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For Wen Yang, the biggest advantage of being obsessed with studying all day is that he has no extra time to think about the dream he had before, and he has no extra time to savor the impact and tension brought by that dream. Shy mood.

Even after dreaming, there is a sea of ​​homework that is frightening in the dream.

After entering high school, the intensity of homework has indeed increased a lot. In the past, there was more than enough homework for the winter vacation that I could finish in a week. Because the two teenagers got stuck on some questions, they finally finished it in the morning of the first day of school. .

The evening self-study will start on the night when the high school journal arrives.

Wen Yang and Shen Feibai's family lived very close to the school, and they both chose to go to school by coincidence, so they didn't need to go to school early to pack their dormitory with their bedding and luggage like many students did.

They finished their dinner comfortably at home before taking the time to prepare to go back to school.

Wen Yang put on his baggy and loose winter school uniform, turned his head and glanced at Shen Feibai who had packed his things and was leaning against the door waiting for him.

"Aren't you wearing a scarf?" Wen Yang asked.

Shen Feibai leaned against the door, and hummed casually in response.

Wen Yang glanced at the dark sky outside the window, the cold wind was blowing outside, and the twig trees in the green belt on the side of the road were all bent down, and took two furry furry clothes of the same style from the closet. The scarves came out, one red and one white.

"Little Baibai, did you drop this red scarf or this white scarf?"

Shen Feibai glanced at the bright red one, and replied without hesitation: "White."

Wen Yang pursed his lips, handed the white one to Shen Feibai, and put on the red one for himself, "The wind blows like a ghost crying outside, and you don't even wear a scarf."

Shen Feibai held the white one and smiled: "Isn't this waiting for you to wear it for me?"

Wen Yang paused, raised his eyes to look at Shen Feibai, and found that the other party had just said that, and he had already started wrapping the fluffy scarf around himself.

Wen Yang, who couldn't tie the scarf on Shen Fei with his own hands, felt a little regretful in his heart.

The sky had already darkened, the cold wind was blowing, and the not many spacious roads in front of the school were crowded with all kinds of private cars, making a lot of noise, and as far as the eye could see were parents who were here to send their children to school.

When there are more people, the wind seems to be less scary.

Wen Yang and Shen Feibai both carried backpacks of the same style, and walked forward unhurriedly with their hands in the pockets of their school uniforms.

Wen Yang turned his head to look at Shen Feibai from time to time, and then turned his head after watching for two seconds.

Shen Feibai got a little impatient with him staring at him, so he simply took his hand out of his pocket, then put it into the pocket of Wen Yang's coat, and took Wen hamster's cold hand.

Wen Yang pursed his mouth shrunk behind the scarf, trying hard to suppress his expression, but in the end he couldn't control it, the corners of his mouth were raised, and even his brows and eyes were smiling into crescent moons.

Shen Feibai glanced at Wen Yang with his head tilted, his eyes slightly narrowed after seeing that smiling face, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

Wen Yang is born with a cold body. No matter it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, his hands are always cold. In winter, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are popsicles.When it comes to winter, Wen Yang's greatest pleasure is to go outside for a lap and come back, and then take advantage of Shen Feibai's afternoon nap or sleep in, directly get into other people's bed, warm himself, and at the same time wake up Shen Feibai to play with him.

Shen Feibai knew Wen Yang too well.

In such a cold day, Wen Yang stared at him all the time, nine out of ten he felt cold, and the other possibility was that Wen Yang wanted to do something.

Like putting a cold hand in a scarf and sticking it to someone else's warm, sensitive neck—things like that.

As the biggest victim over the years, Shen Feibai has wittily mastered how to avoid being suddenly attacked. For example, now, take the initiative to sacrifice himself, warm Wen Yang's cold hands, and appease Wen Yang's trouble-making heart .

Wen Yang squeezed to Shen Feibai's side, and when Shen Feibai raised his eyebrows and looked over unhappy, he grinned, "It's cold, it's warm."

Shen Feibai looked at Wen Yang's lips that had turned purple from the cold, then slightly moved his gaze away, and moved his body a lot closer to Wen Yang calmly.

There are not many students like Shen Feibai and Wen Yang huddling together and walking forward. After a winter vacation, I saw a classmate who had a good time again, and they huddled together and walked together with friends and friends. They can be found everywhere, and Shen Feibai and Wen Yang are mixed here, without any sense of disobedience.

Wen Yang was also full of enthusiasm for a classmate whom he hadn't seen during the winter vacation, and looked around with interest, wondering if there was any familiar friend.

As I said before, Wen Yang is very popular, so good that A is in the first year of high school, and basically everyone who is a little more active knows him.

After passing through the crowded traffic and entering the school, Wen Yang almost walked two steps to say hello to people, and they all looked very familiar.

Those people were not at all surprised that Wen Yang and Shen Feibai were in the same state as conjoined twins, and they had long been used to Shen Feibai being within ten meters of Wen Yang.

Shen Feibai watched Wen Yang jumping up and down as he entered the teaching building in a particularly happy manner, and he felt a constant sourness coming out of his heart.

I'm so happy, maybe it's because I can see the people I like after school starts.

The more Shen Feibai thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, a sense of crisis suddenly arose, and alarm bells rang in his heart.

"So happy?" Shen Feibai spoke in a low tone, and let go of Wen Yang's hand after entering the classroom.

"Why aren't you happy? Although the start of school is a tragic story, it's quite a comedy to play with friends." Wen Yang sat down on his seat, turned his head and lay down on Shen Feibai's seat behind him.

He and Shen Fei were one student in front of the other, sometimes thinking about it, they felt that their fate was destined to be the same.

Shen Feibai sat down right after him, and just as he was about to say something, the head teacher walked into the classroom that was already full.

He silently swallowed the words that he wanted to find out who Wen Yang liked, and gently pushed Wen Yang's head, "Get up, the teacher is here."

Wen Yang turned his head and saw the head teacher standing on the podium, taking out all the test papers and homework from his schoolbag.

But the head teacher is not here to collect homework this time, he is here to inform the students in his class that next Monday afternoon, a parent meeting will be held, mainly to inform parents about the division of subjects and classes after the end of the second semester of the first year of high school , preferably in person.

After the class teacher left the classroom, the whole classroom was noisy.

Most of those who can enter the key class of A high school have already determined whether they want to study liberal arts or science when they entered the first year of high school, but there are indeed a small number of people who are still a little hesitant—not everyone They are very partial to subjects, and there are also those who are particularly good in all sciences. When faced with sub-subjects, they don't know which side to choose, and they are even more undecided, waiting for their parents to have the final say.

Shen Feibai belongs to the group that has been decided long ago, while Wen Yang belongs to the group that follows Shen Feibai's footsteps closely.

Neither of them had any desire to discuss this matter. Shen Feibai cared more about whether Wen Yang could keep up with him than the different subjects.

Shen Feibai looked at Wen Yang who was chatting with his deskmate, stood up, and went to the bathroom.

Seeing Shen Feibai leave the classroom at the same table, he immediately patted Wen Yang on the shoulder, "Wen Yang, Shen Feibai's father came to your parent meeting last time, so it won't be the same this time, right?"

Wen Yang was photographed so that his body was tilted, he looked at the little friends around him, and thought for a while, "It should be, my parents flew to Shanghai again yesterday, and they won't be back for half a month."

"Then the parent association will never come..." said the tablemate, knowing that he had said something wrong, scratched his head, took out a few lollipops from his schoolbag, and stuffed a mango-flavored one for Wen Yang. Apologize.

Wen Yang didn't care about such topics, but he still accepted the gift of apology with a smile.

"You're too easy to buy." The tablemate looked at Wen Yang who was happily sucking a lollipop, "...it's really coaxing."

"Can you talk?" Wen Yang rolled his eyes with sugar in his mouth, "What's so coaxing? I have a good temper."

"Okay, you have a good temper." The deskmate stretched out his hand cheerfully, "I use this candy to bribe you, lend me the physics test paper."

Wen Yang responded, bowed his head and flipped through his schoolbag.

The deskmate looked at Wen Yang with his face propped up, saw Shen Feibai walking back to the classroom outside the window, and said, "Hey, Wen Yang, your parents will always be Shen Feibai and his parents, don't you Will you marry Shen Feibai as a daughter-in-law in the future?"

"...Ah?" Wen Yang was stunned by this question. He took out the physics test paper from his schoolbag and put it on the table. When he came back to his senses, he turned to look at his deskmate, and said twice, "You What are you talking about? Our Xiao Baibai is the representative of our English class in the living room and in the kitchen, so virtuous, no matter how you look at it, he is the one who married me."

Standing beside Wen Yang, Shen Feibai frowned when he heard these words.

"You can, Wen Yang." Shen Feibai raised his hand, his freshly washed hands were wet and cool, and pressed gently on Wen Yang's head, turned him around, and snorted twice, " I marry you? You have a lot of ideas."

Wen Yang looked at Shen Feibai who was standing next to the desk and looking down at him with a dazed expression, and just now flinched at the speed visible to the naked eye against the aura of the fellow sitting with him.

He hummed twice, even his voice became quieter, "You're back..."

"Don't change the subject, who are you talking about marrying whom, huh?" Shen Feibai looked at Wen Yang who was so cowardly that his nose was shrunk behind the scarf, and said earnestly, "After thinking about it, I still have hostages in my hand." .”

The hostages naturally refer to the handheld and controller that he sealed into the bookcase.

Wen Yang immediately became more timid. He shook his head that was being pressed by Shen Feibai, and said softly: "I will marry you, I will marry you, Brother Bai, please don't tear up your ticket."

Shen Feibai felt comfortable all over after listening to the first half of the sentence, let go of the hand that was pressing on Wen Yang's head, rubbed two handfuls of the other's soft, fluffy hair, and sat back on the seat.

The deskmate who had witnessed everything sighed, "Wen Yang, can you change your habit of being cowardly when you meet Shen Feibai?"

"Let's go." Wen Yang put the test paper on the table with him, speaking very righteously and confidently, "Don't try to drive a wedge between me and Xiao Baibai."

Deskmate:"……"

Someone is going to separate you two.

You are not being reasonable.

The deskmate felt a little wronged, but before he had time to tell his grievance, Wen Yang was called out by the boys from the other class who were poking around at the door.

Wen Yang got a small pink envelope the size of a palm, which smelled delicious. There were two overlapping hearts drawn on the back of the envelope. An arrow whizzed through the two hearts, and dripping water dripped from the tip of the arrow. Blood, but the shape of the blood drop is drawn in the shape of a heart.

Wen Yang was stunned, looked at the tall boy, and said incoherently: "I, I, I, I don't fuck!"

"What are you thinking!" The boy's eyes widened, "I helped the girl deliver the letter to you!"

Wen Yang: "...Oh."

Wen Yang blinked, "Who is it?"

The boy scratched his head, "Sister, I'm sorry, let me hand it back after I reply, and I'll tell you who you are after I'm sure you're interested."

"..." Oh, he's quite good at playing.

Wen Yang flipped through the envelope in his hand for a while, and then returned it to the boy without hesitation, "Thank you, girl, for liking it, but I insist on dedicating my youth and passion to study! Forget about falling in love."

The young man seemed to have never expected to encounter such a straightforward rejection, and he was a little at a loss as to what to do.

Shen Feibai, the English class representative, was told that the English teacher asked him to go to the office, but as soon as he left the classroom, he saw Wen Yang handing over a pink envelope with many hearts painted on it to a tall boy who was at a loss.

After listening carefully, it turned out that he was rejecting the love letter that the girl asked someone to hand over.

Shen Feibai stood behind Wen Yang, touched the top of his head expressionlessly, and took a deep breath.

He felt that with a few more such stimulations, there would probably be a tragedy in high school A where a student in a key class was so angry that his crush was so angry that his brains burst and his blood spattered on the spot.

The author has something to say: Xiao Baibai: I'm so angry, I can't keep smiling.