Chunichi disease

"What idiot?" It seemed that Zhao Qi was more interested in these social stories than why Cheng Huan lived on the street.

"I don't know, I met it at the stairs, I guess it's from your building. A face of blood rushed out from the elevator entrance, and I'm so big that a living person can't see it." Cheng Huan stirred the noodles in the bowl Stir, "He looks about as big as us, and he looks okay, do you know him?"

Zhao Qi had a certain idea in his mind, but he was very concerned about the phrase "good-looking": "Master Cheng, don't you still have a crush on him?"

Cheng Huan wanted to slap half a bowl of noodles on his head... Oh wait, I just exploded Zhao Qi's head in my mind ten minutes ago.

Cheng Huan pondered for a long time where to put the half bowl of noodles, and then gave him a hard look: "I'm looking for someone with a brain, like your brain, don't worry, I won't do anything to you."

Cheng Huan got up and patted Zhao Qi on the shoulder when he passed by, then went into Zhao Qi's room with a sense of ownership and lay down on his bed.

Zhao Qi: ...

The phone was charging on the pillow, and the entire pillow was shaken before the alarm clock rang~~~, Cheng Huan usually opened his eyes and sat up before the first ringtone of the initial ringtone, but today it was the second one.

The consequence of listening to it for a while is that I have to keep humming the tune in my head.He is a man who is so bored that he listens to all kinds of ringtones on his mobile phone.

After sleeping, the fever seemed to subside, but the temperature was not too high, at least it would not affect my eating and doing things.Cheng Huan felt a sore throat and tried to speak, but half of the word "Hello" popped out, so he felt that he had better not speak today.

In contrast, the sleep-drooling household in the half-Zhang Nest next door who had trouble getting up had nothing to do.Cheng Huan pushed Zhao Qi twice, and the guy turned over and continued to sleep.Cheng Huan looked at the time and found that it was not much time before arriving at school, so he gave up the idea of ​​trying to wake Zhao Qi up. Anyway, if this guy has something to do, he will be late and leave early. It doesn't matter if he is called or not.

When Cheng Huan was washing up, he remembered that he hadn't brushed his teeth after eating instant noodles last night. He was nauseated for a long time and felt a little toothache, but he found that he didn't have a toothbrush cup in the morning.Zhao Qi's toothbrush was placed in front of the mirror to seduce him, and then he resolutely went outside to find a paper cup, rinsed his mouth and left.

No, it still hurts.

How the hell is this life so miserable!

It's not yet six o'clock, and there are not many people in the school.Cheng Huan plugged in his earphones and mixed in with the other students entering the school gate.

In Cheng Huan's daily life, he handed in his homework over and over again, and then fell asleep...it was already a great honor for the teacher to come out and listen to the class with a little empty ear.

No. [-] High School is a Pugao—the worst kind in the district.The undergraduate enrollment rate of ordinary classes is not as good as that of the art class in the general vocational integration class next door.Naturally, the teacher is not dedicated to the class, and it is better for him to read the book by himself after class.

The students at the bottom also acted as if they knew their prospects were dark, they ate, slept, played, and before the second class, the classroom was filled with the smell of preserved egg and lean meat porridge; the mobile phone had to be handed in, so there was no mobile phone to play with. Throw paper balls in the row and hit the slingshot, and the back row falls down.

You said that this is a general high school who will take the college entrance examination in three years, but no one really believes you when you say it.

Cheng Huan was entangled by his ex-girlfriend during the high school entrance examination, and the schoolmaster was reduced to this kind of school to suffer.He himself has no opinion on whether he will be promoted to a higher school or where to go, and he simply follows the crowd.Ms. Liu Chunhong said he was lazy, he said oh.

Laziness, oh!

Laziness, oh!

Yo Yo check it out!

His operation in class is to lie on the open book, listen to it while sleeping, hold a pen in his right hand, and write whatever he hears, but he doesn't even know whether he is studying physics or mathematics.

Asleep fell asleep the pen dropped.

"Zhao Qi, stand by the door for me! Look at what class it is! Why are you here? What's the use of you who can't even eat shit while it's hot!"

"My day..." Zhao Qi was speechless, covered his face with his hands, and cursed in a low voice, but the old witch still heard him: "Zhao Qi, say it again? Who do you want to fuck? My mother, I have lived for so long , who would dare to date other than my man?!"

The following laughed.Cheng Huan woke up, sat up slowly, propped his head to the door to watch the big show, and copied a few steps on the blackboard that he hadn't had time to write down.

This kind of drama can come once or twice a week, and the teachers you meet each time are different and look fresh.

The old witch dragged Zhao Qi outside and finished the half-class training, and wanted to drag him back to the office to talk again, but this guy ran away with the excuse of "I can't hold back and go to the toilet".

"Master Cheng, hey! Cheng Huan!" Zhao Qi returned to his seat and knocked on Cheng Huan's table.Cheng Huan got up early every day, and then went to the classroom to sleep like a dead pig. He died so hard that he didn't hear Zhao Qi looking for him.

"Fuck." Zhao Qi got angry, and pressed his table hard.

"Fuck|Your mother!" Someone pushed the table and hit Cheng Huan's stomach hard.He didn't have money for breakfast, he was so hungry that he was flustered, and the anger in his heart hadn't subsided, so he got up and wanted to fight, but it turned out that it was Zhao Qi who was the unlucky one, and planned to let him go.

"What are you doing, let your fart go." Cheng Huan said.

"Master Cheng, let me copy the math notes just now."

"What math?"

"Math class just now!"

Oh, it turns out that I was studying mathematics just now.

Cheng Huan lowered his head and glanced at his notebook, his handwriting was as vain as a ghost drawing, and then he handed over the notebook without any fluctuation in his heart.

"What the hell is this?"

"I love to copy, but if I don't copy, I will fall down. If I copy homework and notes for you, you still have opinions."

"You let me draw in the notebook again, the old witch won't kill me!" Zhao Qi collapsed.He has been arrested three times for fishing in class, six times for drawing in textbooks, and then went to the Academic Affairs Office to promote the great philosophical thought of "people must stick to their dreams, you can't deprive me of the right to chase my dreams", and was finally arrested. Old Cui twisted his ears and scolded: "You want to paint and go to the art class next door, we only accept scholars here!"

Cheng Huan laughed for several days, saying that the admission rate for undergraduates here is not as good as that of art classes.

"Master Cheng, what the hell is this note of yours? Taoist priests even look better than you! No wonder you can't draw SSR!"

"Fell asleep."

Zhao Qi looked at the back, finally there were a few things that looked like words, but upon closer inspection, they were all insignificant steps to solve problems!

Insignificant things such as the key points of the classroom and the answers to the classroom quizzes are neatly written.

Is this Xueba's mind different from that of a human?

Cheng Huan looked at Zhao Qi with a face full of teasing, scratching his head and deciphering the identification of ancient books, thinking that he had finally returned to normal today, then took out half a pack of cigarettes from the desk and stuffed them into his pocket, and went out from the back of the classroom.

Cheng Huan is not the kind of social person who smokes, drinks, fights, skips classes and plays disco all day long. He lives casually within the rules, and occasionally does something out of the circle and panics.

He is annoyed and feels that he can't fight and destroy public property, so he goes to Xiaoqing to smoke a cigarette to refresh himself.

Although he knew that he was still sick, he still had a sore throat today, so he couldn't smoke... No, smoking is not a good habit in the first place, and he couldn't smoke for any reason.

But he just wanted to, he couldn't do it.

Moreover, he has been touching the cigarette box more and more frequently recently, and he feels a little bit distressed by his paws that are moving mechanically.

There is a small forest at the back of the teaching building. The land is small and the location is good.But it is really very small, three old trees and a few young shrubs are forced to make do with one.But anyway, there is a place where everyone can do whatever they want, and it's okay to make do with it.

In this kind of place, what you see is a young couple, Qingqing, me, or the boss of society openly seeking revenge, purely by luck.

Not only has Cheng Huan never seen a high-level card, he hasn't seen a young couple.

So when he saw a person being slammed against the wall, he realized that he had calmed down.

Those three or four people turned their heads to look at him at the same time. The one who was swung on the wall was wearing a school uniform, and the other three had colorful black hair loosely draped over their shoulders. They looked like a group of social killers.

What age is it now, and there are still loved ones?

Cheng Huan looked at them for a few seconds, took out the hand that was in his pocket to take out a cigarette, and clasped his fist at everyone: "Excuse me, excuse me."

When Cheng Huan turned around and left, someone behind him shouted:

"You stop!"

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