let loose

"Laugh again, I think you're going to scratch a hole in this wall, why are you so happy?"

A male voice suddenly came from behind.The volume is not loud, very clear and mild.However, Song Mian was still taken aback, and turned around at a speed that even surprised him.

The man stood behind him, he was a man with a gentle temperament.Meticulous black hair that clung to the scalp, a well-crafted black suit, and genuine leather shoes that were polished to reflect the light.

"What do you think of Speed?" After a moment of silence, the man asked with a smile in his eyes.

"The game is very good." Song Mian was embarrassed and didn't quite understand the situation, but she still said truthfully: "It would be even better if it can be developed from the PC side to a mobile game. After all, mobile phones are more convenient than computers. It is also easy to take the subway or bus." I can play."

This is the truth. Speed ​​has become popular in recent years, but it has never launched an official mobile game. Instead, there are piles of pirated versions in various app stores.It is true that as a typical MOBA online game, the PC side can better manipulate the game characters, but in today's increasingly fast-paced social trends, the mobile side must be more convenient than the PC side.

For example, some students don't have to jump over the wall and go to an Internet cafe outside the school to play games.Going over the wall to go to the Internet cafe, the thrilling and exciting process is by no means less exciting than that of the characters in the game.

"I'm thinking about mobile games." The man nodded, didn't say anything to Song Mian, turned around and went to the other side, Song Mian vaguely heard him say: "We have to use Jingba's 3D technology to..."

……

It has been snowing for several nights in Shanghai this week.The campus is full of white snow, and the treetops in the corners have accumulated a lot.

It was early in the morning, just after dawn, more than 20 students from the sixth class of men's, women's and women's soccer teams carried brooms and shovels to the small playground in front of Mingde Building to sweep snow.

Um.At the beginning, it was indeed hard work to sweep the snow, pushing the small piles of white snow particles into big piles, and the air was full of the rustling sound of snow sweeping.

About 5 minutes after the accident, Zhang Jin and Peng Yang had a small quarrel over grabbing the broom. The two quarreled and attacked without a word, and had a snowball fight. On a few other irrelevant people, it got out of hand.The broom and shovel were thrown aside amidst whoops.

"Ah!" Just as Tian Xin picked up a ball of snow, he was hit head-on. The girl's skin was brittle, and the bridge of her nose turned red immediately, like an aggrieved clown in a circus.

She didn't hesitate for a moment, and the snow ball in her hand went straight to Zheng Qiran's face: "Stand Zheng Qiran! Put your nose out for me!"

"Slightly slightly slightly!" Zheng Qiran ran to the other side like a rabbit, making an annoying face: "You think I'm stupid—hey!"

"Ha!" Xu Xiao patted the snow off her hands twice, put one hand on her hips, and hummed, "You deserve it!"

"Ouch!"

At this time, Lin Pingping, who was afraid of the cold, was dressed in round clothes, with a bloated figure, and he walked with a pendulum. Finally, when he passed the flagpole, he stepped on the air, and his body slid half a meter forward due to inertia.

The butt printed a perfect peach shape and a half-meter-long ditch in the snow.

"Fuck! Hahahaha!"

The onlookers immediately burst into laughter, and the laughter became one piece in the empty and quiet campus playground.

boom--

As the broken snow fell to the ground, Jiang Zhou, who had been standing silently watching the battle by the old locust tree, felt a sharp pain on his forehead.

The girl who was just a few steps away from him exclaimed, her eyes widened, and she tremblingly said, "Yes, I'm sorry!"

"fine."

Jiang Zhou calmly patted his forehead and his hair was covered with snow, Jiang Zhou said without expression.

The boy has exquisite eyebrows and eyes, even though his face is cold and paralyzed, he still can't hide his good looks.

The girl's ears turned red quietly, her fingers clasped in front of her chest unconsciously twisted into a ball, her heart beat uncontrollably, beating for a long time.

"Sticking flowers and messing with grass."

Song Mian was sore again, mumbling secretly.

Where there is a first time there is a second time.Even if he just chooses to watch the battle from the sidelines, Jiang Zhou is naturally unable to survive the "battlefield" where "bullets and snow are flying".

The arms, hair, and face were hit again and again by snowballs flying from unknown directions.

"Fuck." Song Mian couldn't stand up anymore, bent down, pinched a snowball anywhere, and threw it at places where there were people.

As a result, it was crazy to play.Jiang Zhou couldn't hold back, so he could only watch this guy running around in the snow with a few boys in his class.

"Do whatever you want! Hurry up and go back to the classroom to go to class!"

Lao Huang, wearing a black coat, pressed over from the door on the first floor of Mingde Building, together with Director Li of the Academic Affairs Office.The two of them held a thermos cup in each hand, which was the daily life of middle-aged and elderly people.

Snapped--

Before the voice disappeared, Lao Huang fell silent. Someone threw a ball of snow on his ass.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Lao Li couldn't stop laughing all of a sudden, pointing at the wet spot on Lao Huang's buttocks, laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten up.

"Reverse! Reverse!"

Old Huang became angry with embarrassment: "Hurry up and go back to the classroom! Song Mian! Jiang Zhou! Zheng Qiran! You! And you! Xu Xiao! Hurry up and get out of the classroom!"

Ugh!

Hahaha!

run!

More than 20 students fled in all directions amidst the yells of a furious middle-aged man, and the laughter broke through the thin falling snow line and rushed to the sky.

"elder brother!"

While running, Song Mian rubbed against Jiang Zhou's side, and after a loud roar, he tightly grasped his skeletal wrist.

The boy's palm has the unique coldness of winter, which soaks into the bone through the flesh.The cold wind was blowing violently, but Jiang Zhou didn't struggle, and ran towards Fangqian with Song Mian.

Old Huang was probably really angry, and he chased forward several meters persistently.

Lao Li slowly unscrewed the lid of the thermos cup, and the hot air wafted out instantly. He took a sip of moistening tea slowly, and looked at the fresh life running in the distance with a smile.

They are clear, clean and uplifting teenagers.

After two weeks of intensive review, Senior One and Senior Two ushered in the last round of exams for this semester—the final exam.

Before the exam, Chu Xiaonan excitedly mobilized two classes, from the podium to the aisle: "Students, the final exam is coming soon. Time flies, and your high school career is officially over halfway here. Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared , At this stage, I hope that everyone will show their best form, go to fight, fight, and fly high! Try to get a high score and go home for the New Year!"

Driven by the class teacher, the atmosphere in the class was explosive and the discussion was passionate.

It is different from the monthly exam.The monthly exam is limited to the grade group of the school, while the half-term and final exams are for the whole city, and the rankings are calculated by the city as a unit.

Students in most elite schools care more about grades than appearance.The score is the "face".Coupled with the unique competitiveness of this age, the final exam has become a "cosmetic" for students to dress up.

"Accidentally getting fans" in the half-term exam is equivalent to a slump in appearance. The morale of the sixth class has been exhausted for more than half a month.

Song Mian couldn't be happy.

English listening was played on the radio, and the cold wind outside the window slammed on the doors and windows, making the classroom extremely quiet.He huddled in a corner, frowning, and unconsciously poked up the paper with the tip of the pen, poking out more than a dozen holes, large and small.

Someone in the examination room of another class handed in the papers ahead of time, and there was a faint voice at the end of the corridor, and the classroom was inexplicably noisy again.Song Mian's thoughts wandered, and the black pen hanging on her little finger fell to the ground with a thud.

"There's still half an hour left, the students who are in a daze quickly come back to their senses." The invigilator looked down at the time on his watch, and then pointedly glanced at Song Mian in the back row several times.

The pen is a gel pen bought for one yuan at the cafeteria canteen. Leaking ink and scratching the paper when writing.The fountain pen fell to the ground vertically, the tip of the pen broke off, the ink splashed, and Song Mian's shoes were stained with black ink.

Song Mian clicked her tongue irritably, lifted her schoolbag with her index finger and put it on her shoulder, put away the answer sheet with one hand, crushed the pen with one foot, and handed in the paper on the podium.

"I really have to leave tomorrow, can't I stay for two more days?"

Opening a bottle of canned Coke for Jiang Zhou, Song Mian spread her legs apart, stepped on a stone pier under the old locust tree, and stood with the other leg half bent. accompany me?"

The exam is only for two days, and Jiang Zhou will return to Beijing after the exam.

"My dad is here," Jiang Zhou said, staring down at Song Mian's trembling legs, "I'll go back with him tomorrow."

"Your father?" Song Mian's heart trembled twice, and she looked around furtively, and was startled when she saw a man in a suit standing on the notification board, for fear that Jiang Zhou's father would suddenly come from somewhere. Get out: "Where is it? Your dad has come to our school?"

Having kidnapped someone else's excellent son, Song Mian felt panicked and overwhelmed as if a useless boy was about to meet his boyfriend's parents.

"Not here yet." Seeing Song Mian's fingers resting on his legs unconsciously picking at the seam of his trousers, Jiang Zhou frowned: "Tonight's plane."

Song Mian didn't see Jiang Zhou off when he left.There are many passers-by in a hurry in the airport hall.Jiang Zhou used Hei Brick to send text messages to Song Mian.Considering that Jiang Zhou's father was around, Song Mian didn't dare to be too clingy, exchanged a few friendly words, and stopped talking for a while.

The flight took off from the airport at [-] noon on time, the cabin roared, accompanied by the warm sunshine behind the heavy clouds, the winter vacation officially began.

……

"Analyze the main part of this question first." On the screen, Jiang Zhou lowered his head slightly, with his eyelids half-drooped, writing and drawing on the paper, pursing his lips, with a serious expression: "For example, the time and background of the outbreak of this movement, what is it? The nature of the movement, what impact did it have on the subsequent French Revolution."

"Let me tick off a few key elements for you first, and you answer the questions according to the templates I mentioned yesterday."

In the final exam, Song Mian got eighth in grade and second in class.There are three subjects in literature and comprehensive subjects, with a total score of more than [-].

He himself didn't feel anything, but Jiang Zhou couldn't sit still.After the holiday, I took the initiative to make videos with Song Mian every day, and I spent two and a half hours lecturing during what should have been three hours of nasty time.

Song Mian stared at her boyfriend's tall nose for a while, then lay down on the desk and yawned bored.Turning the tip of the pen with one hand, taking advantage of Jiang Zhou's inattention, the left hand quickly swipe and pull the ipad outside the screen, which is in the blind spot of Jiang Zhou's vision.

"Put down the tablet." Jiang Zhou didn't look at the screen at all, turned the page of the test paper calmly, then picked up the pen and continued to write and draw: "Today there is an extra half hour."

Song Mian had just chopped more than a dozen fruits with a knife and got more than 100 points. Hearing this, he pouted instantly: "Brother~"

Jiang Zhou didn't even lift his eyelids, and was unmoved in the slightest.

"Brother~"

Jiang Zhou finally gave him a look.

"Dear~"

Jiang Zhou's eyes dodged back in an instant, but he still didn't say a word.

Across the two mobile phones, Song Mian's clear voice narrowed the current, making her ears numb.

"Brother—are you here to feel it?"

Song Mian scratched her chin and smiled slyly.

"……To shut up!"

Jiang Zhou muffled in anger, turned his head abruptly to one side, refused to look at the camera, and only showed Song Mian a firm side face and flushed ears.