Bamboo Horse Invasion Guide

Compared with finding a boyfriend in high school, Fu Shi still doesn't believe that he will study hard in the third year of high school.

Fu Shi started to lose his grades in junior high school. He didn't focus on his studies, but spent a lot of time on other things.When being scolded, he still has a set of rhetoric: "Not everyone in the world is suitable for studying. If everyone gets 1 points, then others will not be so happy to get No. [-]."

Whenever he came up with this set of rhetoric, he would be scolded by his mother.

But when everyone around him was working hard for his ideal university, Fu Shi also became anxious.

The study plan that Zhuang Cheng made for him didn't give him much time to be anxious at all, which caused Fushi to be full of English words every night before going to bed.

"Is it too much pressure on him?" Shen Changtang looked at Fu Shi worriedly and said to Zhuang Cheng.

Zhuang Cheng's eyes kept falling on Fu Shi who was lying on the table and sleeping. Fu Sinan no longer stared at the two of them sitting together as before. Fu Shi followed Shen Changtang and the others to review. change.

Zhuang Cheng sighed softly and said, "He watched us review every day, and if he didn't follow suit, the pressure would be even greater."

Even the best of their grades are starting to get nervous about the approaching college entrance examination.

Whether it is an underachiever who struggled in troubled waters at the beginning and chased after it in the last year, or an excellent student who sat firmly in the top position from the beginning, they all have their own concerns before the college entrance examination.

"How many multiple-choice questions did you get wrong in yesterday's set of papers?" Zhuang Cheng asked.

"I made three mistakes, and he made two mistakes." Shen Changtang said.

"I made five mistakes." Zhuang Cheng said.

Shen Changtang frowned lightly, and said, "The paper is difficult, how many mistakes did you make?"

From the desk, he took out the paper that Zhou Yiyuan carefully wrote notes on every wrong question, and unfolded it on the desk.Zhuang Cheng also took out his paper to check the answer.At the moment, the classroom is fairly quiet, with only low voices of discussion. Even after class, it is as quiet as the soldiers camp on the day before the war. No one said anything unnecessary, and everyone was just doing their own things.

After Zhou Yiyuan solved the last question of the math paper, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Shen Changtang was also troubled by the endless papers. He propped his face with one hand and kept drawing on the papers.

Now their evening self-study time is automatically extended to nearly eleven o'clock. Although the teacher didn't stipulate it, no one left when it arrived. Compared with reading and studying at home, self-study in the classroom is more efficient.

After studying for five or six hours, Fu Shi's hair was scratched into weird chicken nests when he was writing math papers. Zhuang Cheng just put down his pen to drink water, and reached out to tidy up his hair.

Fu Shi turned his head to look at him with a slightly aggrieved expression.

"I'll take you to eat bowl cake later."

Fu Shi stretched out his fingers lazily: "I want to eat two."

Zhuang Cheng smiled, his tiredness dissipated a little, and he nodded: "Okay, just two."

The four of them cycle home together every day.As soon as he got out of the classroom, Fu Shi was as excited as if he had been beaten with chicken blood. He ran two steps in the empty campus avenue, turned his head and called them: "Hurry up, you guys, when you go home after buying bowl cakes, come back again!" It's twelve o'clock."

"Didn't you just say that you were too tired to write a word?" Shen Changtang caught up with him, pinched Fu Shi's neck, and asked.

Fu Shi itched to avoid his hand, grabbed Shen Changtang's right hand, and put his own right hand over for comparison.

"Your middle finger is ugly."

Shen Changtang's hands are white, and under the cold street lamp, they look even whiter, making the red callus look very ugly.

Fu Shi raised his middle finger: "I also have this ugly badge."

Proof that he has the badge of studying hard.

Zhuang Cheng had a schoolbag hanging on his body, and walked lazily past him: "If you wait any longer, Uncle Bozaicao will be going home."

"Fart, that uncle promised us to stay open late every day." Fu Shi ran two quick steps and jumped onto Zhuang Cheng's back. Zhuang Cheng, who was startled by his action, almost fell to the ground. He staggered forward a few steps before stopping, and skillfully supported Fu Shi's buttocks with his hands.Fu Shi was about the same height as him, able to step on the ground with his feet, and used Zhuang Cheng's strength to descend the long ladder in front of the school gate.

"Don't push me down." Zhuang Cheng held his waist tightly and urged.

"If we fall, we won't have to take the college entrance examination." Fu Shi said.

Zhuang Cheng chuckled: "If you fall, you'll have been studying for so long in vain."

"Tsk, what a bad word, hurry up." Fu Shi grabbed the strap of his schoolbag, picked up his schoolbag when he left behind him, and hung it on his shoulder neatly.

Zhuang Cheng turned his head and took a look at him, and while getting on his bicycle, he said, "Bah, bah, bah."

Fu Shi sat in the back seat, turned his head and urged: "Shen Changtang and Zhou Yiyuan, you two can go to the morning self-study directly if you slow down."

Shen Changtang leisurely appeared from the blind spot behind the flower bed. He yawned and said, "Don't eat bowl cakes, I'm sleepy."

"No, no, I'm going." Fu Shi put his arms around Zhuang Cheng's waist, "You agreed to take me to eat, so hurry up and leave them alone."

Shen Changtang's sleep quality is very poor, he can't fall asleep lying on the table, and when he sleeps, there should be no movement in his ears, and there should be no too bright light, so he can't sleep at all during the school lunch break. Coffee lasts all afternoon.

Zhou Yiyuan rode his bicycle very slowly. He carefully avoided the stones on the ground. When the bicycle stopped steadily at the gate of the community, Zhou Yiyuan turned his head and glanced at Shen Changtang.

"Fell asleep?"

"Almost fell asleep." Shen Changtang rubbed his eyes and got up, and after Zhou Yiyuan temporarily put down the brake, he leaned over and wrapped his arms around his waist, and buried his head in his arms, "I'm exhausted."

Zhou Yiyuan squeezed his shoulder and said, "It doesn't matter if you relax a little bit, you are more than enough to pass the art test."

Shen Changtang didn't know if he listened or not, he leaned against him quietly for a while, then raised his head and said: "The battery is fully charged, see you tomorrow."

He squinted his eyes, his face full of tiredness.

Zhou Yiyuan lowered his head and kissed the corner of his mouth, as if he was afraid of waking up Shen Changtang who was concentrating on dozing off, and said softly, "See you tomorrow."

Shen Changtang licked the corner of his mouth and said, "I'll eat bozai cake tomorrow."

Zhou Yiyuan smiled lightly: "Okay."

The consequence of a whole day's mental fatigue is that you can fall asleep after taking a shower. Shen Changtang has no dreams all night, and gets up on time at five o'clock the next day to recite vocabulary.

Shen's mother sent breakfast upstairs, seeing him working so hard, she casually said, "It's okay to sleep for an extra hour."

"I'm getting used to this point." Shen Changtang yawned slowly, "At this point, I'm half asleep and half awake, I can't sleep well."

Shen's mother gently put her hands on his shoulders, and said softly: "I wanted to persuade you to rest more, but I think you are very handsome when you are self-disciplined and diligent."

After speaking, she smiled a little embarrassedly.

Shen Changtang couldn't help laughing: "Don't make breakfast for me tomorrow, it's the same when I go to the school gate to buy it. You also wake up so early with me, and you are too tired."

"I woke up at that point. When I thought of my son studying on an empty stomach, I was half asleep and half awake. I couldn't sleep well." Shen's mother imitated his tone and said.

Shen Changtang helplessly called his mother.

At seven o'clock, they gathered downstairs on time, except for Fu Shi who was still putting on his coat and running here.

"Zhuang Cheng! I'll ride today!" Fu Shi yelled.

"Didn't it be agreed that whoever comes early will ride?" Zhuang Cheng helped him turn out the collar of his jacket, smoothed it out, and said, "You still decide."

"Then who knew that you came so punctually every day. From now on, you ride in the evening and I ride in the morning." As he said that, Fu Shi had straddled the bicycle and patted the back seat, "Come on, sit on the back seat of brother."

"Have you had breakfast?" Zhou Yiyuan stretched out his hand to twirl the curled hair on his forehead and asked.

Shen Changtang nodded.

"Oh yes, this is for you." Zhou Yiyuan opened his schoolbag and took out a crumpled bag from it.

"What?" Shen Changtang leaned over to look.

"Bozai cake, I almost missed it yesterday." Zhou Yiyuan stuffed the bag into his hand, "I just bought the last two."

A warm current surged into his heart, making Shen Changtang moved and happy. Before he could sit in the back seat of Zhou Yiyuan, he heard the sound of Fu Shi not far away.

"Shen Changtang!" Fu Shi yelled, and took out the same crumpled bag from his schoolbag, "You are very lazy, I brought you a few, and took them to school to eat."

Bozai cake again.

Shen Changtang struggled to stuff the bag into his schoolbag, pretending to be unhappy and complained: "I can't even fit it in my bag."

Other senior high school students’ bags are full of books, while his bag is full of bozai cakes.