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Although he lived on the second floor, Yu Qiuliang stubbornly wanted to take the elevator down.Yu Xiasheng actually didn't quite understand why he insisted on doing this. After thinking carefully for a moment, he realized that he might be delaying the time and wanted to come to school later.Indeed, today is Saturday, even if the school has to make up lessons, it is useless to arrive at school so early, not to mention Yu Qiuliang didn't plan to go to school, of course, the later the better.

He was too lazy to go too early, and Yu Xiasheng didn't force him, as long as he stayed in school today instead of going to the Internet cafe, Yu Xiasheng's mission would be completed.From the beginning to the end, Yu Xiasheng was only responsible for supervising his normal class, and everything else was actually not under Yu Xiasheng's control.

I am not familiar with it at all, the more I manage, the more things will happen.Yu Xiasheng didn't want to come over to take care of the child at first, but Lu Huaiming had helped him for so long, and he couldn't bear his conscience if he didn't share some of the pressure for the other party.So he volunteered and became Yu Qiuliang's de facto guardian.However, Yu Qiuliang didn't seem to want a guardian. Judging by his defiant appearance, he might have dragged everyone who had restrained him into the blacklist.

Wondering if you can top this list?Yu Xiasheng stared at the breakfast cart across the road, glanced at Yu Qiuliang who was walking straight ahead, and tilted his head in doubt: "Why don't you eat breakfast?"

"I'm not hungry, and I don't have that habit." Yu Qiuliang turned around, his attitude seemed to ease.Growing up, few people asked him if he had breakfast.He remembered that when he was in junior high school, because he liked the air in the early morning, he often ran out of the house early and waited to go to school.However, at that time, everyone was still asleep, and no one would make him breakfast.

In fact, if his family doesn't cook breakfast for him, he can do it himself, or go to the street to buy snacks.But he himself is surprisingly lazy in some aspects, and if he is asked to go out to buy food by himself, he will definitely feel sorry for the one or two dollars.Thinking about it now, he started to feel puzzled, and he didn't know what illusory things he was insisting on at the beginning, but he persisted for three full years.

Why did you get up so early before?

Maybe it's because the air in the early morning is really fresh.

Of course, there was already smog in winter at that time.Yu Qiuliang blinked, looked up at the sky not far away, between the road and tall buildings, there was a large gray sky.It was lifeless, silent and suffocating, Yu Qiuliang felt breathless just by looking at it.

So he withdrew his gaze and looked Yu Xiasheng up and down again: "Do ghosts also want to eat? If you drink a sip of water, what will it turn into?"

"If you drink water, of course it will still be water." Yu Xiasheng said nonsense, "If you drink milk, it will still be milk in the end."

He was obviously just answering Yu Qiuliang's question casually, but this kid didn't know what to think of, his eyes blinked in astonishment, and then he blushed.Yu Xiasheng was very surprised when he saw the other party turned his head hastily, and didn't understand which sentence he said was wrong.

Near the bus stop sign, several benches are set up in a very humane way for passengers waiting for the bus to rest.Although in this weather, they have long been cold all over, making people afraid to sit on them, but Yu Qiuliang is not afraid of the cold now, even if it is a big ice block, he will climb on it unscrupulously.He sat down on the bench and reached out to ask Yu Xiasheng for his schoolbag. Yu Xiasheng handed him the bag and sat next to him, staring across the road in a daze.

There are very few things on the opposite side of the road, just a young man, a small e-Donkey, a breakfast cart, and a rice seller, but both Yu Xiasheng and Yu Qiuliang were fascinated by it.Their focus is different. The former is studying Auntie's skillful techniques, while the latter is focusing on the owner of the little eDonkey.

"He said he wouldn't come to school today." Yu Qiuliang whispered, "I knew I wouldn't believe his nonsense."

"Maybe he was kicked out by his parents too." Yu Xiasheng answered casually, and suddenly remembered another thing, "Did you do your math homework yesterday?"

Yu Qiuliang couldn't understand why Yu Xiasheng had an extraordinary obsession with mathematics.It is best not to look at high school mathematics, because most of the people who have nothing to do to study it are mentally ill.

Of course, these words can only be said in the heart. If you really want to say it, it is very likely that you will be hacked into pieces by mathematics lovers.Yu Qiuliang murmured a few perfunctory words, and replied vaguely: "It's... it's finished."

"Copied?" Yu Xiasheng's heart is like a mirror, and he has already seen through his tricks.On the night when they first met, Yu Xiasheng knew how bad Yu Qiuliang was at mathematics.It is impossible for Yu Xiasheng to believe that Yu Qiuliang will do the math homework seriously and diligently by himself, and it is even more impossible for him to believe that Yu Qiuliang completed the math homework independently before school.

So there is only one conclusion: Yu Qiuliang was able to finish his math homework early because his answers were all copied.

"Oh, you know. If you know, you should tell me sooner." Yu Qiuliang seemed to think that there was nothing wrong with copying homework, so he admitted it straightforwardly.How many high school students do not copy homework?Yu Qiuliang thought so, it's good to be willing to copy the answers, some people don't want to do the homework of this subject, the whole workbook is just blank and handed in directly.

For example, Song Ciran, his political workbook was empty during the past three years.

He was targeted by the political teacher for a reason.

Holding his schoolbag, Yu Qiuliang stared intently at the contradictory guy on the other side of the road, and Song Ciran had already noticed Yu Qiuliang's gaze.After buying breakfast, he stood at the other side of the road and ate in twos and threes in a hurry. He threw the plastic bag into the trash can, then shook his schoolbag and the keys on the schoolbag, and ran over jingling all the way.He parked his beloved little electric donkey across the road, because it was more convenient for him to push the cart home from here.

"Didn't you say you won't come to school?" Yu Qiuliang asked him in a low voice, "Is your dad at home today?"

Song Ciran waved his hand with a look of displeasure: "I miscalculated the day, he doesn't work overtime today. I was kicked out by him just now, I'm so annoyed, I can't even sleep late on weekends."

It was rather cold in the morning, Song Ciran was holding the steaming soy milk, stomping his feet in front of Yu Qiuliang, screaming that he was so annoying.Yu Qiuliang yawned, thinking he wasn't talking about his father, but the school that forced students to make up lessons on weekends.

Because it was the weekend, everyone arrived at the school at different times. While they were talking, several students walked into the school gate one after another.Yu Qiuliang glanced back, took out the phone from his pocket, and felt that it was time to go in, so he turned to Yu Xiasheng and said, "Brother...then I'll go in first."

His attitude changed quickly, for some unknown reason.Yu Xiasheng remained calm and nodded slightly at him, and he carried a bag on one shoulder, and ran into the school gate side by side with Song Ciran.In such a season, the guards are very lazy. When they see some students running in, they don't stop them, but they just raise their eyelids lazily.

Yu Xiasheng looked up to the sky.The sky was gloomy, with dark clouds weighing on the pedestrians, and he estimated that it would rain today.

The good thing is that Qiu Liang has a brain, so he put an umbrella in his schoolbag ahead of time.

After seeing off Yu Qiuliang, Yu Xiasheng had nothing to do here.He stood at the school gate and looked around, but found nothing wrong.Yu Qiuliang will probably spend this morning in the big prison of the school, and Yu Xiasheng doesn't believe that he dared to skip school and go to the Internet cafe.

However, he underestimated the temptation of Internet cafes for Qiu Liang, and also underestimated how boring the school is.From the moment he stepped into the door of the class, Yu Qiuliang regretted it. Looking at the neatly written "Self-study" on the blackboard, he thought that this school was really black-hearted.Students paid for extra lessons, but they actually asked students to come to the class for self-study.

It is self-evident what a self-study class without teacher supervision means.How many students will be studying hard at this time?Yu Qiuliang glanced around the classroom, and he found that his premonition was not wrong.The students he saw were either reading idle books, looking at their mobile phones, or sleeping on their desks.

"The head teacher isn't coming today?" Yu Qiuliang threw the schoolbag on the table, and the rivets on the schoolbag hit the table, making a "dang" sound.The front desk was awakened by the sound, looked back in confusion, then turned around and lay down again to continue sleeping.Even if he woke up his classmates, Yu Qiuliang didn't feel any guilt in his heart. In fact, he didn't care about anything now, he only cared about whether he could skip class smoothly today.

He asked Song Ciran if the head teacher would come, but Song Ciran didn't know.This monitor is really being treated like a dog.Yu Qiuliang reached out and snatched his soy milk, took a sip through the straw, then sat on the seat, and took out the fake note he had stolen from his schoolbag.It is not difficult to steal a fake note. He thinks that he is extending his evil hands to the fake note for the great cause of mankind. Stealing a fake note is not considered stealing. Can a high school student skipping class be considered stealing?

Song Ciran gulped down the soy milk, and ran outside with a plastic bag and an empty cup. He was going to throw garbage at the stairs, and when he came back, he would spy on the intelligence.At this time, the other classes are quietly doing self-study, standing in the corridor and looking into the classroom, all of them are good students who are immersed in the problems, only Yu Qiuliang and his class are dancing wildly, no matter whether they have good grades or poor grades, it is the same lazy.

I don't know whether to say that the school leaders have too much trust in the students, or that they are too nervous. In short, Song Ciran checked the offices of the class teacher, the grade teacher, and even the principal and vice principal, and found that all the doors were hung. Lock.It seems that they are all on vacation, and they don't know if the teacher is in the office.

Originally, Song Ciran wanted to go to the teacher's office to take a look around, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. After all, no teacher would meddle in their own business, whether they skip class or not.The two substitute teachers who are now in charge of teaching their class have a lot of shit every day, but the English teacher is temporarily recruited from the junior high school and will never be there on weekends. As for the political teacher, she was originally the head teacher of the next class, and the head teacher's office Song Ciran had just touched the door, and all the heads of the six liberal arts classes were gone.

Inferring from the clues collected so far, one can easily draw a conclusion: Although there was a small accident in today's class skipping plan, it can still be implemented smoothly.

This is great news.Song Ciran danced, twisting the big yangko all the way back to the classroom.If his appearance is seen by the teachers, he will be criticized again if he fails to keep it. However, now, there are basically no teachers in the entire school.

"The teacher is not here." When Song Ciran came back, Yu Qiuliang had already filled out the leave slip and was waiting for him with his schoolbag in his arms.As soon as he said that the teacher was not there, Yu Qiuliang immediately jumped up from the chair, but instead of running out directly, he went to the window first and glanced downstairs vigilantly.

Song Ciran didn't understand what he was doing. He thought he was worried about the guard, so he patted him on the back and said, "The guard is probably sleeping. Let's run faster. I'll take you to the Internet cafe by bike after the school gate."

Yu Qiuliang absently said "oh", he knew that Song Ciran had misunderstood, but he was actually looking to see if Yu Xiasheng was there.If a devil walked towards him right after he left the school, he felt that he might faint on the spot and be sent to the hospital without waking up, completely turning into a vegetative state.

Fortunately, Yu Xiasheng was not there.Yu Qiuliang turned around and ran past the table, grabbed the schoolbag on the table, and ran out from the back door of the classroom.Song Ciran hurriedly stuffed the phone into his pocket and ran with him.No matter how many times I have experienced it, I am still excited when I skip class, and the source of that excitement is probably the joy of breaking the shackles.

For some people, rules are meant to be followed; but for Qiu Liang, the rules of the school are only meant to be broken.

A school is not a country, it is included in a whole country, and it is only a small part of the country. From this perspective, school power must of course be subject to the jurisdiction or governance of the law.However, some things are explicitly prohibited by the state, but they still happen on campus—such as making up lessons, overcharging tuition fees, embezzling scholarships, conducting body searches without authorization, and teachers secretly rummaging through students’ schoolbags and confiscating them while they are away. some personal items.

Others always say that strict school management is a good thing, but Yu Qiuliang doesn't think so. He always feels that people who love to study love to study no matter where they are, and those who don't like to study are useless no matter how strict they are. Have a negative effect.Take himself as an example, no one urged him to recite Chinese, no one urged him to learn history, and no one urged him to pay attention to politics, but he always did it unconsciously.On the contrary, everyone is forcing him to learn mathematics, the same is true of the teacher in charge of the class, the head teacher is the same, even Yu Xiasheng is like this, but he just hates mathematics.

The doormen were sleeping, sure enough, and as soon as no one was watching them, they began to neglect their duties.Yu Qiuliang and Song Ciran passed under the window of the reception room with cats on their waists. Yu Qiuliang suddenly thought that these uncle guards guarding here might be like a prison.

Their high school is a key school, but Yu Qiuliang doesn't have any special feeling.The reason why he chose this school was not because of its enrollment rate. The reason for him choosing this school is simple: the management is relaxed and it is easy to skip classes.

Others are trying to find ways to squeeze in without hesitating to spend money, but he is here, planning to escape every day.

The moment they stepped out of the school gate, it was only 15 minutes before they entered the class.

A swift escape.

The moment he sat in the back seat of Song Ciran's car, Yu Qiuliang turned his head in a strange way.He suddenly found that under the dark sky, on the top floor of the teaching building, Gu Jia was leaning on the railing and looking at him.She was still wearing that white dress, Yu Qiuliang felt cold for her.Why is she wearing a white dress?Yu Qiuliang remembered that it was winter that she committed suicide by jumping off a building.

Senior sister is a good student, she never skipped class before, nor was she mischievous like him.Yu Qiuliang coughed lightly, the smog in this northern city became more and more serious.

A few years ago, more than ten years ago, there may not have been such a dark sky...but the hearts of some people will always be dark, and they will never change because of the age they live in.