My past life was a fan of all men

After returning from the military academy, Mo Lang returned to his life in the slums. He got up every morning and rode his bicycle to the fairy cave in the "Green Mountain" to practice. He played with Xiao Guangrong in the fairy cave, and occasionally held Xiao Guangrong in a daze. Give it a bath, and the fluff, which is already as white as snow, looks even more dazzling.

The business of the fruit shop. After exchanging with "Xiaba" about the health hazards of fruits, the two shops jointly operated the fruit shop with the purpose of "health is the first priority". Now the business of the fruit shop has gradually improved, and many People in surrounding cities will also drive to these two fruit shops to buy a week's worth of fruit.

Although Mo Lang's current life is simple, it is very comfortable.Every day when I come back from school, I can eat a home-cooked meal cooked by Uncle Liu, instead of holding a cup of noodles all day long and eating those unnutritious foods.

"Mo Lang, hurry up, hurry up, if you slow down, we will be late." Yang Muyi said while riding on the bicycle.

"Okay, it's coming soon." Mo Lang picked up a scarf and wrapped it around his neck, put on a big leather, and stepped out, "It's so cold, why don't you wear a scarf?"

"Yeah." Yang Muyi said lightly, "It's quite cold, but I'm not used to wearing a scarf."

"Wow, it's snowing." Mo Lang raised his head slightly and looked at the white snow rice points falling from the sky.

Yang Muyi stretched out his hand to catch some snowflakes, rolled his eyes with a smile and said, "Well, this is the first snow this year, commonly known as the first snow."

"Chuxue..." Mo Lang murmured.

"When it's snowing for the first time, make a wish, and your wish will come true." Yang Muyi stretched out his hand to pull Mo Lang's arm, and said expectantly, "Let's make a wish together. I hope this monthly exam can pass well." score."

"Yeah." Mo Lang nodded.

The two were riding bicycles in a small alley where the snow was flying all over the sky, with their hands "like praying" and their eyes closed to make a wish.

"I hope I can get into the top 70 of the whole class in this monthly exam, so that I can be in the same class as Mo Lang." Yang Muyi was very devout, raised his forehead slightly at 45 degrees, and said softly.

Mo Lang listened to all the soft and powerless words. Mo Lang opened a pair of bright and clear eyes and looked at Yang Muyi, then pursed his lips and smiled like a spring breeze, and said silently in his heart: "I I also hope that Mu Yi can do better in the monthly exam this time."

Yang Muyi's grades in the senior high school entrance examination were not much better than Mo Lang's. Mo Lang was in class 17, and he was in class 16. When he knew their respective divisions, Yang Muyi complained about himself. One class apart, in this way, the two of them can talk and laugh happily again, and swim in the sea of ​​learning together.

But later, when Mo Lang's grades improved by leaps and bounds, and he won the first place in the whole year's total score in one fell swoop, he was assigned to the first (1) class of high school. He gritted his teeth every night and studied hard. The students who stab the butt are even worse.

After more than half a year, he still failed to rank among the top 70, and the best result was only being assigned to Class 3 (3) of Senior High. The head of the grade asked him to move to Class [-] (Class [-]) of Senior High, but he refused. up.

A month ago, when Mo Lang knew that Yang Muyi refused to move to Class 16, Senior High, he asked him face to face.

"Mu Yi, this time with your ranking you can go to class 3 to study, why not go reversible?!" Sitting on a low stool in the barbecue shop, Mo Lang reached out and patted Yang Muyi's shoulder and said.

Yang Muyi smiled, and then said to the owner of the barbecue shop: "Boss, here are another ten chicken wings."

"Hey, okay!" The owner of the barbecue shop responded heartily.

"You haven't answered me yet?" Mo Lang frowned, and looked at him suspiciously.

"It's nothing, I don't want to go." Yang Muyi said lightly.

"Why?" Mo Lang couldn't understand more and more, "Didn't you say you want to study hard? Wouldn't it be better to be able to enter Class 3?"

Yang Muyi: "I don't want to..."

"..." Mo Lang was stunned, "But didn't you say you wanted to enter Class One (1)?!"

"Yeah." Yang Muyi glanced sideways at Mo Lang and said firmly, "I'm not going anywhere except Class One (1) of Senior High."

To this day, Mo Lang, who is a good monk, is at a loss as to whether this hard-working student in front of him wants to improve his studies and get admitted to a good university in the future, or does he want to be in the same class as himself? !

"Maybe it's the latter." With his pure character, maybe this is the only thing he wants.

"What? What did you say?" Yang Muyi opened his eyes and said to Mo Lang.

Mo Lang shrugged, Feng Qingyun smiled lightly, "It's nothing, let's hurry up, if it's later, the monthly exam will start."

The two rode bicycles, walking through the fine rice and blood foam, and the breeze blew the corners of their clothes. The first snow in winter was extraordinarily warm, as warm as the warm sun shining into the heart.

During evening self-study in the evening, the three-yearly "School Flower and School Grass" election competition in the school officially kicked off. This competition is organized by senior seniors and sisters in accordance with the order of the school organization committee every year. Relatively comprehensive, the official recognition of the school's students' appearance, academic performance, and conduct, etc., were collected together to screen out the annual appearance masters of the No. [-] Middle School in City A.

Just finished the monthly exam, and the results haven't come out yet. The students had a rare time to relax. They picked up their mobile phones and entered the school management network of No. [-] Middle School in City A to vote for "School Flower and School Grass".

The homepage of the official website displays the life photos of [-] candidates for each male and female. Some of them look seductive and charming with makeup on, and some specially got their hair styled and put on new clothes. The "School Flower School Grass" campaign also worked hard.

The competition is voluntarily entered, and the photos submitted by oneself shall prevail. The students of No. [-] Middle School in City A are proud to be the leader of the "school flower school grass". Value, and has a domineering academic performance, is a leader in the school.

"Hey, who do you think will be the school girl this year?" Zheng Dan dared to pat Murong Zhenghua on the shoulder.

A pair of icy and biting eyes stared at him coldly, "You are all boring, anyway, it won't be you."

Zheng Dangan: "..." I didn't run for the election.

"For you have self-knowledge." Murong Zhenghua sent another piece of ice, forcefully inserted 180 holes into Zheng Dangan.

"Yeah, yeah, guess who our 'school beauty' will be this year?" Xing Chen turned his head, blinked his clear eyes, and then blinked again.

"..." Murong Zhenghua said coldly, "Are you sure you are students from Class One (1) of Senior High?!"

Xingchen: "..."

Zheng Dangan: "..."

Is it because you are not from Class One (1) of Senior High School? ?Xingchen turned around and walked towards another group of people.

"Hey, who did you vote for?" Xing Chen said, "Xiaodie, who did you vote for?"

Chen Xiaodie lowered her head slightly, "I, I voted for our class."

"Oh..." Everyone laughed, "Who is it? Tell us, is it Sun Ran, Mo Lang, or Murong Zhenghua?"

Chen Xiaodie lowered her head in embarrassment.

"Could it be you, you voted for Zheng Dangan?!" The girl beside Chen Xiaodie sneered.

Chen Xiaodie shook her head and walked back to her seat.

"Mo Lang probably didn't participate! Murong Zhenghua doesn't seem to like to join in the fun either!" Wei Ling said.

Everyone was silent.

"..." A woman was in an uproar, "Look quickly, isn't this photo of Murong Zhenghua's? Oh, hey, that miniature looks quite handsome."

"Oh, it's really him, but didn't he say it's a boring thing?" Xingchen scratched his hair, "Could it be that he's so boring, afraid that we'll know if he's running for the election?!"

Pull the strap with your fingers and look down.

"Well, Sun Ran is really great, with exquisite facial features, a smiling face, and good grades, no wonder he has advanced to the top three!" Huazheng looked at Sun Ran at the next table with admiration.

"Hey, you must ask me about your appearance!" Xing Bin walked past and raised his eyebrows.

Everyone glanced at Xing Bin, "..."

"As far as I'm concerned, Mo Lang in our class may have a chance to win the top spot!" Xing Chen said thoughtfully, reaching out and rubbing his chin.

Everyone was silent: "..."

"It's impossible for Mo Lang to run for the election." Huazheng waved his hand.

"Yeah, he has never participated in entertainment projects, and he will definitely not participate in the election this time."

"You were all deceived by him." Xing Bin smiled and said with eyes bent, "When you open the third page, his photo is on the third page of Xiaocao's selection!"

Everyone poked the third page of the official website with their slender fingers, entered the third page, and pulled the horizontal bar to look down.

Huazheng: "..."

Chen Xiaodie: "..."

Murong Zhenghua: "..."

"Isn't it, you were deceived by him, who doesn't care about fame and fortune!?" Xing Bin said with a smile.

Everyone ignored Xing Bin, rightly thinking that he was a transparent person, or just a ray of air. They didn't hear his words at all, and all looked sideways at Mo Lang, who was the last person in the last row of the teacher, and looked at Mo Lang. , and glanced at Mo Lang's photo on the official website.

I looked and looked again, still in disbelief.

"I'll go! This is really Mo Lang!" Zhuge Zhenlang, who is usually unsmiling, was surprised.

Mo Lang: "???"

Mo Lang raised his head slightly, frowned and looked sideways at the crowd.

Everyone lowered their heads, pursed their lips and smiled.

On the official website, Mo Lang's photo was placed on the last page of the school grass selection page. He didn't offend anyone, and he didn't get angry with any seniors or sisters. It's just that his registration time was relatively late. I didn't receive his photo until the registration deadline.

In the photo, Mo Lang is sitting upright with his back straight, wearing a school uniform and white shirt, his eyebrows and eyes are half covered with slanted bangs, and the dark blue background looks like a photo that a professional has put a lot of effort into processing the background for him.

Everyone covered their mouths and sniggered. This photo turned out to be a one-inch standard ID photo taken by the school uniformly for students when they entered the school.