High school science students save the world

"I heard that in the middle of my morning reading, I suddenly sprawled on the table and twitched all over. It was scary! I quickly called the police and an ambulance, but by the time they arrived—" the bamboo pole-like back desk lowered its voice, "Dead La!"

Yang Yan thought of the policemen outside, and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

Qin Zheng asked, "Who is it?"

"I don't know, it seems to be called Lin or something."

Tan Zheng was stunned for a moment, and a name came to his lips quietly: "Lin Hai?"

"Yes, it's him. You think this kid is not unlucky?! The first day of school! Don't let it be that our school is so gloomy, I wouldn't have come here if I knew it..." There was no sound under Yang Yan's gradually cold eyes .

Yang Yan tilted his head slightly, covered his cramped eyes, and the remaining half stared at Tan Zheng without blinking.

Tan Zheng looked at him for a second, and his extremely bright eyes were lightly covered by the eyelids, leaving only a trembling beautiful silhouette.

After a few moments, the eyelashes separated with the opening and closing of the lips: "Lin Hai—the big head is dead."

Yang Yan couldn't tell what his reaction was, but he felt that his unlucky heart was first thrown from upstairs, fractured and internally injured, but he still didn't think it was enough, and then he was crushed hard on both feet, and he felt panic like flames. Blown out by endless exhaustion.

His dark circles seemed to be a little thicker: "Are you sure it's just the two of us?"

Qin Zheng remained silent.

Yang Yan took a deep breath, and the physics teacher surnamed Ju approached with a piece of chalk, looked down at them, and left in silence for a while.

The back desk gave a "tsk", and honestly shrank back to listen to the class.

Yang Yan held his heart with hoofprints in his hands, and sighed fucking.

After class, Yang Yanchu was at the door of class 11, which was transferred to the empty classroom. Seeing such a big wave of people poking around, his head was a little dizzy for a while.

Qin Zheng used his noble and fearless qualities, went upstream, squeezed his way into the spectators, and used his serious face to deceive his classmates to obtain first-hand information on the scene.

Yang Yan crossed his hands in front of his chest, thinking in his heart, why didn't he discover Tan Hao's eloquent side before?

In fact, this is not right, he knows the importance of things, he will deceive and conceal, but this is all with a kind of sincerity and magnanimity, and even makes people feel that he is sorry for you, but it is also a last resort.

Some people are born with this ability and have a pure heart that is not persecuted.Even if there is an abyss behind, it can make people jump into it willingly.

When Tan Zheng came back, the preparatory bell had already rung, so they had to go to class first.

Classes are endless.

The slanting raindrops hugged the glass windows, leaving wet and inconspicuous saliva marks.

As soon as the math teacher threw away the chalk, the students, like well-trained hounds, rushed out of the classroom with the meal cards they had prepared after hearing the order.

Yang Yan stretched out his hand on the ground floor, with a fine rain whip on his palm, he turned his head and complained: "I told you that the rain is not small."

Qin Zheng said, "I'll go upstairs to get an umbrella." Before the last word landed, he had already run up the stairs.

When he went upstairs, Yang Yan took a few random steps, only to see Fatty alone in the empty classroom, hunched over like a little fat old man, silently eating instant noodles.

Red spicy instant noodle soup and cold wet rain.

Tan Zheng patted him on the shoulder from behind, and said softly, "Let's go, we won't have food if we go to the cafeteria late."

Probably the sophomores couldn't compete with the wolf-like freshmen in the first year. Even if they ran to the cafeteria later, they only had tofu and vegetables in the face of the cafeteria aunt waving a rice spoon.

Yang Yan ordered a relatively meaty tomato scrambled egg, but he didn't have the slightest appetite, so he ate rice grains.

Qin Zheng swallowed his food and said, "Poisoning or sudden illness."

Yang Yan half-raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "You are not talking nonsense."

Qin Zheng was silent for a long time before he said, "Before the autopsy comes out, don't think too much."

Yang Yan sighed: "Ignorance is bliss." He narrowed his eyes again, and picked up a scrambled egg with chopsticks, "I can't blame me for thinking too much, aren't you sure that this happened only to the two of us?"

"If the big head is really..."

"It must be a human being," Yang Yan said with his chopsticks in his mouth, "There is no god in this world."

After Qin Zheng heard this, he smiled, and the firm lines of his face became almost cute because of the upturned corners of his mouth.

"Whatever, eat and eat, I think you will starve to death before this."

"Yang Yan, Tan Zheng!"

The back table is like Feng Lazi, who heard his voice before seeing the person, but compared to it, he only looks wretched, and his cheap buttocks moved to their seats: "You two laughed so cheap just now! Yang Yan, Don't spoil your innocent tablemate," then raised the corner of his mouth, revealing his white teeth, "What were you talking about just now? Teacher Cang? Or Lan Lan?"

Tan Zheng turned his head awkwardly, coughed twice, and saw Yang Yan rolled his eyes: "No, we're talking about the Virgin."

"Eh?! That's my goddess!"

……

The back table chirped for a while, then realized something slowly, and casually mentioned: "Why are you eating here? When I passed the basketball court just now, someone said that you ordered takeaway."

Yang Yan half opened his lips, and the loosened chopsticks drew a half circle on his lips and landed on the rice.He propped his chin with his chopsticks, and raised his eyes slightly to look at the back table: "Takeaway? We didn't order."

"That's because someone else made a mistake. If you don't eat it, you don't eat it." The back table swallowed, "It must be much better than this pig food!"

Qin Zheng and Yang Yan got up, carried the plate and chopsticks to the place where the slop was sloppy, let alone the back table facing pickled vegetables and tofu, yearning for fried pork chops sickly.

They went downstairs quickly, held umbrellas, and walked without saying a word.

The summer rain, but wearing a flat autumn hat, the rustling breeze encouraged the rain to rush over, and the moisture pecked on the arms little by little, like a wave of slightly turbulent waves and a lingering kiss.

Yang Yan squinted his eyes, and saw the motorcycle under the shade of the tree, and the irritable person on the motorcycle.

They approached and smelled a strange smell of inferior leather after being drenched in the rain. The thin man who delivered the food glanced at them and asked, "Are you Tan Zheng and Yang Yan from Class 11?"

Qin Zheng: "Yes."

The man frowned and said, "Your takeaway. 36 plus ten takeaways, a total of 46."

Qin Zheng touched his pocket, Yang Yan had already dug out the wallet first and handed it over.

When the leather-smelling man left with the smell of gasoline, they also walked away, choosing a gazebo far away from the teaching building, and setting up a boxed lunch.

Two lunch boxes are stacked, and a small note in the middle is cleverly covered.

Yang Yan took out two folded napkins, carefully pinched the edge of the note, and looked at the words written with black pen on it.

"Thoughts of water shield perch

Room 241, No. 102 Xin'an Road"

On the reverse side is a string of redacted mobile phone numbers.

Tan Zheng looked closely for a while, took the note, looked at the light for a while, and shook his head.

Yang Yan asked: "Is the address and phone number they gave correct?"

Qin Zheng: "Use your mobile phone to check."

After hearing this, Yang Yan chuckled, took out his mobile phone and said, "You are getting more and more courageous. If you are found with your mobile phone, you will have to go home for a week."

Qin Zheng watched his fingers slide flexibly on the screen, and also raised the corners of his mouth: "It's okay, I will leave with you."

Yang Yan couldn't help but paused, raised his head, and saw that Tan Zheng was like a goose with his eyes open, as if he didn't quite understand how he could say such a thing.Catching his gaze, he quickly cast it elsewhere, staring intently at the tender grass with water droplets outside the pavilion.

Yang Yan let out a hey in his heart, stretched out his hand and passed his arm from below, as if holding his arm, and shook the phone: "Here, that's right."

Tan Zheng: "...Oh."

Outside the pavilion is an artificial lake. Yang Yan took a photo of the note, tore it into pieces, twisted it into a ball and threw it into the lake.Qin Zheng carefully opened the two boxes of lunch, checked them with disposable chopsticks, and rewrapped them again.

The fish-flavored shredded pork is sour, sweet, and spicy. The fluffy aroma is drilled into the nose, and a crazy seed is planted in it, which quickly grows into a towering tree and bears countless attractive fruits.

Yang Yan watched Qin Zheng throw the boxed lunch into the trash can, and his yells increased instantly. He stretched out his arms and naturally wrapped around Tan Zheng's shoulders, and said through gritted teeth, "Let's go! Let's go to the modern small supermarket in the freshman middle school. Bundle!"

Watching them go away gradually, a man's voice sounded: "My R...why did it become like this..."

The man was wearing a white coat and sitting on the sofa, and next to him was a young man with two canine teeth and a very cute smile.

Only he doesn't smile.

He didn't even seem to hear the man's words, he just reached out and touched the wall.

His eyes were both gentle and crazy, and he touched his face, his face, chest, and heart were tightly pressed against the cold wall.

That wall is not an ordinary wall, even the ceiling and the two white walls extending to the side are covered with photos, densely packed, only one person, a woman.

"Mom..." he said.

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