Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

No. 17 Middle School——

In the middle of the second-to-last row, a sweaty teenager took off his school uniform and stuffed it into his desk. He looked at the swaying leaves outside the window. The branches and leaves looked even greener and more lush under the bright sunlight.

The boy suddenly felt someone poking his arm and turned his head slightly. The girl next to him pushed the soda on the table over to him.

"I saw you playing basketball just now, so I bought some for you when I went to buy water with Zhang Shuang and the others."

"Thank you. I'll give you the money when I get home tonight."

Chang Qing unscrewed the water bottle and gulped down a few gulps. At this time, several male classmates who were good friends with her in the class also came in with basketballs and stood at the door to throw the basketball to her.

After Chang Qing received the basketball accurately, he reminded: "Don't play with the ball in the classroom. It would be bad if it hits other people."

"I know, I know."

Lu Ziming walked to the row behind Chang Qing and sat down on his seat as if he was exhausted. "I said that those noobs in Class 2 were addicted to being noobs. They had to challenge our class to a duel. Now they feel comfortable being abused and finally stopped barking."

"Su He, let's play ball together after school this afternoon."

"No, I still have to do my homework."

Chang Qing rejected Lu Ziming's proposal and took out the Grade 53 math paper from the table and handed it to him: "The monthly exam is coming soon, you should review well. I have to participate in a math competition during this period, so I don't have time to tutor you."

"You promised me that as long as I help you beat Class 2, you will stop giving me things to do and you will obey me in everything."

When Lu Ziming saw the five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulation, his face immediately turned green. He was about to speak out a rebuttal, but when he met the boy's eyes, he felt inexplicably guilty, and finally accepted the paper with a grim face.

Chang Qing then turned around and took out another paper and started working on it.

Unlike Lu Ziming, the young master whose family runs a chain of supermarkets, Su He was born in an ordinary small county town. His parents are honest farmers. He knew from a young age that only by studying hard could he have a chance to make a comeback.

From childhood to adulthood, his grades have always been very good. Even when he went to high school in the city, his grades were still among the best, and he always ranked first in the grade.

Everyone knows that there is a handsome boy with excellent grades in No. 17 Middle School, named Su He.

Su He lived up to everyone's expectations and was admitted to the best university in the country, where he chose biology. At a young age, he demonstrated his unparalleled talent in scientific research. Before he even graduated from university, he was invited to participate in the most authoritative symposium in the world.

However, when his experimental results came into contact with the mainstream academic community, he was suppressed as expected in his attempt to subvert existing academic theories. He was eventually left with no other options and committed suicide by jumping off a building.

Several of his fellow colleagues in the laboratory were also oppressed in various ways. Most of them were mediocre and disheartened, so they found a school to live out their days in a daze.

He said: "Do you know? Actually, there are not many universities in our province, but there are millions of college entrance examination candidates every year. Only a few can get into universities, and those who can't can only go home and farm."

"Compared to other places where there are several universities in a city, our province has very few universities. Even the current universities are still sent to Dragon City by leaders with their own future as a gift."

"I studied so hard, immersed in a sea of ​​test questions every day, and people called people like me small-town test-takers."

"I grew up like a weed. I thought they would admire my vigorous life, but unexpectedly they said: You are just a weed and will never bloom into a beautiful flower..."

Chang Qing looked at the senior high school students in the classroom. In the noisy and hot summer, forty or fifty people were crowded in a classroom, and there were only two not-so-cool fans hanging above them, which were turning with a squeak.

Following the cool breeze, the students below are wearing blue and white school uniforms and black pants. Girls who love beauty may reduce the wide and airy trouser legs to show their uniqueness.

At that time, they were in their prime, discussing the questions in a low voice, or the people in the front row turned around, picked up their pens and started writing on the draft paper, and some people silently lay on the table and recited ancient poems.

Even the most mischievous boys in the class would just bend over quietly and play with their mobile phones furtively at their desks.

It is precisely because he is now in the third year of high school that Lu Ziming's grades are always average in the grade. Perhaps because his parents have been busy with business for a long time, Lu Ziming is very rebellious. He often fights and rides a motorcycle to pick up girls. Lu Ziming's sister spent money to ask Su He to help Lu Ziming with his lessons.

Maybe because they had just won against Class 2, Lu Ziming was in a really good mood and actually picked up his pen to do the questions seriously.

"Shit, the pen is out of ink."

Just as he finished speaking, a pen appeared on the table. He looked up, but the boy in front of him didn't turn around. Instead, he said calmly, "Remember to buy it and return it to me next time."

After school, Lu Ziming hastily handed the two papers to Chang Qing. Except for some difficult ones which were left blank, the rest were filled in.

Chang Qing took a quick look and saw that Lu Ziming's basics were pretty good. When he was about to play basketball, he grabbed Lu Ziming's shirt and said in a clear voice, "Come back."

"Su He, what are you doing? I have already written everything I promised you."

Lu Ziming sat in the seat in front of Chang Qing with a puzzled look on his face, with a hint of impatience on his face, as if he was going to beat him up if he didn't give a reason.

He was well-known in No. 17 Middle School. After all, Lu Ziming was always present in every fight, and he was also a regular guest for criticism at the flag-raising ceremony on Mondays.

"Explain the questions." Chang Qing tapped the blank space with a pen, and then quickly circled the questions that Lu Ziming got wrong with a red pen.

When he tried to escape for the third time and was pressed to his seat by Chang Qing, Lu Ziming stopped thinking about playing basketball and stared at the ceiling speechlessly: "Su He, what did my sister tell you? You nag me even more than my sister does. Let me tell you, although you have good grades, good looks, and are good at playing basketball, you have no chance of becoming my brother-in-law. I will never agree."

When he thought about calling Su He brother-in-law in the future, he almost collapsed.

This guy is so annoying now. If he really becomes my brother-in-law, he will be strictly controlled.

In fact, at the beginning of the first year of high school, Lu Ziming and Su He were deskmates for a semester. At that time, Lu Ziming could only stay in school for less than two days a week, and the two did not have much contact.

Until a girl boldly approached Lu Ziming, and he just said impatiently that "Brother is nice, but you are not my type", who would have thought that the girl wanted him to deliver a love letter to Su He.