one zero twenty four

Song Shuo, my □□uncle! ! ! ! ! ! !

When Tang Zhe was scribbling on the table, this sentence kept rolling in his mind, so that he wrote three lines before he found that it was written on the paper: I, as the school committee, did not lead by example, but led the entire school Friends openly □□ uncle...

He cursed several times, tore off the whole piece of paper under his hand, crumpled it up and threw it into the wastebasket.

Bean Sprouts said shyly, "If I hadn't dragged you to watch a movie with me last night, everyone wouldn't have gotten up late today..."

The fat man raised his hand and patted Bean Sprouts' little head, "What are you thinking, what a big deal! If you think about it, everyone is at fault, if it wasn't for me being too lazy to set the alarm clock..."

Bean Sprouts took a look at Tang Zhe, "But we all have [-] review papers, and Da Zhe has [-]."

Tang Zhe quickly waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, five thousand is easy to say, the college entrance examination took eight hundred words in 10 minutes, and five thousand words only took two to three hours, and it's due next week, don't worry!"

Tang Zhe comforted Bean Sprouts and secretly said: "If you want to blame, I can't blame you, Song Shuo, you are waiting!!"

This matter has to start from this morning, Tang Zhe struggled to wake up from his dream, looked at the sunshine outside the window with dim eyes and thought in a daze: "Why did the sun rise so early today?" With a bad premonition, Tang Zhe sat up straight from the bed, and started looking for his phone. He was dumbfounded for two seconds when he saw 03:30 on the clock on his phone, and then he woke up suddenly and hurried to leave Get up on the bed, while looking for clothes to put on the body while waking up several other people.Tang Zhe didn't have the habit of setting an alarm clock in his bedroom, and relied on Tang Zhe and bean sprouts' biological clock all year round.Last night, Tang Zhe suffered from insomnia and didn't fall asleep until [-]:[-] in the morning. Bean Sprouts couldn't get up if he didn't sleep for eight hours.When a group of people rushed into the classroom in a hurry, the bell rang to dismiss the get out of class as soon as the front foot entered the back foot. The teacher glanced at the four people, "Why, come to the next class?"

The whole class burst into laughter, and Tang Zhe and the others dared not speak. The teacher said while packing up, "One person writes a [-]-character self-criticism."

Tang Zhe subconsciously drew a long "ah" for a while, the teacher looked up at Tang Zhe, and added: "Tang Philosophy Committee five thousand words, get out of class is over!"

Song Shuo, we are not finished! ! ! ! ! ! !

There was a reason for Tang Zhe's angry reprimand. This morning's tragedy can be pushed forward a little bit, after Tang Zhe posted the insomnia Weibo last night.Although there were no people on Weibo in the middle of the night, Tang Zhe, as a half-net celebrity, still had many fans who immediately offered advice to him.After most of Tang Zhe's attention was diverted, he saw Song Shuo's teasing comment.Tang Zhe is full of energy and active in thinking, which is a good thing in normal study and life, but if you put it in the middle of the night, Tang Zhe's head full of wild thoughts can't be stopped!He closed his eyes tightly, and carefully turned over to lie on his side, facing the outside of the bed, fearing that there might be something in the thick darkness under the bed, then turned over and faced the wall again, thinking that there was a face on the wall. , A hand stretched out from the wall to pull him in... What's even more frightening is that Tang Zhe felt as if he really heard the sound of footsteps coming from upstairs, and his heart collapsed.

What on earth will be on the ceiling? ! ! ! !

He lay stiffly on the bed, worn out so much that he quickly opened his eyes for a glance and then quickly closed them. Naturally, he didn't see anything in this haste, but the more he didn't see Tang Zhe, the more he panicked. He even felt that he just aimed at Tang Zhe. What's up? ! !He finally couldn't bear to ask Song Shuo: "What will you see when you stare at the ceiling?!!!!"

He anxiously waited for Song Shuo's reply, but when he finally said "I'm kidding you", Tang Zhe was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, wishing he could rush over and grab Song Shuo and strangle him to death. After more than half an hour, with great difficulty, he finally overcame the fear, and fell into a deep sleep as soon as he relaxed. After sleeping, he opened his eyes again and was late this morning.

Tang Zhe wrote the self-criticism book sullenly, so hard to write that the first piece of paper left a mark on the second page. Tang Zhe felt his hands were sore after writing for a while, and the more sore he felt, the more angry he felt.Song Shuo's call came at this time, Tang Zhe took the mobile phone out of the dormitory and turned to the corner to answer the channel angrily: "Hello?"

Song Shuo's laughing voice came over immediately, "Which rooftop did Marshal Tang make an appointment with?"

"Teacher Song!"

Song Shuo said "Yo", "You know you didn't get angry when you called me 'teacher'..." Tang Zhe was on the verge of breaking out, Song Shuo accepted it as soon as he saw it, coaxing: "Okay, what's the matter, what happened? "

"I didn't sleep until 03:30 last night due to insomnia, and I was fined to write a [-]-word self-criticism for skipping class this morning!" Tang Zhe said.

Song Shuo lay down on the back of his big swivel chair, "Yeah, so you mean I'm going to take the blame?"

Tang Zhe was not happy, "What do you mean you have to carry it, it's your fault!"

Song Shuo agreed quickly, "Okay, I'm the one to blame, so what do you think of me?"

Once Song Shuo admitted it, Tang Zhe didn't know what to do. He hesitated for a while, and Song Shuo said, "I just read your class schedule. If you don't have class tonight, I'll write it for you."

Tang Zhe directly vetoed it, "I! Again! Never! No! Yes! Late! Go! Pass! Go! Go!"

Song Shuo laughed, "Okay, then at noon tomorrow or the day after tomorrow... Well, no, I won't be free for the next few days, you have to wait until Saturday and Sunday..."

Tang Zhe hung up the phone directly, and murmured: "What do you want me to do when you write yours?"

Song Shuo didn't care if he got hung up on the phone. He knew Tang Zhe's duplicity well. Not only was he not worried that Tang Zhe wouldn't come, but he was also sure that Tang Zhe would come at noon the next day.However, Song Shuo seemed to have miscalculated this time. He waited until almost two o'clock in the noon when no one was there, so he packed his things and went to the classroom in surprise.I didn't sleep at noon, and Song Shuo was a little drowsy during his lectures.

At noon on Saturday, Song Shuo was woken up from the bed by a knock on the door. Rubbing his hair and yawning, he walked to the door and opened it. Tang Zhe was standing at the door.

Tang Zhe looked a little flustered when he saw that Song Shuo was still asleep. He touched his nose, "Mr. Song, you haven't woken up yet..."

Song Shuo turned sideways to let Tang Zhe come in and closed the door and explained, "I didn't go to sleep until after two o'clock last night, why are you here?"

"Oh," Tang Zhe was a little cautious, "I called a meeting in the courtyard at noon on Thursday..."

What Tang Zhe said was nonsensical. Song Shuo realized after a while that Tang Zhe was explaining why he didn't come at noon that day. meaning.

Tang Zhe's face was filled with steam from Song Shuo's eyes, and his hair was a little fried: "You, what do you see me doing?!"

Song Shuo lamented Tang Zhe's rare enlightenment, so he didn't dare to rush, so he quickly followed Mao and took Tang Zhe to the study room and pressed him on the chair that the other party felt comfortable with, "[-]-word review? What subject? "

Tang Zhe muttered, "Teacher He."

"Teacher He? Database?"

"Well, didn't you have class with Mr. He on Thursday morning? Mr. Chui and Mr. Niu..."

Song Shuo was taken aback, "What?"

Tang Zhe also found that he had slipped his tongue, and quickly explained: "It's just...it's that Mr. He always likes to talk about how he was before in class, and we said he was bragging..." The sound of the next few words became smaller and smaller, Song Shuo could hardly hear clearly.

Tang Zhe usually joked with Fatty and others and scolded everything, but how could he open his mouth when facing Song Shuo, an elder teacher, let alone talking about Tang Zhe's teacher, Song Shuo's colleague!Song Shuo has been a teacher for so many years, without thinking about it, he definitely has a similar title and saying in the mouths of Tang Zhe and his classmates!

Tang Zhe broke into a cold sweat.

"But later we found out that Mr. He is not bragging, but he is really awesome, so we changed our names to 'Teacher Niu' and 'Teacher Niu'!" Tang Zhe then excused himself for giving the teacher messy nicknames.

"Oh!" Song Shuo nodded, "I see." Then he looked at Tang Zhe meaningfully and smiled.

Tang Zhe was stunned for a moment, but as Song Shuo's loyal dog leg, his ability to interpret Song Shuo's behavior was no longer comparable to ordinary people. He quickly understood Song Shuo's meaning and thoughtfully added: "Ah, you Of course it's that 'Teacher Niu'!"

Song Shuo nodded: "Really."

Tang Zhe didn't respond either, he looked at Song Shuo and pretended to be stupid.

Seeing him pretending to be stupid, Song Shuo held back his laughter for a long time before shaking his head, "Do you have any requirements for the review?"

"No... Teacher He just said that he was reflecting on himself."

"Did you write it yourself before?"

"wrote!"

Song Shuo looked at Tang Zhe, and Tang Zhe said dryly, "Seven or eight hundred characters..." Tang Zhe took out and handed it to Song Shuo, "Here!" Song Shuo took it over and glanced at it. The corners of the mouth curled up more and more.Tang Zhe was embarrassed to show such things as the self-criticism to Song Shuo, and Song Shuo laughed at him without any scruples, Tang Zhe was a little annoyed, he lifted his leg and kicked Song Shuo's stool .As a result, Tang Zhe, who was sitting on Song Shuo's large swivel chair with pulleys, was pushed out instead.

Tang Zhe was even more embarrassing. He didn't slide back by himself, and he didn't stand there. He looked at Song Shuo anxiously.Song Shuo helplessly pulled Tang Zhe's chair and dragged him back, while softly reprimanding him, "Don't play tricks!"

"Who's playing tricks..." Tang Zhe complained dissatisfiedly.

Song Shuo took a blank piece of paper and scratched at Tang Zhe's handwriting. Tang Zhe took a closer look. Song Shuo's learning was really impressive!Tang Zhe boasted: "Mr. Song, you can do it!"

"I know your handwriting well." Song Shuo lowered his head and said.

There is no need to ask why Tang Zhe's character Song Shuo is so familiar, Tang Zhe rubbed his ears calmly.Song Shuo didn't seem to notice Tang Zhe's low-key shyness, and continued: "And you should also thank you, Uncle Xiao," Song Shuo sighed as if thinking of some unbearable past, "He I wrote the self-criticism at both ends, and I helped half of it.”

When it came to writing, Song Shuo suddenly looked up at Tang Zhe, "You don't write well either."

Tang Zhe was taken aback for a moment, this troubled Xiao Zhi, why did the artillery fire suddenly shift to him again!Song Shuo continued to reprimand Tang Zhe pretending to be a teacher, "In your homework book, you only have to write the first two questions well every time, and the rest are messy. You don't even look at what you wrote. Forget the homework and even the final exam." It’s all scribbling, so I’ll find the answer for you!”

Song Shuo's accusation against Tang Zhe is really wronged. First, it's not that Tang Zhe doesn't write well, but every time he thinks that it's Song Shuo anyway... Hey, bean sprouts come here to look for it, and they are proud of being favored!Second, Song Shuo really doesn't have the right to criticize Tang Zhe!Mr. Song Shuo and Song's strokes are the real grass!At best, it can be called informal, but to be blunt, Mr. Song's handwriting is really shameful...

Tang Zhe didn't save Song Shuo any face. He directly took out a book from Song Shuo's bookshelf, opened it and collapsed in front of Song Shuo. The meaning was self-evident: Mr. Song, what do you think of me?Can you see yourself doing it?

Song Shuo was never lenient when it came to slapping Tang Zhe in the face. He took out another book from the bookshelf and threw it to Tang Zhe, "You can read it yourself?"

"What?" Tang Zhe frowned and opened it, ho? !It turned out to be Song Shuo's thesis manuscript when he was in school!

Tang Zhe didn't understand the content of Song Shuo's thesis, but the script in his hand is really neat and beautiful. The characters are horizontal and vertical like soldiers in line, but the writing is smooth and unassuming. At first glance, it looks like a spring breeze blowing willows. There is also an elegant jade-faced young man standing under the willow, which makes people feel comfortable and secretly happy.Those who knew Song Shuo felt that every stroke and every stroke was Song Shuo's words and smiles. Those who have never seen it before, now they see people when they see this word. For the first time, Tang Zhe felt that the words were as convincing as the person .With difficulty, he shifted his eyes to the notes in Song Shuo's textbook again, but Song Shuo didn't take it seriously: "I'm past the age to fool the teacher, and I'm a teacher now, so I don't have to fool you, so just do my homework well." !"

Tang Zhe curled his lips: "If you feel good about yourself, you still have to stop us from letting ourselves go."

Song Shuo smiled, "When will I not let you let yourself go, but you can't fly too far."

Tang Zhe's eyes drifted a little, "You are enough..."

Tang Zhe spent most of the afternoon at Song Shuo's house. During this period, Tang Zhe took the initiative to call and order a takeaway for lunch in order to let Song Shuo feel at ease to write a review for himself.Tang Zhe originally wanted to order directly from a certain food delivery platform, but was vetoed by Song Shuo: "The one you ordered will be delivered after you starve to death. There is a delivery order under the coffee table in the living room. Pick one and go."

Tang Zhe did not forget to tease Song Shuo when he ordered takeaway: "Living alone and not knowing how to cook is a miserable life."

Song Shuo turned his head and asked Tang Zhe, "Can you do it?"

Tang Zheli said confidently, "I will!" I can do one or two, at least it is better than Song Shuo's cooking paste, and after so many years, I will make soy milk next time!Song Shuo didn't refute Tang Zhe, he reacted for a while, watching Song Shuo's gradually rising smile, he suddenly reacted, and immediately stuttered: "I, will I, and, have anything to do with you! !!!”

Fortunately, Song Shuo's writing speed was guaranteed, and with Tang Zhe gagging beside him, he finished the work before four o'clock.Tang Zhe quickly scanned the full text and looked up at Song Shuo.Song Shuo replied very prophetically: "Practice makes perfect."

Tang Zhe took the things and went out, Song Shuo leaned against the door: "Are you really not going to stay tonight?"

Tang Zhe slammed the door hard and ran away. Song Shuo rubbed his nose, "If you need anything, I'll call you nicely, teacher. If you're okay, just shake your hands and leave!"

Without guilt, Tang Zhe handed in Song Shuo's written self-criticism. He didn't go to Song Shuo for a few days, and he didn't even respond to Song Shuo's occasional teasing. No matter how much you toss about, you don't bother to talk to your uncle, Song Shuo can't help but say that he has raised a white-eyed wolf.

Song Shuo sent a text message to Tang Zhe on the Wednesday of the second week, saying that he asked someone to pick up the courier.Tang Zhe was baffled and ignored. He didn't expect that there would be a courier in the afternoon. Tang Zhe, a person who doesn't remember anything, didn't remember Song Shuo's text message at all. When he got the courier, he was dumbfounded.

The courier was moved out by several people, and the huge lump was wrapped into a ball, and it was impossible to tell what it was.Tang Zhe looked at the package holding the scissors and didn't know where to start. The courier brother saw that he was at a loss and ran out and squatted on the ground to help Tang Zhe open it. After opening it, Tang Zhe quickly remembered Song Shuo's text message——Song Shuo actually bought him a swivel chair! !

There was no cargo information written on the courier slip. Before opening it, neither brother nor Tang Zhe knew what it was. After opening it, the courier brother smiled first, patted Tang Zhe on the shoulder and said, "Little brother really enjoys it!"

Tang Zhe was so ashamed that he couldn't do anything about the chair. He looked at the courier brother and said, "Can I deliver it to the dormitory?"

The courier boy shook his head, "Look, I'm busy here, I don't have time right now." After class, it's the peak time for students to pick up the courier. It's the best of benevolence to disassemble the express delivery.The courier boy thought for a while and then said, "Why don't you be in a hurry and wait until tomorrow morning?"

Tang Zhe was embarrassed to bother others, so he gritted his teeth and pushed the chair away—he tried to carry it on his shoulders, but he gave up after thinking about the unbelievable beauty of the picture.

But the picture of pushing such a big chair is indistinguishable from the one in his mind, Xuan Zhi? !Tang Zhe walked through the most eye-catching and longest 15 minutes of his college career against the eyes of everyone, and pushed him to the dormitory by himself, then stood downstairs and looked up at the height of his dormitory. The chair was still carried on the shoulders, Tang Zhe imagined the expressions of his alumni who were looking at him downstairs, and felt very sad for a moment.

Afterwards, Tang Zhe sent a text message back to Song Shuo: Teacher Song's cultivation of students, the students will never forget in their hearts for a moment, your influence on me is really huge, this is probably the biggest test and the best thing the students have in their lives. Humiliation experience!

When Song Shuo received the text message, his shoulders kept shaking with laughter. He had already guessed that Tang Zhe would not take his words to heart. The story behind this text message could be guessed without much thought. He replied slowly: "Don't say it so early, we still have such a long second half of our lives."