Can Xueba teach me to kiss?

High school life is nothing more than looking forward to the half-day vacation on Saturday afternoon from the beginning of the week, and then looking forward to the monthly vacation, then the winter vacation, or the second year of high school, and there is still more than a year before the third year of high school. The emphasis has already made people numb, the third year of high school is still far away.

Tang Tiantian came to deliver things again, and then Zou Wei remembered why he heard this name familiar for the first time: it was exactly the same as the name of the Chinese teacher in their class.

Tang Tiantian sent two roses as usual, old-fashioned and uninspiring, Zou Wei threw it into the trash can and it was over.

When he came in, Liu Siyuan gossiped: "That girl seems to be Huang Mao's ex-girlfriend from Class [-]."

Zou Wei didn't speak, but Du Kunshen was immersed in the exercises.

Zou Wei looked at the Chinese teacher carefully during the Chinese class. He was not tall, but fair-skinned and beautiful, with a kind of warm temperament, which was completely different from Tang Tiantian who put on makeup all day long and dressed maturely.

Just as he was thinking wildly, the phone vibrated, Zou Wei secretly took it out, and received a message from Qiu Mi: Your mother... seems to be with a middle-aged man.

Zou Wei replied after a while: It has nothing to do with me.

Qiu Mi didn't send any more messages, Zou Wei took back his phone, and couldn't help but think that it's only been a few days, so he found another one.

Before I knew it, it was mid-December. The class started preparing for the New Year's Day party two weeks in advance. No. [-] Middle School had classes as usual on New Year's Day, but each class was free to organize New Year's Day activities in the evening.The cultural and entertainment committee member of Class Ten looked at the very few programs, and finally said: Everyone in the class must have a program on New Year's Eve. There can be more than one, and they can be combined with others, but they can't have none.

Zou Wei was sent to dance classes by Qiu Mi's mother when he was a child, and then he learned from online videos. He didn't dance much until high school, and he was able to create a dance.

Du Kunshen is really tone deaf, no one took care of him when he was a child, let alone interest classes, the only thing he is good at is studying.

Liu Siyuan had long planned to sing "You at the same table" to his goddess, his dear class monitor at the same table.

In the end, Zou Wei decided that he and Du Kunshen would dance the pole together, and Du Kunshen would be the pole and be responsible for standing still.

In fact, Zou Wei also has selfish intentions, it's really great to be able to tease Du Kunshen in public.

The two rehearsed together for more than a week. Du Kunshen was in charge of not moving, and Zou Wei came as he felt comfortable. Anyway, he didn't pay attention to the dance steps, right?

Du Kunshen stood stiffly, Zou Wei wiped it from time to time, and touched it again from time to time, he was almost aroused to react.Zou Wei flicked his leg, then stretched out his leg to hook Du Kunshen's waist, touched his chest and slowly leaned back. Du Kunshen stretched out his hand to hug Zou Wei's waist, panting slightly: "Wait, wait a while and practice again."

Zou Wei chuckled in a backward posture: "Xueba, you can't do this, we haven't even rehearsed a few times."

The two of them have been rehearsing in the dormitory while He Tong and Nie Feng went out at noon these days, but Du Kunshen didn't persist a few times.

Zou Wei touched his chest: "No, I have to finish the rehearsal today."

Du Kunshen pulled him up: "Practice later."

Zou Wei stretched out his hand and touched the bottom again. Du Kunshen gasped even more, picked up Zou Wei and put him on the bed.

Ten minutes later, Zou Wei pulled out the head of the bed and wiped off the things on his hands. He looked at the time and said, "Okay, I don't have time at noon today."

Du Kunshen wiped off the liquid from his hands with paper, and bit Zou Wei's collarbone: "Practice again tomorrow, there are still more than ten days."

Zou Wei kissed his chin, and the two lay on the bed and set the alarm clock to take a nap.

A few days before Christmas Eve, a week before Christmas Eve, members of the student union of No. [-] Middle School launched a donation activity in all classes of the whole school. Donate everything that is not used to the student union. At the end, there will be a flea market, and the money from the sales will be donated to the school. The school was poor, and no one in the class donated anything. Du Kunshen wanted to donate "A Brief History of Time", but he didn't read it anyway. Liu Siyuan refused to stop him: "Anyway, I gave it to you. No, absolutely not. , you saw this book as if you saw me!"

Zou Wei was upset: "Why did I see you? I have to donate it!"

Liu Siyuan said anxiously: "This is a symbol of the long-lasting friendship between Shen Shen and me. Let me tell you, Shen Shen, if you donate our friendship, the boat will capsize."

Du Kunshen had no choice but to put it back where it was and donated a composition material. Zou Wei asked the members of the student union: "Can I donate my own paintings?"

Members of the student union nodded: "Yes, but can I take a look?"

Zou Wei took out the landscape paintings he had painted these days, each one was different, and he took pictures with his mobile phone and then drew them according to the paintings. A piece of grass, the student union members were surprised: "Are these all donated?"

Zou Wei nodded: "It's just that I signed my name after painting, or I erased my name."

Members of the student union stopped him: "Don't, don't, it's good to have your signature."

Zou Wei had no choice but to give up, and the member asked again: "What is the approximate price?"

Zou Wei thought for a while: "Let's start with ten yuan a piece, or five yuan if it doesn't work. You can figure it out, just a dozen or so."

The member of the student union said: "No, we guarantee a minimum of five yuan." After finishing speaking, pack up carefully and leave.

Liu Siyuan exclaimed: "Wow, Wei Ge didn't expect that your paintings are so beautiful, you can become an art student!"

Zou Wei thought deeply. With his current grades, it is impossible to catch up with Du Kunshen. If he takes the path of an art student, he may really be able to.

It was also the first time Du Kunshen saw these paintings, and after they left, he asked, "Why did you donate them all?"

It doesn't matter to Zou Wei, too many paintings are useless, if it can be sold, then it's not bad. "Don't worry, I still have a lot."

Du Kunshen disagreed: "Every painting is different."

Zou Wei rubbed his nose unhappily: "Not next time."

The day before Christmas Eve, the student union set up nine sites in the school to sell apples for five yuan each, and also served as a flea market. Du Kunshen went to look for Zou Wei's paintings early in the morning, but couldn't find them for a long time. A total of fourteen sheets were placed at the bottom of a box, and they were folded badly. Du Kunshen took them out and suppressed his anger and asked how much it was. A girl from the student union sitting on a chair glanced at it: "One piece, one sheet."

Du Kunshen didn't speak, and the girl said, "Then it's five yuan in total. It really can't be less."

Du Kunshen clenched his fists: "Didn't the minimum price of these paintings be five yuan each?"

The girl sneered: "Oh, although the painting is not bad, but we are all students, where can we get the money to buy this kind of thing?"

Du Kunshen smoothed the wrinkles on the painting: "These, don't donate!"

The girl quickly stood up and grabbed Du Kunshen: "Did you draw this? Besides, even if it was drawn by you, there is no need to return what Juan produced. Since it is donated, it belongs to the student union!"

Du Kunshen finally couldn't bear it anymore, took out the money from his pocket and put it on the table: "This, I donated it to your flea market, I took these paintings!"

The girl was still relentless: "The painting can't be taken away, if you donate it, it's a donation!"

The two were in a stalemate. Du Kunshen wanted to hit a girl for the first time. A minister of the student union came over and saw it. He asked the girl what happened. At the beginning, it was said to be five yuan a piece, but now I want to buy it when I come over, but I find that the painting has been ruined by you, and I want to take it back."

The minister apologized and said: "I'm really sorry, we have taken back too many things, so we may have been trapped by someone accidentally. In this case, you can take it back, and the money will not be used. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. These two Apple helped me bring your friend an apology, I'm really sorry, we didn't mean it."

Du Kunshen was embarrassed to see the Minister's good attitude, and finally put down ten yuan and bought two apples.

After Du Kunshen left, the minister said to the girl: "I remember that these paintings were put in boxes this morning and they were still in good condition. How did they come to you like this?"

The girl curled her lips: "The person who carried the box must have done it."

The Minister said angrily: "Fart! The Minister of Supervision and I moved that box down. It was fine when it was put on the ground. You, leave the sign and go back."

The girl dropped the signboard of the student union with a look of excitement, and compared it while walking: "What is it, I don't care about it..."

Du Kunshen took the painting back, looked at the wrinkled pages, and finally pressed it under the box outside the dormitory, with books stacked on it, hoping that it could be flattened.

Zou Wei came out of the washroom wiping his hair, saw Du Kunshen standing in front of the big bedroom box, and asked while wiping, "Where did you go just now?"

Du Kunshen said, "Go to the flea market and have a look."

Zou Wei walked over: "Did you buy anything?"

Du Kunshen handed him a box: "I bought two apples."

Zou Wei just remembered that he hadn't bought apples yet. After dinner at night, he walked past the stop of the cafeteria and bought two. One was given to Du Kunshen, and the other was asked to go by Liu Siyuan.

Two days before New Year's Day, the squad leader took a few people to the supermarket to buy food for the New Year's Day party, such as melon seeds, peanuts, oranges, various sugar mille-feuille cakes, plums, etc., and bought them back and put them in Lao Peng's office.In the afternoon of New Year's Day, the first two classes are self-study, and the students in the last two classes dress up the classroom in the classroom, but they are not allowed to go out.

Zou Wei and Du Kunshen helped decorate the lamp tubes in the classroom, some girls cut the window grilles and painted the upper windows

The upper solid glue was glued to the window glass, and the classroom tables and chairs were also arranged, one row on the left and right sides, and two rows in the back. There was an empty space in the middle, and the extra tables were moved to the corridor outside.

The squad leader and a few boys went outside the school and rented a few microphones and two speakers and dragged them in. Although the environment in No. [-] Middle School was not very good, there was always something to do when they were happy.

Zou Wei took a look at the program list, they were ranked No.20, which is considered to be behind, Liu Siyuan was in the eighth place, although He Tong and Xiang Shan were discovered by Lao Peng to be in love, they still had a secret relationship. The chorus sang a song, and Nie Feng performed magic tricks.

The bell rang for the first evening self-study class in the evening, and the four hosts announced the start of the 201X New Year's Day party.

The author has something to say:

In the student union in high school, I hate the kind of students who think they are great. We don’t know how many times we have received feedback. We really think that the student union is nothing special. The main reason for staying in the student union for two years is because of those friends, but our next president Someone got it wrong →_→