The scumbag lied again [System]

The big knife of the mid-term exam is temporarily withdrawn, and the children who died early and passed the birth have already begun to prepare for the playground.

When Ou Zaiyang woke up early in the morning, he saw that the playground had been occupied by the first and second graders, and the lambs who had been released had fun and breathed the fragrance of freedom.

I poked my head out from the sea of ​​books, only to realize how much fun the outside world is. The playground has been surrounded by a circle of colorful flags, and the green grass is divided into several large pieces by square arrays of various colors. It is the joy of the rest of my life after the midterm exam.

Regardless of what the exam does, the sports meeting is a school-wide carnival that lasts for four or five days.

But, it doesn't matter what their seniors are.

Ou Zaiyang patted Cheng Nan's dog's head beside him, "It's all right, you can still watch."

"It's fine if you can't play, but you can't even watch it now?" Cheng Nan followed Ou Zaiyang in with her head drooping.

Class hadn't started yet at this point, half of the class went out to endorse, and everyone was proceeding in an orderly manner according to their own plans, only Li Gengchen stood in front of the class desk, surrounded by a small circle of people.

A few of them are clearly not from the same group of locals.

"What is this?" Cheng Nan turned to ask Ou Zaiyang, Ou Zaiyang spread his hands, but he didn't know.

It was too late for school last night, and Li Gengchen disappeared when he got up in the morning, saying that Lao Mu had arranged a task and left first.

A small circle of familiar and unknown people surrounded the mascot, and the airtight wall even cut in his desk.

"Here comes Yangshen." Someone yelled at the circle of people, and the circle of people left a path out of the circle automatically.

Li Gengchen's table and his were cleaned up, the two tables were covered with felts side by side, and Ou Zaiyang could already smell the smell of ink before he approached.

On Li Gengchen's right hand, there were seven or eight small plates of paints of various colors, and a dozen thick and thin brushes lined up next to him. There was a circle of people around the table, and no one dared to go around him.

Ou Zaiyang stood not far away and didn't come close, his eyes followed the drooping and serious eyebrows all the way, and the people around were chatting in low voices, but Li Gengchen had a natural barrier, just looked at him, and then went on. No sound was heard either.

The pen moves with the heart, the sharp edge penetrates the back of the paper, Li Gengchen holds the pen very steadily, and has a good grasp of the strength of the ink.

Finally, he took out the stamp he had carved with his own hands, leaving a square vermilion stamp beside the scroll.

When he raised his head again, Ou Zaiyang bowed his head and savored the exploding blue hair in front of his eyes.

The last time Ou Zaiyang went to Li Gengchen's house, he only saw a row of pens. Today, he was lucky enough to watch the live broadcast.

Cheng Nan tugged on Ou Zaiyang's cuff and kept on fucking it, no one knows Xueshen has such a skill.

"It seems that I was playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong before?" Ou Zaiyang took the candy he handed over, and he bit it loudly after speaking. Is it really good to have such a big blow in the early morning?

Sushen pretends to be caught off guard every time, and is hard to guard against.

Li Gengchen glanced at the paintings on the table, the ink was still wet, "Old Mu said that a teacher from the cultural center came to the opening ceremony and asked me to send a painting there."

No. [-] Middle School does not play cards according to routines, which is reflected in all aspects. It is required to exhibit at every school celebration and sports meeting, and science and technology exhibitions and art exhibitions take turns.

This time an art exhibition was scheduled, but the young students who studied art all went out for training. The rest of the first and second graders didn't have much to show off, and even fewer to give away. Lao Mu directly grabbed Li Gengchen come out.

Au raised his eyebrows, and then?

"It's inconvenient to bring the paintings at home, so I have to..." Li Gengchen swallowed the rest of the words under Ou Zaiyang's eyes that wanted to punch him.

Ou Zaiyang lowered his head and carefully looked at the picture of the war horse he drew, still making the sound of gnawing candy in his mouth.

The picture shows two horses chasing back and forth, one black and one white, the shiny sideburns fluttering in the wind in front of the invisible wasteland, the black horse's front hooves are raised to the sky, the grinning mouth seems to be crying, and the bloody saddle peeks out a corner of the battle...

Lao Mu and Brother Seng came over, praised Li Gengchen's painting for 5 minutes, and then the scroll ran away. After all, it will take some time to mount it.

"Xue Shen, besides having children, is there anything else you don't know?" Cheng Nan sat down and dangled on the raised chair.

Ou Zaiyang kicked it over: "The chair of labor and management was shaken and collapsed by you."

"If it collapses, I'll replace it for you. I'm so stingy." Cheng Nan felt aggrieved, "No, it's okay to draw a picture of the second mother. Why don't the second mother draw a picture and send it over."

"Draw a fart." Ou Zaiyang picked up the textbook and rolled it up and knocked him on the head. Cheng Nan shrank his head and wanted to fight back. The bell rang for class preparation.

"You know how to hate me. If you have the ability, you can be a murderer." Cheng Nan covered her head and left cursing.

Ou Zaiyang snorted coldly, fierce at the same table?

Ou Zaiyang moved his gaze to see that Li Gengchen had finished packing and was bending over to move the stacks of books on the floor to the table.

Ou Zaiyang hadn't recovered from the visual impact brought by the painting of war horses. He thought he could draw four gentlemen or green landscapes, but he didn't expect to draw war horses.

How much is hidden in his calm eyes? It's not what he shows under his plain water body.

Ou Zaiyang originally thought that he knew something about his deskmate after several months of contact, but it didn't seem to be the case.

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This class is the class of Taishang Laojun. Half of the people at the bottom listen to the half of the people brushing their own papers. The better they study, the more they have their own rhythm and method.

In front of Ou Zaiyang, there was a test paper given by Lao Jun on the top, and Li Gengchen's handwritten physics questions on the bottom.

The two papers were densely packed with black and red, and Li Gengchen's handwriting also changed from block letters to wild cursive at will.

Ou Zaiyang lost his mind, and took a pen to copy Li Gengchen's handwriting like a ghost, but no matter how he wrote it, he couldn't write it right.

He doesn't have that air of awe-inspiring carelessness and strategizing.

Ou Zaiyang was so angry that he put down his pen and wanted to beat someone up.

After finishing the papers, Laojun squinted his eyes and put his hands behind his back to smoke a cigarette to calm down and let them spend the rest of their time doing self-study.

Laojun slowly moved Lao Mu over. Lao Mu pinched two pieces of paper with his left hand, and walked over with a thermos cup in his right hand.

The two at the door saw it first, and they shouted half of it, but Lao Mu blocked the other half, "Don't get excited, the papers haven't been judged yet."

The little nerd heaved a sigh of relief, now the whole class is basically full of blank paper PTSD, I'm afraid that Lao Mu will print out the grades and give them a flat thunder.

"There's a class meeting theme here. It's about safety. You can pass it on later. It's getting colder and colder. You should wear thicker clothes so you don't catch a cold." Lao Mu said as he put down his cup and handed the paper to Qin Hai.

"Our grade's tug-of-war and sports meet are going on at the same time. There are 25 shuttle bus battles. The men and women are separated and finally combined to calculate the total. The time... seems to be half an hour before evening self-study."

"Teacher, when will the lottery be drawn?" Someone raised his hand and asked.

"The opening ceremony is over, Xiaoming, remember to smoke." Lao Mu has always been a black hand, and never smoked such things.

Brother Niao was suddenly assigned a great mission from the sky, he was a little scared, and tremblingly stretched out his little hands with a pair of wings: "Old Mu, can you let me learn or raise my spirit?"

"That's right, let Yangshen go, draw class 21, and earn blood." Some people have a good calculation, class 21 is a liberal arts class, and male compatriots have less than two hands, and this kind of pair can definitely get off to a good start.

Ou Zaiyang put down his pen and said indifferently, "I won't go."

Black face, fart.

"Brother Bird, come on, if you get the 78th and [-]th class of the sports, you will be finished." Brother Bird, who was forced to be pulled into the tug-of-war team in the front row, smiled and patted his shoulder.

"To be honest, if it's Class 78 and [-], Brother Bird won't come back."

"Come back and pluck your feathers!"

Brother Bird: "..."

Brother Bird looked at Ou Zaiyang with an indifferent face, and hugged a pot on the ground crying, clasped his hands together, and chanted Jesus, Our Lady, Tathagata Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, and Allah's magic lamp to protect him from the physical education class.

Seeing Ou Zaiyang's darkened face again, Li Gengchen couldn't help asking him: "What? Why don't you smoke?"

Zai Yang should like this kind of thing very much.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was punched lightly in the stomach, and Ou Zai flew towards him with sharp eyes like knives, you still ask!

He actually asked which pot was left open and which pot to lift!

Mo Yue heard the commotion, and when Ou Zaiyang was not paying attention, she handed Li Gengchen a note with only the word "red envelope" on it.

Only then did Li Gengchen come to his senses, and sighed at the back of Ou Zaiyang's angry head, his deskmate was exuding a bad-tempered aura all over his body, and his blue hair that exploded was sizzling, and he would shock you if he dared to rua.

Old Mu stayed for a while, then wandered around twice and turned to Li Gengchen's side. Seeing that Qu Zaiyang was venting his anger by brushing the questions, there were two more lines of laughter in the corners of his eyes.

"Zaiyang, do you think this exam is difficult?"

"It's okay." Ou Zaiyang didn't look at him. He has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he can't stop halfway through the problems.

"Then do you have any ideas for this tug-of-war?" Lao Mu turned the topic to the tug-of-war again.

"Yes." Ou Zaiyang quickly finished the calculation, raised his pen and looked up at Lao Mu, who still looked at him with the same Maitreya Buddha appearance.

"Top three in our class, please invite everyone to eat pizza." After Ou Zaiyang finished speaking, he tapped on the table with a pen, and leaned back, his eyes showing that kind of inadvertent complacency, blowing to someone like the wind. heart.

"Okay." Lao Mu happily agreed, and someone saw that Lao Mu agreed, and said that if they pass the mid-term exam this time, they want to watch a movie during evening self-study, and the math homework will be reduced.

Old Mu Tongtong agreed, walked to the podium from behind with his hands behind his back, glanced at the watch on the wall, and saw that class was over in 2 minutes, casually scanned the class twice, and watched Qu Zaiyang, who continued to bury his head in brushing the questions, Show a satisfied smile.

Ou Zaiyang didn't stop writing after class, he just breathed a sigh of relief when he finished the questions that Lao Mu had delayed. The person next to him had already finished a round of games and comics.

Later, Li Gengchen felt that the stack of books on the table took up too much space, and after he didn’t care about what kind of teacher he was, the wall of books collapsed in an instant, and now 80.00% of the pens, papers and books on the table were written by Au Zaiyang, and later used by Au Zaiyang After more and more, even his desk took up more than half.

The person next to him was still obsessed with comics, and Ou Zaiyang moved his jealous eyes to the schoolbag hanging behind his chair. The thermos inside was for him to drink, the snacks were for feeding him, the pen was also his, and the papers were also for writing. for him...

"Li Gengchen." Ou Zaiyang slumped on the chair, looked at the red cloth strip with inspirational quotes on the ceiling, and whispered his name.

The noise after class was not loud, just overshadowed his voice, but Li Gengchen turned around with a tacit understanding: "?"

"sounds so good."

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