Eight sets of math papers cheated by online dating

At the end of the interview, there were still about 10 minutes before the end of the self-study in the afternoon. As soon as the two walked out, they saw Yu Kangzhe, with his back on his back, getting into a black car with the door open on the side of the road.

His shoulder bag was extraordinarily bulging at the moment, and it looked like it contained a lot of things. Yu Yehao quickened his pace and walked a few steps forward, calling out, "Yu Kangzhe, why are you going?"

The former immediately turned his head like a vigilant hamster, heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the person coming, and said, "I'm going to the studio, I have something to do, I won't come this afternoon!"

Yu Yehao greeted Yu's mother in the driver's seat through the car window, and the car with people on it drove away. He glanced at it, turned around dully, and said to Xiang Kongshan, "Then I'm going back. .”

"Well, see you after school."

Xiang Kongshan seemed hesitant to speak. He looked at Yu Yehao's back as he walked out for a short distance, but he still couldn't hold back, and shouted again: "Okay."

"Ok?"

"Don't worry too much about the unknown bad luck," he seemed to have not figured out how to say it, so he spoke very slowly, "Believe in your own vision, one day, you will meet Song Bowen again. But before that, You have to believe in yourself first.”

Yu Yehao paused, looked at Xiangkong Mountain in the distance, and nodded hesitantly.

Xiang Kongshan didn't point out anything directly, but he still understood that the little thoughts he had never said had long been invisible in the eyes of the other party; then, could Xiang Kongshan also see clearly his confusion and pain? Woolen cloth?

Yu Ye really doesn't understand, he only knows that he seems to be having a long, long dream, and all sensory experiences are like an impenetrable membrane separated from him, he can't even describe this feeling, because even he himself sometimes Doubt: Is it actually just his fabrication, it is unfounded, and I am just too nervous about everything that is coming, and I have not yet escaped from that state?

But Xiang Kongshan could see it. His self-deception was broken, and he had to face the reality in frustration: growing up is an unhappy process, and he is still the one who just wants to hide in the glass fish tank when facing difficulties. small fish.

"Cheer up, little classmate." In the spring afternoon, the air is gradually warming up, and the sun will shine on the empty mountain a little lazily. He squinted his eyes, and what was in it was a little smile that was careless because it was inevitable. "I guess, nothing can prove you better than a good college entrance examination report card, right?"

Because, if there is anything in this world that has a relatively permanent guarantee of fairness, then the college entrance examination score must be one of them. Xiang Kongshan thinks so, and is sure that Yu Yehao is the same.

The two looked at each other not too far away. After a long time, Yu Yehao suddenly laughed, and he responded with a crisp and sweet voice: "En!"

If one day we can meet again...

People like Song Bowen probably don't need his specious pity and emotion, Yu Ye really thought.

It’s like he solemnly delivered a letter of challenge that he may not have the chance to fulfill through the mouth of the interview. If Song Bowen could read this sentence somewhere, he would definitely want an evenly matched opponent instead of A so-called friend who is always missed because of regret.

Yu Ye was fascinated by the authorities for two weeks, and finally suddenly realized at this moment, he only felt that he even walked a lot more briskly; but when he returned to the classroom, he saw several people surrounded by his seat. Can't wait to gather around, one of them smiled and said: "Hi Yu Ye, why does Yu Kangzhe ask for leave all the time recently? Is there something at home?"

Yu Yehao was dumbfounded by the question, but he remembered that Yu Kangzhe didn't let him talk about the matter of the special student, so he only replied very vaguely: "No, it's just...just a temporary matter."

As a result, as soon as the words came out, several people around laughed, and the one who spoke just now laughed even more. It seemed that Yu Yehao was telling some very ridiculous joke. Yu Yehao was surrounded by them timidly all by himself. Still grimly holding on, he said, "What are you laughing at? What's so ridiculous about it?"

"Laugh at you, you can't even make up nonsense."

Someone answered him, unfolding a piece of facing white paper in his hand, it was a registration form, with Yu Kangzhe's name written on it, and a one-inch ID photo with a blue background, with the title "Excellent Studio Art" Examination Professional Training Registration Form".

The laughter around climbed to a new level at the moment this watch appeared, and I don't know who was laughing, and said eccentrically: "No wonder this kid asks for leave so frequently recently, it turns out that I can't bear it first, and I'm going to hide it." Let's take a shortcut!"

"If this thing didn't fall on the ground today, we might have to wait until the end of the college entrance examination to find out that there are such a number of people in our top class!"

The person who spoke stretched out his arm and wrapped it around Yu Yehao's shoulder familiarly: "Yu Yehao, you look like this, so you already knew it...why didn't you reveal it to us? Look at Yu Kangzhe's posture, right? Are you going to be admitted to Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts?"

Each of them laughed heartily, as if teasing their classmates would bring them much pleasure, unaware of how naive and rude this kind of behavior is, Yu Ye finally didn't speak, and shook off each other without saying a word arm, and then extended his hand to the person holding the registration form: "Xie Zhigang, give it to me."

He had never spoken in this tone before, and the person who was called was stunned, and handed it to him subconsciously; Yu Yehao, who got the registration form, carefully flattened the folds on it, folded it in half, and put it in his pocket Then he raised his head and stared at the group of people in front of him, with aggressive anger hidden in his tone: "Is it funny? I don't think so."

"In the final analysis, what Yu Kangzhe does is his business. Is it worthwhile for you to tell me what to do here?"

Yu Yehao who is angry is particularly eloquent, and Yu Yehao who protects his weaknesses is also not bad. Now that the two are combined, his combat effectiveness has risen in a straight line; he has left those around him speechless , and then stopped, even though the face on the other side was ugly and scary, he was not afraid at all, and even bared his teeth provocatively: "Why, you still want to do something if you can't say it?"

"okay."

An impatient voice suddenly sounded in the first few rows, which attracted everyone to follow the prestige, and found that it was Xing Yi who kept his head down and was still working on the paper non-stop. The same as before, always young, always swearing at people badly: "...It's so noisy, what a fuss, people take the test wherever they want, don't care about you."

After a pause, he added viciously: "If you argue a hundred words about Yu Kangzhe, he won't give you any points in the future."

Xing Yi didn't have many friends in the class, and his personality was withdrawn. When he said this, the rest of the class dispersed, but Yu Yehao was stunned there, thinking in disbelief: This is Xing Yi?Xing Yi was speaking for him just now?

Even if he knew that there was a high probability that the other party was really noisy, that's why he said that, but it didn't stop him from feeling grateful; Yu Ye slogged slowly to his seat, and after a while, said awkwardly: "Thank you gone."

"You don't need to thank me," Xing Yi still didn't raise his head, "Yu Kangzhe, a troublemaker who can't learn anything, can find something to do, and save himself from being annoying all day long."

"..."

Yu Yehao curled his lips, took out the registration form that he had protected so well from his pocket, turned around and tried to put it on Yu Kangzhe's desk; but when he turned around, he found that the door was crowded The figure, the protagonist of the story that was discussed just now, is standing not far away, his face is pale, his lips are tightly pressed, his head is deeply buried, like a statue that has been dried by the sun, it will be smashed to pieces in the next moment.

It's too far away, Yu Ye really thought.

Yu Kangzhe, are you crying?

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