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

As a provincial key high school, No. [-] Middle School is much more advanced and stylish than No. [-] Middle School. The eight huge stone lion statues at the school gate alone are enough to have a good reputation.

This training session gathered students from major high schools in the province who were preparing for the art test. Several buses from different places stopped at the main entrance of No. [-] Middle School at almost the same time as they had been contacted before.

Ye Kong leaned against the last row to catch up on getting back into the cage, and waited for the teacher to howl at the door of the car a few times before waking up.

"Here we are," Ye Kong got out of the car with his guitar in his arms, squinting his eyes to observe the new environment around him.

"Students from the No. [-] Middle School gather here," the leading teacher waved the small sign in his hand, "The students from the No. [-] Middle School are on the right, and the rest of the schools are on the left."

"Hurry up!"

About [-] students came to this training camp. Although they came from different schools, everyone had an inexplicable sense of sight of "fellow villagers seeing fellow villagers, with tears in their eyes". They chatted happily in twos and threes, and there was no such thing as a first time. The embarrassment of meeting.

"Fuck! Brother Kong, you're here too!"

Ye Kong raised his eyes and said pleasantly, "Yo, my Brother Heng is here too."

"I can't help it, I was forced to come here by the class teacher," Jian Heng said, "That guy thought I was a shit-stirring stick in the class, so he kicked me out and made the class quiet for two days. He said I was a shit-stirring stick, so what about his students? What is it."

Ye Kong chuckled: "It's time for lunch, don't talk about such things that affect your appetite."

Jian Heng is a friend who used to play ball with Ye Kong before. He likes to play music and play drums. He is very unconventional in terms of dressing and behavior. According to his words: Cool guy, cool is over .

Because it was too cool, Jian Heng, as one of the three thorns, was expelled when he was caught by the big head and the little braid in the first year of high school.

"How is Brother Kong doing in No. [-] Middle School?" Jian Heng asked, "I haven't seen Yuezi and Brother Bo for a long time."

"Didn't you just eat and wait to die like that before?" Ye Kong probably thought of something, his eyes were smiling, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, "I've been doing well recently."

As a person who has experienced many battles, Jian Heng fully understands the reason for Ye Kong's peachy smile. He leaned over and bumped Ye Kong with his elbow, and said with a smirk: "There is a situation, you... ..”

Ye Kong smiled but said nothing.

"Fuck!" Jian Heng pretended to be acquiesced, and hurriedly urged: "Do you have any photos? Show me what she looks like, and I will be more respectful next time we meet."

Ye Kong put his hand in his pocket, and refused, "I won't show it."

"Look at the wife who can't run away," Jian Heng said, "I'm just curious what the person who can catch your eyes looks like."

"What can you look like? Anyway, you think about it." Ye Kong said that he wouldn't show it, but he had already taken out the phone, and Xiao Li said meanly, "I'll just show you."

Jian Heng nodded, eyes wide open, trying not to miss any frame.

Ye Kong clicked on the phone, handed it over to Jian Heng and paused for a while.

"What are you looking at?" Jian Heng was at a loss, and saw a photo of a sunset behind a row of apps, and next to it was a boy's side face. The appearance was not clear, but just by looking at the outline, he knew that he should be a handsome guy , "If you don't order the photo album, what am I looking at?"

Ye Blank glanced at him, "I'm fucking showing you..."

The word "screensaver" hadn't been said yet, the team leader got a loudspeaker from somewhere, and even found a stone pier to climb up and stand on—

"Quiet! Quiet! Hurry up and line up! I will allocate temporary dormitories to you in order!"

All kinds of topics of calling brothers and sisters were forced to end, and everyone lined up in a noisy line.

The leading teacher took a deep breath: "There are only four-person dormitories in the No. [-] Middle School, so I will allocate them according to your school and the order of queuing. Don't complain too much about whether it is good or not. It always takes a little bit of hardship to come out to study. After that There are specific school rules, and I will remind everyone when the time comes.”

Because the English teacher was sick and asked for leave, the English class on Monday morning fell into the hands of the most dedicated and dedicated Yao Chunhe. In the math class in the morning, everyone had no psychological burden at all, and they spread out the test papers and fell asleep.

What Yao Chunhe said above was full of passion, and only a few of them still insisted on sleepiness, and the rest of the students fell down one by one at a speed visible to the naked eye, "Don't sleep, can you sleep in college?"

"If you fight against it now, it will be easier when you get to university."

There was no response from below, and there were even grunting sounds one after another. Yao Chunhe broke a few pieces of chalk while talking, and after a few accurate shots, he found that these people were already dead pigs who were not afraid of boiling water.

"For the next question, I'll get a few classmates to speak on the podium," Yao Chunhe put down the chalk, and smiled down with his hands behind his back.

As soon as these words came out, the originally quiet classroom exploded in an instant.

"Fuck! Where did Lao Yao talk?"

"Brother Ci, save me, how to solve this problem?"

"Bless you, don't call me, I'm just a sleepy scumbag."

"Is there any classmate who took the initiative to speak?" Yao Chunhe looked down with a smile, and said with satisfaction: "No, then I will call the roll."

Everyone lowered their heads one by one, not daring to look Lao Yao directly in the eyes.

"Teacher!" Huang He straightened his waist and raised his hands, his legs were ready to move after leaving the seat.

"Student Huang He is very good!" Yao Chunhe couldn't help applauding, "Everyone wants to learn from Huang He's spirit of actively expressing himself. I like this kind of classmate very much. Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared. , Huang He, please tell me your views and ideas on this question."

The air was quiet for a few seconds, and Huang He felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and said falteringly: "Teacher...I just want to go to the toilet...I can't hold it anymore."

"..."

Yao Chunhe's complexion became darker and darker amidst the laughter of the whole class, he frowned and said helplessly, "Go!"

Boss Huang rushed out through the back door as if he had received an amnesty.

The moment the door was closed, a chilly wind blew in from outside.

A little jumping frog landed on Xia Ci's table.

A small jumping frog on a stack of draft paper, and a small string of crooked formulas written on its back.

Ye Kong usually uses this to "harass" his deskmate.

When you press the jumping frog's butt, it will jump more than ten centimeters away. When Xia Ci is writing the test paper, such a small thing will suddenly appear in his sight.

Looking back, it was Ye Kong's smiling face that deserved a beating. While smiling, he took out another jumping frog and said, "Let's compete and see who is faster. If you lose, get milk tea."

Not surprisingly, Xia Ci would scold "Idiot" first, and then join this very childish game with a smile.

"This is just for you," Ye Kong said, "keep it well, we will compare it later."

Xia Ci said with disgust: "It's too ugly."

Ye Kong: "Oh, just get used to it."

Probably due to the good looks of the little jumping frog, Xia Ci's paper frog jumped half a table away, while Ye Kong's crumpled one was still spinning around in place.

Xia Ci: "You can buy milk tea, less sugar and no ice."

Ye Kong smiled: "ojbk."

As the number of competitions increased, Xia Ci, who had won many times, couldn't help but wonder, "Did you let me?"

Ye Kong scratched his head: "It's not a concession, I just want to treat you to drink milk tea."

Xia Ci: "..."

When he came back to his senses, Xia Ci put the little jumping frog back on Ye Kong's desk, and flipped through the physics book he was studying recently.

Judging from the traces of writing in the book, Ye Kong has been working very hard recently, and he has not missed any of the details that Xia Ci mentioned.

Continuing to turn back, Xia Ci found that there was a piece of paper with a composition grid in the book, with crosses and circles on it, and a cherry blossom was drawn in the center, the kind with stamens.

This was drawn by Ye Kong when he asked Xia Ci to play backgammon for the first time.

Didn't expect him to stay.

Xia Ci heaved a sigh of relief and put the paper back into the book.Then he took out his phone and sent Ye Kong a text message.

[Brother Kong, I miss you. ]

The leading teacher assigned the dormitory, and a group of people wandered around the campus of No. [-] Middle School, and finally found their own dormitory.

The schedule for the training camp was very tight, and everyone had to gather in the art classroom immediately after putting away their luggage, and there was no time for everyone to rectify and rest.

As soon as Ye Kong put down his things, there was a teacher outside whistling and asking to gather. The class meeting continued for two hours, and they didn't let everyone go to eat until 12:30 noon.

Ye Kong was worried that the guitar in the dormitory was not put away, so he went back to the dormitory first, and when he sat down to sort out his things, he found that there was a box of white rabbit toffee stuffed in the most side of the schoolbag.

No need to think about which high-cold tablemate stuffed it.

Ye Kong quickly took out his phone, and just unlocked it, Xia Ci's text message directly hit his eyes, and Ye Kong's whole heart also jumped violently.

Xia Ci seldom expresses his inner feelings with words, most of them are expressed through youthful and somewhat domineering actions.

Ye Kong looked at the short words and a box of candies, and let out a long breath.

He replied-

[I also miss you very, very, very very much! ]

Within a few seconds, the chat interface continued to pop up messages.

[Are you in No. [-] middle school? ]

Ye Kong was taken aback, and quickly replied: [I arrived at ten o'clock, the schedule was tight, I didn't have time to check my phone, you didn't take a nap? ]

Xia Ci: [I miss you, I can't sleep. ]

Ye Kong almost couldn't hold his phone securely, and almost wanted to buy a one-way ticket to go back to the south of the city: [Then make a phone call? ]

Xia Ci: [Someone in the class is taking a nap and playing at night. ]

Ye Kong smiled: [Okay, I saw candy, I will eat one if I want a boyfriend. ]

Ye Kong: [It's over, it's over. ]

Xia Ci: [What's wrong? ]

Ye Kong leaned against the bed alone and smirked: [This box of candy is not enough for me to eat for a day. ]

Xia Ci coughed and pressed his face on the desk: [...you won. ]

The two chatted tirelessly for a long time, and finally ended the conversation reluctantly until the lunch break.

Xia Ci blushed half of his face and went to the corridor to blow the air. Boss Huang passed by from behind to go to the toilet. Seeing the boss with his sleeves rolled up, he asked in puzzlement, "Brother Ci, why are you blowing cold air here?"

Xia Ci replied calmly: "I wear too much, physical cooling."

Boss Huang: "..."

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