I still don't want to go to school today

Very strange.Fu Luojia thought.He picked up the envelope with two fingers, looked around the classroom expressionlessly, and paid special attention to the corner where Li Xin was.

——I haven't found anyone suspicious for the time being.

There are many possibilities.He didn't want to spend too much time thinking about it - anyway, the seal wasn't glued on, it was simply inserted in the gaps in the paper.

So he used the 10-[-] minutes gap between the Chinese test and the math test to skim through this thing.

It seems that she is just a simple girl who is full of affection and doesn't pay much attention to gossip and rumors, expressing her heart.

Fu Luojia's heart relaxed, and his eyes were on the more unique descriptions such as "Your eyebrows are like clouds and smoke", "Your voice is like a jade flying spring", "A few small spots on your left cheek are like stars" and so on. After staying for a while, he folded the letter paper back according to the original crease, and stuffed it deep into the table.

He originally thought that he would forget the letter naturally after finishing the math test, and he didn't think of it until the year of the monkey was clearing the table, and then he dealt with it without any psychological burden because it was too long overdue.

However, the hard paper envelope of the letter pressed against its pages as if it were pinching his esophagus, unable to swallow or spit it out.

In addition, in the finale of the math problem, he couldn't find the limit value of the result, and he became irritable.

"Any candy?"

Xu Zhibian stretched out his right hand into a fist, with a lollipop between each finger.The lollipops come in different colors and must have different tastes.

"Who gave it?" almost blurted out.He smiled absently, and took away the pure white one in the middle.

The package says it's lime flavored, but it's actually a sour saccharin flavor.

"What's wrong, there's something on my face?" Xu Zhibian was puzzled.

As he walked, he wondered if the girl who wrote the love letter couldn't distinguish between left and right. "……without."

After some hesitation, he still opened the math notebook, took out the letter that was stuck on the back pages, and handed it to Xu Zhijian.

Xu Zhibian was startled and didn't answer for a while, but his eyes suddenly became hot.

Fu Luojia blushed when he saw it, "...Someone let me go here."

The temperature dropped precipitously.

"Oh." Xu Zhijian took it, glanced at the words on the cover, and casually put it aside. "How could they think of asking you to hand over..."

Fu Luojia keenly noticed the word "men". "Don't you see?"

Xu Zhibian raised one hand to support his chin and looked at him, and asked slowly, "Who wrote it?"

Fu Luojia's mouth was quicker than his brain: "The payment has not been signed."

Xu Zhijian laughed so hard that he fell to the ground.

"I didn't mean to look at it..." He covered his eyes with his hands, and laughed after a while, "Just by hand..."

"What's written in it?" Xu Zhijian was finally able to speak after a long time, "Why are you praising me? Are lyrics or poems, metaphors or exaggerations?"

"Actually, it's okay to write—"

"Come," Xu Zhibian finally unfolded the letter, and held it in front of his eyes. "You read it to me."

"Still not."

"I want to hear it." Xu Zhibian blinked. "Hey, read it."

"...No."

Xu Zhibian buried his head in the search, and pulled out similar-style solid-color envelopes from some other places, and then spread them all on the table.

Fu Luojia was amazed. "Just for Christmas?"

"It's all here for this semester, I haven't thrown it away yet." Xu Zhibian said, "You know, my market is not as good as it used to be."

Fu Luojia was inexplicably apologetic.

"Do you think there is still one letter missing?"

"?"

Xu Zhibian smiled, "When are you going to write to me?"

"...you want? I can't write well."

"I don't mind how you write it. You can use the tone of praising the motherland in your composition. As long as you write it."

"It's not like that... Just give me a few days. I'll give it to you next Monday." Fu Luojia lowered his voice.

Xu Zhijian pushed the letter paper to him again. "Then read this to me now."

"……it is good."

A closer look reveals that the writer's handwriting is very beautiful, with neat and beautiful handwriting, but the content is really a bit...

Just the initial title Fu Luojia is really impossible to pronounce.So he skipped the first line and cleared his throat: "You are... so special, so unique, I saw you when I saw you—don't laugh." Otherwise, I really can't finish reading .

When Xu Zhibian heard the series of metaphors, he finally stopped. "You said she wrote well?"

"...That's not true."

"What's wrong with that?"

"There is no seeking truth from facts." He stared at the right half of Xu Zhibian's face and said.

……

After three consecutive days of heavy snow, although the sky cleared up, the outdoors were still dripping into ice. It was impossible for a person to stand for a long time just because of the thickness of the winter school uniform.Therefore, all the running exercises in the second and first year of senior high school were cancelled, and students of these grades passed through the teaching area of ​​the third year of high school from time to time between classes.

With this intuitive comparison, Fu Luojia discovered that the senior three students are indeed somewhat different.If it had to be described, the classroom of the third year of high school was obviously shrouded in a rotten smell that had been accumulated due to the long-term immobility.

This smell is not only emitted by the people sitting in it, but also from the curled pages of books on the desk, the teacups filled with all kinds of weird drinks, the chalk writing on the corners of the blackboard that cannot be wiped clean, and the paper that is about to be wiped off. Everyone forgot, the countdown card for the college entrance examination with the date number stuck ten days ago.

Depressed mood and drowsiness became the norm, especially after the flu began to spread from one corner of the classroom.

At first, only one person had a dry cough when Mrs. Ye was lecturing. After a while, the five or six people who were next to each other started to blow their noses. Finally, the coughing sound continued to rise and fall in the self-study classroom throughout the night.

Fu Luojia moved to the office as if fleeing, and after being unable to sleep for a long time at night due to severe nasal congestion, he confirmed that his headache was not a mental problem.

But sometimes physical problems are followed by mental problems.His brain seemed to treat the cold as a terminal illness subconsciously, and he had to remind it again and again that he could actually survive this winter.

Therefore, the writing for Xu Zhibian was temporarily put on hold.Wearing a two-layer medical mask, he made a promise to Xu Zhibian: on the first day of the new year, there will be a love letter that Stallone read and moved, and it will appear in the side pocket of his schoolbag.

In fact, the first half has been completed, although they are all silly words with no nutrition—he removed all the metaphors of the girl and replaced them with "good-looking": "You look good here", "You look good there", "You look good all over the body." nice".A long paragraph of about [-] words was written in one go, and I didn't stop until I wrote the three words that are necessary for every love letter.

At least he was very moving when he wrote it himself.

The examination scope of the second clinic is the same as that of the college entrance examination, so the review task is very heavy.After rushing to finish all the homework that should be written in one day, he took out the half-written love letter, stared at the three words at the end for more than ten minutes and still didn't know how to continue, and it was like this for several consecutive days.

There may also be reasons why Rudy always looks this way intentionally or unintentionally.

"That chemistry paper... have you finished?"

"Correct."

"So fast? You didn't copy it?"

"It's not difficult at all, it's been done before."

"Oh, yes, it's not difficult at all." He turned to the back, "Tang Cheng, do you hear that? If you can't do it, you have mental problems."

Tang Cheng didn't say anything.

Fu Luojia's throat itched, and he coughed twice.Rudy immediately held his breath and retreated into the distance. "Don't infect me."

He closed the book heavily: "There is an empty seat next to Li Xin, if you want to go there, hurry up, and I also want to be quiet." After speaking, he lowered his head, as if he couldn't concentrate more.

"Fucking fag-"

Teacher Ye knocked on the corner of Rudy's desk: "If you don't want to learn, get out and don't disturb others."

"Recently, the school received feedback from parents that the head teacher of a certain class in the graduating grade was highly incompetent and asked to be replaced." Teacher Ye turned around with her hands behind her back, clutching an exercise book with her chalk-stained fingers. "I went to that class to listen to a few lessons, and found that it was not the teacher's problem at all. It was some people who had a slack attitude and didn't try to make progress but only knew how to have fun. Naturally, their grades were not satisfactory. When the parents blamed them, they turned their backs on the teacher. head-"

"Recently, some parents reported to Principal Gong that there was something wrong with the teacher in our class. Principal Gong asked several students in our class about the situation, and those students all said that this was not the case. In fact, the person who reported it was also in his heart. It must be clear." She glanced at Rudy lightly. "But I don't blame him. Some parents have moral problems themselves, and they only know how to play tricks—"

After seeing Rudy's expression, Fu Luojia also felt a little pity.But he didn't have this position. After all, the students who were asked about the situation were found by Mr. Ye himself, including him naturally.

He said at the time that Mr. Ye was respectable and lovely, high-spirited and bright, and the spring breeze turned the rain.

After class, Teacher Ye reminded him softly: The sunflower painting has arrived, and it is now stored in the guard room of his community.