chilling

She is dancing and wearing a pair of red leather shoes.Cheerful or slow music sounded in the room, and she jumped to the beat.A long red gauze dress, a ruby ​​pendant, and a faint red light lingering around her body.I don't know who is singing loudly, but she turned her head and looked towards this side with smiling eyes——

—a strange dream.Yu Qiuliang was shocked and bounced off the table.The short break was over, and he ushered in a sleepy Monday again. This class was a physical education class. He thought it was cold, so he sneaked back not long after he went down, and slept here lying down in a cotton padded jacket.Waking up from a dream was not the first time, Yu Qiuliang had already gotten used to it, he yawned, reached out to touch the water glass, and thought of getting some hot water in front of the classroom.

Hot water is omnipotent, and hot water can cure all diseases.Yu Qiuliang stared at the transparent "line" in the cup, his sight was covered by the steaming mist, so he couldn't see clearly.After weighing the water glass a little, Yu Qiuliang estimated that the water was almost full, so he loosened his hands and screwed on the lid, holding it in his arms as a hand warmer.

In summer, Yu Qiuliang drinks more water, because summer is prone to sweating and lack of water.In winter, he ran to fetch hot water more frequently, but usually he didn't drink much after receiving it.For him, the meaning of hot water seems to be limited to heating.He often thought that if one day he took the initiative to fetch hot water to drink without Yu Xiasheng's urging, it must symbolize that he had entered old age.

There are not many people in the classroom, but there are also many. They are sparsely sitting in their respective seats, concentrating on writing exercises.Yu Qiuliang huddled on the seat and reached out to touch the heater.Damn it, the heater wasn't even hot.This crappy school embezzled public funds. It must have taken all the money paid by the students to buy long johns for the grade director.

Thinking of the grade director changing long johns of a different color every day, Yu Qiuliang's head hurts.A single pair of long johns is indeed not expensive, but the grade director must have at least [-] long johns.Yu Qiuliang saw the colorful colors in him. This middle-aged bald man must have more colors than the rainbow in his heart.Others like to be low-key as they get older, but he likes to show off more and more as he gets older. His aesthetics are too unique for Yu Qiuliang to agree with. Every time he sees his long johns exposed, Yu Qiuliang wants to laugh.

Because the classroom was too cold, Song Ciran wrote the questions for a while, but couldn't continue.He was too lazy to run to the front to fetch hot water, so he put his hand into Yu Qiuliang's pocket cheekily.Yu Qiuliang seemed to have a warm baby in his pocket, and Song Ciran let out a contented sigh as soon as he stuffed it in.

"Honey, you're so warm inside." Song Ciran started playing hooligans as soon as he was free.

"Are you fucking sick?" Yu Qiuliang felt chills, "If your butt is itchy and you want to be spanked, just say so."

His tone was a bit harsh, but Song Ciran didn't think he dared to hit someone.Yu Qiuliang watched helplessly as his deskmate turned around, patted his buttocks, and made a charming gesture: "Be gentle."

Without hesitation, Yu Qiuliang picked up an ancient Chinese dictionary from the table and smashed it down heavily.He exerted the strength of beating cockroaches and mice, vowing to give Song Ciran a long memory.Song Ciran only listened to the whistling of the wind, and the alarm bells rang in his heart. Before he had time to escape, Yu Qiuliang's dictionary arrived first, and there was a passionate kiss between Shushu and his ass.

"Are you really beating?!" Song Ciran escaped a little after all, but half of his buttocks were still affected, and the burning pain almost spread from his buttocks to his head.He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he didn't expect Yu Qiuliang to dare to do something, it seems that this brotherhood is just paper, it can't stand the wind and rain at all, it's so fragile that it can be broken with a poke.

Yu Qiuliang doesn't care about Song Ciran's brotherhood. He deserves a beating too much. If he doesn't teach him a lesson, he won't have a long memory. He deserves the beating.

Seeing that Yu Qiuliang had no intention of repenting, Song Ciran probably understood that he had lost the favor of his friends, and from now on he would be a poor little abandoned baby.He gasped with a "hiss" and reluctantly sat back on his seat, just when Yu Qiuliang thought he had finally calmed down, he suddenly smiled strangely and punched Yu Qiuliang on the back.

This punch was really hard, and Yu Qiuliang snorted, staring at him, as if a group of little fairies with magic wands appeared in his field of vision, flying around.He wanted to fight back, but he paused, and suddenly he was so angry that he laughed out loud.When is it time to retaliate, it's better to calm down and stop here, so as not to fight and make trouble.

Sometimes Song Ciran was really mean, and when Yu Qiuliang beat him, he felt uncomfortable, but when Yu Qiuliang didn't beat him, he felt restless.Although Yu Qiuliang knew that he didn't have any strange hobbies, it didn't affect Yu Qiuliang's thinking that he was sick.This kind of illness is usually free, give him two sets of math problems and let him do it, make sure he is as quiet as an old hen hatching eggs.

After several rounds of harassment, Yu Qiuliang looked at Song Ciran as if he was looking at a dead pig.At this time Song Ciran finally calmed down, but the reason why he stopped was not because he was afraid of Yu Qiuliang's anger, but because his hands were cold and he couldn't make a fuss.

With a shy face, he stuffed his hands into Yu Qiuliang's pocket again, and opened his mouth to speak.

"Shut up." Yu Qiuliang stopped him in time, "If you keep giving shit, I'll throw you out."

Song Ciran said "oh" obediently, lowered his head and continued to study the math problems on the table, and really didn't say any more nonsense.

He has things to do, but Yu Qiuliang is bored.The physical education class is in the first period in the afternoon, which is when I feel sleepy. After the physical education class, there is a math class, and after the math class, there are two self-study periods.As the date of the college entrance examination is approaching, the class meeting has actually stopped, and the head teacher goes home after class every day, and he doesn't know what he is busy with.

At this time last year, the head teacher was also very busy. At that time, his son was going to take the college entrance examination.Now his own son is a freshman, and dozens of his "adopted sons" will go to college with the main force. After sending away the adopted sons and daughters of this class, he will continue to take dozens of children.Yu Qiuliang looked at the word "Mathematics" on the blackboard, his mind was empty, he didn't think about anything, he didn't think about anything.The head teacher doesn't ask about his math now, maybe because he thinks he is hopeless.

Yu Qiuliang also felt that he was hopeless, God knows, he felt sick when he saw math.When he was in junior high school, the math problems were simple, and he didn't think this subject was so annoying, but since he entered high school, he judged mathematics as an existence against human beings, resolutely put it in the sidelines, and never let it out.Even if the college entrance examination is a hundred points less than others, he will never give in to mathematics.An Neng smashes his eyebrows and bends his waist to do mathematics, which makes me unhappy!

"Hurry up and write, and I'll copy it when I'm done." Yu Qiuliang urged Song Ciran to finish the last question quickly. These questions looked like incomprehensible scriptures in his eyes, but they were the foundation in Song Ciran's eyes. The two of them The completely different heads have caused them to have completely different perceptions of the same thing.Song Ciran reluctantly took his right hand out of Yu Qiuliang's clothes pocket, held the cold pen holder, waved his hand, and a line of scrawled words jumped onto the paper.

This word is really ugly.Yu Qiuliang looked at Song Ciran's face, then at his handwriting, and sighed sincerely: "What kind of broken handwriting do you have, even a dog's handwriting looks better than yours."

"Then do you look better at writing than me?" Song Ciran purposely walked him into the pit.

How could Yu Qiuliang fall for the trick? If he fell into Song Ciran's hook, then he would not be called Yu Qiuliang.He showed a sly smile, and patted Song Ciran's head lovingly: "Yes, dad and dog are better at writing than you."

The most popular activity of contemporary high school students is to recognize their relatives. They never call each other brothers, and they all want to be each other's father.Being each other's father and each other's son, this is the unpredictable relationship between male high school students.

Song Ciran closed the pen cap and watched Yu Qiuliang copy the math.Although his handwriting was messy, it was strange that Yu Qiuliang could always recognize his handwriting accurately.This may be the legendary telepathy, or Yu Qiuliang learned to recognize the dog crawling character without a teacher.

Yu Qiuliang usually looks good at writing, but whenever he copies math homework, his right hand is like someone else's right hand.Sometimes he can't even recognize his math papers and math workbooks, because the handwriting on them is so bad that it's horrible.He had just ridiculed Song Ciran for his ugly handwriting, but now his writing was ugly, and he didn't let Song Ciran speak, so he closed the exercise book after hastily copying it, and fell down on the table.

Yu Qiuliang in math class was never sober.Even if he is not sleepy, as long as he listens to the teacher for a while, he will become dizzy, then fall limply, and fall into a deep sleep on his own.

Song Ciran grinned, took Yu Qiuliang's exercise book out from under his arm, and put it on the top of the small bookshelf.The math teacher will check the homework in the next class. Although he doesn't care much about whether the students sleep or not, he still needs to check the homework.

Sometimes when people dream, they will forget the content of the dream after waking up. Yu Qiuliang forgot the dream he had not long ago, even though everything he saw in the dream was very real.After the get out of class bell rang, and the class bell rang, Yu Qiuliang followed the whole class to stand up and called "Hello, teacher" in a daze, and soon sat back on his buttocks, and continued to slip into his sleep.

The voice of the math teacher floated over, undoubtedly a good lullaby.Yu Qiuliang's drowsiness came out, and he hugged him and lay down in the dark dream.This dream is indeed black, and the name of this dream is "no dream".It was rare for Yu Qiuliang to have no dreams, and he fell asleep peacefully. He held the hot water bottle in his arms and smacked his lips unconsciously.

A pair of red leather shoes climbed up from the first floor, passing one class and then another.Unseen things wear it and prowl the corridors like monsters looking for prey.Finally, the red shoes stopped in front of Yu Qiuliang's classroom, and a woman with loose long hair slowly appeared. She reached out and was about to push the door, when suddenly a figure appeared outside the window.

Gu Jia looked at the radiant woman with a half-smile, holding a glass bottle in her hand, which was half filled with red liquid, which reflected blood on her palm.The red shoes hesitated for a moment, and chose to retreat. She turned around and left as if fleeing. She fled in a hurry and hid in the dance practice room on the first floor.

A beauty was reflected in the mirror, but unfortunately the beauty had no face.She is beautiful because of her well-proportioned figure and graceful posture, not because of her outstanding appearance.She caressed the mirror, and her fingertips lingered on the blurred face. She might have almost forgotten what she looked like, and she was looking for her face everywhere.

The door of the dance studio was suddenly opened, and a group of female students walked in talking and laughing, about to start today's training.None of them could see that there was a strange woman standing in the room, and they could not even see the pair of red leather shoes.

Today's practice room was surprisingly cold. The girl in charge turned on the air conditioner, rubbed her hands that were numb from the cold in the classroom, and looked forward to the passing of winter.The woman in the red leather shoes turned her head, her dark eyes turned around the girl's body, suddenly she leaned forward and attached herself to the girl's body, on the girl's white dancing shoes, the bright red light flashed for a while and then disappeared.