Eight sets of math papers cheated by online dating

After what seemed like a century, the air-dried statue finally blinked its eyes slowly, starting from the eyelashes and gradually moving down. Yu Kangzhe walked into the classroom without saying a word, carrying his bulging schoolbag , picked up the registration form, sniffed softly, and said to the unmoving backs of Yu Yehao and Xing Yi in the front row: "Thank you."

Xing Yi's back froze for a moment, as if he was at a loss for this unprecedented treatment of equals, he held the pen very close, but he still didn't turn it around, so only Yu Yehao waved it nonchalantly. He waved his hand and asked, "Why did you suddenly come back?"

"I'll take the registration form." Yu Kangzhe sniffled again, "Something happened to the previous studio, this is the new one."

"Oh." Yu Ye responded in a daze, and didn't know what to say for a moment. In fact, he still had countless questions to ask, such as how much did you hear the conversations of those people just now, and for example, don't take it to heart Well, no one in this world can convince everyone, but he looked at the little hair twirl on Yu Kangzhe's head when he lowered his head to unzip his schoolbag, and finally said nothing.

He suddenly realized that, except for math problems, he seemed to think of most of the things in this world too simply. He wishfully thought that we had been classmates for so long, and that we could be regarded as half friends who shared weal and woe; It was only at this moment that I realized that if everything is linked to the interests of the future and the road of life is slow, the most indispensable thing is friends, and the most scarce thing is also friends.

"Hi Yu Ye," Yu Kangzhe called out, and took out a book of homework from his schoolbag, "You can hand in my math homework for me this afternoon."

In the zipper of his schoolbag, which was still open, there were many things in a mess, such as leftover brushes, pencil cases, crumpled papers, and various training institution leaflets. From Yu Yehao's perspective, In fact, I couldn't see clearly, but suddenly, someone next to him pulled his sleeve and said in a low voice, "Don't bother Yu Ye, I know where you put your homework, and the half English paper, don't you?" Did you slip it into the Chinese book in the morning?"

It was him at the same table, who hadn't said a word since just now, now dodging his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Yu Kangzhe, I've seen your messy leaflets a long time ago, we have been at the same table for so long, what are you doing?" Can you hide it from me?"

"I never asked before." The deskmate skillfully took out the Chinese books he had squeezed into many books, and took out the English paper inside, "I just want to see, I don't ask you, how long will it take you to tell me... ...In the end, you can really hold back, don't you think of me as a friend?"

"me……"

Yu Kangzhe's face turned red, and he couldn't say a word. The tablemate and Yu Yehao looked at each other, resting their chin on one hand, and stared at the evergreen shrubs in the flower bed not far from the corridor. There is a faint smile on his face: "I have done everything, so I am not afraid of others talking. Anyway, in the blink of an eye in three years, I really retreated because of this trivial matter. Ten or twenty years later, the former classmates reunited and drank three rounds , what do you have to prove that you could have done it?"

Several people in the class blushed quietly, one after another people came to talk to Yu Kangzhe, it was the kind of harmless, pure curiosity, he was surrounded in the middle, he stuttered, and finally Yu Ye was good Rescuing the scene, he seemed very impatient, but in fact he said happily: "Okay...don't ask, I still have something to do! If you have any questions, you can ask me. From today, I will be the spokesperson of our great artist!"

The spokesperson himself may not have been so happy when he was praised, but today he was a little more excited, and even boldly tried to bring Xing Yi, who was frowning so much that he could kill a hundred flies, into their topic. He regretted giving up after making eye contact; where no one was looking, Yu Yehao put his hands behind his back, and gently waved to Yu Kangzhe, who was tightly blocked by him.

He knew that the other party must have seen it, because if there was another person in this world besides Xiang Kongshan who understood what he wanted to express, then this person's name must be Yu Kangzhe.

This man is an idiot, he has been the first to come out to be friends with him since he entered school, those jealous eyes and overt and secret sourness caused by his overly conspicuous grades seem to have never been accounted for by Yu Kangzhe .

He is always naive and almost frank. In the campus life where everyone is prematurely ripened by utilitarianism, he never cares whether the people around him are halo or dull; Yu Yehao sometimes even thinks that even if he is the last , the other party will definitely be friends with him——

There is no doubt about it.

So, Yu Ye really thought, I have to do something, I have to do something, let Yu Kangzhe know that in this world, the heart with goodwill and dreams is the most precious, because he is wrapped up in the other party's ignorant kindness like this, Only at this moment can we stand here and give back with the same warm heart.

Hearing the sound of distant footsteps, he put his palms down by his side, smiled, still triumphant, raised his tail high like a puppy, and said loudly amidst the ringing of the class bell: "...We, Yu Kangzhe, You must be a great painter in the future!"

……

Will it be?

Yu Kangzhe was running around the deserted campus with his schoolbag in his hand. A little sweat dripped from his forehead, mixed with tears, making the road ahead very blurry, as if he would never come to an end.

Suddenly, he kicked a protruding stone with his toe, and before he had time to react, he fell to the ground together with his schoolbag.

This fall was really painful, the palms and knees were hot, and his tears burst open, becoming more turbulent, wetting the small concrete floor in front of him drop by drop.

The campus was quiet, only he was ashen-faced, his body and face were covered with dust, and tears washed out winding traces, but he didn't stop, just picked up his schoolbag and continued to run forward.In his eyes, there was only a narrow road ahead, and there was no one on the road. The old laughter and ruthless ridicules faded away like water, and he no longer remembered them.

His name is Yu Kangzhe. He is a sophomore in high school this year. He has ordinary talents. Like countless high school students in the world, he is anxious about his grades and ashamed of himself.

His name is Yu Kangzhe, he... has taken another path, not sure if it is the right one, maybe the journey is full of ups and downs, but he hereby promises that he will never back down and never look back.

I am an art student, an art student who gave up halfway in a top class. This kind of existence may be the first time in the history of No. [-] Middle School.Suddenly, he thought so strangely.

He realized that he was walking alone on an unprecedented road, and he was finally no longer lost in the books. He was just muddling along with the established future. He also had a clear goal to pursue, and he was willing to do this. Paying, even if the price is not being understood, eternity is treated like a cowardly soldier fleeing from battle.

The gate was close in front of him, and he suddenly heard a sharp whistle. Looking up, a large flock of birds flew by in front of him. On the other side of the road, there was a car waiting quietly. The mother inside had been waiting for too long and was impatient at the moment. Quickly urged: "Hurry up, Xiao Zhe, we're going to be late."

"……coming!"

He smiled and walked forward, towards the bright spring that Liancheng is never late.

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Updated (1/3)

It means that there are three more watches today!Chapter 2 will be updated at [-] o'clock, and the time of the last chapter will be uncertain because my younger sister has not started to write (with confidence on my hips)