boys' feelings are always poetry

173.

Finally after school, Song Yu felt that he could breathe. Song Yu's breath was blocked by the thin air in class before, and it might be squeezed by Lu Jixue. To be honest, the bus was not so crowded. Song Yu felt a little A torture can be invented in the book, whoever does not write will be squeezed into four seats with Lu Jixue. Anyway, Lu Jixue said that space is like a sponge, and there will always be a squeeze.

On the way home, Lu Jixue looked serious, as if he was about to discuss something important.

"Zhao Yingxiong has someone he likes, not you."

How does this sentence sound like: the bride is married and the groom is not me, but if it is not me, it is not me, and I did not ask for it to be me.

"Oh."

"It's very disappointing, isn't it?"

Um?Lost?

Lost is not used in this way, Song Yu is not lost, he just feels that he and Zhao Yingxiong are not familiar with each other, there is no need to explore the private space, he does not care whether Zhao Yingxiong has someone he likes, he likes whoever he wants, It has nothing to do with him, unless he likes Fang Zhihui.

"He likes Fang Zhihui."

"I object!"

"invalid objection."

"I am firmly against it!"

"She is a man of talent and beauty, and it's your turn to object, this little cutie!"

"..."

Song Yu thought a lot about rebutting his words, for example, Zhao Yingxiong is too arrogant and always looks at people with his nostrils, for example, Zhao Yingxiong is only the second in the school year, and his grades are so average that he failed Lu Jixue, but these are irrelevant words, not convincing force.

"Uh... I think Zhao Yingxiong doesn't like anyone, he only likes himself..."

This is just Song Yu's guess. After all, Zhao Yingxiong never attended class when he was in class five, and he only wanted to be admitted to the key class. himself.

"No, why do you think so?"

"He threw away the classmate records written for him by Class [-], I think he..."

Hearing these words, Lu Jixue thought of something, and even smiled softly, as if he was laughing at some innocent boy who ran in the summer and struggled with his little thoughts on the wide playground. For: Boys' feelings are always poetry.

"Ah, except for the page written by Fang Zhihui, he threw away the rest."

"how do you know?"

"I've seen it."

"Why are you watching?"

Song Yu re-examined this relationship. Lu Jixue and Zhao Yingxiong sat at the same table, and the two had a heart-to-heart talk. Before Zhao Yingxiong left, he shook hands with Lu Jixue cordially, and said: Classmate Lu, see you on the school year list.

Has Lu Jixue started to appreciate Zhao Yingxiong?

Is it my poor academic performance?Or are your fingers too fat?Song Yu fell into doubts about life.

"To find the page you wrote, bookmark it."

174.

The corridor of Song Yu’s house smelled very heavy of smoke, as if a student was hiding in it and smoking just now. Even standing in the dark, Song Yu still felt like a fairy surrounded by smoke in a fairy tale.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Song Yu looked at Lu Jixue, who stood in the dark and refused to leave. He appeared frequently in this community recently. The aunt who swept the corridor thought that Song's mother had two sons, a tall handsome guy, and a short short idiot. .

"Don't you feel something is missing?"

"Oh." Song Yu took out his pocket and took out two crumpled renminbi, "Here you are, we are affordable people, and I will reimburse you for the round-trip travel expenses, a total of two yuan, check."

Lu Jixue pursed his lips, obviously Song Yu couldn't see clearly in the dark, he thought Lu Jixue was smiling.

"It's not the monitor, I'll give you two dollars and laugh happily, next time I'll give you four dollars! How about it!" Song Yu even gestured with his chubby hand, four dollars!There are four dollars!too much!

Seeing that Song Yu was about to go up the stairs, Lu Jixue was cruel, stomped his feet, stretched out his hand and forcibly pulled Song Yu over, leaned against the white wall, and pinched Song Yu's shoulders with both hands to prevent him from moving. Lu Jixue exerted great strength, Song Yu was motionless, like a dead fish, a dead fish being suppressed by force.

"what are you doing!"

Lu Jixue blinked and said to himself that you know what I'm going to do.

Song Yu recalled the episodes he had seen in TV dramas. This action is generally not done by good people, but by bad people who end up in prison.

"What are you doing, I'm going to call someone!" Song Yu pretended to act, as if he was the heartthrob in the play, Mrs. Song.

"Huh?" Lu Jixue let go.

As for it, don't you just want to kiss, as for calling someone?I'm not a rogue.

"Haven't you watched TV dramas?" Song Yu really wondered whether Lu Jixue didn't understand, or he was just a fool.

"What TV show?"

Forget it, Lu Jixue really didn't seem to have read it.

"This is an important plot in the TV series."

"So what? Do I have to say something next?"

"Well, you should say...you should say..." Song Yu looked at the blinking electric meter and began to perform alone, "you should say: shout! shout! No one will come to rescue you even if you shout your throat! "

Because Lu Jixue didn't know what to do, he could only blink his eyes.

"Really? I think the residents on the first and second floors can hear it, and they will come to rescue you."

"..."

Song Yu: Bye.