Take down that Alpha school grass

In the two weeks after returning to school, Lin Moci has been busy preparing for the final exam. He is never late for self-study every morning and evening, even before going to bed at night, he has to supplement himself with extra exercises.

Chen Weiwan often gave him lectures during the evening self-study. In order not to affect others, they all passed the note, because the desk was next to the wall on the window side, and the note could be passed from the left side by just reaching out. Pass it under the desk to the opponent's hand.

The two of them have been studying in this state of one teaching and the other asking questions for a few days, until Chen Weiwan took the note with a normal mind one day, but saw that Lin Moci read his answer and returned to the sentence " Thank you, Teacher Chen~".

There are also two love hearts and a bed drawn underneath.

Chen Weiwan's original mentality of studying firmly like an old monk in meditation immediately deviated 180 degrees.

He replied on it: Xiao Lin, do you want to learn something else?I just don't know whether I dare to practice after learning.

Lin Moci took the note back, smirked behind his back, cleared his throat again and pretended to be serious, took a pen and wrote a sentence and handed it back to him: I am very obedient, I will do what Teacher Chen teaches.

After Chen Weiwan took back the note, his upright posture froze for a moment.

Following this sentence, he directly stretched his imagination to the future bed.

They discussed shamelessly in other fields in the classroom where there was only the sound of doing questions, and it seemed to be the same to others, but only the two of them could know the secret growing love.

Being sneaky like this made the topic they were discussing even more explicit.

The person in front passed the note back again, and Lin Moci unfolded it and read on it: I hope Xiao Lin can do the same when he actually does it.

The tone seemed serious, but both of them knew what they were doing. Lin Mo's speech was not strong enough, and he blushed first.He folded the note and put it back in his pocket, but reached out his hand to the edge of the table against the wall. Chen Weiwan went back to get it, but he didn't find the note, but he touched Lin Moci's hand.

Both hands were hot, Lin Moci tentatively intertwined his fingers one by one, and they sat one after the other, each pretending to be serious, with their right hand rustling writing, and their left hand But it hides the secret of a young love affair.

Even Chen Weiwan, who was able to solve problems even when the sky was falling, couldn't help but get distracted by such holding hands.

After quietly holding each other for a while, Chen Weiwan gradually played with Lin Moci's hand, causing the other party's original serious notes to gradually crooked.

The words written by Lin Moci gradually drifted along with his thoughts—"Here, firstly, the original function is separated by the method of separating variables...then...and hold hands...five times...the last time was when we slept together... ..I don’t know when I will be able to sleep late again next time...I hope he will be cured soon..."

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"Aren't you already with him? Why are you still working so hard?"

In PE class on Friday, Song Qingchu asked Lin Moci who was still frowning and covering his ears with history questions.

"Actually, I've been studying hard and thought about some things clearly." Lin Moci leaned back, leaning against the steps, and reviewed the big questions he had just memorized in his mind, "I'm very touched that he let me pass the exam. , but I don't want to keep my head empty and I can't understand what he's thinking when I'm around him, I don't like that."

Song Qingchu looked at Li Wenyuan who was still playing happily under the basketball hoop, and suddenly felt that even Lin Moci was working hard, and if she didn't work hard, she would really become like Li Wenyuan.

Seeing Li Wenyuan jumping with the ball as excited as a husky, Song Qingchu shuddered and woke up instantly, snatching another piece of information from Lin Moci's hand: "Split it to me."

Zhang was also reading at the same time, and when he heard their conversation, he couldn't help but stop writing and looked at Lin Moci in relief, "Xiao Linzi really changed a lot after being together with Chen Xiaocao."

Lin Moci saw a math problem in Zhang's hand, took a quick look at it, and said triumphantly, "I know this problem. I have it in my notebook. I'll show it to you."

Zhang thanked him, and when he took the book and opened the corresponding page, he almost threw the book out, and threw out his eyeballs by the way.

The words "sleeping together" filled his mind.

After being shocked for a long time, he said to Lin Mo: "Xiao Linzi...that...you...school grass...you..."

Looking at his expression, Lin Moci suddenly remembered what was recorded in the notebook, and immediately snatched it back and viciously covered it: "I'll go back and tell you, don't read this."

Zhang Mouba had to read it, for fear of turning over and seeing more terrifying descriptions, he continued to look at his poor math test paper, and thought of another question in order to change the subject.

"Xiao Linzi, do you want to choose liberal arts or science classes in the future?"

When Lin Moci heard him ask this question, he also put down the test questions and struggled with his pen for a while: "I haven't figured it out yet."

In fact, judging from his grades, it is likely that he has an advantage in choosing science, but in terms of learning preferences, he prefers to study literature, and besides that, he is more worried that Chen Weiwan doesn't like the direction he chose.

"In fact, I think there is not much difference in your scores in arts and sciences. If you don't know which subject to choose, you can think about what you want to do in the future and choose according to that direction." Zhang reminded him, "For example, I want to be a history researcher in the future. , it is best to study literature."

What do you want to do in the future?

Lin Moci looked up at the long white clouds.

The summer of No. [-] Middle School is full of cicadas, shaded by greenery, steaming in the wind, and mixed with the footsteps of different students running in different directions. The exuberant summer is no match for the vigorous vitality of high school students. The red plastic runway is like A giant intersection.

In the teenage years, everything is unknown.

He closed his eyes and imagined his future self.

Doctors, lawyers, scholars, bank staff... Various images flashed one after another, and he completely denied them.

Will not work.

When those things were in front of him, none of them could excite him. When he saw himself doing that kind of work in his imagination, he felt lifeless like a walking dead.

"It's over..." Lin Moci's heart twitched, and he grasped the test questions tightly, "I may be the kind of salted fish without dreams."

Song Qingchu: "It's not possible, you should think about it."

"Don't you all have dreams?" Lin Moci asked resolutely, "Sister Song, do you have dreams too? Do you have them for nothing?"

"Baibai has always wanted to study medicine, but I want to study law." Song Qingchu looked at him and said.

Lin Moci looked at Li Wenyuan who was sweating profusely on the court, and finally struggled: "Where's Brother Li?"

"Game planner." Song Qingchu said.

People like Li Wenyuan have dreams, and this is the last straw that crushes Lin Moci.

He was deeply frustrated, and for a moment he felt that his life was like a desert.

Just like that, when school was over, Chen Weiwan saw him sitting blankly on the seat thinking about something, and stretched out his hand to cover his notebook: "What are you thinking about?"

"Think about life." Lin Moci looked up at Chen Weiwan sullenly, "After the summer vacation, we will be in the second year of high school, and we will be able to distinguish between arts and sciences."

Chen Weiwan sat back on his seat, took off his glasses and wiped them slowly: "What do you want to choose?"

Lin Moci scratched his head: "I don't know, I...I don't want to be separated from you, why don't you tell me what you want to choose?"

"Don't worry about me." Chen Weiwan reminded him, "You have to think about what you want to do."

Lin Moci thought about it for a while. In fact, he knew that from the current route Chen Weiwan had chosen, he would most likely choose science.

"The problem is, I don't have anything I want to do." Lin Moci felt ashamed, "I'm a salted fish without dreams."

"This will take time." Chen Weiwan smiled a little, "But you'd better think about it before the summer vacation. The summer camp I registered for you will be divided according to arts and sciences once you enter."

Lin Moci nodded, packed his schoolbag for a while, his thoughts were very confused, he thought to go to the secret base with Chen Weiwan, but was stopped by Chen Weiwan.

Chen Weiwan explained: "I'm going to my sister's company this week."

Seeing that he didn't want to share the same bed with him recently, Lin Moci thought that the other party was looking for a reason, reached out and held his hand, slipped into his clothes along the loose sleeve of the school uniform, his fingers were like a hook Like a small snake, he clung to his forearm and hinted: "Don't you like to sleep with me? Could it be that my snoring and talking in my sleep disturbed you last time?"

With one sleeve covering two people's hands, Chen Weiwan felt that Lin Moci had become more courageous recently, so he stroked his hair with the other hand and coaxed, "No, you're cute when you're asleep."

When the other party blushed a little from his boast, he explained seriously: "It's just that something happened to the accounts of my sister's company these few days. Let me help her look it up. It's a bit complicated."

Hearing that he really had such a serious business, Lin Moci could only sigh and go home by himself.

Since he slept with Chen Weiwan some time ago, Chen Weiwan has been extremely busy every Saturday and Sunday. Sometimes he went to the company, sometimes to the clinic, and sometimes he was busy with questions. No end.

Today's "everyone has a dream except me" incident dealt a great blow to Lin Moci. He looked at the streets full of people along the way, and felt that he was dazzled by those colorful street lamps, and his life became confused.

Some people pass by in a hurry with suits, leather shoes and black bags;

All walks of life, all kinds of beings.

But no matter what he brought in, Lin Moci felt that it was not the place he wanted to go.

The more he thought about it, the worse his mood became, until he strayed into a familiar alley following his previous problems.

The alley was dimly lit and there were few people. After Lin Moci took a few steps, he was suddenly slapped on the shoulder by someone.