boys' feelings are always poetry

189.

The day before the start of school, Song Yu started the crazy homework mode. Because the Chinese homework is more difficult to copy, he spent a week to finish the Chinese homework. The math homework is a whole set of papers with answers. Song Yu discounted the papers by [-]% and [-]%. , just turn over the answer and copy hard. The big questions are not very easy to copy, but at Song Yu's level, usually only the first question of big questions is written, and just copy casually.

The English homework is also a set of papers, without answers, but the answers are easy to follow, just scribble. When the English teacher asks to do a reading question, he draws the original text of the answer, and Song Yu also scribbles.

The most difficult thing to copy was the chemistry homework. There were no answers, just some fill-in-the-blank questions. Who would know that? Song Yu picked up his cell phone and called Fan Buwei.

"Brother Fan, have you eaten yet?"

"Let the fart go."

"Read the answer to the chemistry homework! Let me listen!"

"I borrowed it out a long time ago. The chemistry homework is so difficult to write. The students from other classes booked it a month in advance. You came too late."

"..."

Song Yu started calling Lin Er again.

"Good tablemate, beautiful sister, have you done your chemistry homework yet?"

"Chemistry homework? Did you keep it?"

"..."

Then Song Yu called several top students in the class, but the result was the same, they were loaned out, and you came too late.

In fact, Song Yu still had another choice in his heart: Lu Jixue. At the same time, he was still a little timid. That kind of serious questioning, also known as the scene of three consecutive questions of death, was comparable to the torture of the five members of the Lu family. It was so terrible that even Lu Jixue He can think of anything in the first sentence: why don't you write?

The second sentence may ask: Are you secretly playing games again?

The third sentence is the deadliest: Did you copy other assignments too?

Forget it, Song Yuqiang cheered up, picked up his pen, and prepared to do a few questions by himself. It took him 5 minutes to examine the questions, half an hour to look through the books to find knowledge points, and half an hour to think and slip away, so an hour passed. He calculated that the ph was equal to 2.5, and it turned out that the buffer solution was alkaline, so it was hopeless.

Otherwise, I won’t write it. Song Yu sent a message to ask the representative of the chemistry class, “Will the teacher check the homework tomorrow? If I don’t check it, I won’t write it.”

The deep meaning of this sentence is: I don't want to write, you'd better tell me not to write or check.

"Check, and check strictly. The chemistry teacher said that there are few chemistry homework left, just a few sets of papers. She will check strictly tomorrow. All those that are not written will be recorded. The list will be brought to the parent meeting."

"I'll write! I can't write!"

Song Yu picked up the pen again, scratched his head and began to write.

Half an hour later, he felt that sometimes fate is something you have to succumb to, and that compromise to fate is what every citizen with a soul should do.

"Crooked, squad leader! Hee hee!"

190.

What Lu Jixue was worried about still came, and Song Yu really didn't do his homework.

"Is something wrong?"

"Crooked, did you do...the chemistry homework?"

"Of course I did. Am I the one who doesn't do my homework?"

Why does it sound like a mockery, forget it, it doesn't matter.

"Well, did you borrow your chemistry homework?"

Lu Jixue understood Song Yu's meaning. It was because the chemistry homework was difficult to write. If he wanted to copy others' homework, he might be the last person Song Yu asked for help.

hateful.

"No loan, neither homework nor wife."

"Uh…"

Song Yu rubbed his eyes and rubbed them with the back of his hand.

"Uh, well, bye, I have to do my homework."

Unexpectedly, in Xueba Xiaolu's heart, homework is so precious, and its status is comparable to that of his own wife, tsk tsk, how amazing, I love learning, and learning makes me happy!Not letting me study is telling me to die!I will die!

"Oh!" Song Yushen

With a deep sigh, I can only rely on myself.

Song Yu, who was free from distracting thoughts, finally entered a good state, and his concentration was very concentrated. Song Yu didn't take a bite of the fruit on the table. In the past, he basically had to eat up all the apples, oranges and grapes before he could concentrate on his homework.

Lu Jixue finished his homework a long time ago. To be honest, he felt very strange. It was a very common multiple-choice question, filling in the blanks. It took Song Yu an hour to do one question. With this effort, Lu Jixue could teach himself two chapters of analytical chemistry. .

After some ideological struggle, Lu Jixue decided to lend a helping hand. Next time, next time and next time, Song Yu must not copy homework anymore.

Song Yu finished half of the questions and was happy when Lu Jixue called. Song Yu looked at his crumpled paper. There were several questions that were wrong at first glance, but Song Yu had no other answers. Can hard write.

"Have you finished your homework?"

"not yet."

"How much have you written?"

"Half?"

"Do all of them?"

"I can't do it, I wrote it blindly."

Look and see!It was another question about Lu's death, Song Yu was very anxious, shaking his legs frantically, and the sewing machine in his heart started immediately at this moment.

"Copy the rest from me, I'll borrow you to copy."

Song Yu touched his chin. Is there deceit in the words, or blades in the words, or words in the words?

"Aren't you and your wife not borrowing homework? I still don't want to borrow homework. Homework is too precious."

Lu Jixue smiled.

"Are you stupid? You can lend your homework to your wife."

"..."

It turned out that there was sugar in the words, although it was weird.

Song Yu: I know it's a bit weird, but I don't know where it is.