met Zhao Yingxiong."

"Say hello?"

Song Yu felt that the answer should be no, after all, Fang Zhihui still looked at Zhao Yingxiong through colored glasses.

"I didn't say hello, he's not very good at it."

"How do you know?" Every time Song Yu saw Fang Zhihui curling his lips, he knew that he was going to start hearing.

"I saw the classmate's record written for him by our classmate in the trash can, and he threw it away. Do you think he is not good enough?"

Song Yu thought of his perfect hypocrisy, "Did he throw it away? Forget it, everyone is writing nonsense anyway."

"Zhu Gusheng, he walks alone, as if he has no friends."

As soon as Fang Zhihui finished speaking, the corridor suddenly became very noisy and chaotic, like a vegetable market on a weekend morning.

"What's going on outside?" Song Yu asked, but he didn't really care too much. He didn't sleep well last night, and he won't call Lu Jixue before going to bed in the future. A phone call would cost too much.

"It's so noisy, the class leader will definitely deduct points if he finds out! Guess if five points or ten points will be deducted, take a gamble!"

"Ten points off."

"Then I guess five points will be deducted."

Cao Er's loud voice came in from the small window that separated the classroom from the corridor. It was in the same posture as last time when he shouted that Fang Zhizhi had fought, and his sentence patterns were similar.

"stop fighting!"

148.

Scud Song Yu and sportsman Fang Zhihui ran out of the classroom in a flash, wondering if the boys in this class had fought with the boys in the other class. Fang Zhihui has experience, experience is fighting.

One of the protagonists in the corridor, Lu Jixue, stood in the middle of the crowd, with disheveled hair and a few sticks standing up in disorder. It would not be an exaggeration to call it a chicken coop. The zipper of the school uniform was torn open, revealing the white T-shirt inside. There was also a bloody fingerprint on the white T-shirt. Judging from his mental state, he had a fight. Judging from the state of his clothes, he had just been pulled away by his class or other onlookers.

The other protagonist in the corridor has a few bruises on his face, but he is not as embarrassed as Fang Zhizhi, and he is covering his nose with his hands, with nosebleeds all over his palms.

Fang Zhihui was shocked. He was not so shocked when he scored [-] points in the junior high school physics test. First of all, he was very surprised. It’s amazing to let the students from all classes come out to watch. Secondly, he is very emotional. The squad leader looks like a scholar on the drawing paper. He may be the kind of Ning Caichen, but in fact he is not. Apart from his messy hair, the squad leader Other than that, he didn’t seem to be injured. He’s not a war scum at all. It’s amazing. In the end, he was very puzzled. Where did the opponent come from? He dared to come to the gate of our fifth class to play wild, and dared to fight with our honorable squad leader. It’s too confusing .

In fact, Lu Jixue was not uninjured, his palm was cut by the pin of the name tag, and he didn't feel it at all during the fight, but now seeing Song Yu's surprised eyes, his hand hurt a little.

There are more and more people watching, but no one dares to speak, no one dares to say a word, everyone is a good brother, harmony makes money, and harmony makes money.

One is the top scorer in the high school entrance examination, and the other is the school bully, the son of the female bureau chief. It seems that no matter what, fighting is more dangerous than fighting.

Song Yu was also stunned, stupefied in the crowd, and was forced to be pushed out by Fang Zhixue, and pushed to Lu Jixue's side, Fang Zhixue also stood beside Lu Jixue, meaning that the three of us are a group, don't touch my brother, be impatient The three of us went up together, and no one was convinced.

Lu Chengsi lowered his head and coughed a few times. He seemed to have been severely beaten and suffered internal injuries. The effect was like being hit thirty times by Song Yu's ruthless iron fist.

The moment he lowered his head, he saw Song Yu's shoes, very clean canvas shoes.

"Song Yu, little curly hair, I'm here to tell you that you don't need to do the ppt, I'm done."

Song Yu didn't say a word, he could feel that the eyes of the whole corridor were focused on him, and there were many people staring at his face, tsk tsk, look at this ordinary young man, a troublemaker.

He remembered the emoticons he saw on the Internet, a group of people carrying chicken coops, with the words "You should go in", Song Yu felt that they were looking at him with that kind of eyes.

Soon, the high-heeled shoes of the head of the school year sounded from the other end of the corridor. Holding a thin lesson plan, she took away the two students who were fighting.

Before leaving, Lu Jixue handed Song Yu the nametag in his hand. It was Song Yu's nametag. It was stained with Lu Jixue's blood. The dirty part was red in different shades, and the clean part looked abrupt, as if it had suddenly turned white. Son.

"Don't lose it again."

Lu Jixue patted Song Yu's head with his uninjured hand.

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