Human ladder

Wen Yan smiled, and Zhou Quan let him go when the fuss was over.

That sentence in English was too long, he didn't remember it at all, and planned to find the way to ask for it.

Then he inevitably thought of Xu Qiuyue and her crazy words.

——We must stop him, we must stop Lu Congqi!

So Wen Yan's footsteps approaching Lu Congqi suddenly stopped, but after he hesitated for a while, the class bell rang.

Seeing that Wen Yan was finally saved, He Zhang and the others cheered and approached Wen Yan.

Lu Congqi followed them, heard the class bell, and looked at Wen Yan with a embarrassed expression. The surrounding students urged Lu Congqi to rush into the classroom. He Zhang and the others ran to ask for credit from Wen Yan, and opened their arms from a long distance away. , to Wen Yanxiao's beating: "How is it? Don't hurry up and thank you dads..."

Wen Yan was blocked by the three of He Zhang and the others, and the three of them surrounded Wen Yan in a group: "Where did you go? You haven't seen anyone for a whole day."

Wen Yan couldn't see Lu Congqi anymore, so he could only look away, and asked softly, "Nothing happened, right?"

"No, Bobo also talked about the monthly exam next week."

Until Wen Yan and the others returned to the dormitory, they didn't ask what Wen Yan was doing, which made He Zhang look at Wen Yan suspiciously.

Seeing Wen Yan go to bed, He Zhang couldn't help but wondered: "Are you okay? Why don't you go to toss Lu Congqi these two days?"

Wen Yan turned his back to He Zhang and just shook his head.

He waited until everyone in the dormitory fell asleep before he got off the top bunk and sneaked into the bathroom.

It should be the reason for bumping into the waist, Wen Yan couldn't sleep because of the pain in the middle of the night, so he could only quietly toss out the safflower oil left before and go to the bathroom to wipe it secretly.

This stuff has a strong smell, and Wen Yan can't apply too much.

The door of the bathroom was opened at this moment, and He Zhang stared at Wen Yanyi's bruises all over his back, and hissed in pain, "Who are you fighting with again? What's wrong?" Won't you call us?"

Wen Yan was taken aback, and put down his clothes in a panic, and was stopped by He Zhang: "Don't cover it up, I've seen it all, give it to me."

He Zhang's eyelids twitched as if his eyes were hurting: "I said, why don't you go to find Lu Congqi, lest he worry?"

It's really hard to explain the injuries all over the body.

Wen Yan gritted his teeth and nodded, while handing his back to He Zhang to apply the medicine to himself.

He Zhang didn't know what came to mind, poured safflower oil into his palm, but said nonchalantly, "You used to... you must have clamored to ask the school doctor to issue a certificate to ask for leave, what happened now?"

Wen Yan insisted: "If I really don't want to go to class, who can stop me?"

As soon as He Zhang heard this, he became angry and wanted to slap Wen Yan to death, cursing: "You are quite proud, aren't you? The next monthly exam is a good one. Landlord Zhou and Bobo are going to arrest our class this time." The grades are over, don't make trouble for yourself."

"What's the trouble I'm looking for? I'm number one from the bottom because of my skills, okay?"

The strength in He Zhang's hands increased a bit, Wen Yan cried out in pain, and took a long time to finish the medicine.

For some unknown reason, He Zhang suddenly struggled a little bit in embarrassment, and then said: "Don't take what I said a while ago... We are all human, who is worse than whom?"

"???"

He Zhang looked at Wen Yan hesitantly and said: "I have been observing you and Lu Congqi these two days, and found that once you two are together, no one can get involved... I think you two are quite a match Yes, you don't want to study in the same city as him in the future?"

Wen Yan didn't know where things would go according to this development, but the situation had already unfolded, and it was too late for him to stop.

He simply said without any pressure: "I think, I want to wait for him to finish class and bring him milk tea, go to the movies on weekends, swim in the lake, go to a scenic spot, buy something exactly the same as the two of us, and send him flowers every year and holidays." .”

It always seems that at a certain stage, these mixed students also know that it is time to study, and they also want to think about the future.

He Zhang has thought a lot these days, and by the way, he also thought about it for Wen Yan, a bastard.

It's good to be young, whether you can do it or not, you have a lot of plans for the future.

He Zhang couldn't help but also became interested: "Then you two discuss it and work hard together. By the way, I will make way for you to make up your homework or something. Isn't that how TV novels are written?"

"But I can't..." He muttered to himself, then straightened up and asked, "Are you done? Fuck, I'm freezing to death, go to sleep."

Wen Yan's uncharacteristically early waking up that day did not continue, on the contrary, it seemed like a flashback, and even if he put him on the bedside to blow the birds and the phoenix, he might not be able to wake up.

Everything depends on Wen Yan's miraculous biological clock to wake him up on time, and no one can do anything about it.

He Zhang's chicken soup didn't work, and he felt that Wen Yan was really hopeless.

Then for a few days, Wen Yan lived a life in school that never came to an end, and the day before the monthly exam, he finally kept up with the normal rhythm and started class.

This class is Wang Bo's class. It seems that he wants to lead the whole class to prepare for the monthly exam, so he deliberately chose to lead the whole class to write the text silently during the evening self-study.

Standing on the podium, Wang Bo looked relieved when he saw that the rare people in the class had arrived, and said, "You guys write "Two Chapters of Lao Tzu" silently, and I will go down and collect them in 15 minutes."

After all, it was the head teacher's class. The students in the audience took out their textbooks and turned to the exact page, ready to copy. It was rare for the class to be quiet.

Wen Yan rested his chin and looked at the class on Gaosan Road through the window next to the corridor.

Nothing special. Under the night, the class was filled with the rustle of scribbling, and there were wounds all over his body where he couldn't see it. The troublesome road was less annoying, at least he really didn't know. What kind of mentality should I use to face Lu Congqi at this moment.

The clock on the podium was ticking. After a while, Wen Yan suddenly saw snowflakes floating outside. He didn't know when the first snowflakes appeared. The snowflakes that fell fell in clusters.

"It's...it's snowing."

Wen Yan's words caused a commotion in the class, and they all scratched their heads and looked out the window: "Damn it, it's really snowing, and it must have snowed too early this year."

"Will it snow tomorrow? Have a snowball fight?"

The students in the class were so playful that they couldn't sit still anymore and wanted to go out to watch the snow.

Bobo patted the podium exhausted: "Quiet, this is class, what's so good about snow?"

Having said that, he couldn't help but move his head out with the felt hat, and he was obviously in a good mood disturbed by the snow.

But at this moment, the white light tubes in the classroom suddenly flickered for a while. Everyone thought it was just an unstable voltage, and all raised their heads to look up.

Although there was a faint expectation in my heart...but I couldn't get up and down, and didn't dare to implement it.

Until the incandescent lamp flickered a few times and finally passed away, everyone's vision suddenly fell into darkness.

Some people look forward to the stars and the moon, and they seem to be unable to believe that it is a manifestation, so they ask cautiously: "This...is this a power outage?"

Suddenly there was the sound of cheers and slapping the table from other classes outside, and they really stood on the table slowly, as if the people in the liberated area had finally ushered in spring, and they also cheered with the crowd: "The power is cut off!! Groove! God showed me!"

"Amnesty to the Quartet!"

"Shenwu manifests!"

Now, even if Wang Bo wanted to hold back the restlessness, he had no choice but to turn on the flashlight of the mobile phone and said with a smile: "The power outage happens to be the best time for Director Zhou to collect the mobile phone. I advise you to hold on."

The few people who were about to take out their phones for lighting silently held onto their phones.

Someone couldn't help booing: "Then what should we do? How can we study?"

Pretending to have a nose and eyes, Wang Bo couldn't help but roll his eyes.

In just a short while, the school's experienced teachers had already handed out candles in every class, completely putting an end to the idea of ​​these playful students wanting to suspend class.

A candle is lit on everyone's seat.

Wen Yan stared at the candles on his table, suddenly wanted to see Lu Congqi, wanted to see the warm color on his face illuminated by the candle, wanted to see the way he put the warm color in front of his eyes.

Does he know that it's snowing outside now?

Whether he knew it or not, he wanted to tell him immediately.

Wang Bo on the stage saw that these people couldn't study anymore anyway, but he saw that the atmosphere was just right. When these troublesome students sat down one by one, they were inexplicably cute.

So he was blinded by lard, and the oxygen was on his head. Suddenly, he thought of holding a night talk, and asked the crowd.

"Then let's talk about it... What do you want to do in the future?"

"..."

"..."

There was audible silence when a needle fell, and when Wang Bo said this wave of kneeling, the whole class silently scolded his mother, this embarrassing and pretentious topic...it would be better to watch the snow outside.

"I...I want to be a teacher in the future."

When this timid voice suddenly sounded, at least half of the people did not realize whose voice it was.

It was Wang Bo who instantly broke their doubts: "Student Yu Meng, you can do it. You are very suitable to be a teacher."

"How about being a rapper?"

Wang Bo touched the blind spot of knowledge and asked, "What is a rapper?"

"Teacher, it's a rapper, the cool kind, puff derder~"

The chatterbox was opened all of a sudden, and everyone enthusiastically spoke up.

Wen Yan took advantage of this moment to sneak out, wanting to take a look at Lu Congqi. When Mao Yao arrived in Lu Congqi's class, he saw that the experimental class, which is the light of the whole school, didn't study at the moment, and Everyone ran to the podium and said loudly the school they wanted to get into.

Li Jian is better than Wang Bo at creating the atmosphere, and the light from the candles is limited. From the podium, you can only see a few slightly weird little faces staring at the podium.

He simply stood down and suggested that no one would see the blackboard anyway, so he asked the whole class to write on it next to each other, the university they wanted to take in the future, and talk about their ideals.

Li Jian wrote the topic on the blackboard in the dark, with a clichéd name: "I have a dream."

It happened to be Lu Congqi's turn.

Wen Yan didn't think it was a coincidence, but a shackle that seemed to be bound by fate, which made him suddenly regret sneaking here.

He hid under the window like a thief who hacked away at the wall and took advantage of their light to look at Lu Congqi.

Wearing a white down jacket, Lu Congqi tucked his chin into the collar, lowered his eyes and said softly, "My goal is to be admitted to the OUHK...to be a policeman."

"Not bad, I heard your dad is a policeman."

Lu Congqi's voice weakened a little, and his tone remained unchanged: "Yes."

There was a thought in Wen Yan's mind, it was too tight and it suddenly broke.

Under the dancing candlelight, Lu Congqi's shadow was distorted by the candlelight. He got his wish and saw Lu Congqi. He saw that he always zipped his school uniform to the top, tucked his chin in his collar, and there would be some The habit of zipping.

The surroundings of the school were silent, and the whistling wind could be heard. Lu Congqi turned his back to the crowd and wrote on the blackboard in the darkness.

No one can read the writing on the blackboard, only the sound of chalk rising and falling on the paint board is infinitely prolonged.

Lu Congqi writes slowly, with a calm and unhurried manner.

Anyone who has seen him write will praise him for being beautiful.

Wen Yan fled for his life like a cat, or even left quietly, leaving everything in the school behind, leaping over the wall with agility, and then quickly lowered his head and melted into the night.

After all, it was an emergency power outage, and the school quickly called in an electrician to deal with the situation.

The lights suddenly turned on with a "wow", and there were sighs and complaints from the students in each classroom of the teaching building.

Lu Congqi put down the chalk, dazzled by the sudden light, he turned his head to avoid it.

Behind him are dreams written by dozens of teenagers who represent the future. The handwriting is so crooked that it is almost impossible to tell who wrote it.

"Okay, now that the power is off, it's time to do the papers..."

Lu Congqi put down the chalk, clapped his hands and walked towards his seat.

He followed the crowd and looked up at the messy blackboard.

——I have a dream: the lights are friendly, and the family sits idle.