Strawberry West Toast

The pride is the pride, and the one-on-one tutoring at night is still indispensable.

During the evening self-study, the answer sheet was handed out. Xu Zhonghai clicked on the answer sheet. A small red flower circled around and wrote "Keep working hard."

Unique kindergarten taste.

"Xu Zhong... did the teacher buy a poke?" Wang Zhen said.

"This is his son's," Jiang Yu said, "The child has just entered the top class, and it is estimated that the last time he came to the office to play, he fell into Lao Xu's place."

"Oh," Wang Zhen nodded, "very cute."

Pei Yiwei took the answer sheet from Jiang Yu, and he pressed "You are awesome" on it. Wang Zhen was amused and said, "Oh, fantastic~"

"Answer sheets for each subject." Pei Yiwei said.

Wang Zhen handed the answer sheet to Pei Yiwei, Jiang Yu came over to look at it, and said, "I've practiced my handwriting, it's so beautiful."

"Well," Wang Zhen said, "I practiced in junior high school."

"Chinese and English are not bad," Pei Yiwei said, "The basics of comprehensive literature are too poor."

Just after being praised by Jiang Yu, he was greeted with "the foundation is too poor". Wang Zhen's face turned black and he said, "Well, it's pretty bad."

"A good handwriting is an advantage," Pei Yiwei added, "Tomorrow, I will be in the classroom at 06:30, and I will recite politics and history."

"Ah," Wang Zhen was stunned, "I can't get up."

Pei Yiwei looked at him and said, "I'm calling you."

"You two live in the same dormitory?" Jiang Yu said.

Wang Zhen nodded.

"Why haven't I seen you on the sixth floor?" Jiang Yu looked at Wang Zhen.

"The schedule is different," Wang Zhen said, "I usually get up at 06:30."

There are only four male dormitories in Wenshi, all of which are on the sixth floor.Morning reading at 06:30, people left early at [-]:[-], only Wang Zhenlei stepped into the classroom immovably.

After Pei Yiwei finished his explanation, he said, "Let me take a look at the political and history textbooks."

"Here." Wang Zhen took out two folded books from the desk bucket and handed them to Pei Yiwei.

Pei Yiwei casually flipped through the book. The book was very clean, and he didn't take any notes. If he didn't know that school had started for a week, he might have thought it was a new textbook.

Wang Zhen's habit is very bad, Pei Yiwei doesn't know where to start to repair it, it's like building a house, there is no foundation, no matter how much you build it up, it will collapse.

When Wang Zhen was woken up by the alarm clock, his mind was still fuzzy, and he felt like he had never woken up so early in his life.

Pei Yiwei had already put on his shoes and sat on the ponytail. Seeing him wake up, he raised his umbrella and shook it, saying, "Remember to bring an umbrella."

Wang Zhen looked out the window, it was misty with light rain and wind, and the wig was fluttering in the wind.

"Wait," Wang Zhen quickly washed, dressed quickly, put on his sneakers, grabbed his umbrella and ran out the door, "Let's go."

Pei Yiwei is not a person who likes to chat, so Wang Zhen gradually felt a little embarrassed as he walked back and forth for a while.

...How to describe this feeling, it's like being caught by a teacher to study.

"Where to go for breakfast?" Wang Zhen tried to bring up the topic.

"I'll go to a small shop to buy bread." Pei Yiwei said.

If Pei Yiwei goes to the small shop, it will be inconvenient for him to go to the cafeteria, but he has eaten all the food in the small shop since he was a freshman in high school, and the ones he hasn't eaten are not very eye-catching.

"Wait for me, I'll go to the first floor to pack a bowl of porridge." Wang Zhen said.

Wang Zhen closed the umbrella. There were not many people in the cafeteria at the moment, and the auntie was still preparing behind the window.Wang Zhen waited for a few minutes, and the aunt made a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge and handed it to the stage. Wang Zhen was about to swipe his card when a hand suddenly came across.

"drop."

After swiping the card, the owner of the hand picked up a plastic bag to cover the porridge bowl, and lifted it up.

"Can you tell me when you buy things first come first served?" Wang Zhen looked over, "Didn't you see that I lined up first?"

The other party turned his head, Wang Zhen was taken aback, this idiot turned out to be his freshman classmate Zeng Yi.

Zeng Yi was also taken aback, then looked at Wang Zhen with great interest, and said, "Oh, isn't this Wenshi's top student?"

Xue-ba-you-mom.

Wang Zhen snatched the bag and slapped the card on the credit card machine.

"Hey Xueba," Zeng Yi stood in front of him, "At least I swiped the card first."

Wang Zhen looked at him expressionlessly: "Then just brush it again."

"No," Zeng Yi said, "Can we make some sense?"

"First come, first served," Wang Zhen said, "the simplest truth."

Wang Zhen walked out, Zeng Yi followed him and walked a few steps, and said as he walked, "It's okay to be so arrogant after entering Wenshi."

Wang Zhen paused, blood rushing to the top of his head like a rocket launch, he clenched his hand holding the bag, looked at Zeng Yi and said, "Yeah, it's so arrogant, some people can't get in even if they want to, poor died."

Zeng Yi opened his eyes slightly, he probably didn't expect him to be so thick-skinned, and he didn't know how to reply for a while.

"Drink your porridge." Wang Zhen stuffed the bag back into his hand, he didn't want to touch the things that idiot had touched.

When Wang Zhen came out, he saw Pei Yiwei holding a vocabulary book, his trousers were stained with rainwater from the eaves of the corridor, standing tall, standing in front of the stingy door of the cafeteria, looking a little cramped and pitiful.Originally, he was angry, but thinking that Pei Yiwei was waiting for him here in vain, the anger subsided again.

"Let's go." Wang Zhen said.

Pei Yi glanced at him slightly and said, "You've been away for a while."

"Meet a friend," Wang Zhen said, "talked for a while."

"Oh," Pei Yiwei said, "where's the porridge?"

"...Give it to a friend." Wang Zhen put his hand in his pocket.

"Eat bread." Pei Yiwei handed over a bag of mochi, but hadn't unpacked it yet.

Wang Zhen unpacked the package and ate it directly, imagining the mochi as Zeng Yi, taking one bite at a time, chewing slowly without swallowing.

Chew to death silly ×.

Ah.

Silly × stupid × stupid ×.

Pei Yi looked at him chewing and thought he had two iron teeth and copper teeth: "Be careful of choking."

However, in the next second, Wang Zhen burped loudly.

"Hurp, help me get... hiccup, water." Wang Zhen said.

Pei Yiwei took out a water glass and handed it to Wang Zhen. Wang Zhen quickly took a few sips, and it took a long time for the hiccup to subside.

It's embarrassing and frustrating... Wang Zhen hopes that Pei Yiwei will leave quickly, go far away, and don't look back at him as an idiot.

After going back and forth, it was almost [-]:[-] by the time I got to the classroom.

"I'm sorry," Wang Zhen looked at Pei Yiwei, "for wasting so much of your time."

"It's okay," Pei Yiwei stuffed the bag into the table bucket, "We'll start next week."

After Pei Yiwei finished speaking, Wang Zhen realized that his first week in Wenshi was about to pass.

Flat, aggrieved and hopeless.

That's it?

Wang Zhen sighed.

Today's last class is self-study, catching up with this way of arranging classes, many students packed their schoolbags early in the morning, waited for the bell to ring and then rushed out of school, but Wen Shi's group remained as steady as old school until the last 10 minutes. Dogs, there was no one to chat with, Wang Zhen was so bored that grass grew on his head, and was worrying about tuition fees, when he suddenly saw Yang Hang standing in the corridor and waved to him.

"Brother Zhen," Yang Hang lip-synced, "Come out."

Wang Zhen looked around, the top students buried their heads in their studies, but no one noticed his strangeness.Wang Zhen heaved a sigh of relief and at the same time felt a little inexplicably disappointed. He packed the things on the table into his bag, and Wang Zhen tiptoed out of the door.

"Where are you going?" Wang Zhen walked towards Yang Hang, "Don't you want to go to Mu Xin at night?"

"There is no class at the beginning of school," Yang Hang said, "You forgot it so soon?"

"Ah." Wang Zhen thought for a while, indeed, Mu Xin didn't have class that week when school just started.It was just a few months away that he was already so strange, which Wang Zhen did not expect.

"So where are you going?" Wang Zhen tilted his head.

"You'll know when you arrive." Yang Hang said.

Wang Zhen stopped his feet, and according to Yang Hang's grandson's urination, he would definitely take his girlfriend with him immediately if he wanted something interesting, and he would never think about himself. Hearing his tone, he probably wanted to ask him for help.

"Fart your fart," Wang Zhen said, "I'm very busy, sir."

"Hey you," Yang Hang sighed with a smile, "I just want you to help me move some things to Art Education."

"Art education?" Wang Zhen looked at him.

"Well," Yang Hang nodded, "The art teacher just bought a plaster cast and asked me to move to 308."

"Aren't you studying in Mu Xin? How do you know the teachers in the school?" Wang Zhen said.

"The circle is so big, isn't it normal to know each other?" Yang Hang looked at him.

"Oh," Wang Zhen thought for a while and said, "The teacher's name is Liang Qing?"

Yang Hang nodded.

...It's really a small circle.

The plaster statue was sent in front of the school gate, in a big wooden box, two people couldn't carry it.Yang Hang went to the cafeteria to borrow a trolley, and the two put their things on the trolley and walked slowly to the art school.

"What about going upstairs later?" Wang Zhen said.

"Life," Yang Hang said, "otherwise?"

"...You fucking asked me to be a coolie." Wang Zhen glanced at him.

"Why don't you think of a way?" Yang Hang said.

He couldn't think of a way, after all, he hadn't moved so much plaster at one time.The two of them were worrying when suddenly there were more students around them. It seemed that school was over.

Pei Yi walked out amidst the crowd, and paused when he saw the two men resisting and pushing the big wooden box up the steps.Wang Zhen was looking this way, saw someone, and wanted to call him at first, but then thought of how the dog ignored him when he was carrying luggage at the beginning of school, so he turned his head back.

As a result, the dog forced himself to come up to him and said, "Would you like to help me?"

Before Wang Zhen could speak, Yang Hang picked it up for him first: "Brother Zhen, your classmate asked if you want to help."

Wang Zhen looked at him: "...If you want, come on."

Pei Yiwei stepped forward and knocked on the box, saying, "What's inside?"

"Plaster statues," Yang Hang said, "there are about ten of them."

"Is it individually packaged?" Pei Yiwei asked.

Yang Hang didn't understand what he meant, he was stunned for a while, Wang Zhen immediately realized and said, "You mean to move up one by one?"

"Well," Pei Yiwei said, "open the box."

Yang Hang also came to his senses. The Shangyi School got a screwdriver, pried open the box a few times, and put the plaster statue on the ground.

"Fifteen, everyone will be ok after five trips." Yang Hang said.

Just finished speaking, Pei Yiwei hugged Xiao Wei and the pirate to her chest with one left hand and one right hand, and climbed up the first floor of the stairs with a few steps.

"...Awesome." Yang Hang was shocked.

"Let's go." Wang Zhen picked up Apollo and followed behind Pei Yiwei.

Although the surface of the plaster statue was wrapped in bubble wrap, it was stained with white/powder. After carrying fifteen heads, the arms and chests of the three people were covered with white spots, like construction workers who had just put putty on them.

"Wipe it wet." Wang Zhen took out a tissue from his bag and handed it to Pei Yiwei and Yang Hang.

"Tsk tsk," Yang Hang sighed, "exquisite boy."

Pei Yiwei said thank you, wiped his chin and the back of his neck with a wet tissue, and Wang Zhen noticed that he was sweating lightly. His wheat-colored skin looked slippery, and he wiped his sweat with his neck on his side. His shoulders and neck were relaxed, but there was something hidden in it The sense of power is so intimidating.

very sexy.

……Pooh.

What was he thinking about.

Wang Zhen shook off the strange things in his mind and said, "Where is Teacher Liang?"

"At 308," Yang Hang said, "I'll tell her."

Yang Hang took a few steps and looked back at Wang Zhen: "Are you coming?"

Wang Zhen had never been to the art classroom of No. [-] Middle School. Yang Hang mentioned it to him once or twice, but he felt that it was another group of people's territory, just like he thought Mu Xin was his and Yang Hang's territory at the beginning.

"Okay," Wang Zhen said, "wait a minute."

Wang Zhen stuffed the paper back into his bag, took Pei Yiwei to find the trash can, and said, "I'll take you downstairs."

"No need," Pei Yiwei said, "I'll go down by myself"

Wang Zhen looked at him, Pei Yiwei didn't speak any more, turned around and went downstairs, and disappeared at the stairs.

"Is the person gone?" Yang Hang shouted from the other end of the corridor.

"Let's go." Wang Zhen walked back.

"Your classmate is good." Yang Hang took out the key and opened the door of the equipment room, "You can do both literature and martial arts."

"It's okay." Wang Zhen went in and took a look. The equipment room was very clean, which is rare. In the past, Mu Xin's equipment room was covered with dust and there were a lot of spider webs.

"They have classes at night, so keep your voice down when you go in later." Yang Hang instructed.

"I know." Wang Zhen walked forward behind him.

Yang Hang knocked on the door of 308, the door was opened from the inside, a girl opened her mouth and said, "Looking for someone?"

"Is Teacher Liang here?" Yang Hang asked.

"Inside." The girl stepped out of the way, Yang Hang stepped in first, Wang Zhen hesitated, and followed into the door.

308 is quite large, almost twice the size of an ordinary classroom. The walls are covered with students' homework, and a row of desks are placed beside the wall, with miscellaneous picture albums and waste paper on them.

The ground is very clean, free of lead ash and toner, not as clean as an art classroom.

Liang Qing stood by a bright light, saw Yang Hang coming, and said, "Is the move over?"

"Well," Yang Hang said, "it's in the equipment room."

"Thank you for your hard work. I'll take you home later." Liang Qing said.

"No, my home is too far away from No. [-] Middle School." Yang Hang said.

"What about you?" Liang Qing looked at Wang Zhen, "Where do you live?"

"I don't need it either," Wang Zhen said, "I can go back by myself."

Liang Qing smiled and said, "The parents of the students gave me a few bags of snacks, which are on my table. Go and get them."

Yang Hang didn't want to trouble Liang Qing at first, but remembering that Wang Zhen was still here, he nodded and took Wang Zhen to Liang Qing's office.

"Teacher Liang is very kind," Yang Hang said, "Mu Xin had a few students who had taken classes with her."

"Yeah." Wang Zhen looked at the paintings on the corridor while walking. These paintings belonged to the previous students, and the paper had already started to turn yellow.

There was some silence along the way, Yang Hang originally wanted to make a few jokes, but seeing Wang Zhen's face stiffened, he stopped talking.When he got to the office, Yang Hang opened the door and went in, searched on the table, saw the bag of cranberry biscuits, turned around and handed it to Wang Zhen, but Wang Zhen stared at a painting in a daze.

The style looked familiar, Yang Hang was taken aback for a moment, and said, "The previous paintings?"

"Well," Wang Zhen knelt down and tapped on the frame, "The painting in the first year of high school was sent by Zuo Xingjian to participate in a municipal competition, and the prize money was handed over to me by the school, so the painting was kept in school."

Wang Zhen sighed, and wiped the glass with his hand. The picture was dusty, and it should have been left here for a long time.

"Are you going back to Mu Xin?" Yang Hang said.

Wang Zhen stood up, looked at Yang Hang, and slowly shook his head.

Return it?

But it wasn't that he insisted on leaving Mu Xin, but Zuo Xingjian forced him to leave.

"Let's go," Wang Zhen said, "I'll help you with your work, but you have to treat me to dinner."

Yang Hang found a small restaurant at the school gate, and invited Wang Zhen to eat home-cooked food. Wang Zhen had no appetite, but he didn't want to be alone, and he would think about messy things when he was alone. It can refresh the mind for a while.

There was no one in the dormitory on weekends, so Wang Zhen went back to the dormitory to pick up the cat after dinner.Yang Hang rode his bicycle around in front of the fountain, meowed at the cat a few times, and then rode outside the school.

"I'm leaving," Yang Hang waved at him, "Be careful yourself."

"En." After Wang Zhen finished speaking, he walked to the stone bench at the bus stop, wiped off the ashes and sat down. Just as he was about to turn on his phone to see where the bus was, a text message popped in.

- When will you come to pick up the painting?

Zuo Xingjian again.

Wang Zhen looked at the screen irritably, and tried to block it several times, but the call notification sounded.

Wang Zhen thought for a while and connected the phone.

"Hey."

The male voice on the opposite side was still the same, but Wang Zhen couldn't help feeling sick.

"Wang Zhen?"

"It's me," Wang Zhen said, "What's the matter?"

"...you are listening," Zuo Xingjian said, "find some time on the weekend to get your paintings, I can't pile them up here."

Wang Zhen thought for a while and said calmly, "Express it to me, and fill in my school with the address."

The other side was silent for a moment, then said: "Don't be childish, I won't do anything to you."

"Give it to me by courier, and I won't say that three times." Wang Zhen said.

Zuo Xingjian was stunned for a moment, and his tone became cold: "Then don't want your paintings anymore."

The call was hung up by the other party, Wang Zhen paused, his anger couldn't stop rushing up, he grabbed the water glass and threw it on the ground.

The water glass made a loud noise, but it didn't break, it just had a lot of broken corners.

I missed the star satellites of the Milky Way!

Why is Zuo Xingjian still alive!