Primary school scum

The next day, Ouyang looked tired and drooped his face until he got up and played one song after another, but couldn't get up.

Yang You, who is always full of energy and doesn't know what insomnia is, walked over excitedly.

Seeing that both of them were still sleeping, he glanced at them, leaned forward, and shouted, "Lou Heng, Ouyang, wake up!"

This loud roar directly overwhelmed the rather loud wake-up music, completely waking them up.

Ouyang opened his eyes in a daze, pointed at him accusingly, and murmured indistinctly.

Above, Lou Heng woke up with a tired look on his brows, but he quickly climbed down the iron ladder.

On this day, Ouyang was rarely in low spirits, and he was inevitably affected by tiredness during class and lost his mind.

It happened to be a Chinese class, and the Chinese teacher also played a very good hypnotic effect.

Holding the book in her hand, various classical Chinese nouns floated out of her mouth, and she still shook her head when she was deeply in love.

The words without ups and downs matched with the Chinese teacher's extremely long-drawn-out tone, only makes people drowsy.

He didn't sleep well last night, and hearing this sound again, Ouyang's hands shaking while taking notes, his heavy eyelids kept drooping.

Not daring to sleep blatantly, and unable to bear the deep tiredness, he lowered his head and half-closed his eyelids.

When Ou Yang was dozing off, Lou Heng was in a similar situation as him.

Both fell asleep.

Although the Chinese teacher is old, his eyesight is extremely sharp, and he will not let go of any small violation of the rules by the students.

With a glance, she caught several students who were secretly dozing off, including Ou Yang and Lou Heng.

In a fit of anger, the Chinese teacher woke them up one by one, expelled them outside the classroom, and punished them to stand.

In the narrow corridor, Ouyang and Lou Heng stood side by side, quietly.

The Chinese teacher glanced over them, stopped on Ouyang, and said, "Ouyang, this is your first time. Stand obediently and reflect on yourself."

Ouyang's face was flushed red, his head was lowered, and he listened in embarrassment.

When the furious Chinese teacher left, he remained silent without raising his head.

One is because of the embarrassment after being reprimanded by the teacher, and the other is his faint sense of guilt.

"Ouyang, you didn't sleep well last night? Why?"

Lou Heng turned sideways, stared at his flushed face, and asked in a low voice.

"Um...."

Depressed, Ouyang raised his head, looked directly at him, and replied softly.

It's true that he didn't sleep well, but he couldn't tell the reason.

Xiao Ouyang, who has been a good student for thousands of years, was punished by the teacher to stand for the first time, and his mood was indescribably low.

Lou Heng couldn't bear it, reached out and rubbed his head lightly, and comforted him in a warm voice: "You can go back and borrow notes from Chen Cai later, it's not your fault that you didn't sleep well, it's okay, I didn't sleep last night good."

Seeing that Ouyang's face softened slightly, he continued: "The third year of high school is under a lot of pressure. Let's stand here for a while, and we will have the energy to deal with the next class later. Even if we are not caught and punished by the teacher, we may spend the whole day playing Drowsy."

As he said that, Ouyang raised his head abruptly, his flickering eyes were clear, and he whispered as if awakened: "That's right, I'm not sleepy anymore."

"Go back to your seat later, eat some snacks to replenish your strength, and listen to the next class."

Lou Heng smiled and said.

Ouyang couldn't help nodding, his eyes were full of approval, completely dispelling the original haze.

After Lou Xueba's careful enlightenment, Ouyang thought about it again, and his mood suddenly turned from cloudy to sunny.

On the other side of the corridor, a few classmates caught a glimpse of the smiles of the two, and their eyes widened, looking like a ghost.

There are many people who are punished to stand and can enlighten themselves, but it is really rare to be able to laugh so happily, and they come twice at a time.

……

The spring breeze has passed overnight, and spring has arrived.

All kinds of plants bloom one after another, and the garden is full of fragrance for a while.

Ouyang couldn't appreciate the colorful beauty, because he was allergic to pollen, so he avoided it carefully every time.

But no matter how he tried to avoid it, he would inevitably bump into it, but he was in trouble once he was not careful.

On this day, Ouyang and Lou Heng walked side by side, heading for the dormitory.

Knowing Ouyang's symptoms, they avoided the main road and hurried across a path.

At the end of the path, where there were green bushes before, a large cluster of colorful flowers unexpectedly appeared at some point.

Just a gust of wind blew away the pollen in it, and directly hit their side.

Ouyang couldn't dodge in time. After inhaling, the tip of his nose itched and he sneezed several times.

In order to prevent allergies, Lou Heng pulled him and ran quickly.

When he arrived at the dormitory, Ouyang suddenly felt itching on the side of his face. He raised his hand to scratch it, but the scratching became more and more itchy.

Noticing the small movements of the person beside him, Lou Heng's expression changed, and he hurriedly grabbed his hand.

Moving his hand away, he leaned forward and looked at Ouyang's face carefully.

There were many small red spots on the side of the white and tender face, which were more conspicuous against the background of the complexion.

Unable to bear the itching on his face, Ouyang stretched out his hand unconsciously, and when he was about to scratch, Lou Heng stopped him.

Stretching out his fingertips and lightly touching the red dot, Lou Heng quickly put down his hand and said, "Ouyang, don't move, you are allergic."

There are all kinds of medicines in the dormitory, but there is no way to cure allergies.

But within a few hours, Ouyang's face was already flushed red, looking quite pitiful.

"Lie down and rest."

Lou Heng had no choice but to coax him softly and help him to lie down.

Ouyang lay on his back on the bed, his facial expression kept changing, trying to relieve the itching symptoms a little.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, his left hand broke free from Lou Heng's suppression, and grabbed his face.

Lou Heng noticed it, and immediately locked his hand again, emphasizing: "Don't touch it, the more you touch it, the more itchy."

"But it's really itchy."

With a bitter face, Ouyang complained quite aggrievedly, tears welling up in his eyes.

Lou Heng sighed, patted his head, stood up, and said, "I'll go out and buy medicine for you, don't catch it."

"Uh-huh."

Ouyang's eyes lit up, and he nodded quickly, not wanting to endure this feeling anymore.

As soon as he walked out of the school gate, Lou Heng raised his head slightly, his face darkened, and he stared at the visitor indifferently.

Beside a car not far away, leaning against a stylishly dressed woman, in her 30s, Kou Hong tapped the car hood with her fingernails.

Yuan Li, the stepmother in his household registration book, and the current wife of Lou's father.

Her heavily made-up face, although it has been devastated by the years, still shows a youthful beauty.

Such facial features are also worthy of the young and vigorous Father Lou who was willing to abandon his wife and children, even breaking with his parents to marry her.

Completely ignoring Lou Heng's indifferent expression, Yuan Li smiled softly, walked forward and said, "Lou Heng, Auntie has something to discuss with you."

Lou Heng didn't know her purpose, but he didn't want to bother, so he walked around her and walked to the pharmacy.

A trace of sternness flashed across his eyes, Yuan Li still maintained a gentle smile, and stepped forward to stop him.

In this case, she can still keep smiling, which shows the depth of her skills.

Yuan Li stretched out her slender fingers, grabbed Lou Heng's arm, and clenched it firmly.

She sighed, immediately put on a pitiful expression, and begged: "Your father and I had a little trouble and want to divorce. I know you don't like me, but you are a good boy. Auntie hopes that you can help me say two things. In a word, persuade your father."

The author has something to say:

Lou Heng: Divorce? What a happy event.