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Caller ID.

Jiang Yu.

Yu Zhou frowned instantly.

"A ghost calling? Such a bad expression." Song Chuan smiled.

"Almost," Yu Zhou sighed, and pressed the answer button, "Hello? What's the matter?"

"Do you still have money? Do you want to add money to your card?" A familiar female voice came, and the voice was indeed his mother's, but Yu Zhou couldn't believe the words and tone.

"...I have no money." Yu Zhou was a little skeptical about life, but he still didn't dare to ask more questions. He could only answer honestly.He mocked himself from the bottom of his heart, and he likes to play temper but has no capital to show his temper, so he can only bluff people every time.

Really weak chicken.

"Then I'll give you two thousand later."

"It doesn't need to be so much... a thousand is enough." Yu Zhou was a little flattered, he really wanted to ask Song Chuan if the sun rose in the west today.His hatred for Jiang Yu wavered a little.

"One thousand is enough... Give him two thousand." Yu Zhou heard his father's voice.

"Okay...then I'll hang up."

"En." Yu Zhou responded in a low voice.

It turned out that Yu Zhidong came back, and it turned out that it was because his father was by his side.

The flower that was about to bloom in his heart seemed to have been defeated all of a sudden.Sure enough, it's still acting, it's ridiculous, and I was... a little moved at that time.

"Are you all right?" Song Chuan saw that Yu Zhou's expression was a little bit wrong, and he guessed that the person who came just now was not kind.

"It's good." Yu Zhou rubbed his sore shoulders, "My mother is going to send me some money."

"That's pretty good, you." Song Chuan laughed.

Yeah, it's pretty good.

Yu Zhou didn't want to answer the phone anymore, he didn't want to continue this topic, and when he thought of his own home, he felt distraught and restless, irritated, helpless, wronged, and all kinds of bad memories rushed to his heart.

Sometimes he is really envious of other people's parents, with a smile on his face and tenderness in his eyes.

But Jiang Yu seemed to hide a knife in his eyes every time he looked at him.

He really didn't know why Jiang Yu hated him so much.Is it my mother?Yes, yes, it is indeed my own.

But after so long, he began to doubt this fact subtly in his heart.

If only I could get rid of them sometime.

Just like a bird can fly freely in the sky.

—

"Leader Song, have you chosen the subject yet?" Li Mengyue walked over carelessly, bent over, and tapped Song Chuan's head with her index finger: "I can't wait to start researching the subject."

Song Chuan rubbed his head and smiled: "I think you just want to avoid studying."

The head teacher is more conscientious, and stipulates that during the completion of the project, there is no need to write the homework that cannot be finished.

But for Li Mengyue, there are only two things: writing and not writing, and she is decisively inclined to the latter.

"What subject do you think you should choose?" Song Chuan suddenly turned his head and asked his deskmate.

Yu Zhou stopped writing, a little confused: "Huh?"

Song Chuan smiled and stretched out his hand to hook Yu Zhou's nose: "Problem, what do you think we are suitable for?"

Yu Zhou looked at Li Mengyue's smiling face, feeling a little helpless.

"I don't know, I think as long as it's practical." Yu Zhou said.

"What is the actual standard?" Song Chuan asked again.

Li Mengyue snorted and said, "It can be done. For example, I think the theoretical ones are fine. The team leader is not suitable for this type, and the practical ones are more suitable for you."

Song Chuan pointed at her: "Who are you mocking? Do I look like the kind of stupid big guy with a simple mind and well-developed limbs?"

"No, no, I'm just talking about reality," Li Mengyue said with a smile, "but it's okay to have Master Yu Zhou doing theoretical research."

Why do they all think I'm awesome?Yu Zhou was speechless.

My monthly exam is only in the twenties, sister...

Li Mengyue glanced at Yu Zhou, and saw his thoughts: "Because Yu Zhou is reliable, isn't he, a calm man..."

Song Chuan pushed her away in time before Li Mengyue could babble.

"Look, there's more bullshit than me," Song Chuan sat down and said to Yu Zhou, "Actually, I'm still very good in comparison, handsome, tall and..."

"It's half a catty," Yu Zhou said.

"Choose this one," Yu Zhou put the topic selection reference list in front of Song Chuan, and one of them was circled by Yu Zhou, "The study of student consumption is quite simple, and you don't need to use any brains. It’s easy to write, and it’s good to go directly to the survey in the form of a questionnaire.”

Song Chuan glanced at him in surprise, and laughed: "Very thoughtful, indeed a calm man..."

"Shut up." Yu Zhou raised his eyebrows.

"Okay," Song Chuan smiled, "Then do you have the confidence that we will be number one?"

Yu Zhou was a little strange: "Mr. Fang, the researcher of this subject, didn't say that there will be a ranking?"

"No," Song Chuan raised the corner of his mouth, "We want to be the best group in the invisible, and we want to prove that the two of us add up to one hundred and eight."

Yu Zhou looked at him deeply with the eyes of "Are you an idiot? Your family doesn't care how old you are".

Song Chuan also looked at Yu Zhou, held back for a long time and said: "Don't be greedy for my beauty, young man, study hard and focus on learning, we are the representatives of advanced youth..."

Yu Zhou felt that the blood in his whole body was trembling. It was the first time for him to look at a boy who was extremely flirtatious when he opened his mouth and shut his mouth. ...

frenzied.

you are not human.

"Please," Yu Zhou sighed sadly, "put your lip service on the business. You have such a solid skill in doing projects, I guarantee you will fly to the sky."

Song Chuan laughed.

The other groups have also started to set topics. You can tell how intense it is by hearing the chattering voice. It's already entered the lunch break and there is no tendency to stop.

"Stop it, be quiet! Take a good rest in recess class! In case some students in our class go to a meeting with Zhou after class..." Fang Bihua said standing at the door.

The whole class fell silent for an instant.

If you want to talk about who will be active in the rest class, Class [-] and [-] in high school will ask Song Chuan.

Yu Zhou glanced at Song Chuan who was sleeping in Zhengxiang, and couldn't help feeling sleepy, rubbed his neck and lay down on the table.

—

"You trash! Why are you so annoying!"

It was Jiang Yu's voice.

"Zhouzhou, you should be more sensible when you grow up, don't quarrel with your mother..."

Yu Zhidong.

Yu Zhou suddenly returned to a certain day when he was a child. He tripped and fell to the ground. Jiang Yu didn't take his hand to help him up, but stood beside him with folded arms and looked at him coldly, with a disgusted tone: "I can't walk anywhere. good."

He heard Jiang Yu's hysterical voice when he was arguing with him again.

"Get out! Don't come back if you have the ability! Just treat me like my mother! Just treat me like your mother | die!"

He heard Jiang Yu's pretentious tenderness and concern when he called him before.

It's so disgusting, I really want to escape, I really don't want to stay in this house.

He felt as if he had sunk into the bottom of the sea, and water was pouring into his lungs, suffocating, cold, and unable to breathe. When he stretched out his hands, there was darkness, only bone-cold sea water.

I keep sinking and sinking...

The feeling of suffocation is getting stronger and stronger.

Are you going to die?

Will there be no such troubles after death?

"Zhouzhou! It's time for class! Get up!"

Yu Zhou was woken up by Song Chuan on the front line of life and death. There were thin beads of sweat on his forehead, his face was a bit unwell, and his chest heaved greatly.

"What's wrong with you? Get some sleep..." Song Chuan sized him up, "Going to move bricks? Are you tired?"

Yu Zhou gave him a cold look.

"Just kidding, don't be angry..." Song Chuan took out a piece of paper and wiped off his sweat, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Yu Zhou looked at him and nodded hesitantly.

Song Chuan looked at him worriedly, and after a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "Don't be afraid..." Then he stretched out his hand to Lou Weizhou to hug him, and patted him on the back.

Yu Zhou was shocked.

Song Chuan was still shameless like an old mother while patting and whispering in his ear: "It's all right... don't be afraid, don't be afraid... the monsters and ghosts leave quickly..."

Before Yu Zhou rolled the words, Lao Li, who had stood on the podium for a few minutes, became angry, and shouted at the two of them, "What are you doing? Why are you still hugging and hugging after a few minutes of class?" Destroy the class style! Don't look at you two men, you can do whatever you want! Do you take my old Li seriously in broad daylight! Stop it!"

The whole class turned their attention to this pair of gluey people, and some boys even whistled.

Song Chuan let go, turned his head and looked at the glaring Lao Li with a smile: "Hey, Lao Li, don't talk nonsense, I'm helping my classmates."

Yu Zhou looked at Old Li Rudaoban innocently.

I am a victim thank you.

Lao Li looked at Yu Zhou for a while, and then yelled at Song Chuan: "Help my classmate! Who are you lying to! The 80-year-old grandma doesn't even believe you! Do you help your female classmates like this!"

The whole class burst into laughter.

Song Chuan was helpless.

"Start the class! Do you want to take this class after a few minutes of delay for each of you... Really... the current students..." Lao Li shook his head while turning the pages of the book.

Yu Zhou raised his lips slightly.

"You're still laughing." Song Chuan whispered.

The author has something to say:

Oh, I still haven't realized the plan for the fifth shift of the monthly leave... It's so sad that I have to go to class tomorrow, woo woo woo.

See you on New Year's Day.