Xueba, wake up

"I met you in the library yesterday." He Zhonghe explained seriously.

Yan Sheng sat across from him, his tone was still indifferent with a hint of yin and yang: "I thought you were studying there yesterday, did you strike up a conversation?"

He Zhonghe was speechless: "I'm the one being accosted!"

Pretending to be calm and breezy can easily be misunderstood, and it is also easy to misunderstand when explaining too much.

Yan Sheng smiled, and took a spoon out of the chopstick holder: "Don't make such a mess before the college entrance examination."

This sentence brought the atmosphere back to a very upright direction.

He Zhonghe didn't answer the words, and lowered his head to eat.

I don't know if Yan Sheng classified the incident of stealing a kiss that day into the category of "mess".

Sure enough, double standards are the essence of human beings...

The silence of eating was suddenly broken by an eager rustling.

He Zhonghe followed the voice and looked towards the door: "What is it doing?"

Hu Hu was clawing hard at the door with his paws, but he yelled anxiously when the door wouldn't open.

This cat is usually quite obedient, and rarely scratches things like this.

"Want to go out for a walk?" He Zhonghe was very puzzled, "I don't need to take a walk even if I think about cats..."

He got up to take a look, but was stopped by Yan Sheng.

"Let's go after dinner." Yan Sheng said.

"Huh?" He Zhonghe didn't understand.

Yan Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not speak.

An hour later, He Zhonghe understood.

Because Pa pulled the cat away and opened the door, a dead mouse came into view.

The rats were disembowelled, their hairs were covered with blood, and their tails were cut off.

"Fuck!" He Zhonghe was startled, and he almost knocked Yansheng down by leaning back.

It seems that Xiongzi's business continues to expand, from the sixth floor all the way to the second floor.

Finding so many mice is also very difficult for this child.

"Whose kid has a bit of public morality!" He Zhonghe jumped up and stood in the corridor and said loudly, "Keep the dissected rats who are full and enjoy themselves, don't let the whole building come to your house , be careful when your parents find out and beat you."

The corridor was quiet, with only a faint echo.

Thinking that the unlucky child might be hiding behind his own house and listening to giggles, He Zhonghe became even angrier: "You can do shameless things well, don't let me catch you!"

After cursing the street, he looked at the dead mouse at the door and sighed: "You should have said that you will come to see it after the meal is completely digested."

Hu Hu got out from the crack of the door and saw the mouse's fur all over, and moved forward while screaming.

"Don't touch it, it's dirty." Yan Sheng picked up the cat and put it back, closing the door.

He glanced at the opposite side: "There is one at your door..."

"Fuck." He Zhonghe walked over, that one looked a little better than the dead one at Yansheng's gate, but the neck was twisted off, and the flesh was still attached to the section.

This kid...is cruel enough.

He Zhonghe didn't understand the pleasure of killing mice like this. In his knowledge, children like small animals, and they can pick up and kiss a dirty chicken when they see it.

Thinking of living in the same building with such an evil kid, my back felt a little chilly.

Dead rats of unknown origin cannot be cleaned up directly with a broom and dustpan at home. Yansheng put on two layers of rubber gloves and tore a few garbage bags.

Yan Sheng has a strong tolerance for this kind of bloody scene, and he doesn't feel much when looking at it.

But when he squatted down and touched the mouse with his hand, he suddenly froze.

The touch overlaps with the puppy that was killed by Yan Deqiang in my memory when I was a child.

Stiff and cold, under the short hair is a cool body, exuding a faint fishy smell.

Yan Deqiang stood aside, reeking of alcohol, blushing and smiling strangely.

Stomach turned upside down in an instant.

He rushes to the bathroom.

"Yan Sheng?!" He Zhonghe was taken aback by his sudden violent reaction, chased after him and knocked on the toilet door, "Are you all right?"

He could only hear Yan Sheng panting heavily, he knocked a few more times, twisted the doorknob, and locked it.

Then he heard an earth-shattering spit.

He Zhonghe quickly ran back to the door, put on his gloves, pinched the two dead mice into a garbage bag, and rushed to the garbage station to throw them away. He came back and grabbed a handful of disinfectant wipes to wipe off the blood on the ground and sprayed alcohol.

After finishing all these tasks, Yan Sheng just came out of the toilet. He waved to He Zhonghe, brushed his teeth under his nervous gaze, splashed water on his face, and propped up the sink.

"Are you okay?" He Zhonghe asked.

"It's okay." Yan Sheng's voice was a little hoarse.

He Zhonghe patted him on the back: "I'll get you a glass of water."

Both of them had a chaotic big break. When they returned to school at 08:30 on Sunday morning, He Zhonghe forgot to change the alarm time. When the alarm rang at six o'clock, he was still dreaming. It was only after eight o'clock in the morning that I was awakened by knocking on the door.

"Wait for me for 3 minutes!" He jumped off the bed and rushed to open the door of the house and shouted. After shouting, he realized that he was only wearing shorts for sleeping. Jacket.

While changing clothes, he thought silently that the pants are pure cotton loose fit, Yan Sheng must have not seen it.

However, when Guangsu was washing his face, brushing his teeth and scratching his hair, Yansheng leaned against the door and whispered, "You are very energetic early in the morning."

He Zhonghe looked back at him in shock in his busy schedule, and choked back: "Everyone is young, have you never seen it or experienced it? Or is there something wrong with you?"

Yan Sheng looked at him innocently, and pretended to be puzzled: "Huh?"

"I mean you dress and wash like a flash, what are you thinking?"

"I...you..." He Zhonghe held up the hair dryer and scratched at his hair. He didn't pay attention, and a strand of hair hung on the ear stud, causing him to gasp in pain.

"Don't brag, you're already handsome," Yan Sheng glanced at the phone, "Eight twenty-five."

With a jump, He Zhonghe quickly hung up the hair dryer, picked up his schoolbag from the shoe cabinet and ran away without locking the door.

Yan Sheng followed behind him, taking two steps at a time without catching up with him: "Slow down!"

Getting up in a hurry and then jumping up suddenly, this is too disrespectful to the weak heart.

"Slow down! Lao Zheng saw that I brought you to be late and tear me apart!" He Zhonghe threw his schoolbag on his shoulders, ran to the door, braked, fumbled in the side pocket of the schoolbag, patted both trouser pockets, and looked back Looking at Yansheng, "...forgot to bring the key."

Yan Sheng trotted over, took out the key and swiped open the door: "I lied to you, it's only [-]:[-]."

He Zhonghe breathed a sigh of relief, followed Yansheng, and bumped his forehead against his shoulder: "I was scared to death."

"It's so sesame guts." Yan Sheng went back and pulled his hair, and then brushed a bunch of dull hairs. This time, he had just blown it, and it was very easy to shape, "Don't grab me with your head, it's hard to blow of."

"Shave another day... Fuck me, what do you think about growing it long?" He Zhonghe said loudly.

"Let Lao Zheng go, put away your bold ideas." Yan Sheng sighed.

"Dye it black another day." He Zhonghe put away his bold ideas and proposed a plan that didn't fit his style. "The blue is gone, and the yellow and green are yellow and green."

Yan Sheng was a little surprised: "I thought you were going to dye something pink or orange when the color faded."

"After the college entrance examination, I am a hard-working and motivated young man with this hair tied up in the pile of students and I am a little embarrassed to study, so I restrain myself for a while."

When Lao Zheng heard this, he would probably be moved to tears.

However, as soon as he entered the classroom, he was standing on the podium and threw the stylus pen, yelling to make the morning reading sound louder, and the battery fell out again.

He Zhonghe suddenly came to his senses, and glanced at the clock on top of the blackboard, it was [-]:[-].

...I found myself very easy to deceive.

Yan Sheng picked up the battery that had rolled to his feet, threw it back to him, and opened his mouth before Lao Zheng questioned him: "He hasn't healed yet, I helped him come here."

He Zhonghe gave Yansheng a thumbs up in his heart. With his reaction speed and his ability to connect lies, he should have hooked up with Yansheng if he knew that he was a sophomore in high school.

The sports meeting in late November will come as scheduled, just this week.

The weather is quite cold this year, and the early winter came early. It is actually not very suitable to hold the sports meeting at this time, but the school is too good at delaying the autumn sports meeting. It is already showing mercy.

In the past two years, middle schools across the country have been very popular in cosplay in square formations at the opening ceremony. Several girls and nerds in the class are very interested in this. After successfully reporting to Lao Zheng, they started to attract people.

Until the day of the sports meeting, there was no one who could make up a phalanx.

The girls looked pretty in their little skirts, and the boys in the class rushed to help them carry stools and schoolbags to the playground, but the other two boys in fancy dress were a little hot-eyed, with half of their faces exposed under their thick wigs , looking inexplicably wretched.

The two boys thought they were too handsome. They went to one class for a while and then went to another class to have a look. Shabby peacock.

The road to the playground was crowded with people, with one to three stools per person, as well as those who moved tables, water, and SLRs. It was crowded and chaotic, but the lively and relaxing soul of this student sports meeting was in this chaos.

He Zhonghe was holding a stool in one hand, one of which belonged to Yansheng.Since Yan Sheng went out to use the bathroom before going to the playground, he hadn't come back. He Zhonghe waited and waited, so he took his stool and bag and followed the big team to the playground.

Shi Yujie boldly hung a headset around his neck. The teachers turned a blind eye to the two days of the sports meeting, as long as they don't go too far and nobody cares.He and He Zhonghe followed in the back row of the team, huddled in the crowd: "Where's your Yansheng?"

"Fell into the pit... Fuck off, your Yansheng." He Zhonghe glared at him, and raised his leg to push him with his knee, but Shi Yujie jumped away lightly with a stool in his hand.

He Zhonghe carried a bag on one shoulder, carried two stools, and looked desperately at the black and moving heads on the playground.

There are all kinds of colors under the head, most of them are blue school uniforms, there are also a few piles of gold sequins for cheerleaders, red for roller skating bunting, green for the hydrogen team, white for the drum band, and gaudy cosplay colored...

The momentum is huge, and it is probably not a problem to steal someone and sell it in such a chaotic environment.

There is still some distance from the stand area of ​​class 24, which is probably enough for them to move for another ten minutes.

"Drone." Shi Yujie looked up at the school's small broken drone with his mouth open, "ah, take me to fly there."

"Shi Yujie, do you think I look good with this color?" Guo Yao excitedly took Zhang Nan, who was always holding Wusan in his arms with a serious face, and squeezed behind them and poked Shi Yujie.

"Looks good." Shi Yujie stared at the drone for a long time, seeing that Guo Yao still had a dazed expression on his face.

"Perfunctory." Guo Yao rolled his eyes at him, then looked at He Zhonghe, "He said."

"Okay...look." After He Zhonghe finished speaking, he searched his brains for a long time but couldn't think of a non-perfunctory word, "It looks good."

Suddenly there was another group of people shouting "excuse me, excuse me" who were all from their class, and those who walked in the square formation at the opening ceremony had to go over and stand in advance.

Those in my own class, the class next door, and those who didn't know each other shouted excitedly when they saw familiar characters, and several mobile phones were raised from the crowd to take pictures.

After sixteen girls and two shabby peacocks spread their tails, the small team ended up with a huge... Kumamon.

This thing is very interesting, although I don't know which class it is from, but it is difficult for the people inside to see out, there is only a small slit on the headgear.He Zhonghe reluctantly freed up a hand, and when Kumamon walked up to him, he patted Kumamon's head a few times.

Amidst the wild laughter of the spectators around, Kumamon turned around awkwardly and faced He Zhonghe.

Then it suddenly stretched out its huge claws, reaching He Zhonghe's ass with incomparable precision.

It's not counting just stretching it over, it fumbled around as if looking for something.

He Zhonghe's smile froze instantly.

A few people around laughed so hard that they almost fell to the ground. Only Shi Yujie, a kind-hearted man, went to take off the hood for Kumamon, so that the people inside could see the light again, and let him see where he was touching.