lost year

".....Hey, bro?? Wake up..."

"Old Zhang will vomit blood if you don't get up again..."

In the back row of the classroom, a boy couldn't bear the murderous intent coming from the podium. He quietly lowered his head, stretched out his hand bravely, and poked Yan Xiao who was sitting next to him, who was sleeping in the dark, with a pen, trying to wake him up with a low voice. .

"When is this? Are you still able to sleep?!" On the podium, the students in the front row were spitting, while protecting their foreheads, while watching the chalk in the hands of the half-bald head teacher fly towards the back row of the classroom.

"Hiss..." The boy on the seat was hit with precision.

But he didn't raise his head immediately. Instead, he reached out and patted his gray hair, rubbed his face, and then slowly stood up.

There are not many high school boys as tall as him, so when he stood up, the window beside him and the desk in front of him seemed to become miniature.

Probably because it was a little uncomfortable to sleep on my stomach just now, and when I stood up, I stretched my neck casually.

Then, before the head teacher's anger was about to erupt, he smiled and said, "Teacher, I was a little late writing that set of comprehensive papers yesterday, and I accidentally fell asleep just now, I'm sorry."

The typical homeroom teacher who was about to catch him opened his mouth, and the angry reprimand turned into suspicion,

"Oh? How much did you write? Bring it up and show me."

Yan Xiao leaned over, and took out a stack of nailed test papers from the desk that said "Regular questions for compulsory physics exams in the college entrance examination". He stretched his long legs and strode towards the podium.

The man didn't seem to feel that the whole class was looking at him.

Especially girls.

Among other things, just that ordinary blue-gray school uniform, for some reason it fits him very well and looks very good-looking. A face that can't be corrected by plastic surgery.

Along the way, I don't know how many furtive looks at him have been harvested.

The teacher in charge quickly finished the set of comprehensive papers he had just handed out yesterday.

It was indeed finished, and most of them were correct. A dozen test papers were written in one night.

This guy's academic performance is usually average, but it's a surprise for him to work so hard and improve so much when the college entrance examination is approaching.

He was already a very smart kid, and if his grades were raised a bit, it would not be impossible to get a good grade in the exam.

"Ahem~" He couldn't help but cleared his throat.

"Well, it's a good thing to do the questions seriously, but it can't affect your sleep time, and it can't affect your study in class... Well, it's done well. I'll tell you about the mistakes. Now You go back to class first..."

The corners of Yan Xiao's mouth curled up, and he turned back to his seat.

He has been doing crazy scrolling these past two days.

It seems that only in this way can I feel that I have really come back.

Now I am surrounded by piles of endless test papers and question books.

Instead of one plan after another and reports.

Returning to his seat, he lazily moved the chair back to the wall behind him, his long legs could barely be straightened, and the roar of the class teacher was still resounding in the classroom,

"The college entrance examination is coming soon! Now is the sprint stage, the sprint stage!" Lao Zhang slapped the table vigorously, "Listening to the teacher's problem solving requires efficiency! Doing the questions by yourself requires accuracy! We need scores from the norms, and grades from the details! …”

Yan Xiao glanced at the classmates who were yawning or struggling hard in the classroom, and then looked at Lao Zhang, who was not completely bald at the moment and was teaching everyone with grief, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up again rise.

He would no longer feel that the old man's nagging was breaking people down.

It feels so damn good to be back.

The third year of high school was under a lot of pressure. Today was Saturday, and the teachers also used it to allow flexible classes. Day students could go home after class, and evening self-study at the boarding school got nine o'clock. Yan Xiao lived close to his home, so he was always a day student.

As soon as the teacher walked out of the classroom, he threw the schoolbag on his shoulders, and there were several math problem books in it for tonight.

A boy in the classroom called him, "Aren't you going to play today?"

Yan Xiao turned his head and glanced at the other party.

He has never participated in the high school reunion, and has not seen this group of high school classmates for too many years. In the past two days, when someone talks to him, he always forgets the other party's name.

The boy was a little confused by him, and pointed to the basketball under his chair, "Didn't you agree to play today last week?"

Yan Xiao remembered.

This guy's name is Liu Hao, a boy who often played with me in high school, I heard that after graduation he went to a sports school, and later became a physical education teacher in a certain elementary school, and after he went to S city, everyone's social circle was very different No, no more contact.

In fact, I really want to go to the playground to have a hearty game, but I don't have time.

Yan Xiao was not without regrets.

I could only smile at Liu Hao, "I have something to do today, so I won't fight."

Then he put one hand in his pocket and hooked his schoolbag with the other, and left the classroom gracefully.

The entire first floor of the teaching building is elevated, and the wide and long corridor is a large column every ten meters. Under the column, there are wooden rest chairs. Usually, the chairs are full of students taking a rest during the large class breaks.

This weekend, the students in the first and second grades did not go to school, and the corridors seemed much empty than usual, but there were still some students who had not left school talking and chatting in the corridors.

Behind the column, a few girls half encouraged and half booed pushed a girl with short hair out, facing Yan Xiao who was walking up.

A few boys who saw this scene in the distance whistled a few times, and the girl's face flushed instantly.

Then he no longer dared to look up.

The hand that handed out the card was even more trembling.

Yan Xiao didn't even look at it, he made a slight wrong step and passed the girl.

Speaking of his high school career, his high school career was really wonderful. In those two years, there were many things at home, and his mood was not good every day.

But girls who can't stand it like him like this.

Receiving love letters happens every so often, and the number of times is too high, and rejection has become a habit.

No, the state of mind has not yet fully returned to the boyhood, and the body has become accustomed to responding naturally.

After walking a few steps, he stopped suddenly, then turned to look at the short-haired girl.

Before the girl could take back the hand delivering the letter, she saw her crush looking at her.

The girl's eyes widened.

The students who saw this scene in the corridor almost held their breath.

Yan Xiao suddenly said, "What's your name?"

"Zhang... Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiaorui..." The short-haired girl was both surprised and happy, her tongue was tense as if it was knotted, and her delicate face was so red that it was almost bleeding.

Yan Xiao nodded, turned his head and continued walking, only stretched out his hand in his trouser pocket and waved back at the girl——

"If you have time to write these things, why not think about the exam next month..."

The cool back quickly disappeared around the corner, and the short-haired girl stood blankly holding the pink card that she couldn't hand out.

She was obviously rejected, but how could she hear a hint of kind advice from Yan Xiao's words?

Not far from the left side of the school gate is the bus stop, and there are many students who have just finished school standing under the stop sign.

Yan's car was parked in a temporary parking space a little in front of the bus stop.

Yan Xiao didn't go that way either, he reached out to hail a taxi, and got in.

After telling the driver his destination, he took out the cigarette case from the inner layer of his schoolbag, opened it, took out a cigarette with a faint mint smell, and put it in his mouth.

The driver in front glanced at him in the rearview mirror.

"Drive your car." Yan Xiao said lightly.

The mint smell of cigarettes lingered in his nostrils, and the unknown fire in his heart seemed to be cooled down a lot, his face couldn't help but look better, and he spoke to the driver in a better tone, "I won't smoke in your car, don't worry. "

The driver, who was just surprised at the familiar smoking posture of this student, hurriedly withdrew his eyes and drove on the road honestly.

After driving for a while, I started to feel strange——

Why?Why didn't I dare to say anything just now?

He's obviously just a high school student who wants to smoke secretly, why is his eyes and demeanor so scary?

The car was very quiet, Yan Xiao was smoking a cigarette, and his heart gradually calmed down.

The short-haired girl just now, whose appearance hasn't changed much after more than ten years, left after quietly worshiping in front of his mourning hall, but cried in the car with swollen eyes after getting in the car.He had no idea who she was.But he is still very grateful to those who can come all the way to see him off after his death.

The car accident that happened was extremely tragic, and he died on the spot.

But his consciousness did not disappear for a long time.

He saw the driver of the large truck that caused the accident get out of the car and smoked a cigarette calmly. He made sure that everyone in the car was dead before calling the police. He saw the ambulance rushing to carry out the driver and his body from the severely deformed commercial vehicle. , saw the faces of all walks of life at his funeral, and also saw the night after the funeral, in the office on the top floor of the company, his long-time best friend and partner, smiling and kissing his crying fiancée.

Being betrayed was actually not something that made him feel too uncomfortable.This is a world of the jungle.

It's just that he couldn't help gritting his teeth when he thought about how long those two people had gotten along with each other, and how long he had been a fool in the eyes of others.

So even if he is reborn now, everything can start from scratch, but when he thinks about what happened in his previous life, he has to try his best to hide his cold face.

The car detoured on the road for a long time and finally stopped outside a small shop selling second-hand computers in the old city. Yan Xiao took a 100 yuan note from his wallet and handed it to the driver, "Wait here, I'll be out in a while."

Then he opened the door and got out of the car, and entered the small shop.

The driver took the money, and An An began to wait for him with peace of mind.

After a while, Yan Xiao came out with a file bag in his hand.

The car continued to drive to another destination.

When Yan Xiao stepped into the big iron gate of his villa, his father happened to walk out of it with a livid face. When he saw him, he didn't say much, but waved him to quickly enter the house, and then drove away with a sullen expression on his face.

Yan Xiao touched his chin and walked into the room.

Well, this should be the time when his father's real estate in the new urban area is still in trouble.

The company's capital chain is tight, and the mistress who just gave birth to twins outside is clamoring every day to become a regular.

No wonder the constipated look on his face.

The author has something to say: the article has been opened.

Many types of essays can’t be opened, and you don’t have to chase after me for pornographic essays. In the current environment, it’s basically impossible to write that kind of essays. You can only write about family stories, campus romances, and horror dramas. la~~

Since it's an essay about making up numbers, I want to try something I haven't written before, so this time I will write a pure love essay.

This is the first time I’ve written this type of writing, please bear with me if you’re not used to it, Tao Tao’s writing style is hypocritical and the plot is bloody, I don’t rule out the possibility of rolling sky thunder that will make everyone’s chrysanthemums tight, if you are struck by lightning, please stop in time But don't scold me~~

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