boys' feelings are always poetry

191.

Fang Zhihui's mother found out about the remedial class run by the chemistry teacher from somewhere, and passed it on to Song's mother.

High school teachers are not allowed to run classes, and Song Yu's class teacher is hiding in a secret place, the basement of a bookstore near Huaishi No. [-] Middle School.

Students stood in twos and threes at the door of the bookstore, carrying schoolbags, holding snacks or iced sodas, waiting for class.

Not long after Song Yu and Fang Zhihui waited here, Fang Zhihui received a call from the physical education teacher and asked him to go to school for training.

"I might, really want to study physical education."

Song Yu nodded. He felt in his heart that Fang Zhihui, an ordinary little boy, would shine when he stepped on the training ground, with the unique brilliance of sports athletes, twinkling and twinkling.

"I support you, no matter what decision you make, I support you."

Hearing what Song Yu said, Fang Zhihui was a little moved, and felt that his identity and weight were more important in Song Yu's heart than Lu Jixue's. This was only his unilateral feeling.

"Don't tell my mom yet, I'll tell her slowly myself."

Song Yu nodded, like a silly girl who sent her brother to college, the kind of silly girl who eats her hands while listening to her brother.

"Milk candy for you." Fang Zhihui stuffed the candy in his pocket into Song Yu's arms, then turned around and ran on the road to No. [-] Middle School. Song Yu looked at his back. It seems to be okay, or else Fang Zhihui also practice sprinting.

When he was in junior high school, Song Yu’s front desk was a sports student who practiced shot put throwing. He is unfriendly to sports students. Fortunately, he doesn't come to class very much and spends most of his time training.

Thinking of this, Song Yu took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Lu Jixue.

"Fang Zhihui went to training, he seems to be a sports student."

"It's pretty good. With his grades, he can be admitted to a good university."

Song Yu didn't expect Lu Jixue to answer him like this. That's right, Lu Jixue will always tell you the most accurate or closest answer to the answer, no matter whether you want to hear it or not.

"Our make-up class is so weird, it's in the basement of a bookstore!"

"Because the Education Bureau does not allow teachers to make up classes in private."

"..."

Song Yu calmed down for a few seconds, and went to the supermarket to buy a bottle of lemonade.

Lu Jixue sent three messages.

"and then?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"The make-up class is weird, and then?"

"..."

192.

The basement of the bookstore is quite large, and students who come to class have seats, but there is a difference between sitting in the front and hearing clearly and sitting in the back who can't really hear.

Song Yu sat at the fourth-to-last table. He didn't sit with Fan Buwei, because Fan Buwei had to sit in the first row to attend lectures.

Also sitting in the first row was Zhao Yingxiong. Zhao Yingxiong put two cans of Wangzai milk on the table, which happened to occupy the two seats next to him. Obviously, Zhao Yingxiong was chasing someone, and this person There is a good friend who is always with you, and you have to occupy two seats.

"Song Yu! Come, come!" Zhao Yingxiong warmly greeted Song Yu, as if he knew him very well.

"I don't want to sit in the first row."

"Where is student Fang Zhihui?"

"I didn't come, and I won't come in the future."

Seeing Zhao Yingxiong's dejected look, Song Yu felt a little dark, and even wanted to hum loudly: The sky really wants to rain!I really want to live next door to you!Standing downstairs in your house!Look up and count the clouds!

He didn't know why he was secretly happy, he just felt that if Zhao Yingxiong sent a message saying that he had finally tricked Fang Zhihui, he would type out a few words viciously: I object!

Zhao Yingxiong put away two cans of Wangzai milk, and he gave one of them to Song Yu to drink.

When Song Yu checked his phone again, Lu Jixue had already sent eight messages in a row.

"and then?"

"and then?"

"and then?"

……

"and then?"

Song Yu opened Wangzai Milk with one hand, and he thought it was very handsome, but what others opened was beer or soda, but what he opened was Wangzai Milk.

"There is no more. I came in for class and sat in the fourth row from the bottom."

"Meet someone you know?"

Lu Jixue's guess was accurate. This kind of nagging tone reminded him of Lu Chengsi, a literary teenager with painful youth. This may be a special skill inherited from the family.

"Well, I met Zhao Yingxiong, and he gave me a can of Wangzai milk."

"..."

The chemistry teacher talked about metal elements in this class, and a lot of the content was taught in school. Although Song Yu didn't like to memorize chemical formulas, but it looked familiar, so he should have talked about it.

When he was in school, Song Yu didn't particularly like to listen to chemistry classes, and he would get sleepy when he listened to them, but in the make-up class, he had to listen carefully, and he opened his clean notebook and picked up a black gel pen, feeling a sense of ritual.

Song Yu was copying the chemical formula on the blackboard when suddenly there was a sound of heavy footsteps coming from the narrow stairs.

Could it be that someone from the Education Bureau came to check on the make-up classes?Song Yu was holding a small schoolbag and was ready to run away at any time, and he helped the teacher cover his face by the way, if you want to catch me, catch me!Don't catch the teacher!

At this moment, the old wooden door was pushed open with a creak, and immediately, Lu Jixue appeared behind the wooden door.

Lu Jixue said solemnly to the male classmate next to Song Yu, "It's okay, you're thin, you can still squeeze, and sit one more person."

As a result, there are seats for four people, but five people are forced to sit.

Song Yu: It's so crowded...

Lu Jixue: It's okay, space is like a sponge, there will always be space if you squeeze it.

Song Yu:? ? ?

Song Yu: You sat on my flesh! ! !