fierce dog

"I'll sleep for another 5 minutes, just the last 5 minutes." Mo Dong huddled under the blanket, begging Song Zhou for the last bit of comfort in a muffled voice.

"We're going to be late." Song Zhou lifted the quilt mercilessly and let the cold air pour over Mo Dong's body, forcing him to open his eyes from his sleep.

"Why do people go to work?" Mo Dong looked up at Song Zhou.

"Make money." Song Zhou replied concisely.

"And why do you want to make money?"

"For dinner." Song Zhou folded the quilt and put it at the end of the bed. Seeing that Mo Dong was awake, he turned and walked out of the bedroom, saying, "Hurry up and wash up, I cooked wontons."

Mo Dong lowered his eyes, touched his flat stomach, and found that Song Zhou was right.

Going to work is to earn money, and earning money is to fill your stomach.

For example, at this moment, he is very hungry and urgently needs a bowl of hot wontons.

"Add more seaweed!" He yelled outside, got off the bed and walked into the bathroom.

After breakfast, Song Zhou and Mo Dong went out at the same time. In order to accommodate the procrastinating Mo Dong, he was almost late for self-study.

"Quick, quick." Mo Dong quickly changed his shoes in the entrance, opened the door and walked out, urging Song Zhou who was still getting dressed behind him.

He went downstairs three steps at a time. After walking out of the community, he said, "Don't wait for me in the morning, or you will be late every day."

Song Zhou gave him a cold look: "As long as you get up 10 minutes early, I won't be late."

"Isn't it impossible to get up? If you can get up, I can still make you late?" Mo Dong's eyes met Song Zhou's unzipped down jacket, and he went straight to help him zip it up, then straightened the collar and said: " Let's go, I will come back from work to buy groceries tonight."

"Yeah." Song Zhou shrunk his chin, and trotted in the opposite direction to Mo Dong.

Because he has entered the last semester of senior high school, the school schedule is very tight, Song Zhou changed the two-hour break before evening self-study to one hour, which conflicted with Mo Dong's off-duty time.

In order not to make it troublesome for Song Zhou to run back and forth, Mo Dong directly told him not to come back to make dinner, and to wait until the evening self-study was over.In this way, although dinner was late, he could also take advantage of this time to go shopping in the supermarket, buy some groceries, and wait for Song Zhou to come back at night.

"I'm back." Song Zhou's voice came from the living room.

Mo Dong was lying on the bed watching a movie. After hearing the sound, he walked out of the bedroom and saw Song Zhou carrying a white plastic bag in addition to his schoolbag. He asked, "What is this?"

"I came across a shop selling fried chestnuts on the side of the road. It smelled delicious, so I bought some." Song Zhou put the bag on the coffee table in the living room, took off his coat, and walked into the kitchen.

Mo Dong sat on the sofa, the chestnuts were still warm, and the skin could be broken with a light bite.

With his legs crossed on the sofa, he ate chestnuts leisurely, watching a movie while waiting for Song Zhou in the kitchen to make dinner.

The next day, in order not to make Song Zhou late for self-study, Mo Dong deliberately got up early.As a result, the effect was obvious. In addition to himself being the first to arrive at the company early, Song Zhou finally walked into the classroom before the preparatory bell rang.

Song Zhou noticed something was wrong when he entered the teaching building, until he entered the classroom, he found that the whole class was secretly looking at him.

Although they were trying not to be so obvious, the instant extinguishment of the noise in the classroom and the inquiring gaze made it easy for him to know that something had happened to him.

Just don't know what it is.

"Song Zhou," Li Jingsheng was the first to break the silence, walking up to Song Zhou, her voice was not as cheerful as usual: "...the head teacher asked you to go and find him."

Song Zhou looked up at her and said calmly, "Got it."

Just when he stood up and was about to go to the office, Li Jingsheng suddenly stopped him: "Song Zhou, you—"

Song Zhou turned his head.

Li Jingsheng looked at him with complicated eyes, bit her lips lightly, and finally said nothing, turned around and sat back in her seat.

The class bell rang when Song Zhou walked out of the classroom, and everyone in the corridor sparsely walked to their respective classrooms, only Song Zhou and them were going in the opposite direction.

Only Old Wu was sitting in the office, and when he saw Song Zhou walking in, he said in a calm voice, "Close the door."

Song Zhou closed the door and walked up to him.

"Do you know why I called you over?" Lao Wu sat on a chair and looked at Song Zhou.

To be honest, although he seldom gets in touch with Song Zhou in class and doesn't bother him much, Song Zhou has always been his favorite student.

Don't make trouble, don't pick trouble, don't fall in love with female classmates, and get the first place in the school every time, how can a teacher not like such a student?

But it is such an obedient and obedient three-good student who goes out of line as soon as he goes out of line.

There was no change on Song Zhou's face: "I don't know."

"I don't know?" If it was the other poor students who often caused troubles in the class, Old Wu would have roared furiously at this time, but facing Song Zhou at this time, he was inexplicably unable to get angry.

He had no choice but to take out a stack of photos from the drawer and throw them on the table for Song Zhou to see clearly.

"Look carefully, is the person above you?"

Song Zhou looked down at the photos with the same content on the table, and he didn't need to pick them up to look carefully to know who the two people on them were.

It was too obvious, only him and Mo Dong were wearing down jackets of the same style and different colors together.Even this morning, they went out together wearing the same clothes.

"Is this you!" Old Wu emphasized.

"Yes." Song Zhou agreed without hesitation.

Although Old Wu had expected this answer, when he actually heard it, he almost couldn't catch his breath.

He pointed at the boy in the photo who was close to Song Zhou, suppressing the anger in his voice: "Who is this?"

Song Zhou's fingers hanging by his legs moved lightly, he paused for breath, and then said in a calm voice, "He's not from our school."

"Are you sure?" Old Wu looked at him suspiciously.

"determine."

Hearing Song Zhou's affirmative answer, Old Wu heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.

He was most worried that the other person in the photo was a student of his own school, and even more worried that he and Song Zhou were both high school seniors who were about to face the college entrance examination. If that was the case, it would be difficult to deal with.

Although it is quite difficult to deal with now-a student in my class kissed another man in a couple's costume on the street, and his blood pressure has not dropped since he learned about it at school.

"Do you even know what you are doing? These photos were posted all over the billboards in the morning! All the teachers and students, including the school leaders, have seen it, and the impact is extremely bad!" Old Wu stared at Song Zhou bitterly, really wanting I don't understand how he can do such a thing, "Have you ever thought about the consequences of what you did!"

"The angle of the photo is wrong, we didn't kiss." Song Zhou said.

His explanation sounded like unexplainable sophistry to Lao Wu, and the photos were already in front of him, and he dared to deny it with such ironclad evidence!

"What's the angle problem? Where's the angle problem? If you didn't do it, how could he take such a photo!"

Old Wu was panting heavily, seeing how comfortable Song Zhou was before, how troubled he was now.

Even if it was a girl, even if he was photographed with a girl, he wouldn't be as angry as he is now.

"Do you have anything else to explain?"

Song Zhou looked down at the messy photo on the table, knowing that what he said at this moment was meaningless, and after a while he said: "No."

"If you don't, just stand there. Don't think about going to class today." Lao Wu waved his hands in disgust, telling him to stand by the wall as punishment: "I have already contacted your parents, and we will talk about it when they arrive."

The author says:

continue tomorrow