The so-called class A

The sky gradually darkened.Since the beginning of autumn, it gets dark very early every night.

After eight o'clock, the whole class began to feel dissatisfied again.It wasn't long after dinner, but after all the classes for so long, it's hard not to be hungry.

Self-study classes are often quiet, except for their ([-]) class, no, it should be the so-called (A) class.

Generally speaking, if You Yu doesn't have classes in the afternoon, he basically won't stay in school for too long.There is no Chinese in the self-study tonight, and You Yu has already left school.

Without You Yu's surveillance, their class would not be as careful as usual.

It was agreed to change the English teacher, and the last English class of evening self-study was taught by the politics teacher.

Their class administrator has taught a total of three high school sophomore classes. Maybe the poor students in one of her classes just finished their exams yesterday.

However, their political class took the first place in the school during the weekly exam. The teaching method of Mr. Zheng is also quite good. He is usually relaxed, but once he finishes learning a chapter, he will recite one by one. If he can't memorize it, he can't go back.

So even though they are not bound by a teacher for the time being, the poor ones should still memorize and memorize.

Yi Guo poked at the classmate next to him who closed his eyes and meditated: "Don't sleep..."

"Don't touch me, I have enough energy to write tonight, psychology, analysis, manual." Shen Ke deliberately pronounced the seven words "Psychological Analysis Manual" very emphatically.

A review paper about a piece of ice cream.

Shen was very upset.

Yi Guo lay on the table, turned his face to Shen Ke's side: "Don't you want to write?"

Shen Ke was in the same posture as him, with his face turned to Yi Guo's side: "What do you think, I finally finished writing the psychology of being late, and it's because of your broken ice cream that I have to write a book about eating snacks at school. of……"

Shen. I am not happy. Ke.

Because the political elders did not manage their class, this class is not the political elders' after all, so it is relatively free, and I can do homework on any subject.

Originally, Shen Ke was going to close his eyes and rest his mind, and keep his energy to work overtime tonight to write.As a result, when he was disturbed by the person next to him, he was immediately full of energy and couldn't sleep even if he wanted to sleep.

Unexpectedly, there was nothing to do, so Shen took out the special book for writing self-criticism, tore off a piece of paper, and picked up the pen.

(A) The beginning of the psychological analysis manual for the class is unified: Dear Mr. You, hello!It is with a guilty conscience that I write this manual for psychoanalysis...

Every time, everyone, definitely begins like this.

Not long ago, You Yu complained about their psychology in writing: "Every time I feel ashamed, I haven't seen a single person who is ashamed."

As soon as he finished writing the unified beginning, the paper in front of Shen Ke was snatched away by Yi Guo.

"Isn't it just a mentality?" Yi Guo vowed, "Before the end of the evening self-study, I promise to complete the task."

Shen Ke said with satisfaction: "You're a smart boy."

Without the psychological restraint, Shen Ke felt drowsy again, and not long after, the man closed his eyes on the table and rested his mind again.

He had a dream. In the dream... psychological analysis manuals were flying all over the sky.

In the end, he didn't know how he woke up, but when he opened his eyes, he saw Yi Guo beside him was racking his brains to think about how to write the next sentence.

He was about to see how much this person had written, but he saw "It's my fault to eat snacks in school", and it was gone.

If he remembered correctly, before Shen Ke went to sleep, someone said confidently: "Before the evening self-study is over, make sure to complete the task."

The name of students with language difficulties is really not a bragging rights, Shen Ke didn't even know why he gave the [-]-word self-criticism to a person who never failed in Chinese composition.

Shen Ke: "..."

Yi Guo: "..."

Both of them had nothing to say, they just stared at each other playfully.

"That's enough, that's enough," Shen Ke rubbed the center of his brows, and brought his mind back, "It's more reliable for me to write it myself..."

Yi Guo smiled "hehe", put one hand on his cheek and rubbed it on Shen Ke's head with the other: "How about treating you to supper later?"

However, Shen did not pay attention to "eating supper", but tried his best not to yell at himself: "I advise you to move your hands away quickly, or I will roast you when the time comes."

After saying this, the two were silent for a while.

Not only the two of them, but also the classroom that was noisy just now also fell silent.

At this moment, it was so quiet that it made one's scalp tingle.

I believe that every student will encounter a classroom where they were chatting happily just now when they are in self-study, and suddenly there is no sound.

The elder Zheng put down the red pen in his hand, and glanced up at the live treasures in this class: "Stop making noise? Stop making noise?"

The whole classroom was suddenly left with the sound of flipping books.

However, this kind of silence didn't last long in their class. Within 2 minutes, the classroom returned to its original state.

"What you said is a bit strange," Yi Guo coughed softly, "Ahem..."

Shen Kete regretted that he blurted out this sentence without going through his brain, but before he could change the subject, Fan Siyu intervened again.

"What to eat?" Fan Siyu blinked his big eyes, "You two can't eat alone!"

No one wants to eat alone.

"Hmm..." Yi Guo turned Fan Siyu's head away, "Your Ke'er was offended by me. I should treat him to dinner. As for you, I can treat you to a bag of instant noodles after school. Two yuan and five Kind of."

Fan Siyu was shocked: "Brother Yi, you have changed."

Shen Ke couldn't help laughing.

After school, Yi Guo forcibly drags Shen Ke to a hot pot restaurant not far from the school.

Still on Academy Street.

Most of the food on Shuyuan Street is not expensive, and the students I meet here are basically from the first and second middle schools.

Shen Ke didn't want to eat this hot pot meal, but no matter how he tried to make excuses, Yi Guo would not let go of his hand.

"I'm really not angry," Shen Ke wanted to cry, "I beg you, I want to go home—"

Yi Guo did not give up: "No, I think what I did today was very bad and hurt you, so I have to treat you to dinner!"

Shen Ke's inner OS: I'll go to your mother.

Shen Ke, who was pressed on the seat of the hot pot restaurant, showed a particularly fake smile.

"Do you like spicy food very much?" Yi Guo asked before ordering.

Shen Ke: "Nonsense, I'm from the south."

In fact, from the day he ate in the cafeteria with Shen Ke, he knew that this person likes sweet and spicy, and he likes everything spicy.

Looking at the already dark sky, Shen Ke had a sense of being kidnapped.

Because the school uniforms are mostly white, and Shen Ke has a serious obsession with cleanliness, he asked the waiter for two aprons and then threw one to Yi Guo.

After Yi Guo caught the apron, he didn't put it on himself first, but grabbed the apron from Shen Ke's hand, and put it on Shen Ke gently.

This scene feels inexplicably a little couple.

Even the uncle eating at the next table stared at them in confusion.

The elder sister who served the food even had an auntie smile that she couldn't hide, and stared at them for a long time before going to serve another table of guests with a smile on her face.

"This is called a warm man." Yi Guo pointed at Shen Ke, "Learn a bit."

The corner of Shen Ke's mouth twitched: "I think the uncle at the next table is not thinking about whether you are warm or not, but about whether you are straight or not."

After all, he looked at the uncle's table next door.

Yi Guo clicked his tongue: "You don't care about him so much, anyway, I was wrong about today's matter, I invite you to eat and apologize, don't be angry."

Shen Ke suddenly couldn't laugh or cry: "It's not big brother, you've been here this afternoon, even if I'm really angry, I won't be born until now, right?"

The person has already abducted here, but in fact, Yi Guo didn't drag him to the hot pot restaurant on the grounds of "Shen Ke is angry, I want to treat him to dinner and apologize".

To be honest, maybe he just wants to eat it by himself, but it’s boring to eat alone, and it’s unbearable to eat with multiple people...

"It's easy." Shen Ke said, "You want to eat it by yourself, but it's boring to eat alone. If you bring Fan Siyu, you won't have money to buy new skins, right?"

These words, said Yi Guo's heart.

It's...it's hard to say "no".

Yi Guo raised his eyes and smiled, and scooped out the meat in the pot seriously: "Come on, you eat these."

Shen Ke said "huh": "Because these are overcooked, you are going to get rid of everything in the pot and then serve another new dish."

Yi Guo choked on the piece of meat he had just swallowed for no reason.

Shen Ke, the detective team needs you.

Seeing that he was coughing all the time, Shen Ke confirmed that this man was really choking.

So he put down his chopsticks, sat next to Yi Guo and slapped him on the back wildly.

It's like patting a child.

Finally, I filled him with a bottle of water and it was over.

"Where the hell are you?" Yi Guo boasted, "Why can you read my mind?"

Shen Ke stuffed a piece of freshly cooked beef into Yi Guo's mouth: "I'm not a god, I'm just your father."

Because it was just taken out of the pot, and it was stuffed into Yi Guo's mouth without letting it cool down, he almost scalded it so much that he spit the fat cow into the pot on the spot.

Yi Guo was shocked: "You want to assassinate me???"

The people at this table are really funny, several waiters are all focused on their table, Shen Ke almost yelled in front of everyone in the hot pot restaurant, "Don't look, you don't feel embarrassed, I think .”

After the dishes were served, the two of them almost stopped their restless movements.

"Hey, don't tell me," Yi Guo poured all the remaining vegetables into the pot, "If you don't mention the word 'father', I will forget that I have a father."

Yi Guo's family does not often contact Yi's father. Yi's father is away all year round, and basically he can come back during the Chinese New Year.

Yi Guo used to call his father every three days or so, video or something, but he didn't know when, he didn't get in touch with his father very much.

Even the very daily conversations were basically never made. Whenever he called, he would ask Yi Lai and chat with Yi Lai. His son couldn't get in the conversation at all.

Shen Ke sighed: "Then it seems that we are all like-minded people."

But just now, Shen Ke looked at Yi Guo's smiling face.

Why, the more he looks the more pleasing to the eye.

The author has something to say: It’s time to find some sparks for these two guys (pushing glasses)

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感谢在2021-08-2902:08:22~2021-08-3004:48:35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Lin Zhaohen;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!