Strawberry West Toast

The weekend passed by in a flash, and the aftermath of the summer vacation has not completely subsided, and the second week is here.

Although he and Pei Yiwei agreed to go to the classroom to endorse at 06:30, Wang Zhen couldn't get up the first day.Pei Yiwei yelled several times under the bed, Wang Zhen squinted his eyes and sat up, his mind still in a mess.

Adjusting the biological clock is a big project, and it is obviously impossible to do it overnight.Although Wang Zhen has made hard-working psychological construction, his body seems to disagree, and he must have a disagreement with his brain.

Dazed and rushing to the classroom, Wang Zhen opened the history textbook and read a few pages, his upper and lower eyelids began to fight, and after reading for a while, he slowly leaned his head on the book until there was a bang, and his head hit the wall , Wang Zhen was shocked and woke up suddenly.

Pei Yiwei: "..."

Pei Yiwei: "Let's drink coffee."

"What," Wang Zhen said, "this is only the second week?"

"This semester has eighteen weeks, and now it's one-ninth." Pei Yiwei said.

one ninth...

Wang Zhen had no idea about this number, but was a little surprised that Pei Yiwei's days were counted by week.Like him, the mid-term and end-of-term are generally used as time nodes.The days before the midterm exam are the most painful, because the semester has just started, and the end of the day seems to be endless, and the end of the midterm, time seems to start to speed up, and I look forward to the final exam every day. As soon as I handed in, I ran out of the examination room, and I will talk when I feel comfortable.

"There are still eight out of nine." Wang Zhen said.

Pei Yiwei put down the book and said, "Go to bed early tonight and get up early tomorrow."

"Okay." Wang Zhen put away the textbook.

Although he felt awkward, but in order to earn points, Wang Zhen went to the small shop to buy a few bottles of Nescafe coffee.This stuff was so sweet that Wang Zhen drank it until he felt nauseated. If he didn't think about the results of the test, he would immediately throw this low-quality saccharin-like thing into the trash.

"Oh," Jiang Yu looked at the empty bottle, "Drinking coffee this second week?"

"The buttocks are hanging on the beam," Wang Zhen glanced at him, "Don't bother."

"Where is Liang?" Jiang Yu looked at the ceiling.

Wang Zhen didn't bother to pay attention to him, and lowered his head to write the question, but Jiang Yu's butt might be on fire or something, he couldn't sit on the bench, he kept shaking his legs, and Wang Zhen could hear the table shaking half a meter away can see.

"Stop shaking, okay?" Wang Zhen said, "If you shake again, your legs won't be thin."

Not only will it not be thin, but it may also become thicker, but Jiang Yu's legs are already thick enough, so I don't think he is afraid of this.

"I/Fuck," Jiang Yu was dumbfounded, "You're quite an arrogant scumbag."

"Heh." Wang Zhen sneered in response.

"Volleyball class later," Jiang Yu said, "Can you play volleyball?"

Wang Zhen didn't answer, Zhang Yuan came over from the back of the classroom, holding a volleyball, and said to Jiang Yu, "Will you go to Hitachi?"

"So fast?" Jiang Yu stuffed the exercise book into the table bucket, looked at Wang Zhen again, and said, "Come and play in volleyball class later."

Wang Zhen turned to look at him and Zhang Yuan, and said, "Are you from the volleyball team?"

"Grand one is, there are not enough people now." Zhang Yuan looked a little anxious, and without saying much, he pulled Jiang Yu and walked out.

Wang Zhen remembered that some of the pre-classes who were not divided into subjects were arranged by the school, and then they all went to science classes.Boys in liberal arts classes have always had no advantage in team sports, because in some classes, all the boys in the class can't make up a mahjong table. Wang Zhen thought that Wen Shi's class of honest students didn't have a volleyball team.

Guessing that the class bell was about to ring, Wang Zhen put on his pen cap, took off his coat and went downstairs, not forgetting to call Pei Yiwei before leaving.

Apart from studying and making money, Pei Yiwei doesn't seem to be very interested in other activities. Last week, he excused his leg pain and didn't go to physical education class. As soon as Wang Zhen returned to the classroom, he saw this person wiping the blackboard with ease. Lift your feet to reach the top edge of the blackboard.

And the music class arranged for everyone to sing "Road to Heaven" together. Pei Yiwei said that she had a sore throat and was put in the last row by the teacher.Wang Zhen glanced casually between singing—the man was doing his homework again.

"Let's go." Wang Zhen looked at Pei Yiwei.

Pei Yiwei slowly put away the exercise book, threw the coat on the back of the chair, and slowly moved out of the classroom and downstairs.

"..." Wang Zhen said, "Your leg hurts again?"

Pei Yiwei said, "I don't want to go."

"Can you go downstairs to relax? Be careful of cervical spondylosis after holding back in the classroom for a long time." Wang Zhen said.

After walking for a while, you can gradually see the sparse students playing on the playground. Jiang Yu and Li Yuan had just arrived at the court, and when they saw them, they raised their hands to say hello.

"It's coming?" Jiang Yu said as he rested a ball.

"Well," Wang Zhen took out a ball from the box and threw it to Pei Yiwei, "Go on."

Pei Yiwei caught the ball and rolled it a few times in his hand.

"How are you playing?" Jiang Yu looked at the two of them.

Wang Zhen threw the ball up and caught it again: "It's okay."

"Where's God Pei?" Jiang Yu asked.

"A school competition?" Pei Yiwei said.

"Smart!" Jiang Yu said, "In November, the liberal arts class can't get enough people, and Zhang Yuan and I are looking for someone."

Wang Zhen said, "Aren't there fourteen boys?"

"Cai Zhuoxi and Wang Jie are not tall enough," Jiang Yu said.

Wang Zhen looked at Cai Zhuoxi who was in the distance, and then looked at Wang Jie. These two people were indeed not tall, and they stood out among the girls, and they looked even more pitiful when they were placed among the boys.

"Can't you be a free man?" Wang Zhen said.

"The main reason is that their foundation is poor and their height is not good enough," Jiang Yu said, "Then what do you know... pull your hips."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Yu looked at Pei Yiwei: "Is God Pei coming? You are the tallest in our class, and you must be good at playing the main and secondary attacks."

Holding the ball, Zhang Yuan also walked over and said, "Yes, Pei Yiwei, are you coming?"

The three of them all looked at Pei Yiwei, and Pei Yiwei paused and said, "Not really."

"If you don't know it, you can learn it. Jiang Yugao and I didn't know it at the time. We got to know each other after a few months," Zhang Yuan said, "You have such an advantage in height, it's a pity not to participate."

Pei Yiwei didn't say a word when he heard the words, Jiang Yu also came to persuade him: "Yes, you can learn if you don't know. If you are afraid of delaying your studies, you can practice less. The midterm exam is over before, so it won't waste much time."

"Find someone else, I don't have time." Pei Yiwei said.

"Ah..." Jiang Yu and Zhang Yuan looked at each other disappointedly, Wang Zhen put the volleyball in his palm and twirled it a few times, and said, "The bell for class is ringing, let's go first."

Jiang Yu and Zhang Yuan walked towards the meeting point one after the other, Wang Zhen fell behind them and said to Pei Yiwei: "Are you really going?"

"No," Pei Yiwei said, "it will take time and energy."

Just as Wang Zhen wanted to complain about how he lacked a sense of collective honor, he then thought that this person didn't even bother to take music lessons. It seemed strange that Pei Yiwei was willing to participate in this kind of school-level competition that had no real rewards but only had fun.

"Okay," Wang Zhen said, "The god of learning is quite cold."

Pei Yiwei refused to join the team, so Jiang Yu had no choice but to choose from the remaining thirteen people, but one of them had an arm injury and couldn't exercise vigorously.

"Although short is a bit short, but the brain is easy to use," Jiang Yu said, "should be able to get started quickly."

As a result, Cai Zhuoxi was still a rookie after practicing for half a class. When throwing the ball, his posture was wrong, and he always touched the ball with the end of his wrist bone. As a result, his hands were red and slightly swollen, and he was still shaking when the class was over.

"..." Jiang Yu said, "Don't panic, there is a gradual process of learning, if it doesn't work today, maybe it will work tomorrow."

As a result, Cai Zhuoxi's hands hadn't recovered the next day, and it became difficult to even serve.

"No," Jiang Yu looked at Cai Zhuoxi, "Why are you using so much force to catch the ball?"

"I'm scared," Choi said. "I panicked when the ball hit me. I always felt like it was going to hit my glasses."

"Then you don't have to pick it up like a hammer?" Jiang Yu said.

"Forget it," Wang Zhen said, "I think Xiao Cai's arm is about to be broken."

Cai Zhuoxi shook his hands, his arms were indeed thin, and he could be compared with girls.Coupled with his poor foundation, he judged when he was not allowed to catch the ball, and often retreated until it was almost out of the boundary, and the momentum of the ball weakened, so he swung his arm to send the ball back, but because of his weak arm, the ball always hit the net .After practicing for a few days, Cai Zhuoxi was only picking up the ball, and he didn't serve the ball very much.

"You have to let me recover for a few days, otherwise my arm will be gone, and I will have a monthly exam in a few weeks." Cai Zhuoxi sat down on the grass.

"Monthly exam?" Wang Zhen opened his mouth.

"Well," Cai Zhuoxi said, "in two weeks."

Wang Zhen's heart trembled. If he could not enter the top [-] within three months, he would have to transfer to another class. This was what he told Pei Yiwei at the time.At that time, he wished to leave Wenshi as soon as possible, but now thinking of this rule, he felt at a loss, even a little anxious.

"Brother Zhen, are you in a daze?" Jiang Yu called out, "You don't even pick up the ball if it falls to your feet."

"Oh." Wang Zhen came back to his senses, threw the ball to Jiang Yu, hesitated for a while, and said, "Jiang Yu, I want to ask you something."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Yu jumped a few times holding the ball.

"Are there many people who transferred Wenshi in the past because of poor grades?" Wang Zhen said.

"Let's think about it," Jiang Yu recalled, "I heard that there were two sessions in the first two sessions, but they came back later, it seems that they were in love."

"Aside from falling in love?" Wang Zhen was a little flustered.

"Normally, you won't fall out of the top 600. After all, we are only [-] liberal arts students." Jiang Yu looked at Wang Zhen, "Are you afraid of being transferred out?"

"...Well." Wang Zhen fell to the grass and sighed slowly.

Pei Yiwei was sitting on the stand waiting for him. It was just after school, and people came home in twos and threes. Pei Yiwei was holding the book and staring at it intently. He didn't notice that someone was secretly taking pictures.

"Hey, that," Wang Zhen waved his hand towards the girl who secretly photographed, "At least tell the person who took the photo."

The girl smiled, grabbed her phone and ran away without a trace.

Pei Yi raised her head slightly and said, "It's over?"

"Yeah." Wang Zhen rubbed his arms, stood up and patted off the grass on his body, then turned to Jiang Yu and Cai Zhuoxi and said, "Then I'm going first?"

"Okay," Jiang Yu said, "Remember to come an hour early on Sunday!"

"Okay." Wang Zhen waved his hand.

"I'll eat at your sister-in-law's booth later," Wang Zhen said as he walked, "it's part of the debt repayment."

"Anything is fine." Pei Yi nodded slightly.

The school's carport is on the left side of the gate. It was originally used for parking bicycles, but Pei Yiwei's little sheep parked openly at the entrance. Compared with the mountain bikes that lined up, it looked out of place.

"I'll take the bus," Wang Zhen said, "I'll meet you at the intersection later."

The speed of the bus was not faster than that of a little sheep, but Wang Zhen was afraid that he would have some outrageous thoughts about Pei Yiwei if he was squeezed into the same car. Fortunately, Pei Yiwei didn't seem to notice, so he put on his helmet and started to drive out.

Wang Zhen took a short nap in the car and almost passed the stop. When he got off the car, Pei Yiwei was already standing at the intersection, stopping the little sheep by the side of the road.

"Does your sister-in-law eat ice cream?" Wang Zhen looked at the small shop next to him. There were several children buying ice cream.

"No need," Pei Yiwei said, "Just buy your own."

"That won't work. Your sister-in-law is my boss now, and she can count on this ice cream for a raise." Wang Zhen said.

"That's fine," Pei Yiwei said, "buy one with strawberry flavor, she likes strawberries."

"Coincidentally, I also like strawberries," Wang Zhen opened the freezer door, "just bought two."

There are not many types of ice cream in the shop, so Wang Zhen took two crispy ice creams with crushed nuts and asked Pei Yiwei, "Would you like it?"

"Anything is fine." Pei Yiwei said.

"What's the taste of 'anything'?" Wang Zhen was speechless, "You think the representative of the elective department."

"That's the same as you." Pei Yiwei said again.

"Okay." Wang Zhen took three strawberry ice creams and went to the counter to check out.

September in Huishi is not too cold, and it is still a little hot in the evening.The watermelon vendor was sitting at the stall looking at his mobile phone. Wang Zhen went over to pick out a watermelon, put it in a bag, and brought it to Aunt Pei Yiwei's stall.

"Your classmate is too polite," the sister-in-law said, "You guys eat, I'll get you a knife."

My aunt borrowed a watermelon knife from the fruit shop next door. Wang Zhen originally wanted my aunt to take the watermelon home for the family to eat, but my aunt cut the melon open with a few clicks, and handed it over to everyone one by one.

"It's ice cream and watermelon again," Wang Zhen smiled, "I'll have diarrhea when I go back at night."

Pei Yiwei paused when he heard the words, and said, "Is your stomach bad?"

"Yeah." Wang Zhen spat out the watermelon seeds.

Wang Zhen's complexion was indeed unhealthy. It was sickly white, and his arms and legs were thin. It was not obvious when he was wearing a coat. When he took off the coat, his thin chest looked a little weak.

"Then don't eat the watermelon." Pei Yiwei said.

"No," Wang Zhen said, "There's no refrigerator, so the watermelon won't taste good if it's left out."

"Give it to me," Pei Yiwei said, "I'll store it in the fruit shop."

"What," Wang Zhen was stunned, "Can you still store it in his store?"

"Well, he also keeps the vegetables that can't be sold out at ordinary times." Pei Yi slightly lifted the plastic bag containing the watermelon.

Wang Zhen threw the melon pulp into the trash can, thinking that these small stalls and shops are quite fun. They are like their own family members. They use knives and refrigerators as they please. It is hard to remember what the neighbors look like, let alone borrow things.

After eating the ice cream, Wang Zhen washed his hands and helped Pei Yiwei's sister-in-law skewer meat.Wang Zhen originally thought that stalls were not particular, but his sister-in-law gave him a pair of plastic gloves for him to wear, and Wang Zhen realized that he did have a stereotype of stalls.For example, at Aunt Pei Yiwei's stall, the sign in front of it is quite fashionable, it's called "I have a skewer, which is enough to comfort the wind and dust."

Although the sadness is not mainstream, but there is a touch of literary and artistic atmosphere in the sadness, which makes the stall a lot more compelling.

"Who thought of this sentence?" Wang Zhen asked Pei Yiwei's sister-in-law with a suppressed smile.

"What?" The little girl paused, followed Wang Zhen's line of sight and looked out, "...this."

She turned to look at Pei Yiwei: "Weiwei wrote it."

Before Wang Zhen had time to complain that Pei Yiwei could come up with such a scandalous advertisement, he almost choked to death because of the name "Wei Wei".

Wang Zhen put the string on hand into the pot, and said to Pei Yiwei: "The nickname is quite unique."

"..."

Pei Yi looked at him slightly, but said nothing.