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

The two returned to the classroom after dinner. There was still half an hour before the evening self-study class, but the students in the class had already arrived, and a small number of people gathered around the back row to chat about basketball and games.

As soon as Xia Ci took his seat, a few students with better grades in the class came over and asked, "How is the boss? Do you think this question is difficult?"

For the difficulty of the test papers, Xia Ci has never had a feeling. The types of questions are almost all brushed before. Sometimes the questions will talk about hype, but in fact, everything is the same. There is no writing or not, only whether you want to or not. Write, he said: "It's okay, it's not difficult."

"...Is this topic okay?" Zhou Huaizhi swallowed, "Boss, are you talking in human language?"

Xia Ci: "Otherwise it's a lie?"

Hong Yingying let out a long sigh, "May I borrow your test paper, sir?"

Xia Ci took out all the test papers, and after a while, they were divided up by the class representatives of each subject, saying that they wanted to study the problem-solving ideas for the God of Learning Exam.

In the end, there was no writing at all on the test paper I took back, just a few rough sketches on the topic, and the remaining blank space was basically used for drawing...

"Fuck! Who the hell is this! Lao Tzu's cake!" Zheng Wenwu was standing at the back door eating, and was bumped into his chest by someone who rushed in suddenly, and the filling in the potato cake fell all over the floor.

Boss Huang covered his head with his school uniform, ran around like a headless chicken for a while, and finally lay down on the desk sullenly without saying a word.

Everyone smiled and leaned over Huang He, and asked jokingly, "What's wrong with Boss Huang? Are you sad about losing your relationship?"

"Keep away from me," Huang He was a little bored, he unzipped his school uniform, poked his nose and eyes out, and said, "Leave me alone."

"What's in a bad mood, tell me to make everyone happy," Zheng Wenwu walked over holding a potato pancake, "Boss, why are you holding your head?"

Hearing this, Huang He pulled the school uniform even tighter, and the two big men next to him looked curious and leaned over to watch the play.

Xia Ci supported the desk and asked, "Have you gone to get your hair cut?"

Huang He raised his head sharply, gave him a surprised look, and then his head was like a rattle, "I didn't, I didn't cut it."

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was covering up. Zheng Wenwu wrapped up the potato cake in one gulp, wiped his hands, and then pulled the school uniform off Huang He's head, "No matter how ugly a daughter-in-law is, she must see her in-laws. You can't escape."

Huang He struggled for a while and buried his head under the desk, but he still lost to the strength of so many people. A shiny head with only a handful of hair on the top was exposed in front of everyone.

"Damn it! I'm dead!" Huang He threw himself down on the desk in despair, "You bunch of beasts!"

The person next to him was stunned for two seconds, and almost laughed to the ground.

"My old swan, hahahahaha... Boss Huang, you look amazing," Zheng Wenwu smiled and spread out on a row of stools, "Where did you get your hair cut? What's the barber's name?"

Xia Ci leaned against the desk, laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist, "Boss Huang can try using Bawang recently, the hair will not be ugly when it grows back...it won't be so obtrusive."

Boss Huang raised his head, looked back at Xia Ci, and asked doubtfully, "Are you serious?"

Just now everyone hadn't seen Huang He's hairstyle in front of him. When he looked up now, everyone found that there were three strands of hair in front of him, which looked like San Mao in The Wanderings of San Mao.

Ye Kong couldn't help it, he was so full of laughter that he almost hung on Xia Ci, "Boss Huang, why don't you think about getting your hair cut?"

"I fucking want to turn over a new leaf, can I start a new life?" Boss Huang pointed at the man in front of him with a crooked smile and scolded, "Are you still human? Are you brothers? Brothers were harmed by Tony and you are like this. Still laughing! Do you have any love and compassion?!"

Zheng Wenwu pursed his lips, trying not to act against his will, "Boss Huang, your hairstyle is so handsome!"

Xia Ci nodded and comforted, "He's quite handsome."

Ye Kong echoed: "It's astonishing!"

Huang He: "..." Please shut up and be human.

After the monthly exam, there are always people who are happy and others who are worried. Not only are they worried about their unsatisfactory grades, but they are also worried about why they don’t work hard.

Boss Huang felt that he had played too much recently, and decided to change his mind the moment he left the examination room. He took advantage of dinner time to go out and buy a few tutorial books, and then had a haircut. Everything changed from the beginning.

Try not to be so weak when facing the monthly exam next time.

"Don't tell me if it takes more than 2 minutes in the future." Huang He sorted out the tutorial and said solemnly: "I'm going to study hard, this time I'm serious."

"Yes, yes, yes," everyone said with an evil expression that I believed in you, "Boss Huang is rich and noble, don't forget each other."

Huang He: "Go away, you guys are making me study!"

The bell rang for evening self-study.

Zhou Huaizhi walked in with a stack of test papers, and the atmosphere in the classroom froze instantly.

"The math test paper has been changed, and the students are mentally prepared."

There was a wailing below.

Wang Zhuoli bit Oreo, his left leg couldn't help shaking, "Ah, it's over, it's over, it's time for trial."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Huaizhi handed him a test paper with a score of 89. Xiaopang stared at him, stretched his legs, and sighed: "It is impossible to pass the monthly math test in this lifetime."

Hu Xingcheng patted him, "My condolences to Fat Brother, you will pass the college entrance examination."

Several people handed out the test papers together, and the speed was very fast. Ye Kong sat up straight and looked at the people walking back and forth, praying silently in his heart, he must not be lower than the score of the weekly test.

Xia Ci probably saw his thoughts, reached out and stroked his hair, and said softly: "Just do your best."

Ye Kong smiled: "I'm full, there must be progress."

After the test papers were handed out, Ye Kong had indeed improved, [-] points more than the last weekly test, and the mathematics had already entered the [-]-point mark.

Ye Kong breathed a sigh of relief, and handed the test paper to his deskmate like a gift, "Look, look, sixty to seventy points is a qualitative leap."

Xia Ci didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It's pretty awesome."

"Look at this clear idea of ​​solving the problem," Ye Kong continued to blow, "Look at this neat scroll, which has not been altered from the beginning to the end..." I don't know where this person came from, dare to put A piece of hype that took seventy minutes to blow.

Ye Kong couldn't continue blowing, and finally asked anxiously: "You just say whether I have improved."

Xia Ci helped him fold the test paper, smiled for a while and nodded: "I have made great progress, I must continue to work hard."

Ye Konggui laughed, and asked in a low voice: "Then our agreement..."

Before she finished speaking, Lao Ji walked in with a computer, connected the multimedia with three taps, and then wrote the eight characters "Never forget the original heart and never forget it" on the blackboard.

You don't need to ask to know that Lao Ji is here to pour chicken soup for everyone again.

A necessary healing class meeting after the monthly exam.

"I just saw that everyone has got the math test papers." Lao Ji clapped her hands to attract everyone's attention, "Don't pay too much attention to the scores, learn to look for problems in the test papers, know how to check for omissions and fill in the gaps. There are still many opportunities for the exam. Don't worry about the score this time."

"Taking advantage of the class meeting today, let's take a look at the learning experience of your seniors and sisters in the previous class," Lao Ji clicked on the video, "Your current troubles, they have also experienced it, let's see how they adjusted and overcome it .”

The classmate sitting next to the switch turned off the light, and the classroom fell into silence. Everyone raised their heads to look at the projector.

The video was recorded by seniors and sisters who have already been admitted to the ideal university. It is mainly to share with you the experience of facing the college entrance examination, and the focus is on the adjustment of mentality after each monthly exam.

In the third year of senior high school, there are basically no new lessons, and most of the time is spent reviewing and brushing up questions, and the exams are more frequent than in the first and second grades of senior high school. Such a fast pace will catch many students off guard and easily fall into deep self-doubt.

The video is only 10 minutes long, everyone watched it with mixed feelings, and instantly inspired the determination to study hard, wishing to be buried in textbooks for 24 hours.

Lao Ji asked the students to turn on the lights, and pointed to the words on the blackboard, "After watching the video, you all know it in your heart. It's useless for me to say more, and the truth is easy to understand."

Lao Ji thought for a while, and finally added a sentence: "Before doing anything, don't forget why you set off."

The words were long, and the atmosphere in the classroom entered the unique melancholy after the monthly exam. No one wanted to talk, and everyone buried their heads in their thoughts.

Ye Kong stayed on the desk for a while, then asked his deskmate if he wanted to go to the bathroom, "Go, I'm afraid of the dark."

Xia Ci stood up helplessly, "Let's go."

The corridor of the laboratory building was as quiet as ever, and the lights were not turned on in the corridor connected to the toilet of the teaching building. Fortunately, the road could be seen clearly by the light from the teaching square.

Ye Kong was walking, suddenly stopped, and asked uncertainly: "Do you think I can be admitted to university?"

Xia Ci also stopped and asked, "Why not?"

Ye Kong smiled and continued to walk forward, "Yes, I just want to ask."

Xia Ci: "Before reaching the end, everything is possible."

Ye Kong hummed softly, took Xia Ci's hand and squeezed it, "We will go to Shanghai together."

Walking to the corner connecting the teaching building and the laboratory building, Xia Ci remembered something, and he called out in a low voice: "Brother Kong."

Ye Kong turned his head when he heard the sound, Xia Ci grabbed his school uniform collar, moved his lips towards him and tapped him lightly on the face.

Ye Kong's brain buzzed, and his heartbeat instantly exploded.

Before Xia Ci had time to retreat, Ye Kong roughly dragged him into the empty laboratory next to him.

When he reacted, the person in front of him had already pressed the door of the laboratory, and the surrounding was pitch black, and he could only feel the sound of rapid breathing coming towards him.

Xia Ci also felt dry in his throat, but he still pushed Ye Kong rationally, "... calm down."

If you can calm down at this time, I'm afraid it's not a man.

Ye Kong put his hands on Xia Ci's waist, and said with difficulty, "Who made you like to stimulate me? I told you that you would get kissed like this."

Just as Xia Ci was about to speak, the next second he was so kissed that he couldn't speak.

Ye Kong's kisses were incoherent, obviously inexperienced, he first touched lightly, then pecked lightly, young and cautious.

Later, he probably couldn't bear it anymore, the delicate kiss became a little eager and aggressive, Ye Kong kissed, and even started to bite.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer. While Ye Kong is pressing over, the hand clasped on Xia Ci's waist is still slightly forcefully brought into his arms. Xia Ci was so kissed that he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't hold back his low hum. One sound.

The originally arrogant and aggressive boy was pushed against the wall at this time, and a thin layer of mist formed in his eyes.

The laboratory was too quiet, and the breathing of the two became clearer. While Ye Kong let go of Xia Ci's lips, he lowered his head and sucked on his neck.

"Fuck..." Xia Ci breathed heavily, speaking in a hoarse voice, "Your neck is itchy, don't kiss."

Ye Kong was unmoved, "I'll stamp it."

"..."

The two came out of the laboratory and took a few deep breaths.

Xia Ci licked his lips that were almost broken, and said with disgust: "You will basically say goodbye to kissing after your skills."

Ye Kong raised his eyebrows, and said in a nasty tone: "Good skills can only be obtained through many times of practice."

Xia Ci: "..."

After going to the toilet and returning to the classroom, school was over in a few minutes.

Wang Zhuoli came over bitterly with the test paper, and accidentally saw a red spot on Xia Ci's neck. He pointed to it and asked, "Brother Ci, what's wrong with you?"

Xia Ci was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood what it meant to "stamp a seal" just now. He glared at Ye Kong, who was giggling, and then silently pulled the zipper of the school uniform to the top, pretending to be nonchalant and said calmly: "It's nothing, it's okay to be locked up." The dog bit."

Ye Kong: "..."

The author has something to say: Wang Zhuoli: If you are bitten by a dog, get vaccinated quickly!

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Xia Ci: cough cough.

Wang Zhuoli: Excuse me, excuse me...

First of all, I apologize for disappointing everyone every day, sorry.

In fact, in yesterday’s chapter, I wanted to tell everyone what happened in the past two days, but after typing a long string of words, I was afraid that it would appear too hypocritical and took myself too seriously, so I deleted it.

During this period of time, I felt that there was something wrong with my mentality. The first reason was that because I had to prepare for the exam in May, I felt that my energy was a little out of balance, and I didn't do well on both sides.

The second is because more and more people read the stories I wrote, and you are all very nice, you voted for me and nutrient solution, and came to Weibo to cheer me up.In my heart, I want to write better, I want more people to like me, and I want Class 22 to leave a deeper impression on everyone, so I can't help but think about the words when I start typing, often I will struggle for a long time on whether to use "suddenly" or "suddenly", I want to cater to everyone's cuteness.The consequence of this kind of psychology is that I can't even write the beginning.After sitting in front of the computer for a day, I only write a few hundred words, and after reading it for the last time, I still want to delete it.Typical talent not matched by ambition.

My original intention of writing articles has changed a bit. I don’t want to open the background these days, so I calm down and think about it carefully. In fact, I just need to write out what I want to express most for everyone to see. This is my original intention.

For my non-reporting and random update, I would like to say sorry for disappointing everyone, and it will not be like this in the future.