Brother, here is a sand sculpture from 82

On the podium, the political teacher impassionedly explained the relationship between culture, economy and politics. The PPT is a red, green and green relationship map.

Ye Qingzhi forced himself to focus on the class.After listening with my chin propped for ten minutes, the plastic mandarin with a little accent from the political teacher seemed to be separated by a layer, and I could hear it hazily.

He still scratched the key points in the textbook from time to time in his hand, but his thoughts drifted away a little bit.

That link is an anonymous post.

Anonymity has given many people the courage to speak out, and it is also the stage where malice and darkness are most likely to breed.

Time was running short, Ye Qingzhi just scanned the first few paragraphs hastily.

The main building is the tenth-level rhythm master. First, I introduced someone who was rated second in the second high school for two consecutive years, and then mentioned another selection in a vague and tea-like manner. Finally, I will talk about his relationship with the "brothers". Stronger than gold.

In just two to three hundred words, at first glance, it is all rainbow fart and admiration, but it is full of malice when you look carefully.

As expected, the comments below followed the meaning of the main building and began to satirize him as a little boy.

The plot is so similar.

Ye Qingzhi closed his eyelids, and sighed inappropriately when he was distracted.

Fortunately, it was him who encountered this incident, not any girl, otherwise he might be scolded even worse.

Jiang Hua, who was carefully taking notes next to him, hesitated to speak, stopped talking and wanted to speak, opened his mouth several times, but finally did not dare to open his mouth to remind him to attend the class.

Unlike Jiang Hua who was purely worried about distracted attention at the same table, Chen Xun, who was far away in the third group, was so anxious that he almost wanted to overturn the table, wishing to leave get out of class immediately.

Although his position is far away, he can clearly see every movement and expression of Ye Qingzhi.

You can see his doubts, and you can see his slightly frowning brows.

Chen Xun pressed his heart.

I really want to smooth the raised eyebrows of my deskmate.

……

The political teacher turned the card just in time, and the moment the bell rang, the class ended.

Chen Xun didn't wait for the political teacher to finish class, kicked off his stool, and walked quickly to Ye Qing's desk.

The political teacher looked at the students cheerfully, combed the back of the hair, and left the classroom calmly.

The fourth class has ended, and the classroom is half empty in an instant.Chen Xun walked through the noise, and squatted in front of Ye Qingzhi: "What's wrong?"

Ye Qingzhi was distracted for almost a class, and he basically calmed down.He smiled at Chen Xun, as if there was no haze: "It's okay."

Deceiving.

Chen Xun raised his hand, gently pressed Ye Qingzhi's eyebrows, and stroked them little by little.Chen Xun's voice was also very low, like a whisper between lovers.

"Teacher Qingliu, why are you being polite to me?"

Ye Qingzhi felt the warm touch between his eyebrows, and his eyelashes trembled.

Chen Xun didn't wait for an answer, so he put more force on his hand, poked him once, and sighed: "If you don't want to say it, then I won't say it, I just... I can't see you unhappy."

Ye Qingzhi lowered his eyes, grabbed his hands, and put them on his lap.

He didn't know why, he just didn't want Chen Xun to see those remarks.He can just look at it for himself, but those negative things...

I don't want Chen Xun to see it.

Ye Qingzhi couldn't explain his strange psychology, paused for a while, and finally pulled out his phone and switched to the chat interface with Duan Yifeng.

Chen Xun glanced at the anonymous post.

There are already a lot of comments below, and people from all walks of life are fishing in troubled waters to vent their emotions.

Chen Xun looked more and more irritable, cursing in his heart.

Is there anything wrong with the Second Middle School forum? What kind of anonymous board, what kind of ghosts and ghosts have come out.And that Duan Yifeng, why did you send these to your deskmate? Isn't this intentional to make people unhappy?

Wait, is this Duan Yifeng the one who took pictures of the tablemate...

The indescribable depression in Chen Xun's heart went up to a higher level.

Ye Qingzhi took the phone back from his hand, and his eyes fell on the dirty words on the screen.

Chen Xun suppressed his anger and logged in to his big brother's account, which has become a lot of people, and looked up at him: "Qingzhi, what do you want to do? Just tell me what you want."

"I was thinking..." Ye Qingzhi stroked the metal case of the phone, "How can I become more safe in Zao?"

Chen Xun, who was still waiting for his deskmate to act like a baby or ask for help, was dumbfounded: "Huh???"

Is it his hearing problem?

Ye Qingzhi was serious.

Ms. Lin and Lao Ye were not very strict with his education, but they strictly restricted him in terms of swearing.

In addition, he has a gentle temperament, and he rarely gets angry or scolds others.Taken together, this leads to his being very inexperienced and lacking in vocabulary.

After hearing his reasons, Chen Xun stood up and exhaled, then rubbed his head vigorously, and coldly refused.

"No."

Ye Qingzhi: "...Oh."

Chen Xun was very upset: "Don't learn from those idiots, it's not good to swear."

Ye Qingzhi also stood up: "Don't learn swear words, just learn high-end language arts." After speaking, he whispered again, "I have a temper too."

Chen Xun shook his head.

His deskmate, apart from not being active, is actually sunny, occasionally skinny, but gentle and soft.

It was rare for Chen Xun to see him show his sharpness. The only time he saw him was in the memories he told, the cruel words he said that time.

Although it can't be called sharp-edged now...

It's like a puffed up puffer fish...

But it's really hard to say no to.

No.

A real man must resist temptation!

Chen Xun gritted his teeth, but still refused cruelly: "No, really not. I will help you, don't do this kind of thing."

Ye Qingzhi didn't insist: "...Okay."

Chen Xun quickly switched to the trumpet whose ID is your father, ready to dominate the battlefield for the second time.

"I suddenly remembered something..." Ye Qingzhi tugged at the corner of his clothes and said.

Chen Xun said nervously, "Huh?"

Ye Qingzhi was heartbroken: "The cafeteria is running out of food!!"

Chen Xun: "..." Damn.

The huge food grabbing army that can be seen every day outside the window is no longer visible, which means that they have arrived at their destination.

Chen Xun didn't care to type a long paragraph, pulled Ye Qingzhi past him and rushed to the cafeteria.

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The cafeteria is filled with the aroma of spicy chicken and braised pork with pickled vegetables, but it is a pity that they all come from other people's tables.

The two of them came too late, and there were only a few vegetables left.

Ye Qingzhi took a few mouthfuls of rice with boiled cabbage, and the phone in his pocket vibrated.

He swiped open the lock screen.It was Duan Yifeng who sent two messages.

[Brother Feng]: I'm still to blame for this, I shouldn't have voted for you before.

[Brother Feng]: Xiaoqing, brother apologizes to you.

Ye Qingzhi poked the keyboard.

-fine.

At the beginning, he himself nodded in agreement.

But since Chen Xun doesn't agree to give him tutoring, then just ask Brother Feng.

-Brother Feng, can you teach me to be more Zaun?

The opposite side responded to the message in seconds, but unfortunately the reaction was the same as Chen Xun's.

[Brother Feng]:?Swearing is not good, don't imitate it, you are fine like this.Xiaoqing is good, my brother will take care of it for you.

This is coaxing children.

Ye Qingzhi locked the screen silently, reopened it after two seconds of silence, and sent a message to Duan Yiran.

-exist?Some Zaun quotes for me to study.

Opposite the dining table.

Chen Xun was multi-tasking, while grilling rice, he blatantly put his phone on the table, typed quickly with one hand, and chatted with Ye Qingzhi from time to time.

Your father, who used to dominate the entire comment area, came back out of the rivers and lakes, and the tap water, who were overwhelmed by the rhythmic popularity, seemed to have found a backbone, squatting in the corner together and shouting.

Chen Xun felt relieved when the bowl of rice was bottomed out, quit the post, and clicked to report.

After finishing all these tasks, he looked up at Ye Qingzhi.

His little tablemate was fishing for seaweed in the egg drop soup, with a peaceful and relaxed expression.

While Chen Xun breathed a sigh of relief, he was still very irritable.

In the month he transferred to another school alone, he saw this kind of post twice.Although it was later deleted by the moderator, it was enough to bring a lot of bad influence.

After putting away the dinner plate, the two walked towards the dormitory.

Chen Xun hooked Ye Qingzhi's neck as usual, unconsciously playing with the thread on his neckline with his fingers.

Chen Xun said, "Qingzhi, what do you want to do?"

Ye Qingzhi's voice was calm: "Let the administrator delete the post. There are only a few people who will do this, and it will be the same after all."

The thought of going laning is only temporary.

If you leave the stage in person, the opposite party will only dance more vigorously.

It's not worth it, and it's not exciting.

When the test results came out, it was the dancers who felt uncomfortable.

Chen Xun sighed: "Your temper is too good."

Ye Qingzhi smiled, but didn't speak.

Back in the dormitory, Ye Qingzhi and Chen Xun said good afternoon to each other before taking out their phones again.

Duan Yiran first posted a series of question marks as usual, and then obediently forwarded a lot of high-end scolding skills and quotations.

Although he lost that interest, Ye Qingzhi still finished reading those wonderful quotations, and even faintly felt that he had gained a lot.

On the lower berth, Chen Xun lay sprawled on the quilt.

His little deskmate has a good temper, but he is not.

Chen Xun ground his back teeth.

anonymous?When he can't find out?

……

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In the next few days, it was still ordinary study, and Chen Xun insisted on pulling Ye Qingzhi to exercise every afternoon.

Work and rest regular and healthy.

The atmosphere is harmonious and beautiful.

And this calm was broken on Friday afternoon.

The forum of No. [-] Middle School was once again stuck due to too many viewers.

Forum Home.

Hanging two red posts.

The author has something to say:

It’s coming, it’s coming, the next chapter is when the brothers vent their anger on Qing Zai (?)

Time to make a break! (clang

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Qing Zai didn't know that Chen Xun played the trumpet twice for him to suppress the line.

Shaking his head.

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Qing Zai, who loves peace, will gradually start to enrich his vocabulary.jpg