my little deskmate

Chapter 1 Reporting

Mo No. 985 Senior High School is the most famous high school in Mo City. It is rumored that the top 211 students in Mo No. [-] Middle School can pass the entrance exams of [-] and [-] schools, and the top [-] students in their grades can enter Peking University and Tsinghua University, the most advanced university in the country. Its excellent teaching staff, capital equipment, and long history have always been talked about by people. Although the reputation is not as loud as Huanggang High School and a few affiliated high schools, people who do not have two brushes really cannot enter this high school.

Song Anping was admitted to this school with the best grades in the city's senior high school entrance examination, and became a special recruiter, free of tuition and miscellaneous fees.

Ink No. 12 Middle School is a fully enclosed school. The school dormitory has 12 people, [-] people, and a four-person apartment just completed this year. Of course, the accommodation fee is different for different accommodation conditions.Song Anping's family background is not very good. He originally planned to live with [-] people, but after shopping around, his parents disagreed.

"It's hard to get into No. [-] Middle School. There are twelve people living in a dormitory, and it's too crowded. Whether you can sleep well or not is a problem. The key is not to affect your studies." Father Song held an old vertical weave in his hand. The bag, exposed to the scorching sun for a long time, has rough and dark skin, slightly squinting his cloudy eyes, and stands a little restrained at the door of the Academic Affairs Office.

Song's mother nodded again and again, speaking with a strong local accent, and said firmly, "Why can't Anping suffer? I would rather he live in a four-person room, with few people and quiet. Isn't it 1200 yuan a year? Anyway, the tuition and miscellaneous fees are comprehensive. We can still afford the accommodation fee!"

With bushy eyebrows and big eyes, the tall and strong Song Anping was carrying a big canvas schoolbag and a huge suitcase in his hand. His shorts and sleeves were soaked in sweat, and he persuaded him in his accent, "They all belong to the same class. Excuse me, I'm not that expensive, the four-person room is 12 yuan more than the 700-person room, Dad, why don't you just save this money, because buying books and making up classes in the future is not a waste of money?"

Father Song frowned and thought about it. After a while, he still shook his head, disagreed with his son, and said, "This year's harvest is good, and we have made a little more money. We only have you as one son. It doesn't matter who you are. It’s more expensive, as long as you study hard in school and are worthy of the money!”

Song Anping wanted to say something, but Song's father turned around and rushed to the Academic Affairs Office to queue up to pay the fee.

He sighed silently.

Mother Song fanned Song Anping with a small notebook in her hand, touched the sweat stains on his face, and said distressedly, "The weather is so hot, and we need military training... By the way, how many days is the military training?"

"Half a month."

Song's mother asked, "Can you support me to live for half a month?"

Song Anping stretched out his biceps and said with a smile, "Mom, you underestimate me too!"

Mother Song showed a simple smile and said, "Silly son!"

After paying the fee, Father Song took the receipt, lifted the quilt on the floor, and said proudly, "Go, go to that apartment. When I was queuing up to pay the fee, I was very envious when I heard that my son was specially recruited, haha Ha ha……"

Song Anping pursed his lips and smiled, the sun was simple and honest, he looked like a real child.

The new apartment building has a total of six floors, and there are two buildings in total. The two apartment buildings are one in front and one behind. The front is the boys building, and the back is the girls building. When the three of them arrived at the boys building, there were already many people coming in and out. , Song Anping handed the note issued by the Academic Affairs Office to the aunt in the dormitory.

The aunt in the dormitory is fat and fat, picked up the note and said slowly, "Wow, just enrolled, Senior 506 Class, Song Anping, dormitory [-], come sign and register, get the key, don't lose the key..."

Song Anping stepped forward to pick up the key, and then signed.

"If you want bedding, add a bed sheet and quilt cover, 100 yuan."

"I brought it at home, no need." Song Anping replied fluently in Mandarin.

"Hot kettle, basin, mat..."

Song Anping still shook his head and refused, "I brought all of these..."

The aunt in the dormitory looked at Song Anping's big and small bags, but said nothing.

Taking the newly obtained key, I climbed to the fifth floor. There is a lot of dust in the brand-new apartment building, and occasionally I can smell a lime smell that has not dissipated. Tall and strong, Song's mother took a few glances, lowered her head and pulled the clothes that were turned up. The undershirt on her body was bought at the mall after learning that her son was admitted to high school. It cost more than 100, and she was still thinking about herself. Dress better so as not to embarrass her son, but she didn't expect to lose face anyway. She whispered in Father Song's ear, "All the students here are so good-looking..."

Song's father actually felt the same as Song's mother, but he just walked forward in silence without speaking.

Song Anping was more at ease than his parents, he smiled and said, "Yes, but your son and I don't look bad either."

The Song family's parents thought about it, and it was indeed the case. The most important thing was good grades, so they raised their heads proudly.

When they came to the fifth floor, the three of them were panting tiredly. Song Anping's clothes were wet and wet. The hot weather kept sweating on his forehead. The layout of the fifth floor was the same as that of the floors below. Paint, the aisle floor is smooth cement, the wooden dormitory doors on both sides of the aisle are facing each other, a new apartment, a new dormitory, a new start, everything is brand new, Song Anping walked to the 5 dormitory, he tried to twist the doorknob, nothing. Thinking of the doorknob being turned open at once.

He froze for a moment, thinking that there must be someone inside.

Pushing open the door, the bright light allows a glimpse of the scene inside the 506 dormitory.

The dormitory is full of the latest equipment and furnishings. There is a bed and a table next to the bed. There is a wardrobe at the height of a person. A few clothes can be hung in it. The bed is made of wood and is stabilized with a steel frame structure. The varnish reveals the grain of the original wood, which looks extra smooth and round.

The floor is covered with clean white tiles, the walls are painted with white ash, and plenty of light comes in from the open doors and windows on the other side.

It's a really refreshing apartment. Compared with the old dormitory for multiple people, the environment here is also great!

At this moment, there was a person sitting inside, and that person turned his head when he heard the movement.

Song Anping took a deep breath, this student's eyes were so cold and dark, like black stones washed by water, they were so black and shiny.

The student stood up, with a cold demeanor coming towards him, immediately extinguishing the hot atmosphere outside, and said quietly, "My name is Bei Juncheng, Class [-], Senior One."

Bei Juncheng?

Song Anping put down his schoolbag and grinned, "My name is Song Anping."

Father Song walked in, smiled honestly at Bei Juncheng, touched the railing beside the bed, and sighed, "This wood is solid, and the bed is also stable..."

Song Anping asked, "Is this bed a random choice or fixed?"

Bei Juncheng said, "Choose at will."

After speaking, he sat down again and scraped something with a small knife. There was a small plate on his table, and all the scraped powder fell steadily into the small plate.

Kind of weird.

The whole person is chilly, it seems that it is not easy to get close...

Song Anping looked around, and Bei Juncheng chose a bed by the window. His things had already been tidied up, and the sheets were made. The gray bedding looked particularly textured, and a corner partition was fixed on the wall. A hook was nailed under the board, and there were a lot of glass bottles and jars on one side, and books on the other, and a few plain colored small bags were hung on the hook. I don’t know what they were, including a lot of bottles and jars on his desk. .

Seeing this, Song Anping thought of a term - obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Everything has to be in order.

This is his classmate, a friend who may have been with him for three years.

Song Anping chose the position near the gate, the farthest from Beijun City, and said, "I'll just sleep here."

Song's mother had already started to sort things out of the woven bag, and asked, "Is it important that the gate is opened and closed?"

Song Anping said indifferently, "I can't blow it, it's fine."

The three of them started to tidy up very quickly. From the beginning to the end, Bei Juncheng was as stable as a statue, without unnecessary movements or words.

The wind passed through the hall, and it was very cool. Song Anping was about to go out for dinner with his parents. He thought for a while and asked, "Bei Juncheng, do you want to eat with us?"

Bei Juncheng raised his head to reveal his bright black eyes, his heart trembling with coldness, he straightened out, "Thank you, no need."

Walking on the road, Father Song frowned and said, "That baby is from a rich family."

Song Anping asked suspiciously, "Who?"

"It's the one sitting inside..."

Song Anping laughed, "Dad, you've been watching him secretly!"

Father Song looked at this heartless son and taught, "Isn't this your future classmate? Remember to get along with this kind of person, don't be greedy, it's just plain, everyone is a classmate..."

Bei Juncheng, who was evaluated by Song's father as having a very good family, put the powdered medicinal herb into a new bottle, labeled it White Mustard Seed, placed it, and walked into the back door to wash his hands.

Behind the door is a pool made of cement, one high and one low. Above each pool is a faucet. In front of the faucet is a half-person-high rough concrete wall, which is blocked by several horizontal iron railings, which serve as skylights. There is no glass installed. It is conceivable that when it is rainy, a little rain will come in through the skylight without any shelter. Of course, in summer, it is very cool and windy.

There is a thick and long iron wire on the top of the ceiling, which can be used to dry clothes. On the right side of the sink is the wooden door of the bathroom. At the moment, the wooden door is wide open. There is only a simple toilet inside and a faucet connected by a steel pipe.

At this time, the light was in full bloom, and a little bit of sunlight came in from the skylight, shining on Bei Juncheng's body, shining with little stars, reflecting the extraordinaryness of this person.

Bei Juncheng turned on the faucet, and the cool water washed away the dust on his hands. His fingers were long and firm, and his bones were strong, full of strength.

Turn on the tap after washing, pick up a clean cotton cloth and wipe your fingers carefully.

He has been observing just now, although this classmate Song Anping's things are not new, but he cleans them up quickly, he should be a clean person.

Bei Juncheng closed the curtains in satisfaction and got ready for a nap.

Two hours later, Song Anping sent his parents away and came back. He saw Bei Juncheng lying on the bed with his head up, his posture was very standard, his face was cold, he immediately shook his body, and quietly took out a book. book looked at.

The author has something to say:

"Gao Pan" please collect it!Let's collect the cute little angels!Absolutely can't buy at a loss, can't be fooled~