Dressed as the school grass of the heartthrob [the past wears the present]

They came to the canteen, which was full of students who came to buy candles. Song Yu pulled Jiang Yun and squeezed in, "Jiang Yun, I was wrong, I have no power. Come here! Help me open a way out! Otherwise, I will wait a while." All the candles are going to be snapped up."

Jiang Yun stood still, and said arrogantly: "Heh, now you know who is the monitor?"

"You, you, you. I'll give you everything you want, okay?"

Jiang Yun smiled in satisfaction. He walked in front of him, picked up a student blocking the way with one hand, and opened a passage in three or two strokes. Song Yu followed him to the front, and successfully grabbed the candle. .

A little boy next to him said: "I didn't expect the seniors in the high school to bully our weak and helpless junior high school students!"

Jiang Yun turned around and saw that the person who spoke was a junior high school boy. He smiled at him presumptuously, "If you don't accept it, you can bully him again when you go to high school."

When Song Yu heard this, he immediately pulled Jiang Yun out of the canteen, "I'll go, Jiang Yun, do you want to cause public outrage? They will all come to beat us up later."

Jiang Yun: "That was kind of me, the more I get bullied, the stronger I become."

"Then they still have to thank you for your kindness?"

Jiang Yun walked up to him and said with a smile: "Then there's no need, it's enough for you to thank me."

"Dream." Song Yu ran upstairs without looking back.

I thought that school could be over after a power outage, but it turned out that I still had to go to class, and I still went to class with candles.

Nie Wuyi wailed, "The conditions are too fucking tough!"

Song Yu said: "It looks like you didn't study hard. Didn't you see that many of them went back to the dormitory with a desk lamp to study after self-study at night? Light up the night battle, what are you compared to others?"

Nie Wuyi sighed and said, "So it's the others who got [-] points more than me in the test."

In line with the awareness of saving, two people at the same table share a candle.Song Yu picked up the phone while listening to the class, changed the phone interface to dark mode, and then looked at the eye group news.

Song Yu: "Pofan! Everything was prepared, but the power went out. Wuyuzi."

Han Xing: "Then now there is really nothing left of the surprise, no surprise, no joy."

Jiang Wang: "Let me just say, my brother's unlucky physique is not suitable for birthdays at all."

Nie Wuyi made a fuss, "Is it suitable for Qingming Festival?"

"Nie Wuyi!" Song Yu casually threw the pen in his hand towards him.

The man missed, but knocked down the candle on his table. The candle rolled down from the table and rolled to the ground. Nie Wuyi ran to the ground to pick up the candle. The noise was too loud. The physics witch It's hard for the teacher not to want to hear it.

"Nie Wuyi! What are you doing?" As soon as the witch got mad, all the deserters in the class stopped, and the silence was too strange.

Nie Wuyi picked up the candle and looked up, "Teacher, my candle fell down."

"Be quiet! Get out if you don't want to attend class! Don't disturb the other students!" The old witch spoke, how dare Nie Wuyi not listen, he quickly replied: "Okay, teacher!"

After the witch resumed her lecture, Nie Wuyi quietly picked up her phone and sent a message to Song Yu, "Song Xiaoyu, wait for me!"

Song Yu sat in his seat for so long only to realize that the cake under the table was gone. He started handing out candles to his classmates as soon as he came back, and then sat down and stared at his phone. Only then did he realize that the cake was gone.

He turned his head and saw in the darkness that the cake had gone to Nie Wuyi's side.

Song Yu quickly wrote down the sentence "Nie Wuyi, return the things to me" on the draft book, and asked Jiang Yun to pass it to him.

Jiang Yun threw the notebook to Nie Wuyi next to him, then stretched out his long hands in front of him, spreading his palms, beckoning him to bring him the box quickly.

Nie Wuyi thought that he was the oldest on his birthday, so he gave him the box.

But Jiang Yun took it and didn't intend to return it to Song Yu. He quickly untied the tie on the box. If it breaks, I won’t pay for it.”

Jiang fainted and opened the box in a second, revealing the cake inside.

"This is?"

Through the weak candlelight, Jiang Yun saw a small cartoon character standing on the cake. That person was dressed in ancient white clothes, fluttering freely, and was driving a white horse. He didn't know where he was going.

Under the three-dimensional cartoon shape is a huge number 18, which represents.

"Is this boy riding a horse me?" Jiang asked dazedly.

"Who else but you?"

Jiang Yun was startled and said, "This is, a gift from you?"

"It's not a gift, it's food."

"what?"

There was a stool for stacking books behind Song Yu, he piled the books on the ground, then brought the stool over and placed it between him and Jiang Yun, "Put it on it, this is a birthday cake, I eat it on my birthday. "

"Birthday?" Jiang Yun said hesitantly, "Isn't Ching Ming Festival still here?"

Song Yu raised his eyes and asked, "Do you still want to celebrate Qingming?"

"It's okay, go to my grave to send flowers." Jiang Yun laughed at himself.

"Crow's mouth."

Seeing them sharing the cake, Nie Wuyi winked at them and said in a low voice, "Jiang Yun, are you very moved? Isn't it a surprise?"

Song Yu snatched his words away, "I'm so touched, this is really the most casual birthday party I've ever seen."

He moved the white candle on the table closer and said, "Jiang Yun, since it's already so casual, let's live it casually. We won't put in any birthday candles anymore, so you can make a wish on this candle." Go ahead. Don't blow it out, if you promise, or the old witch will be scolded again later."

Nie Wuyi: "It's really casual enough."

Song Yu said again as if coaxing a child: "Didn't you say you wanted to have a candlelight dinner at my house last time? Now it's a supplement for you."

Song Yu could do whatever he wanted, he closed his eyes and made a wish to the white candle on the table, he hoped that he could see this smiling young man in front of him forever.

Song Yu picked up the plastic fork and knife and gently scratched open the cake. He scratched the biggest piece for him, gave him the chocolate stand, and then shared a piece with Nie Wuyi and his tablemate, " Give the rest to Jiang Wang and the others. They must not know that we have shared the cake."

Jiang Yun put the paper on the tall pile of books in front of the table, and then brought the cake to the table. By the faint candlelight, he took a bite of the cream on the top layer, and couldn't resist turning his head to look at Song Yu. His eyes told him that it was delicious.

"Che, I know you like it." Song Yu said triumphantly.

Jiang Yun has never had a birthday since his parents passed away, and gradually, he himself forgot when his birthday was.

However, today someone actually remembered his birthday, and specially prepared such a special birthday cake for himself.

Jiang Yun's eyes unconsciously leaned on Song Yu's body, the flickering candlelight blinked his eyes, and the faint light cast a beautiful silhouette on Song Yu's clean white cheeks, and on that handsome face, hung a Zhang Yanli's smile.He finds himself looking at him, and gives himself another standard Song-style wink.

Again in such darkness, again under such firelight, and yet again such a brilliant blink of an eye.

Once again... it made Jiang feel dizzy.

He ate the cake blankly, staring at him, as if he had fallen in love.

"Jiang Dian!" The old witch on the podium suddenly called out his name loudly.

Jiang Yun shook the hand holding the fork, then stood up reflexively, "Here!"

"Jiang Yun, do you want to burn the classroom down?" The female witch spit and flew wildly at this side.

After he stood up, he saw that his paper on the pile of books was actually on fire!

"Hahahahaha!" Nie Wuyi next to him let out a roar of boiling water.

The fire spread quickly, and a large corner of the paper was quickly burned. Jiang Yun quickly picked up the paper, while Song Yu took a book and hit the paper fiercely.

After some struggle, Song Yu finally extinguished the fire. He wiped the sweat from his brow, "Last time I bombed the laboratory, this time I burned the classroom again, Jiang Yun, are you sent by heaven to torture me?"

"Uh... mistake, mistake." Jiang Yun felt deeply sorry.

When he was staring at Song Yu just now, his deep thoughts drifted away again, and at some point he squeezed his paper onto the flame of the candle.Now one-third of this paper has been burned, and the place where the teacher is talking about is completely burned.

"Turn your head around and listen to the class! Look at you, you won't be able to study if the electricity is off, right?" The witch's voice was like Lei Mu's, startled and frightened, and everyone dared not answer it. They all turned their heads back and continued to listen to the class.

Jiang Yun sat down again, grabbed Song Yu's paper, placed it between the [-]th and [-]th lines of the two tables, and said, "Let's read it together."

"You're welcome." Song Yu said, "Then you take notes."

Jiang Yun picked up his pen, moved it a little towards him, and complained: "You are lazy enough."

Song Yu was almost full from eating the cake, so he put the cake aside, and leaned in the middle of the table to listen to the class.

The physics teacher is now talking about a calculation problem. Jiang Huan is writing the formula on the paper with his body sideways, and Song Yu is also lying on the side of the paper to read the problem. The two are so close that Jiang Huan can even smell him. The creamy scent of the cake.

Jiang Yun saw a little cream on his side cheek, and slowly raised his pen-holding hand to his snow-white face.

"What are you doing? Molesting?" Song Yu fixed his eyes on him.

And Jiang Yun just said softly: "You have cream on your face."

"Oh." Song Yu quietly waited for him to do it, thinking that he was going to wipe it off for himself, but in the end he actually added something to himself.

Jiang Yun stretched out an index finger, pressed the smear of white cream, and drew a stroke diagonally upwards, drawing a long beard like a cat's.

He raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction, and said, "Cute, she has no head."

Song Yu was startled by his words, he did not expect that such a cold and beautiful person could say such greasy words.

After class, they took the rest of the cake and went to the opposite junior high school.

It was very dark outside, and everyone didn't want to stay in the classroom after a power outage. They all ran to the balcony outside. The corridor was crowded with people, and it was dark. I don't know who took the lead in singing, and then the left and right of the U-shaped corridor The two sides began to sing love songs, this is a battle between junior high school and high school.

When Jiang Yun and the others walked to the opposite junior high school, the style of music began to change, and now they sang the most dazzling national style.

Song Yu walked up the stairs on the second floor and sang along.

And a few dark figures on the second floor are secretly planning a big event.