The same table is always testing the edge of the fried hair

Because of Tao Renyan's affairs, Zhao Yanbo was listless for several days, and even the coke chicken wings gifted by the canteen chef were tasteless.

"Brother Bo, don't be reckless, this chicken wing is going to be smashed by you, do you want to eat it? Don't give it to me," Meng Yue looked at the torn chicken wing distressedly.

Zhao Yanbo opened his chopsticks and said disgustedly: "Go aside, you won't be given points if you dump it."

"Oh, man, you still said you love me two days ago," Meng Yue said, "Brother Bo, you really are a scumbag!"

Zhao Yanbo didn't bother to talk to him, and continued to be depressed.

Ye Kong has never been very good at reading other people's faces, and he always said what he thought. He wondered why Zhao Yanbo ate alone these two days. After Xu Yi made a girlfriend, the two were inseparable, let alone going to school for dinner. Even when you go to the toilet, you have to stand guard at the door, which makes you feel tired.

"Old Zhao, where's your super flower?"

It’s okay not to mention it, but when Ye Kong mentioned it, Zhao Yanbo’s bitter face became even more bitter, and the word “broken love” hung in the center of his face, and he said resentfully, “It’s blown.”

"Why did you blow it?" Meng Yue was surprised by the ever-changing love in this world, "Didn't you two have a good time during the National Day?"

Zhao Yanbo sighed: "Actually, it's not bragging, we're not together at all."

Meng Yue: "Why? You didn't confess your love to others?"

"I told you earlier," Zhao Yanbo became more and more annoyed as he thought about it, "I went downstairs to her house on the second night of National Day and talked a lot, but they said..."

Everyone stared wide-eyed and poked their heads, unable to gossip, "What did you say?"

Zhao Yanbo: "...say I'm a good person."

"Pfft! You have been issued a good person card," Meng Yue said, "Does she still recognize you as a brother?"

Zhao Yanbo looked up at him in surprise, "How do you know?"

Meng Yue: "This is a routine. I knew it well when I was playing Koukou Xuanwu."

Zhao Yanbo looked melancholy, the bird of love was sent flying by a good card before it even got out of the nest, he took a few mouthfuls of food absent-mindedly.

However, the rice was stuck in his throat and he couldn't swallow it no matter what.

Lovelorn needs comfort, Ye Kong patted Zhao Yanbo on the back, and said earnestly, like someone who has been here before: "Where is there no grass in the end of the world, why bother to love a single flower? Brother, don't be sad, you still have Yuezi!"

After hearing these words, Zhao Yanbo felt a little strange, and couldn't eat anymore.

At the beginning of October, the weather was much cooler than when school first started, and it was still possible to wear short sleeves without turning on the electric fan.

As usual, Lao Ji walked into the classroom with the sound of the preparatory bell. Her hair parted in the middle was neatly combed and shiny, and her white shirt was tucked into her trousers. Fifty-five equal parts.

"Today, we will conduct random checks on the mastery of typos in ancient poems," Lao Ji said. "Take out an exercise book, and I will report the first sentence and you will write the next sentence. Those who fail in the end will be penalized for copying."

"Wow! No teacher, we are not prepared!"

"I just want to catch you off guard, who makes you unconscious." Lao Ji opened the textbook, "I will give you 10 minutes to prepare, if you don't know it, hurry up and memorize it."

No matter how much she howled, Lao Ji had made up her mind, and dictation became a final matter. Huang He flipped through the book back and forth, and there were too many forgotten points. At this time, he couldn't calm down and memorize it well.

He turned his head and looked at Ye Kong, who was writing something quickly, without thinking about it, it was probably a cheat sheet.

"Brother Kong, help the world!" Huang He leaned over and whispered, "Let me see your cheat sheet."

"What cheat sheet?" Ye Kong raised his head and said, "I'm writing a letter of protest to Datou, and I don't have time right now."

Huang He: "When will you not be able to write a protest letter? Now, if you don't make a cheat sheet, you will fail the grade. You will be punished for copying."

"Fuck," Ye Kong focused on the protest letter and asked back without raising his head, "I have Lao Xia, so why do I need to write a cheat sheet?"

Huang He: "..." Excuse me.

Ye Kong's geographical location is unique, his deskmate is the first in the grade, and he can get the correct answer just by looking at it casually, isn't it a waste of time to make a cheat sheet!

Huang He turned back resentfully, and began to endorse the book without a clue.

"What protest letter did you write for Datou?" Xia Ci asked casually after hearing the conversation between Ye Kong and Huang He just now.

"The school is going to hold a basketball game next week, and the big head expressly prohibits seniors from participating," Ye Kong stopped writing and said, "You won't even be allowed to watch it. Do you still have human rights?"

This kind of "no human rights" thing, Xia Ci has long been used to in No. 10 Middle School. The school not only has to control your study status and grade fluctuations, but also has a strict [-]-minute time limit for you to call your family and friends.

Xia Ci sometimes feels that going to No. [-] Middle School is like being locked in a book-sounding prison. Good grades are excellent, and poor grades are scum and cancer. Endless competition and extreme positioning are entangled in everyone's eyes. The arm crushed the person bit by bit, and finally fell to the ground, and then crawled in a uniform manner in the prescribed posture.

Regardless of whether you stand up and fight back, the adults will always say: the education in school has always been like this, and everyone is for your own good.

It has always been like this, so it must be right?

Is it for my own good that my parents have been ignoring me for three years?

Xia Ci was stunned, not quite understanding this matter.

"Hey, what are you thinking?" Ye Kong waved his hand in front of Xia Ci, "I've called you several times."

"......what?"

"I asked you if you can play basketball," Ye Kong said, "whether you want to join our basketball team."

Xia Ci: "The big head won't let you participate, what a fart."

"Oh, now let's form a good team and think of a team name," Ye Kong said, "I promise that the big-headed iron tree will bloom tomorrow, so I agreed."

Ye Kong patted Xia Ci's hand, and said old-fashionedly: "You have to understand a truth, opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared."

Xia Ci: "Oh, that's right, don't read my dictation for a while."

"..."

In the end, Xia Ci still couldn't catch up with Ye Kong's fragmentary recitation of Dafa, so he copied a few sentences for him and barely managed to pass.

Before self-study last night, Meng Yue deliberately went to the fruit stand outside to buy a few pieces of watermelon, and when the teacher on duty was not paying attention, he secretly handed it in through the gap in the side railing. , a big sister next to him with heavy makeup handed him a flyer.

At the railing, the big head's face flashed past, Meng Yue didn't have time to read the contents of the flyer, he put it in his pocket casually, said goodbye to the eldest sister, and hurried to get the watermelon.

After finally avoiding the big head's inspection, Meng Yue wrapped four pieces of watermelon in his school uniform jacket and ran towards the laboratory building.

When they arrived, Xia Ci and Ye Kong were already seated, and Zhao Yanbo was still leaning on their desks, discussing something intensely.

Ye Kong smiled and said, "When did the big head change his gender, and he even allowed the senior year to participate in the basketball game."

"The student union said it," Zhao Yanbo said, "The school mailbox has received too many protest letters during this period, and it can't bear the hearts of the people."

"Come, come, eat watermelon," Baby Meng Yue seemed to take it out of his school uniform, and shared a piece with each of them.

Ye Kong: "Fuck! It's so sweet, Lao Xia, is yours sweet?"

Xia Ci: "It's okay."

Ye Kong: "Then give you a bite of mine, it's so fucking sweet!"

Xia Ci: "..."

"Give me a bite of yours, why is mine tasteless?" Zhao Yanbo leaned towards Ye Kong's watermelon.

"Get out, who said you bit me," Ye Kong took the watermelon a little farther away, "If it doesn't taste, you should drink water, and keep healthy."

Zhao Yanbo: "???" Why is this person so double-standard?

"Since the big head has agreed to participate in the third year of high school, we have to form a team and sign up as soon as possible," Ye Kong said, "We will add four of Zheng Bin, Lao Xia, will you participate?"

Xia Ci: "I don't cooperate well, I can only shoot."

Ye Kong patted his thigh, nodded and said, "Just know how to shoot. If we cooperate, we will be perfect."

"..."

"Tomorrow I will look for two substitutes," Zhao Yanbo said, "First think about the name of our team."

Meng Yue: "Long Aotian? Long Ritian? Long Caotian?"

Ye Kong: "...Please don't watch Ba Zong fall in love with me."

Meng Yue: "Hey Brother Kong, you also watch this kind of stuff."

Ye Kong immediately denied: "I haven't watched it, the kind that girls watch."

Meng Yue has reason and evidence: "I didn't see how you know that Long Aotian is the overlord?"

Ye Kong: "..."

Sitting next to him, Xia Ci couldn't help laughing, then pointed to the watermelon in Ye Kong's hand, "Or call it the Watermelon Team."

Ye Kong was the first to applaud: "Okay! It's casual yet connotative, majestic yet fresh and elegant, this name is well chosen!"

When Ye Kong blew this rainbow fart, the other three were stunned.

The preparatory bell for evening self-study rang, and Meng Yue and Zhao Yanbo returned to their class. Before leaving, Meng Yue always felt that something was missing in his pocket, but he couldn't remember it.

Xia Ci was dragged by Ye Kong to go to the bathroom. Before entering work, his phone rang suddenly. He looked down, and the caller ID showed: Dad.

Xia Ci answered quickly, and soon beamed with joy.

Ye Kong was also curious when he looked at it. As for being so happy when answering the phone, it couldn't be another girl who confessed with a blushing face, right?

Ye Kong suddenly found that he was very concerned about this kind of thing recently, he was afraid that someone would come to Xia Ci to confess his love, even if he gave him a gift, he would not be happy.

Fuck it.

Ye Kong shook his head, thinking, this is by no means jealous of Xia Ci, he is also pursued by many people, but they just look down on him.

Since it wasn't jealousy, what could make him feel uncomfortable?

He still can't figure it out.

Ye Kong walked to the seat while thinking, and his eyes were attracted by a crumpled red leaflet on the edge of Xia Ci's desk.

He took it out curiously and looked at it, his expression became very complicated.

There are several rows of photos of beautiful ladies printed on the big red flyer, and there are several WeChat QR codes and phone numbers at the bottom.

At the top position, the thickest and brightest bold text is used——

- Ten thousand people's blind date meeting, you can always find the one you like the most

The author has something to say: Ye Kong: It’s over, it’s over, I have 1 rivals in love

I have been rushing but still can't update before twelve o'clock, the flag is down...

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