Do not touch without permission

There was another quiz in mathematics class. Lao Gao flipped through the test paper, thought for a while and said, "This quiz is very simple, and it will take half an hour to finish."

The class suddenly mourned, and rebelled: "Teacher, what you said is simple is not simple at all."

"That's right, I always say it's simple, but I fail in the end."

Song Yuan felt dizzy. The entire test paper was scribbled. The multiple-choice questions were filled in with 1 or 0 according to Yang Xiwomeng's method.As for Yang Xi over there, I didn't even need to type the draft, I just did the mental calculations and finished the test paper in 25 minutes.

For Song Yuan, this was the frustration of absolutely not fighting back, and couldn't help sighing: How did this little head grow?

In the end, when the results of the quiz were sent out, Yang Xi and I got full marks, and he got 10 points, which is just bad.

Lao Gao looked at the disparate grades of the whole class, and said in the class ashamed: "The highest score is Yang Xi, 100 points, and the teacher also spent half an hour writing this question, but because of a decimal point, I only got 98 points. The teacher will make mistakes, so you don’t have to worry about writing wrong questions. You still have time. When you come back next semester, we will usher in the division of arts and sciences, and the top 200 students in the grade will also enter the sprint class. Work hard. The mid-term exam is coming soon, it's time to get nervous."

Hearing these words, Song Yuan felt as if a dagger had been stabbed deeply in his heart, and his nose became sore.Sorting... Then, do Yang Xi have to leave me?

He stood on the bulletin board in the class and looked at the gap between himself and Yang Xiwo. The difference was more than 600 points. It was a long, long distance, and his uneasy heart sank into the abyss.

Fuck, how am I going to catch up?

Yang Xiwo lay on the table, turned sideways and yawned lightly, looking at the fan above Song Yuan's head spinning slowly, Song Yuan who was dignified like earth made him feel confused.He stared at the two silver earrings on Song Yuan's left ear, and wanted to raise his hand to hold his earrings.

Song Yuan's warm hand lifted up and gently pinched Yang Xiwo's ear, as if pinching Song Yuan's uneasy heart, Song Yuan calmed down slowly, and said hoarsely: "Little monk..."

"Ok?"

"Shall we still be at the same table next semester?"

"Isn't this random placement?"

Song Yuan suddenly felt that he was very selfish, and unexpectedly came up with the idea of ​​making Yang Xiwo fail in the exam, a very selfish idea.He really couldn't think of any other way, so he asked hoarsely, "You can fail a lot in the exam, for example, if you fail by more than 600 points in the exam, you can be in the same class as me."

Yang Xiwo looked at Song Yuan with a serious face in a daze. I don't know why he felt that Song Yuan was becoming more and more different, different from the previous Song Yuan who was mad and misbehaving.But he has no way to do this, he signed a contract with the school, and his grades cannot be regressed from the rankings in middle school, so he can only move forward.

Song Yuan sneered and stroked his hair, then said with a sneer: "It's too much, isn't it?"

Yang Xi me: "No."

"I just knew I couldn't, little monk, follow me to the bookstore after school, I want to study, I want to be at the same table with you, I don't want to be separated, do you want to come with me? Although I am very noisy and annoying, but I cover you, no People can touch you, and whoever bullies you, I will beat him. I will bring you milk... Do you think it will work?" Song Yuan felt that tears were about to fall, her voice was hoarse, and her tone was pleading.

Yang Xiwo nodded inexplicably, and responded with a soft "hmm".He was a little dazed, how could he agree?Is it really because you are so lonely?

Song Yuan smiled lightly, not knowing where he had the courage to say such stupid things.Although he knew it was impossible, he wanted to try.

He has never read books carefully since the fifth grade of elementary school. At that time, his parents divorced, he belonged to his father, and his sister belonged to his mother.A seemingly complete family was torn in half overnight.He begged his mother and sister not to leave that day, but to take him away, but it was useless.He faced the empty house alone, and his father with a stinky face.

The room became his only safe haven.

He couldn't get out for a long time, and no one cared about him.He grew up alone and ate alone.Trying to make trouble so they'll come back, but it still doesn't work.No matter how big a disaster he got into, his supernatural father could always solve it easily and cover the sky with one hand.

In the third semester of junior high school, he almost killed someone in a fight, and squatted trembling in the detention center alone.It was hot outside, but his heart was cold.A dead heart, no one can revive.

It was not the angry father who was waiting, but his subordinates.After he came out safely, he paid the family 60 yuan.His father completely threw him in Jiang Jing and only came back once a year.He is just a piece of garbage thrown into the deep sea and still unable to decompose.

Uncle Li is like imprisoning him, almost like a prison.So he tried his best to avoid Uncle Li, fighting wits and courage every day.

"Little monk, my foundation is very poor, how can I learn?"

"Your language is not bad compared to English, and there is still time. I will plan for you, and we will take our time."

At that time, his mother and sister moved abroad, and he thought about learning English by himself, so that he could run over to find them.But when he was in the second year of junior high school, he found that he thought too much.It is not as simple as he thinks that minors want to go abroad alone.

Yang Xi and I also overheard Song Yuan reading an English text in an English class. His pronunciation was very standard British, and his voice was particularly nice.Later, I paid a little attention to his performance in English class every time.Every time he is playing with his mobile phone, but no matter where the teacher talks about or what sentence he can find at once.

However, Song Yuan always did not do well in the exams, always writing indiscriminately.

"Stupid idiot, come here, and I'll choose a few exercises for you, all of which are so simple that I can do mental calculations in a second. Every knowledge point is from shallow to deep. Make up for the knowledge points, and make up for the ones that are left behind on weekends.”

Song Yuan listened to his words in a daze, and asked in disbelief, "You mean, come to live at my house on weekends?"

"Yeah." Yang Xiwo responded very lightly, as if needles were slowly falling into the porcelain.

"Will your parents tell you?"

"will not."

"Okay, welcome, little monk, you are so kind!"

I don't know why Yang Xi kept thinking about what Song Yuan said before: "If you get rid of the shortcomings of being indifferent and not helping others, I will like you more." Stay at his house.

Yang Xi, I think that I am not a kind person, but maybe I am really lonely and want someone to accompany me.

Yang Xi gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not good. If you're lazy or just 3 minutes hot, I'll beat you hard, just like Li Jiaxun. Go to hell."

In the evening, Yang Xi and I did not write my contribution article in code words, but sorted out the notes of various subjects for Song Yuan.Father Yang poured him a glass of water, and asked curiously, "It's rare to see you writing at this time."

"Dad, will I stay at my classmate's house tomorrow?"

Father Yang was a little surprised, and asked a lot of questions: "Okay, which classmate? Male or female? Did he have a crush on you? Did you live with them last time? Will it be inconvenient and disturb others? Will you Will it be uncomfortable?"

"It's that stupid idiot who keeps touching me."

"It's amazing. It's rare that there is a person who doesn't itch when you touch it. Dad is actually very worried about you. He has no friends and is alone. It's fine now, and I don't worry. Little me, go to someone's house on weekends and bring some food. "Papa Yang said, but he was very happy in his heart, thinking, I don't know what kind of boy he is, thank him.

"Bring what?"

"Dad will make you some sesame omelets and bring them over. Your mother liked to eat them before."

"No, Yang Sheng, you cook for him? Why don't you cook for me?"

Father Yang curled his lips and scolded: "People who are neither big nor small are not qualified to eat!"

On Friday afternoon, Song Yuan followed Yang Xi and I went home to pick up things.Song Yuan kept nagging: "I have clothes at home, you wear mine, why go back?"

Yes, why go back?It's not for your egg rolls, my old father got up early in the morning and made food for you himself.Thinking of Yang Xi makes me jealous, his old father never made this kind of thing for him to eat.

Song Yuan squatted at the door of the dilapidated old tile-roofed house and waited, with a mint candy in his mouth, and he bit it loudly.When Yang Jue came back from school and saw Song Yuan who was squatting on the ground, he wondered if he had misjudged the person. He blinked and asked in surprise, "Song Yuan?"

"Ha, the enemy's road is narrow, boy, the one who punched me in the military training last time, you live here too?"

"Otherwise, what are you doing here? Are you blocking Yang Xi and me? All at the door of the house?" Yang Jue rushed up angrily, grabbed the broom at the door, and the two confronted each other.

"No, I'm waiting for him. Yang Xi, I grew up here?"

"What are you doing? Investigating accounts?"

"Why so much nonsense? Do you want to try how hard my fist is?" Song Yuan grabbed Yang Jue's skirt and said angrily.

Yang Jue replied in a cowardly manner: "No, I moved back here after graduating from the third year of junior high school."

Yang Xiwo used to go to school in a small town in Jiangjing City. More than 20 villages formed a Baishi peninsula. The town was called Baishi Town, a small coastal town.Later, Yang Xiwo took the free entrance examination to Jiangjing Foreign Language School. Yang Sheng worried that Yang Xiwo would not be good living in the school, so he decided to move to Jiangjing City.

His junior high school is called Nanshi Middle School. It is an unknown rural middle school. The students basically don't study, so the school has a key class for each grade.He has always been in that class, always taking No.1.

Jiangjing Foreign Language is not well-known in Jiangjing City, Jiangjing Overseas Chinese High School is the most powerful key high school.When Yang Xiwo signed the Jiangjing foreign language free student agreement, the principal of Nanshi Middle School felt very sorry.

When Yang Xiwo came out, he saw Song Yuan exploding and hitting someone, and said coldly, "Let go, let's go."

Yang Jue looked at Yang Xi and I were carrying my schoolbag, and asked puzzledly, "What are you doing? Going out?"

"Well, let's go."

Yang Xi I was holding a red plastic bag in my hand, and the sound from the plastic bag was very loud.Song Yuan asked curiously: "What is this?"

Yang Xi pushed the bag to Song Yuan's hand, and said with a cold snort, "Here, the egg rolls made by my dad."

Song Yuan grabbed the plastic bag and opened it to see the golden egg roll sprinkled with black sesame seeds, which looked delicious.He reached out and took a small piece and stuffed it into his mouth. The egg roll shattered all over the floor, but it was sweet and delicious, crispy and crunchy, with a milky smell. He asked, "Uncle is so powerful?"

Yang Xi pouted, and said suddenly: "He hasn't done it for me."

"Huh? I'm flattered, haven't you eaten it?"

"nonsense."

"Then did you sneak in there just now?"

"nonsense."

"That's it."

"No."

"I don't believe it, I'll smell it..." As he spoke, Song Yuan approached Yang Xi's face and sniffed it, and found something was wrong.He was so close, his nose was almost close to those pink lips.He slightly raised his head to see Yang Xiwo's expression, his nose gently brushed against the warm lips, waves of heat boiled in his heart.

Yang Xi kicked him, wiped my lips, and cursed: "You idiot, let's go."

Song Yuan touched the hot nose, feeling inexplicably happy, and said, "Little monk, do you want to eat egg rolls?"

"It's not for me, get out."