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Adults don't bother to tell bedtime stories, and Yu Xiasheng probably doesn't bother to tell Yu Qiuliang a story.In the next few days, Yu Qiuliang found that the old ghost was as tired as a dead dog every time he went home, and he didn't know what he was usually busy with.However, people are getting busier during this period, and students have no chance to take a long vacation. The next vacation may have to be during the Chinese New Year, and whether to make up classes during the winter vacation depends on the school's arrangements.

The days are getting shorter, the nights are getting longer, and the cloudy days are getting more and more frequent, but for some reason it just doesn't rain.Yu Qiuliang couldn't tell whether he wanted it to rain or not, but he just felt that instead of letting the sky continue to be gloomy like this, it would be better to let it rain.After the rain, the sky cleared up.

As it turns out, what is due always comes, but it usually doesn't come when people sincerely hope for it.This morning, Yu Qiuliang was awakened by the sound of rattling outside the window. He opened his eyes tiredly and found that the outside was covered with a gray curtain of water.The rain he had been looking forward to for many days finally fell, but he didn't want it to rain when he was going to school.During study and work, a cloudy day is convenient, even if it is very depressing.

Whether it is raining or snowing, the road is wet and slippery, as if coated with slippery oil.Yu Qiuliang feels that rain is like the oil in the sky. When the raindrops touch people's bodies, they are wet and greasy, and they must make people feel uncomfortable.He doesn't like wearing a raincoat, but if he wants to ride to school, he has to wear a raincoat.If he didn't wear a raincoat, he would have to walk to school with an umbrella.

"Do you have my homeroom teacher's phone number?" Yu Qiuliang wrapped himself in a quilt and kicked Yu Xiasheng, "Call him and tell him that I have a fever and I won't go to school today."

"What's the matter, don't you go to school today?" Yu Xiasheng opened his eyes, reached for his phone and checked the time, "Hurry up and go to school, we're going to be late soon, don't waste your time here."

Seeing that he didn't intend to ask for leave, Yu Qiuliang got out of bed dawdly, and went to wash with his hairy head.The heating hasn't started yet, and the tiles are as cold as big ice cubes. Yu Qiuliang stepped on the floor with bare feet, shivering from the cold, like a penguin waddling in Antarctica.Yu Penguin wobbled to find the cotton slippers, wobbled into the bathroom, and after a while, ran out again with a toothbrush in his hand, announcing excitedly, "Today is Sunday!"

"Sunday is Sunday, you don't have class on Sunday in your third year of high school?" Yu Xiasheng couldn't sleep because of his torment, so he just got up and sat down.

Not only did Yu Qiuliang not feel guilty for disturbing other people's sleepover, but he was also happy.He couldn't stay in bed himself, so he wouldn't let Yu Xiasheng stay in bed. "Staying in bed is not a good habit" - this sentence was said by Yu Xiasheng himself.

Of course, senior high school students also have classes on Sundays, and Yu Qiuliang's class also has a class in the morning with the head teacher.However, in Yu Qiuliang's view, since there is no class on Sunday afternoon, it is reasonable to ask for leave in the morning.Yu Xiasheng couldn't understand his logic, and he wasn't going to understand it. The old ghost yawned, put on his shirt and got up.

"Have you packed your schoolbag? Remember to wear a raincoat, it's raining outside now." Yu Qiuliang ate with a dark face at the dining table, and heard Yu Xiasheng calling himself from the balcony.He took a sip of milk, swallowed the softened slice of bread, and suddenly turned around and shouted at Yu Xiasheng: "I'm going to be late! You have to send me to school!"

"Little ancestor, don't find me something to do, let me sleep well. You wear a raincoat to school, it's not too late." Yu Xiasheng took the schoolbag, found the raincoat on the shoe cabinet, put it and the schoolbag Together, they took away the empty plate in front of Qiuliang.He thought that Yu Qiuliang would be obedient, but he didn't think that this kid had a lot of things to do, after dawdling for ten minutes, he just didn't want to wear a raincoat and ride a bike.Yu Xiasheng has no choice but to give up the rare weekend and work hard as a free driver.

"It's time for your uncle to pay me my salary." Yu Xiasheng pedaled hard, feeling that his legs were extra heavy.Either he should lose weight, or Yu Qiuliang should lose weight, or the wheel is flat.While waiting for the traffic lights, he touched his belly. It was fine. The eight-pack abs were still there. It seemed that he was not the one who should lose weight.

Yu Qiuliang was hiding under the large raincoat, and was dozing off at this moment.No matter how early he went to bed the night before, as long as he still has to get up early the next day, Yu Qiuliang will always be so sleepy that he can't open his eyes.Small children often spend a lot of time sleeping because they have plenty of time.

Yu Xiasheng sighed: "Are you listening to me?"

Yu Qiuliang was still dozing off and didn't answer.

Yu Xiasheng said again: "It's time for you to lose weight."

He was just talking casually, but who knew that Yu Qiuliang was stimulated and came to his senses, lowered his head and bumped him on the back, and asked viciously: "Who do you think should lose weight?!"

It turns out that the word "fat" is also a taboo word.Yu Xiasheng's back was hurt by Yu Qiuliang, but he smiled sullenly.Yu Qiuliang heard him laugh, but couldn't see his expression, so he groped and pinched his leg.Whether it is a fat person or a thin person, there will always be flesh on his thighs, Yu Xiasheng was firmly pinched by him, and he couldn't laugh immediately.

"If you keep looking for trouble for me, I will watch you run every day from tomorrow on." Yu Xiasheng threatened him, "Five in the morning and ten in the evening, rain or shine."

"You are sick. If you want to run, you run by yourself. Why do you drag me?" Yu Qiuliang was not convinced. He hated running and most sports activities.He sometimes even hates the sports meeting, because the sports meeting is extremely boring, and he can't play with his mobile phone, and it often rains on the day of the sports meeting.

Yu Xiasheng did not refute his words.Yu Qiuliang only felt the car body shake violently, so scared that he hugged Yu Xiasheng's waist tightly, like a precarious koala grabbing a solid tree trunk.The red light turned into a green light, and Yu Xiasheng didn't know how to say hello first, Yu Qiuliang was so angry that his teeth itch.He swore that if the old ghost threw him out of the back seat of the car on the way to school, he would use this as a threat to force the old ghost to take a week off for him.

However, Yu Xiasheng rode his bicycle very steadily, and Yu Qiuliang was carried to school by him, without even splashing any mud on his trouser legs.

"Thank you, brother." Yu Qiuliang took out his mobile phone, glanced hurriedly, and found that he was not late.He crawled out from under the raincoat with his head hunched, and ran into the school gate pattering through the water without even bothering to prop up the umbrella.This school is good everywhere, but the drainage system is not very good. When it rains, the means of transportation have to be changed from bicycles to boats.Yu Qiuliang was bouncing around with his schoolbag in his arms, like a little white rabbit holding a basket of carrots. Yu Xiasheng looked at his back and yawned again.It seems that it is better to wash the clothes at noon. According to the child's tossing, his school uniform will definitely be wet today.

Yu Xiasheng's prediction was accurate. Although there was only a short distance from the school gate to the middle of the teaching building, the rain was too heavy. Yu Qiuliang didn't open an umbrella, and his coat was soon soaked.He sniffed and couldn't help shivering.It's really annoying to have to go to school on a rainy day. Fortunately, today's class is only half a day.

On rainy weekends, the students came late, as did the teachers, and some even didn't come.Looking at the two lessons that had been changed on the blackboard, Yu Qiuliang couldn't help but sighed.Why are these teachers so free, saying that if they can't come to class, they won't come to class.

I don't know if their wages will be deducted.

Song Ciran arrived later than Yu Qiuliang, when he pulled away the chair covered in moisture, Yu Qiuliang who was lying on the table to catch up on sleep was awakened.However, Yu Qiuliang was not angry, after all, passing notes to Song Ciran was much more interesting than sleeping.

The students in the third year of senior high school are very interesting. They have classes normally from Monday to Friday. They should listen carefully, but they doze off every day and collapse a large piece of each class, which makes the classroom look like a morgue; But they were full of energy, wishing they could turn into Monkey King and run to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace.The Tathagata Buddha couldn't fit in the narrow classroom, and the teachers didn't care much about it. Without Wuzhishan's suppression, these monkeys would all go crazy.Those who play with mobile phones, those who sleep, those who throw paper balls, those who cut rubber... what kind of tricks boring humans can play, even they can't figure it out.

In contrast, Song Ciran and Yu Qiuliang seemed to be well-behaved and obedient students.They kept their heads down and wrote, and no one was looking at their phones.However, as long as you walk to their desks and look down carefully at what they are writing, you will find that all this obedient and obedient behavior is superficial.The reason why they kept writing was because Song Ciran didn't plan to memorize political knowledge points this week, and they were copying books as soon as possible.

Even if their wrists were sore from copying the book, the two of them refused to give up the rare opportunity to gossip.The head teacher's class was in the first period in the morning. After finishing the class, he quickly packed up his things and left the school. When he saw the head teacher leaving the school gate, Yu Qiuliang was finally willing to climb down from the window sill.He randomly took out a paper from the desk, turned it over, and it turned out to be a draft paper for passing notes.The topics on these papers did not impress him very much, but they provided him with a lot of waste paper.The papers that Yu Qiuliang made during the three years of high school could fill up the window sill of his bedroom. He once roughly calculated that these draft papers will be used until he graduates from college, and I am afraid that he will never run out of them.

Song Ciran read a lot of books and gossip, Yu Qiuliang guessed that he might have heard about Gu Jia.But before Yu Qiuliang had time to ask first, a note came from Song Ciran, with a few big characters written on it: "The intersection east of the school killed someone."

"Damn it." Yu Qiuliang was slightly surprised.He came from the intersection on the west. If he walked from the east today, wouldn't he be able to witness the murder scene?Traffic accidents frequently occur on rainy days, and I don't know who was so unfortunate as to die under the wheel.

"Is it a human problem or a car problem?" Yu Qiuliang passed the note back.

"It's not the car's problem when people run red lights, but I don't know how to deal with it." Song Ciran wrote on the note, "The one who drove the car was really unlucky today, what kind of shit luck."

Yu Qiuliang also felt that the driver was very unlucky.He drove the car well, maybe he was going to work overtime, maybe he was going out to buy something, but he didn't expect to kill an unruly guy halfway and get him innocently implicated.The sympathy he felt for the deceased just now disappeared without a trace, and Yu Qiuliang felt that it would be better for this kind of guy who didn't obey the traffic rules to die earlier.He suddenly felt a little cold-blooded and ruthless, and suspected of double standards.School rules are rules, but he never felt that all the rules in school should be obeyed.This is probably because his behavior is only based on the law, and the school's regulations basically have nothing to do with the law.

The relationship between a school and a country is really intriguing.

After skipping this little episode, Yu Qiuliang suddenly remembered what he wanted to inquire about at first.He was about to write, when suddenly his eyes went dark, and when he turned his head, Gu Jia was actually stuck outside the window, looking at him coldly through a layer of glass.The senior sister is haunted and haunted, which is really scary.Yu Qiuliang trembled, changed his pen, and actually discussed study with Song Ciran.

Gu Jia slipped through the window glass and floated to the seat across the aisle from Song Ciran.That position belongs to a sports student in the class, and the sports student often does not come to make up classes, so his seat is basically empty every weekend.He didn't come today either, this position just happened to be given to Gu Jia, and it was also convenient for her to supervise Yu Qiuliang not to skip class.

This old ghost Yu Xiasheng simply did nothing!It's raining today, and it's so humid outside, who would want to go out to an Internet cafe!Yu Qiuliang cursed secretly in his heart, and his face was a little pale, but he couldn't say it clearly.

Gu Jia sat on the chair and didn't stare at Yu Qiuliang all the time. Today she held a magazine in her hand, but judging by the strange appearance of the magazine, it didn't seem to be something from the human world.Does the ghost have a special magazine?Yu Qiuliang thought it was fresh, but Song Ciran stood in front of him, and he couldn't see what was written on the cover of the magazine.

Since Gu Jia doesn't stare at Yu Qiuliang, he can continue to gossip about her under Gu Jia's nose.Song Ciran turned the note over, raised his head suspiciously and looked at his deskmate, as if he was wondering why his topic changed so quickly. In just a few minutes, it changed from a serious academic issue to a campus one. story will.

However, what happened more than ten years ago... No matter how much gossip he knows, he still can't understand such an old story.

"Why do you suddenly want to inquire about her?" Song Ciran drew a puzzled expression, and Yu Qiuliang knew at a glance that he didn't understand this matter, so he shrugged and changed the subject again.The campus story will become an art exhibition, and the two draw a lot of crooked pictures, but no one knows what they are drawing except the two of them.

The fourth class is about to end, and the rain hasn't stopped. I don't know if it is still raining when school is over.Yu Qiuliang took out his cell phone from his pocket, and sent a text message to Yu Xiasheng, telling the old ghost to pick him up at the school gate on time at [-]:[-].He thought that he would be able to wait for Yu Xiasheng's reply soon, but he stared at the phone for a long time, but the other party didn't reply, probably because he was still sleeping late and didn't check the phone messages.

The third year of high school is really hard, the third year of high school is really tiring, and the third year of high school can't even sleep late.Yu Qiuliang couldn't help lamenting, anyway, he was sleeping at school and sleeping at home, why didn't Yu Xiasheng ask him for leave?Yu Qiuliang couldn't understand the teachers' thoughts. Since the students didn't come and the teachers had money, why did they have to force the students to come?

Song Ciran drank too much water in the first two classes, and now he felt uncomfortable, and ran out to the toilet in a hurry after class.As soon as he left, Yu Qiuliang's right hand was empty, and his eyes fell on the senior sister without hindrance.Although the senior sister is a ghost, she is still very serious when she reads the newspaper. Yu Qiuliang saw her flipping through the magazine and found it very fresh, so she moved to Song Ciran's position, across the aisle, tilting her head to look at the cover of the magazine .

Black and white photos, bright red characters.After Yu Qiuliang saw the title clearly, he couldn't help shivering.Gu Jia raised her head and looked at him with a half-smile, "Did you see that? Running a red light and getting into a car accident will make news everywhere."

"Then I wasn't on the news before?" Yu Qiuliang whispered, "My ID photo is ugly."

"Aside from the three of us, who else knew you were dead?" Gu Jia asked back.Yu Qiuliang thought about it for a while, and it seemed to be the case. He died very quietly. Apart from Lu Huaiming, Yu Xiasheng and Gu Jia, no one really knew that he was dead.He tilted his head and looked at the other subtitles on the cover of the magazine, and found that they seemed to be about criminal cases or traffic accidents, people who committed suicide, and their names should not appear on them.

"Sister, let me ask you a question." Before Song Ciran came back, Yu Qiuliang asked in a low voice, "How did Yu Xiasheng die?"

"You can ask him yourself, it's not something you can't ask." Gu Jia turned down another page, seemingly not interested in answering this boring question.Yu Qiuliang was a little aggrieved. He found that he asked Yu Xiasheng about Gu Jia, but Yu Xiasheng kept his mouth shut. He asked Gu Jia about Yu Xiasheng, and Gu Jia also kept his mouth shut.Each of these ghosts likes to kick the ball, and Yu Qiuliang is the little ball that gets kicked around, so pitiful to the extreme.

In such a comparison, Song Ciran, who has a question and answer, looks a lot cuter.

Suddenly, a ball flew in from the door and hit Yu Qiuliang directly on the head.Yu Qiuliang was stunned by the smash, held back tears and opened his eyes to look at the damn ball, and found that it looked very familiar.

This is Song Ciran's fucking ball!

"Song Ciran!!" Yu Qiuliang wiped his face indiscriminately, grabbed the ball and ran out of the classroom, and threw it at Song Ciran, "Are you a fucking dog!!"