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

The watermelon team won the first round of the qualifiers, and there is no suspense in winning.

In the evening self-study, Zheng Wenwu passed a note to Ye Kong all the way from the desk:

-Brother Kong, today's first victory, would you and Brother Ci come to my bedroom to celebrate?

Ye Kong pressed the note at the bottom of the book, tapped the desk next door with his fingertips, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to go to 411 to have a good time tonight? Zheng Wenwu said that we won the game today, let's celebrate."

Xia Ci just woke up, he was still in a dazed state, he rubbed his eyes, and agreed casually.

Ye Kong saw that his hair was a bit messy when he slept, and a small bunch of dull hair sticking out from the side, looked soft and fluffy.

He couldn't hold back, and raised his hand to stroke Xia Ci's hair. The hair was soft and slippery, and it felt good.

Xia Ci was lying on the desk, his drowsiness was not reduced by sleeping in two classes, he let Ye Kong stroke for a while, and then he got annoyed, and then pushed the hand on his head, "Are you looking for a fight?" ?”

The voice was very soft, revealing a deep laziness. Because of sleeping for too long, Xia Ci's eyes were slightly red, and when he looked at Ye Kong, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.

Ye Kong quickly withdrew his hands, turned his face away and lowered his head, putting his face on the cold desk to cool down.

Not long after, he took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Meng Yue and Zhao Yanbo.

- Come to 411 immediately after school, and you will be beaten if you are late.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the teacher had just left. Hao Chengji held a small stack of test papers, and with eyes that wanted to eat people, he leaned over to Xia Ci's desk in a dignified manner, and said tremblingly: "Can you teach... ..."

Ye Kong took a long breath and was about to come over to say something, Xia Ci suddenly raised his head and waved at him, "You go back and take a shower first, I'll be back in a while."

These words sounded like a domineering boss, Ye Kong lowered his voice and snorted, "Hurry up, I'll wait for you in the dormitory."

After all, he turned and walked out of the classroom door.

As soon as Ye Kong left, Hao Chengji felt relieved. He spread out the test paper, on which were densely packed steps to solve the problems. The red and black markers were neatly marked, but it was a pity that the key points could not be seen at a glance.

Xia Ci copied the title, listed a series of fractions, and multiplied each item by one-half. Only then did Hao Chengji see the clue of the title, and suddenly realized: "Is it necessary to use the method of subtraction by dislocation?"

"There are not many tricks in the series of questions, the main thing is to find the pattern," Xia Ci flipped through Hao Chengji's test papers, each one was carefully corrected, and it was obvious that 100% was used.

"Each question in the test paper has a fixed question type," Xia Ci said, "It is much more effective if you classify the test methods that often appear in each question type than just taking notes in class."

"By the way," Xia Ci pulled out a bound booklet from the desk and handed it over, "I have classified some frequently asked questions about series of numbers, you can take it and have a look."

This booklet was originally prepared for Ye Kong.

Before Huang He came to ask a question, Ye Kong cried and rushed to ask first, but when Huang He left, he said, "Oh, so I understand", and finally Xia Ci revealed his true nature when he asked a question.

For some unknown reason, Xia Ci did all the sequence questions in one evening self-study, and then sorted and bound them. He hasn't found a suitable reason for Ye Kong yet.

Hao Chengji took the booklet, held it in his hands like a baby, and worshiped the god of learning a little more. He took out a few pieces of chocolate from his school uniform pocket and put them on Xia Ci's table, "Thank you very much, this is my Dad came to see me the day before yesterday...the taste is not bad."

"I'll go back and copy this booklet," Hao Chengji said again, "I can return it to you tomorrow."

Xia Ci coughed, thinking that this is just an opportunity, he said: "You can just give it to Ye Kong after you finish watching."

"..."

Hao Chengji returned to his seat with both joy and sadness. He didn't know how to face the school bully who would eat people at any time tomorrow.

Xia Ci put the chocolates into the side pocket of the backpack, and was about to get up when he put the bag on his shoulders, when a granny came in through the back door hunchbacked with a sack.

The target goes straight to the trash can in the sanitation corner.

She rummaged through it a few times and found out the drink bottles that some classmates had finished drinking. She unscrewed the bottle caps, stomped the bottles flat, and threw them into a dirty burlap bag.

Xia Ci has seen him many times, most of the time is after class in the evening self-study, she always breaks into the classroom in a hurry, collects the bottles neatly, and then goes to the next classroom.

I heard from Boss Huang that she lives in the faculty building of the school, and that her grandson was the provincial number one scholar and is now a postdoctoral fellow. She has a bright future with unlimited prospects.

The provincial number one scholar's parents died young, and his grandma was responsible for collecting waste products alone. Now that his grandson is promising, his grandma's life should also be easier.

But the grandmother is used to this kind of life. Even if her grandson and school leaders persuaded her many times, she would not listen. Collecting waste and bottles has become an indispensable part of her life.

In the end, she just didn't want to be a burden to her grandson.

"...There are a lot of bottles here," Xia Ci pulled out a small cardboard box from the back of the cabinet, which contained the drinks bottles he and Ye Kong had finished drinking.

Some time ago, the school supermarket held an event, and there were prizes for uncovering the drinks. He and Ye Kong went to buy drinks between classes, and each of them won 22 bottles. Class [-] was dispatched collectively.

"From now on, I will put the empty bottles in this box, and you can come and pick them up after class." Xia Ci said while helping her pour the bottles into the sack.

The old grandma smiled happily, and deep wrinkles formed at the corners of her eyes. She kept saying something, her voice was very low and hoarse, and Xia Ci couldn't understand. She just silently helped her pull the sack, and then said Farewell.

After taking a shower, Ye Kong paced back and forth in the dormitory. He took out his mobile phone and looked at the posts for a while. Not only did the popularity of the posts of "Second and Three Things" in the morning not decrease, but he was pushed to the boutique building because of the basketball game in the afternoon. 2000 layers.

Ye Kong clicked in, casually flipped through a floor——

[Ah, ah, Xia Ci is so handsome!Crazy for him, crazy for him, bang bang bang bang for him! 】

"..."

It's so fucking bad to be at the same table.

Ye Kong rubbed the center of his brows, threw the phone on the bed, dragged a bench to the balcony with the guitar in his arms.

As soon as Xia Ci reached the fifth floor, he heard Ye Kong singing on the balcony. He walked outside lightly, and the lyrics and the melody of the guitar gradually became clear.

"Fascinated by your eyes, the Milky Way has traces to follow."

"Through the gap of time, it is still real, attracting my trajectory."

"This momentary scene, the most intimate distance."

"Follow the texture of your skin, and walk through the zigzag arms."

"I will give you a dream, I will give you a dream." <·)))><

......

Xia Ci doesn't listen to songs very much. When he was in No. [-] Middle School, the school didn't allow him to listen to them. Most of his impressions of songs still stay in the era of Andy Lau and the Little Tigers.

It was the first time he heard this song sung by Ye Kong, and he was stunned.

"You're finally back, and overheard me singing again," Ye Kong walked over with a smile, "I told you to call me Brother, and I'll sing for you whatever you want to hear."

Xia Ci: "Get out, I'm listening openly."

"All right, all right, aboveboard," Ye Kong said again, "This song is called Mercury, and the words are well written."

The two returned to the dormitory, Xia Ci put the bag on the table, took out the chocolate and handed it to Ye Kong, "Try it?"

There are two big pink hearts printed in the middle of the purple package, and the word "lover" on it is very eye-catching. Ye Kong looked at the chocolate and smirked for a while, then opened it and threw it into his mouth. After the faint bitter taste, it was greasy sweet.

Ye Kong: "It's delicious, did you buy it?"

Xia Ci was picking up the clothes for the bath, and turned around and said, "It was given by the school committee."

The corner of Ye Kong's mouth twitched, "Bah, it's unpalatable."

"..."

When Xia Ci and Ye Kong arrived at 411, Meng Yue and the others had already been high for a while.

"Come on, come on, truth or dare," Meng Yue stood up and greeted, "Zheng Wenwu is going to start talking about his first love girlfriend!"

"You guys are too slow, the daylilies we waited for are all cold." Zheng Wenwu moved the quilt on the bed aside to make room for two places, and said, "There were not enough people in the round just now, so it doesn't count. Do it all over again now!"

As a pioneer in collecting gossip, Huang He has no reason not to listen to the news, "No, at least tell me when was my first love."

Zheng Wenwu smiled and tried to get away with it, "Third year of junior high school, no kiss, love, okay?"

Huang He was satisfied: "Yes, let you go."

Zheng Wenwu tidied up the lottery buckets and began to talk about the rules of the game: "Let's count from the beginning in a clockwise direction, and people who have numbers with six or multiples of six have shouted, and those who make mistakes draw lots, no matter what they draw, even if it is If you call Datou, you are not allowed to play tricks."

Everyone nodded, they couldn't wait, "Start!"

"one."

"two."

"three."

......

After more than a dozen rounds, no one made a mistake. The number reported by Zhao Yanbo exceeded one hundred, and the multiplication after that was no longer within the range of Ye Kong's oral calculations.

Ye Kong: "Don't worry, let me think about it, one hundred... zero two... right?"

"Hahahaha! Congratulations on stepping on thunder!" Zheng Wenwu clapped his hands and cheered, "Seventeen times six is ​​one hundred and two!"

Meng Yue: "The rules of this game are simply embarrassing my Brother Kong! Hahahaha..."

Huang He: "Brother Kong, draw quickly, are you telling the truth or taking a big risk?"

"If you are a man, you have to take a big risk," Ye Kong reached out to get the lottery, and when he took a look, his smile gradually froze.

"What did you get?" Zhao Yanbo took a look at it, and laughed instantly, "This lottery is too hot! Push the player on your left into the corner, use a 'flirtatious' style to support the wall with one hand, and the two look at each other affectionately for 10 Second."

Xia Ci sat beside him, smiling gloatingly, and suddenly found that everyone's eyes were on him.

Fuck it.

He is the player on Ye Kong's left.

"Let's start, it's not a bad idea," everyone booed, and the mobile phones were ready to take pictures, "We will time the time, and if there is a second less than ten seconds, we have to start all over again. You should be more professional."

Everyone made way for them, and Xia Ci was inexplicably arranged to lean against the wall.

At this moment, he deeply understands what it means to harm the fish in the pond, and what the player on the left did wrong...

"You have to look at me, otherwise it won't count," Ye Kong put his hand on the wall seemingly relaxed, and reminded him in a low voice with a smile, with a hint of expectation in his tone.

The distance between the two is an arm's length, not too close, but they can feel each other's slight breath, as well as a little fragrance of shower gel on each other's body.

After ten seconds of staring at each other, Ye Kong stopped laughing just after halfway through. He was a little lucky that there were always people booing around, otherwise his heartbeat like a drum would be exposed in the quiet air and be heard by everyone. Chu.

"Ten seconds is up!"

Ye Kong put down his stiff hand and returned to his position in a trance.

Xia Ci walked over and pulled the T-shirt on his body. In just ten seconds, a lot of hot sweat burst out from his back, and his palms were also sweating because of the tight fists just now.

"Let's take a look at the photos." Huang He flipped through a few snapped photos just now, and commented objectively: "Your standing posture...is definitely a model for our military training."

"..."

The author has something to say: Pulling out wisdom teeth in the past two days simply killed me...

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