The old Gong who slept on my upper bunk

What's so strange? "

"Oh, that's right, I was thinking too much. No, what are you talking about? Are you drinking again?"

Only then did Tang's father realize that he had said something wrong, and shut up wisely.

"If you don't think that you are my father, I will really beat you. You are trying to force my son to drop out of school. If not, I will drop out of school to earn money to support my family."

When he said this, his expression was extraordinarily relaxed, and he spoke smoothly, without making people feel depressed.Probably this kind of people who don't like this job by nature will only take dropping out of school as a relief, just like some people regard death as a relief.

Then there was no more to say. For the next ten minutes, neither of them said a word. From this silence, Father Tang found a little despair of "my son's future is bleak".

In the end, he finally compromised.

"Second baby, don't think too much. Dad will earn money to support you and your mother, just study hard."

Tang Zihao didn't take it seriously: "Can reading be eaten as a meal? As far as my major is concerned, I am ashamed to say that it is a C foreign crown prince major. Do you think it can support me? I speak Chinese with a dialect taste. What foreign language should I learn? .”

In the final analysis, Tang Zihao thinks that the fault lies with his father.

When filling out the application form, he didn't bother to think about it. It was arranged by his father. When he received the notice, his face almost fell down.

Who doesn't know that boys are born at a language disadvantage?The disadvantages are nothing more than Tang Zihao's use of French is like the savage's use of fuel lighters in ancient times. It is almost unheard of, and I don't know what his father did wrong to make this moth.

In other words, he single-handedly ruined Tang Zihao's future. In short, it has nothing to do with him here.

Tang Zihao brought the topic back again: "No, Dad, if you really drink, you will definitely sleep until the sun is shining, and you won't have the spirit to talk to me when you wake up. I reckon your first The thing is to go to the toilet to solve the three emergencies, don't you think?"

Tang's father was speechless at the question, and asked with his eyes: "Are you interrogating a prisoner?"

Instead of giving up halfway, Tang Zihao is determined to continue his role as a judge.

His figure walking in the alley suddenly stopped, and his feet stopped.Father Tang almost bumped his head against the wall on the back of his neck.

Tang Zihao's interrogation of breaking the casserole came from the long and long alley: "Did you also go out the day I went out?"

The author has something to say: check in at double shift on weekends, I wish you all a happy life hahaha

☆, Intercept

Father Tang's figure shook, and his chin buried in the neckline sank even lower because he didn't know what to do.

Tang Zihao was blocked in the alley like a wall, and for a while he had a bit of an image of a gangster blocking the road and robbing.

He put his hand on his father's shoulder and chattered endlessly: "You went out, right? Are you following me? You were the one who fought guerrilla with me in Tongzilou?"

Father Tang: "..."

"If you don't talk, I don't eat people."

Just at the right time, a string of drops of water dripped from the protruding window sill above the alley, rendering the surrounding atmosphere even more eerie.

Tang Zihao closed his eyes, and his thoughts wandered around that night.Familiar figure, familiar voice, no matter how they are father and son for more than ten years, he should have reacted immediately.

It's just that under the habit of thinking, he has already determined the identity of that person.On the other hand, it was really ridiculous for my dad to sneak and run after me in the middle of the night.

Father Tang knew that he couldn't resist, so he let out a long sigh, which was considered to be an admission.

"Oh, it's really you, then..." He stepped aside to make room, "Let's go."

Tang's father walked awkwardly, stuffing his hands into his trouser pockets, his neck curled up like a rat stealing oil.

He asked hoarsely, "How do you know?"

"How do I know? You still ask me how do I know? So obviously I can't see it? It just exposes you on the spot, it seems that I have no quality. I will play hide-and-seek with you."

What he said was well-founded, as if it was true, even in front of his father, he was trying his best to show his penetrating vision.

"It's you, why are you following me?"

Father Tang didn't answer, he continued: "Don't say that you just came out to find a drink, and you ran into me by chance. But if you sleepwalked in a delirious state, I might consider sending you to a mental hospital."

Father Tang kept his mouth shut, his face blushing.

Tang Zihao wasn't interested in talking nonsense with him, since the bottle cap was pried open, are you afraid that the water inside won't flow out?

The nearest sub-venue was more than 1000 meters away, but I don't know if there are any celebrities to help, and the crowd's shouts are like cracking clouds.

The two children who smashed the cannon worked tirelessly, shuttling through the alleys extending in all directions with their noses hanging, and sweat dripping from their foreheads.

When Tang Zihao saw their gaze piercing Qiushui, he yelled in his heart "it's not good".

A child in the window on the first floor is attacking here with an electric fan ten times larger than his face.

Seeing this situation, the other two children suddenly let go of their feet and ran away.

Tang Zihao was so furious that he kicked the stainless steel net on the window so loudly that the boy unplugged the electric fan.

He knocked on the window: "Hey, kid, come here for me."

The child trembled, staggered and fell to the ground.

Tang Zihao turned his head and found the two white-eyed wolves who threw the cannon at the end of the corridor, one tall and one short, lying on the wall looking at him.

"You two, come here!"

Father Tang coughed, signaling him not to embarrass the children.

Tang Zihao was already in a bad mood, but once this shit was stirred up, he would naturally turn his anger on them, and he could really do things like haggling with children.

He shook his head, and chased after the two who had thrown the cannon.

Tang's father had more energy than he wanted, and the corner of his mouth fell to his chin.

Only a few seconds later, the sound of footsteps suddenly stopped, and Tang Zihao backed out from the end of the corridor backwards.

And what he pointed at the tip of his nose was a sharp knife.

Father Tang's face turned dark instantly.

The one holding the sharp knife was a greasy and fat middle-aged man with a simple cropped cut. There was a scar on his face, and he looked like he had a criminal record.He was holding the collar of one of the children in his hand.

The child didn't resist, but said vaguely: "Father, I'm afraid..."

The man yelled at him: "You're afraid of a fart!" He dragged the child to the ground, pointed at Tang Zihao's knife and refused to put it down.

Father Tang is already going crazy.

It's just fighting, and his participation may only be a disservice.

Tang Zihao put his hands behind his back and gestured to him: Go away, I'm coming.

The man said to Tang Zihao: "If you are sensible, hand over the money obediently, or..." He put the knife across the child's neck.

otherwise?Or kill his own son?

What a jerk this man is.

Tang Zihao: "Brother, there is something to talk about, something to talk about."

Another man followed, a child, with two cannons in his hands.

Heartless, damn it, everyone is heartless.

If it weren't for the fact that it would be a sin not to be saved, Tang Zihao would have left long ago.

He kept retreating under his feet, and the man followed and kept advancing.

Tang's father left the scene as if his soul had come out of his body.

Tang Zihao relaxed a little in his heart - with enough space, it would be much easier to do things.

The child who was being dragged did not dare to struggle at all, because maybe if he moved, the knife would take advantage of the opportunity to make him see blood and seal his throat.

He pinned his last hopes on his big brother who met by chance.

The child who used a fan to deal with him was seven or eight meters away from him, and at the moment he was lying on the stainless steel net, swallowing his saliva and watching the play.

Tang Zihao: "Brother, your child is so beautiful, it would be a pity if his face gets scratched. Don't force me, I still can't afford the money if you force me. Why should the poor make things difficult for the poor."

The man snorted and threw the child to the ground.

"Grandma's!"

He stabbed at Tang Zihao.

This knife was done in a disorderly way, the posture is the most likely to be blocked and turned against the target. Tang Zihao relied on the spare strength of the severed hand to turn against the target.

It's just that the man's target is not him.

Tang Zihao didn't let go of his breath, his knee was kicked numb, and he knelt on the ground with one knee.

This person looks like a mallet, and he can even make false moves.

In order to prevent it from happening, the man continued to kick Tang Zihao's severed hand, and ran out like a fly.

Tang Zihao blurted out, "Father!"

He felt that his current hand had become ashes wrapped in flesh and blood, and the pain radiated from the wound, and cold sweat soon broke out on his face.

The child watched in horror as he folded his hands on the ground to roll or not, and tentatively rubbed against his face.

"Get the fuck out of me, hiss—brat, what is your father..."

The child's words are not speculative: "He was a soldier..."

Tang Zihao: "..."

Before the whirlwind had passed, Tang Zihao saw his father being pushed over alive by that so-called "been soldier" man.

"Damn it, you still want to call the police! Be more honest!" The man kicked Father Tang to his knees.

Stars appeared in front of Tang Zihao's eyes, and he was still cursing: "Bah, shameless, you still fart the same fart twice."

"Huh, I have a lot of backbone." The man knelt down and squeezed his face with his hands, "Do you still know me? Tang, Zi, Hao."

"..."

"Young people don't have a good memory."

The child turned his elbows outward and volunteered to protect Tang Zihao behind him.

"Get out of the way, boy, I have something to ask this brother."

Tang Zihao really couldn't find any images of this person. If he relied purely on guesswork, he should have something to do with Zhong Er.

Eight out of ten people he provoked were either killed by Zhong Er and the others, or they were Zhong Er's group of people.

"Who are you, uncle? I have a deep hatred for you. Hiss—"

"Not you."

He stood up on his own, Tang Zihao was ready to listen to his bb.

"Is that Zhong Er?"

"correct."

"..."

Tang's father got up from the ground unsteadily: "Tang Zihao! What trouble did you little bastard go out again!"

He thought that no matter what, Zhong Er should have disappeared from their words a few years ago.

Tang Zihao couldn't answer, what could he do?He doesn't even know what that kid Zhong Er wants to do.

The man pushed Father Tang down all at once.

Speaking of which, the "beggar gang" built by the original gang leader was originally from Zhong Er.

At that time, Zhong Er acted that he was indifferent to the world, and at the same time established a good relationship with the leader of the gang. He said a few empty and boastful words among his friends, and occasionally blessed him with wine and meat. Brotherly love".

Zhong Er cleverly put the leader's hat on his head, and used some tricks to help him elevate it higher, so that others would never see him as majestic, he was just a dog who was begging for food and drink .

As for the gang leader, he made a lot of trouble in the world, created a world in the circle, and caused a lot of trouble.

He is arrogant himself, and by the way, he also blocks Zhong Er's limelight, making the latter even more insignificant.In his eyes, Zhong Er is a timid dog who bows his head and bows his head, and he is also his brother who changes his heart and changes his life on the face of it.

Others seemed similar, anyway, they either skipped over or sneered at someone like Zhong Er.

It's just the opposite, he is the one who dominates behind the scenes, and the gang leader has been led by the nose all the time.

Zhong Er has a small notebook to keep grudges in his heart, whoever bullies him, he sees who he is not used to, he will write down that person in it.Accumulating over time, the more hatred, the more it honed his temperament even more deeply.

Newcomers who have just joined the organization know that Zhong Er is a spectacled dog with a well-developed brain and simple limbs.

If the leader of the gang is a general who conquers the world, he is a military adviser who does not need to be second or fifth.He only has empty theories, but he is stingy with real guns and live ammunition to do with others.

It's just the understanding of the very few people in the gang at that time, and outsiders would definitely not compare them to generals and military divisions. Those things are smelly and hard, and at most they can be regarded as shit sticks.

In this way, the foundation is established, coupled with the halo effect of supernatural powers, the contrast between the gang leader and Zhong Er sharply widens.

One flies into the sky and flees the earth, and travels thousands of miles, while the other is timid and stalks others.

They were so indifferent to the latter that they didn't even know his details.

Tang Zihao didn't even know his name until now.

☆, Chosen Son

The dragon sees the head but does not see the end, none other than Zhong Er.

Tang Zihao is now wondering: Why has he been called Zhong Er for so long, and he hasn't struggled with his real name?

It must not be a good thing to be able to hide it so well.

In the final analysis, the leader is just his scapegoat.Those who make a fight or are made a fight will always have only one identity—the so-called enemy of Zhong Er.

The gang leader is his tool, showing his sharpness, and he is the big boss who quietly arranges troops in the dark.

Tang Zihao was only slightly taken aback after hearing him finish speaking. After all, it wasn't that he was too difficult to understand. After all, he could turn his head around.

Father Tang's mind was a mess, what and what?graft?Borrowing a knife to kill someone?New 36 gauge?

The man kicked Tang Zihao: "Hey, are your hands okay?"

"I can't die, old ghost, what are you going to say? What is your relationship with that person? Who are you?"

Tang Zihao panted three times in three sentences, the pain made people short of breath.

The man threw the knife on the ground.

Tang Zihao: "??? Damn, you don't tell me that you want me to kill myself? What year is it..."

"Shut up." The man said in a deep voice, "I didn't mean to kill you."

Tang Zihao: "...Then what do you want to do?"

"Why, don't you join me after listening to the story? What's the point, of course it's the wine money."

"... Is it okay to support people?" While talking, he gave him a big roll of his eyes.

No matter how he looked at it, Tang's father felt that his son was trying to kill him, so he put himself in his shoes: If he had no money to buy wine, no matter what, he wouldn't embarrass a child with a knife.

And if you really use a knife, you must be desperate. If you don't give money, you can only give your life.

Tang Zihao doesn't know how to rein in a horse, but he can't let it go.If the son is beaten into a half-mutilated body, who will he ask for his living expenses in the future?

"I have money."

Seeing that his father had compromised, Tang Zihao didn't know what to say.

The man's face becomes faster than a marquee.In the first 2 minutes, he was punished to death, and now he calmly asks him for money.Maybe he got the money, and the next moment he would jump up and stab him dozens of big bloody holes.

Things went a little too smoothly later on, the man didn't force each other with a knife, and took the money to force the two to leave.

He finally pressed Tang Zihao's shoulder and confessed: "If you dare to call the police, I will ask Zhong Er to kill you."

Tang Zihao said neither sour nor bitter: "No big brother, you alone are enough to kill me eight hundred times."

There was still half a breath left in his mouth, he was dying, and he guessed that his hand was swollen into a bear's arm.

The man finally whispered in his ear: "Be careful, Zhong Er."

"Okay, thank you for reminding me, thank you very much."

After leaving the alley, the surroundings suddenly opened up, and a large white bridge came out.People come and go on the bridge, and the hot pot restaurant on the connected street is steaming with fog.

People's voices lingered in Tang Zihao's ears, buzzing like mosquitoes.

Tang Zihao: "Did you make a call on the landline at home?"

Father Tang: "I called, but not yet, no one picked up. Erba, do you want to see your hand? Look at this—"

The bandage on his hand was propped up by his swollen hand, forming an extremely disharmonious arc, Tang Zihao had no time to care about his own physical mess.

He leaned his waist against the bridge.

"I'll go, you really are. One by one, you really want to piss me off."

The warm winter sun was gradually covered by clouds, Tang Zihao's eyes suddenly went dark, and he was brought to the ground by gravity.

.

.

"Baby, take it easy..."

"Well, I love you, I love you..."

Tang Zihao was woken up by the shaking of the bed. 412 bedroom, he will remember this place to death.The alarm clock on the desk shows today's time - October 2012, 10.

Tang Zihao: Hey, am I not on the street?I……

He checked himself around, only to realize—Shit, I'm back again.Another fucking night.

Naturally, his severed hand also recovered, and it became more active and more comfortable.

It's just that the two on the bed haven't stopped yet, one screams hysterically, the other...it's indescribable.

Except for the three of them, there was no one left in the dormitory who should leave.

The way of heaven is reincarnation, Tang Zihao came to a sonorous and powerful conclusion - I can't die no matter what.

Perhaps he is the chosen one, destined to enjoy the right to live forever.

Thinking of this, he stood on the edge of the bed in a mysterious manner, fumbled for a roll of paper with ease, and then went into the toilet out of sight.

When the inside seemed to calm down, he almost propped himself on the ground and moved his numb feet out.

The electric frying pan was placed on the induction cooker on the balcony, and there was still untreated fried rice in the hot pot base.

He secretly laughed at himself for his strange taste, while reminiscing about his rare experience, wondering if this is a change in the middle.

He was originally clumsy, but now he is relaxed. Lan Qiaoqiao's cabinet is an inexhaustible cornucopia, enough for him to lie on the bed for a week. The battery of his mobile phone and computer is sufficient, more than enough to pass the time.

He just didn't know why, but he couldn't be happy at all.

Desperately dragging those troublemakers halfway, and suddenly being forcibly pulled back, I am a bit unwilling to say it.

After thinking about it, he still called his family.

It was Tang's mother who answered the phone. Besides this voice, there was also the sound of Tang's father throwing a wine bottle.

Tang Zihao scolded his bastard father out of temper, and made some nonsense with his mother, and then he died so-so.

Fortunately, it's good when you come back, and it's good if no one gets lost.

The buddy on the upper bunk fell asleep very quickly, and was already snoring all day long.

With a curious attitude, he lifted the quilt under the arms of the senior sister, and found a familiar but not very pleasing face on her chest.

One minute later, Tang Zihao climbed over the wall from the fourth floor and went downstairs with a disheveled face.

As far as the trick of climbing over the wall and going downstairs, Tang Zihao is a figure at the level of the patriarch of XX school.

When I was in middle school, I went crazy and couldn’t sleep at night, so I asked a few buddies to climb over the wall and go out to a black Internet cafe. The environment of the black Internet cafe is not very good, and the machine is not easy to use, but it is cheap. It only costs a few yuan a night, and there is free water to drink.

Tang Zihao didn't play online games, but just used the computer to search for some pictures and videos that couldn't get rid of the eyes of those little bastards, and looked at them casually, and didn't see any routines.

The love between the hero and heroine always comes out of nowhere, it seems that the screenwriter can create a relationship line and draw it out of thin air.

But today he didn't go to the Internet cafe.

He bypassed the dormitory building, stepped down hundreds of steps, and came to the so-called library.

The library was closed, and he pressed his face against the one-way glass to look in.

It took him a while to find a strange figure in the darkness——Lu Yi through his unflattering eyesight.

The screen of his mobile phone was faintly lit with a faint light, outlining a bit of his outline, but it was beautiful enough.

This guy has always been meticulous in his studies, to the point of burning the lights at night.

Tang Zihao casually tapped on the glass with his fingers, eager to know if the bookworm would be distracted to hear and take a look at him.

Half an hour later, he finally realized how stupid his actions were. The one on the outside was eager to see through, while the one on the inside had no other thoughts, and the final result was of no avail.

It was late autumn, and the evening wind was cold and dry. Tang Zihao sat down by the door in despair, rubbing the goose bumps off his arms with his hands.

At five o'clock the next day, just as the sun was shining, the librarian who opened the door woke him up.

She held a bunch of keys and said bluntly, "Is this where you sleep?"

Tang Zihao sneezed sleepily, lost all sleep in an instant, stood at attention, took a rest and looked forward, all actions were reliable under command.

Seeing that he was so cold and pretending to be serious, the aunt opened the door with a suppressed smile, and then rushed inside to arrange something.

Afterwards, she watched Lu Yi and Tang Zihao look at each other and come together, the smile that was about to come out was suppressed by the expression of "how can that be?"

Lu Yi coughed twice, his voice was really hoarse.

"Why are you here?"

"The dormitory was occupied by a couple of dogs and men. I was a little panicked, afraid of being hurt."

"What dog man and woman?"

Tang Zihao was at a loss for words when asked, he can't tell you that there is a man and a woman making love on your bed, right?

According to the development of history, Lu Yi would only change the sheets as if nothing had happened, and he would not get angry or feel unhappy.Just telling him so bluntly, Tang Zihao still found it a bit difficult to speak.

Tang Zihao: "Well, uh, Lu Yi, your bed was polluted by someone."

"Oh." He replied calmly, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Tang Zihao: "... Lu Yi, you are so fucking short-hearted."

"It's okay, just wash it." He straightened his collar, "Go slowly."

Tang Zihao turned his head, only to find that those eyes looking at the long ladder were almost sad.

"When I have money, I will repair the elevator for you, so that you can take the elevator back to bed every day, okay?" Tang Zihao jokingly said, "Lu Yi, I always feel that you are obsessed with elevators."

"No, I am, just a shadow on the stairs."

Just as Tang Zihao was about to answer a call, a boy in a bright red tracksuit suddenly stumbled across to him with a stack of books in his arms, and bumped into him.

The hand he was stretching out to pick up the book suddenly froze in the air.

Coincidentally, the one on Lu Yi's bed - Xu Hong.

I don't know what kind of idiocy he committed, he went to the wrong dormitory, and spent half the night in it. At this moment, he was probably panicked and ashamed, and he seemed to be in such a hurry that he knocked over the book.

But having said that, his usual behavior is also very indifferent, and he will always give people the impression of a pinch-tail dog in a hurry.

He was indifferent for once, stood up and left without paying attention, Lu Yi considered for a moment, and chose the latter between "walking with Tang Zihao" and "helping people pick up books".

"Heh, he's very helpful. You can help him, Lu Yi." Tang Zihao's voice was imperceptible.

It wasn't until Lu Yi took care of it, and Xu Hong thanked him repeatedly, that he realized that Tang Zihao had disappeared.

Deng Zhi rushed back to school in the early morning cold wind, and was sleeping soundly in the dormitory at the moment.

Tang Zihao kicked the door that was blowing the lamp and pulling the wax, and swiftly ended its career as a door leaf.

He didn't intend to go to class, even though it was Monday.He has experienced all of these, and he has also attended the lessons that should be taught.It's okay to remember the demerits, anyway, as long as you die again, the small punishments and the big warnings are like nothing.

He had this feeling like never before—not afraid of death.

Anyway, if you die, you can come back to life. What's the point of repeating the same thing all the time?

Lu Yi stepped on the door and entered.

Tang Zihao still remembered the glorious deeds of him helping Xu Hong pick up books, so he covered his head under the quilt and ignored him.

Lu Yi hesitated for a while, then approached silently.

"Zihao, we..."

"That's it again," came a muffled voice from under the quilt, "You're going to change shifts, are you going to treat me to a break-up meal?"

The author has something to say: check in at double shifts on weekends, everyone has a happy life!

I'm going to class tomorrow and I'm pretending to be happy :-)

☆, heart has Liaoyuan

"Extraordinary, super big news outside C, big news that just came out, thank you, little master, the newspaper costs two yuan a piece."

Tang Zihao was lying on a chair in the park, with a half-eaten candied haws in his mouth, and his stomach was full of bad water with a disheveled face.

He said to Deng Zhi who was beside him: "That kid Xiang Xing went out again to show off his face. Hey, Xiang Xing, come here for me. Come here."

Xiang Xing successfully sold a newspaper, and ran over with a stack half as tall as a person.

"What are you doing?" Tang Zihao squinted his eyes, "What kind of half-ancient peddling, nonsense, are you here to sell things? I think you are here to sing an opera."

"Brother Tang, take a look." He sent his hand out naturally, but Tang Zihao stopped him mercilessly the next moment.

"The smell of this ink makes my eyes hurt, you boy, take it away from me." Tang Zihao cooperated with his hand movements after speaking, and slapped his nose with his hand, and the whole face was capitalized with "dislike".

Deng Zhi put his eyes on the mobile phone like a wooden man.

Tang Zihao ignored him directly, and said sternly, "What the hell? Niannian."

A treacherous expression flashed across Xiang Xing's face.

"I kicked you tortoise to death..."

"Don't, don't, Brother Tang, I'll read it. Cough cough."

Xiang Xing squeezed his throat and let out a sharp eunuch's voice: "On the evening of October 2018, 10, Beijing time, on the wind and rain sports field outside C, a wretched uncle coughed..."

It seemed that his skin was itchy, Tang Zihao gave him a kick as he wished, and kicked a vague shoe print.

Tang Zihao: "Do you have an automatic coding device installed in your brain? What is it?"

Xiang Xing's face wrinkled into a steamed stuffed bun, and in an instant he was full of vigor and concluded: "A wretched|wretched uncle forcibly kissed a boy in the business school on the playground."

Tang Zihao showed a pleasant smile: "That's good, I thought someone was raped|fucked. Rites and music are broken, and the poisonous sting of an open mind is really hard to escape."

Before he finished talking, he witnessed the thin snowflakes falling in front of his eyes, which happened to land on his candied haws.

There should be an itchy flesh on Deng Zhi's head, and he is currently sifting chaff over Tang Zihao like crazy.Xiang Xing was afraid that the latter would tie him up with a bamboo stick pierced with a gourd, so he quickly sliced ​​him open with his claws.

Tang Zihao silently threw the candied haws in the grass.

Deng Zhi's sense of existence has always been pitifully low, so low that Tang Zihao didn't even bother to vent his anger on him.

Tang Zihao: "Business school? Or a boy? Are you sure the school newspaper reporter doesn't have any tumors in his eyes? Did he wear glasses when he went out?"

Xiang Xing pinched his chin and thought deeply: "This kind of thing is not fake."

"Oh, that's it. That's interesting. What happened next?"

Xiang Xing put on a serious and dignified look.

"What else can I do? If the dry wood sees a raging fire, it's probably caught. No one in this age group can withstand provocation, right?"

Tang Zihao was silent with a smile on his lips, his eyes told him: You are fucking farting!

He has not been to class for several days.

He wandered around the campus like a ghost, and when people were reading books, he would pick up fruits under the ginkgo trees on both sides of Tongtian Avenue.

Under the control system of the French department, this attitude and style of ignoring authority is completely digging its own grave.

The head of the department, the counselor, and the teachers seem to have put him on the blacklist. In just a few days, his reputation has spread all over almost the entire campus. From what others think of him, it seems that his end is approaching.

However, he just turned into a naive three-year-old child, split the ginkgo shell from the middle, then cleaned out the smelly and spoiled pulp inside, and put the shells into his glove box like collecting shells.

To describe him as bohemian would be an understatement.

Who is bohemian by skipping class to do what a bratty boy does?

But Tang Zihao did it without distractions, it can be said that he was completely immersed in it.

As for the job of distributing the school newspaper, he was extremely bored and looking for it. The position was just short of people and there was no threshold. He had enough time and passed without an interview.

It's just that people like him have too many calluses, and now they are trying to make up for the sweetness they haven't eaten by any means.So pampered, he entrusted this sacred task to his little follower, euphemistically saying: "Establish a long-term and stable cooperative relationship with the superior."

Xiang Xing stretched out his hand and waved in front of his dull eyes: "Brother Tang, what do you care about?

"Damn, you're the only one who is yy." He jumped up from the chair, "The two old men are so good at yy. Is I so wretched|wretched? Hey, how many copies have you sold in total?"

Xiang Xing proudly stretched out five fingers: "This number."

"ten bucks?"

"correct."

"It's okay. Enough for a meal."

Xiang Xing was very puzzled by this: "Brother Tang, skipping class every day just to earn money for a meal, it's too unfair."

Taking advantage of his height, Tang Zihao squinted at him: "None of your business. Keep working, I'm leaving."

"Where to go?"

"Go to Peiying Building for a stroll."

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The so-called Peiying building is a special teaching building for the elite class, and it is one of the places where Lu Yi shuttles between three o'clock and one line during the day.

The Peiying building gathers elites from many small language groups, and the teachers are strong, and they still provide one-on-one tutoring.

The places where rich people study are different. Even if they are in the same school, the gap is clear at a glance.

As soon as Tang Zihao reached the first floor, he was stared straight at by a security guard glaring at King Kong. After a body search, he was released upstairs.

He is a country pheasant, and he rarely visits high-end shopping malls, but he feels that the level of this place is no less than any shopping mall he has visited.

Uh, except, it’s just that the atmosphere is a bit bad-except for the idiots who study hard, and the idiots who want to teach.

He will never empathize with the so-called "the book has its own Yan Ruyu, and the book has its own golden house".

He swaggered up the elevator to the tenth floor.

When I got out of the elevator, I ran into Lu Yi.

The latter remained calm and said nonchalantly, "Why are you here?"

"The boss has a routine inspection, where does the boy want to go?"

Before he could answer, Tang Zihao dragged him into the elevator. God destined to give him a chance to argue, and there was no one else to squeeze him during the rush hour.

Tang Zihao still remembered the matter of Lu Yi picking up books for Xu Hong last time. He couldn't swallow his breath, and he couldn't find a suitable excuse to ask for an apology. In the end, he had to say, "Take me to dinner."

Lu Yi is rich and powerful, so he immediately agreed.

He grew up in Xinjiang, and he just returned from junior high school. His parents stayed with him for less than half a year, and then he went there to do business again. Tang Zihao didn't ask about the specifics. According to common sense, he should be selling cotton.

He never mentioned the names of his parents, nor did he make a phone call in front of others. What he had was only a steady stream of balances on his bank card—something Tang Zihao never dared to ask for extravagantly.

Tang Zihao can only watch others spend as he pleases, and at the same time imagine that one day he will be able to pay without restraint.

It's just that Lu Yi has a lot of homework, so after ordering and paying for his food, he quickly ate a few mouthfuls, and went to listen to those old-fashioned professors' blind bb again.

Girls outside C are big heads, and this is also an eternal law in Peiying Building.

The professor pushed his wisdom glasses, held the ancient ruler in one hand, and watched Lu Yi's voice become a bellows with the corner of his mouth hanging.

Not to mention how distressed the girls in the classroom were when they saw it.

Lu Yi went straight to the most inconspicuous corner, only to find that someone had put milk and bread to occupy a seat there.

But there were people sitting in other positions as well.

The girl in front turned her head, her face turned red like a monkey's butt, she pointed at the milk bread, indicating that it was her, and urged Lu Yi to sit down.

The latter returned the milk and bread to her in public with a sinking face, and then pulled out the chair and sat down.

He didn't hear it, but for only two seconds, there was a sigh of relief around him.

All wolf-like gazes were cast in this direction, and it was still a female wolf.They think they have a chance.

The professor uttered a series of obscure and difficult quotes in a disillusioned tone, and finally sighed out of conscience: "Student Lu, I am really worried about your EQ."

It's just that Lu Yi, who was born with a lack of emotional intelligence, didn't realize that something was wrong.

The girl who bought things for him shrugged her shoulders and wiped her nose, swallowing the salty water from her eyes.He had the right to be blind and get away with it.

After six busy hours, the curtain kicked off with the ringing of the bell.

Soon, the sun was setting, night fell, and the day ended.

Learning is like keeping a running account, going round and round, every day.And those young girls who were vying for him to throw themselves into his arms did not arouse his interest at all.

There are many of them with excellent body and face, such as the sister of the new announcer, the cosplayer who is obsessed with Sailor Moon, and even a pseudo-mother like Lan Qiaoqiao, to name a few.

But he just wasn't interested in such a life.

Lu Yi seemed to be infatuated, he didn't hear anything outside the window, and he would stand against it when the sky fell, and he was so quiet.In fact, he has a Liaoyuan in his heart where thousands of horses can gallop, but the horse and the reins are tied tightly by him, and the horseman he is waiting for has not yet come.

Many people appear to be surrounded by everyone on the stage, but in fact they are alone, and what is concealed is their inherent embarrassment and cowardice.

He passed through the black crowd, and was soon knocked off his glasses by a hand.

Then that hand caught the falling spectacle frame neatly and gracefully in the air very quickly.

Tang Zihao puzzled and said, "Lu Yi, I don't understand. Why do you keep wearing spectacle frames if you're not nearsighted? Is it because you have money and have no place to use it?"

Lu Yi's heartbeat suddenly stopped for a moment.

The author has something to say: cut and roll

☆, doomsday

The stars and the moon are shining together, the night sky is like a black brocade, and the trails in the small forest outside the Peiying Building are winding like sheep's intestines, and you can't see the end at a glance.

A drunken middle-aged uncle staggered on his feet, tilted his head, fell firmly on the aisle, turned over on his side, and fell asleep.

Lu Yi and Tang Zihao passed by side by side, just in time to see this scene.

The former frowned, stepped forward to observe silently, and then said calmly, "Ajie?"

It turned out that this was not a middle-aged uncle, but Liu Jie, whose beard made him look older because of his slovenliness.

Tang Zihao thought about Lan Qiaoqiao, who was half-male and not-female—could he have broken up with him, and came out to drink away his worries?

Liu Jie hummed, his chest heaved a few times, the waves rolled in his throat, and he almost vomited.

Lu Yi poked Liu Jie on the forehead with hatred, and hugged Liu Jie in the way of a princess.

At the same time, his tone was as cold as the stainless steel railings in the cold winter months: "Go and buy some drinks."

Tang Zihao was stunned for a few seconds before realizing what he said to himself, and glared at Liu Jie angrily, but he didn't verbally retaliate, and went shopping in a fit of anger.

Lu Yi's ambiguous action once aroused the imagination of passers-by. He didn't comment on their behavior of watching the play, and took Liu Jie to the dormitory.

The roommates were startled when they entered the door.

First of all, Xiang Xing, he noticed Liu Jie's unpleasant face at first glance, and immediately shivered from the wind behind him.

Lan Qiaoqiao was addicted to endless dramas and snacks, and was separated from her sight by the powdery bed curtain, so she didn't notice it for the time being.

Deng Zhi and Jiang Siyuan were practicing blind typing with their computers in their hands. They couldn't keep their tongues down, and with a shake of their hands, they deleted all the words they just typed.