our senior year

The next morning, Zhao Yuan sneaked out of Wang Zibing's house and rode his bicycle back to his home, but met the old man who went out for morning exercises in the same community.

Zhao Yuan covered his face, bowed his head and slipped into the door.

The old man pondered on the spot: "This kid got up early enough today, and seeing him walk awkwardly, could it be that he also went to morning exercises?"

In the first Chinese class in the morning, Zhao Yuan leaned against the window and frowned, "The old man won't tell my parents... It seems that we should not live in his house in the future."

"Whose house do you live in?"

Zhao Yuan turned his head and found that the class monitor at the same table was staring at him.

"Uh... no one."

"Oh... I saw you downstairs at my house this morning."

Zhao Yuan stiffened his body: "When?"

"When you were in school, you rode an electric bike and swished past."

"Oh……"

All this situation fell into the eyes of Wang Zibing in the back row.

"Ah... Sure enough, he looks so pretty in every expression."

Lu Ming muttered on the side: "Fuck, I can't write the class notes by myself, so I have to take them for you. Obviously your own wife is a top student."

Wang Zibing lay on the table and watched Zhao Yuan's class, and walked there with a bunch of meatballs after class, unexpectedly, the monitor put his hand on Zhao Yuan's shoulder and dawdled three times.

"I'll wipe it! That brat..."

Wang Zibing walked over and put the meatballs between the two of them, and took the opportunity to knock off the squad leader's hand, "Zhao Yuan, I bought them for you. I bought them myself!"

Zhao Yuan glanced at the meatballs, his face stiffened: "I won't eat it, you can eat it."

"Huh? What's going on?"

Zhao Yuan said: "I have been having diarrhea for the past few days, probably because my stomach is not good enough to eat meatballs."

Wang Zibing grabbed the monitor by his collar and lifted him out of his seat: "Squad monitor, I will sit next to you in the next class, you go and sit in my seat!"

The squad leader looked at Wang Zibing, who was half a head taller than him, and stammered: "But..."

Wang Zibing looked at the squad leader with wide eyes and frowning, and forced the squad leader to leave in a muffled voice.

Sitting on the squad leader's seat, Wang Zibing reached out and touched Zhao Yuan's stomach: "Did you have diarrhea all the time?"

"Well, I don't know what's going on."

Wang Zibing said: "In the next class, you can lie down and rest for a while, and I will help you take notes. After class is over, I will take you to the infirmary during the big break."

Zhao Yuan originally wanted to hold on, but after thinking about it carefully, he nodded and fell down.

The squad leader came to the back row with the textbooks and materials for the next class, looked at the trash can behind Lu Ming and frowned, "You let me sit here!"

Lu Ming was sleeping on the table, and looked up when he heard the voice, "Hey, is the squad leader here?"

The squad leader rubbed the stool with the sleeve of his school uniform, and said as soon as he sat down, "Why is this stool so hard?"

Lu Ming smiled: "Of course, I'm an underachiever, sitting next to the trash can, it would be nice if the head teacher gave us a place to sit."

The monitor asked, "What's your name?"

"..." Lu Ming shook his head and sighed, lay down and continued to sleep.

The second period was the head teacher's class. As soon as the class started, the head teacher found that there was one less student he liked in the front row.

"Where's Xue Yangpeng? Wang Zibing, why are you sitting here?"

Wang Zibing hurriedly said: "The squad leader wants to give Lu Ming tuition, so he changed seats with me!"

The class teacher looked at Wang Zibing's position, and the class leader was indeed sitting there.

"Xue Yangpeng, can you see clearly what you did?"

Xue Yangpeng stood up and wanted to report Wang Zibing's snatching to the class teacher, but Lu Ming held him down: "Teacher, he can see clearly! He sat here in the last class, so I can remember the notes! You see, even I Take notes!" After speaking, he took out the notes that Wang Zibing took in the last class and shook them.

"Oh, if you have any questions, you should tell them in time!"

Teacher Lu Mingchong smiled and said to Xue Yangpeng in a low voice: "Master Squad Leader, be careful not to ruin Brother Bing's good deeds, otherwise you will be miserable!"

Xue Yangpeng frowned, "Why is he sitting with Zhao Yuan?"

Lu Ming smiled meaningfully at him, lowered his head and continued to take notes for Wang Zibing.

"What is the coordinate formula of point E here? Zhao Yuan, get up and tell me."

Wang Zibing raised his hand: "Teacher Zhao Yuan has a stomachache."

The homeroom teacher looked at Wang Zibing, "Hey, are you sitting in front? It seems that you have a good attitude towards learning recently, so you can come up and write this coordinate formula."

Wang Zibing's complexion changed suddenly, and Zhao Yuan hid his face behind the book and snickered.

"Uh... Teacher, I'm afraid I made a mistake."

"It doesn't matter if you make a mistake, the teacher can help you correct it. Come up and try."

Wang Zibing walked up bravely and wrote down the formula on the blackboard.

"Hmm... It's true that this substitution formula is a circle formula, but your X-axis coordinates are wrong, it's this..."

Wang Zibing was standing on the podium. It was the first time that the head teacher scolded him in front of the whole class, and he was a little uncomfortable.

Returning to his seat, Zhao Yuan said, "Keep working hard!"

Wang Zibing breathed a sigh of relief, "Just now I was so nervous that I almost peed my pants."

Zhao Yuan could not help laughing while lying on the table, the head teacher also asked: "Zhao Yuan, if you are in severe pain, go to the infirmary, you will cry in pain."

As soon as the head teacher finished speaking, Zhao Yuan laughed even harder. Wang Zibing had no choice but to say, "Teacher, let me take him to the infirmary after class. You should give the lecture first."

After finally getting out of class, Wang Zibing helped Zhao Yuan to the infirmary, and the squad leader returned to his seat and sat down, "Oh, my stool is still comfortable."

"Hello, can you call Lu Ming for me?"

Li Yinghan stood outside the window, holding a pack of snacks in his hand.

Xue Yangpeng stood up and shouted: "Lu Ming, someone is looking for you!"

When Lu Ming walked to the door, the squad leader suddenly said, "So you are Lu Ming!"

"..."

When Lu Ming went out, Li Yinghan said in a low voice, "I took this for Zhao Yuan, and it contains antidiarrheal medicine."

Lu Ming asked: "What antidiarrheal medicine can I get him?"

Li Yinghan said: "Don't ask if you don't understand, remember to give the medicine to Zhao Yuan, first eat the snacks and then take the medicine. I'm leaving and bye~"

Lu Ming returned to the classroom, put the snacks directly on Zhao Yuan's stool, and said to Xue Yangpeng: "This is for Zhao Yuan, you ask him to eat the snacks before taking the medicine inside."

Xue Yangpeng asked: "What happened to him? Who was he just now?"

Lu Ming curled his lips, "The big squad leader really doesn't hear anything outside the window except for studying."

"...What does he mean?"

The five of them ate together at noon, and Wang Zirui was sandwiched between Lu Ming and Li Yinghan, eating the snacks bought by her brother carelessly.

Lu Ming said greedily, "Give me a taste?"

Wang Zirui suddenly remembered something, and took out a note from his pocket: "Go to the pharmacy and buy this, and you can choose whatever you want when you come back."

Lu Ming took the note: "What... why are you buying condoms?"

Zhao Yuan was drinking water, and choked up when he heard this.

"You don't need to buy it, so don't go."

Li Yinghan comforted Zhao Yuan: "Oh, you often have diarrhea and dehydration. You still need this thing."

Wang Zirui nodded: "That's right, Yinghan and I studied these things for an evening self-study yesterday! There was no break between classes!"