It is actually a bamboo horse to read as the sky descends

At the end of February, even though it was early spring, it snowed again just fine.

A thin layer of snow pressed on the branches that were sprouting buds, weakly swaying in the wind, and finally fell down with a snap.

You Wei brushed off the snowflakes on his body. Behind him, two huge iron gates slammed shut. The air seemed to tremble because of this, and the already closed campus became even more congested.

You Wei took a big breath through the mask, and then he recovered.

He stepped on the snow with one deep foot and one shallow foot, and walked towards the teaching building with the sparse flow of people.

In a completely unfamiliar campus and classmates who have never met before, You Wei sighed one after another as he looked at the students in gray school uniforms around him.

The exhaled air condensed into white mist, which seemed to be spewing out a series of melancholy smoke rings.

The students who passed by him were not only dressed, but also had the same hairstyle: the girls had short hair that reached the ears, while the boys all had short hair that was accurate to the millimeter.

At a glance, it looks like a dozen twins, which is kind of scary.

It is hard to imagine that in the 21st century, which advocates individuality, there will be such a rigid and strict place. It is really a fish that slipped through the net of educational progress.

Could it be that the so-called top students are obtained by exploiting aesthetics?

You Wei thought about it one way or another.

As he walked, he noticed something was wrong: not only he was looking around, but also people around him were peeking at him intentionally or unintentionally—this was mainly due to the red down jacket on You Wei.

In the snow-white that buried vitality, this dazzling red is very conspicuous.

If you take a closer look, you will find that not only is You Wei not wearing a school uniform, but the hair that is crushed by the hat almost covers her eyes.

It was only the first day of school, and besides him, there were a few brave people who slipped in in flashy clothes, but as soon as they entered the teaching building, they obediently wrapped themselves back in gray.

Only You Wei walked into the teaching building not ashamed but proudly.

He muttered: "Grade 12 (12) class, Senior [-] ([-]) class." The structure of this teaching building is like a honeycomb, and newcomers lose their way as soon as they get in; Every class number is similar, but none of them are.

After such a delay, the class bell rang.

You Wei had nothing to do, so he had to turn to the hard-working bees who were busy.

He was waving at a passing classmate, when there was a sudden shock behind him, and he staggered forward several steps along with a serious loss of balance.

The ground was already slippery, and You Wei was strangled by the railing, so he didn't fall into the flower bed in embarrassment

Before he could recover, a strong smell of food rushed into his nose.

You Wei didn't care about the pain in his body, and when he touched it with his backhand, a large area was wet on his back. In his nostrils, there was a smell of steamed stuffed bun soup mixed with sweet and greasy soy milk.

He stopped his dirty hands in the air, blinked and looked at the culprit behind him, not knowing how to react for a while.

The other party had a hulking back, didn't even look at You Wei, and hurried to class.

You Wei immediately grabbed the corner of the other party's clothes, forcing him to stop, and then wiped the soup in his hand on the clothes.

The strong man squinted at him, raised his caterpillar-like eyebrows, and said in an almost threatening tone: "Is there anything else?"

You Wei didn't show any fear at all. Although he was half a head shorter and had a thinner waist than the opponent, his aura was obviously a lot taller.

He casually kicked it with his toe, and half of the bun on the ground rolled over.

He spoke softly, without showing any anger: "Student, your breakfast is late, eat it while it's hot."

These words were extremely provocative, and the strong man froze for a few seconds.His eyes shifted from You Wei's youthful and beautiful red down jacket to his flamboyant hair, and then to his black eyes that looked a bit sinister.

The original urge to move his fist gradually subsided.

Dressed up like this, and speaks so aggressively, this person either has a lot of background or a bad brain.

But in view of the high threshold of Yifeng No. [-] Middle School, a bad brain means a good background.

Thinking about it, the strong man forced a smile.

"Student, I was really embarrassed just now."

There were not many people in the corridor, and the noisy reading sound came from all directions.

You Wei's words got stuck in his throat, and he didn't expect that a vivid Sichuan opera face-changing would be staged in front of his eyes.

The brawny man said again: "Student, I am still in a hurry to go to class, next time I will make amends to you..." His words were earnest, and his face was full of smiles.

"Forget it, forget it, don't make amends, next time you walk, you will grow your eyes." You Wei is a typical person who prefers soft things to hard things, so he has no choice but to admit that he is unlucky.

He sighed and took off his coat. He only wore a slightly thin sweater underneath. The cold wind blew back and forth twice, and his palms were quickly chilled.

The strong man turned and left with a sigh of relief, and was stopped after taking two steps.

"That, you wait."

Before You Wei asked the second half of the sentence "how to get to class 12, high school", the brawny man took off his school uniform jacket too politely.

"Look at my ignorance, I almost forgot. How do you wear your clothes when they get dirty? Wear mine first, and I'll send you back after washing this one."

You Wei looked at the clothes handed in front of her:?

"No." He waved his hand.

"I want what I want."

"It's really not necessary!"

You Wei didn't pretend to be polite, the smell of sweat from the other party's clothes was more unbearable than the food.

After several rounds of pushing and shoving, You Wei was so forced that he was about to lose his temper, when suddenly he heard a voice breaking the deadlock.

——"Fighting is not allowed in the corridor."

You can't talk about us, can you?

You Wei looked around, and it was really only the two of us left.

The burly man was also stunned, looked forward, quickly grabbed the clothes that fell on the ground and ran, reminding him politely before running.

"It's from the Disciplinary Inspection Department!"

You Wei nodded thoughtfully, but did not run away in a hurry.

He still has to ask for directions.

You Wei turned to look at the source of the voice.

I saw a tall boy walking towards this side, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, long legs and strides.The facial features cannot be seen clearly against the backlight, but the head can be seen to be very small.The hair is also cut very short. On most people, this hairstyle either looks gangster or looks like they have been in love for many years.The visitor was still pure bookish, refined and gentle.

As he approached step by step, You Wei's heart beat harder.

Not only because human beings have a natural affection for beauty, but also because the other party feels very familiar to him.

You Wei searched for this sense of familiarity, they must have seen it before.

You Wei is severely face-blind, as long as he has two eyes and one nose, they all look the same to him, and he can't remember clearly within a few months.But it's a different story with such good-looking ones: the brain has extra storage space for them.

"what happened?"

The handsome guy spoke in a flat tone, like a snowflake that would melt in the palm of his hand.

You Wei was hesitating whether to get close, his face reacted faster than his brain, and he already showed a bright smile on his own.

But he forgot to wear a mask, so people couldn't see it at all.

Sure enough, the other party didn't respond, he was half a head taller than You Wei, and looked up and down You Wei indifferently with downcast eyes.

You Wei suppressed his smile in embarrassment.

"It's okay, it was just a joke."

The handsome guy's gaze was colder than the cold wind, and You Wei couldn't help shivering a few times.

"I'm not wearing a school uniform, and my hair is unqualified. It's [-]:[-], and I'm late for my morning class." The handsome guy asked, "Which class are you in and what's your name?"

He judged without emotion.

You Wei replied nonchalantly: "I just transferred here and didn't know the rules—Ha Qiu!"

After he sneezed, he continued, "Youwei, class 12, senior high school."

Hearing this, the person in front of him paused insignificantly: "Transfer student?" His tone was a bit puzzled.

As we all know, Yifeng only dropped out of school halfway, and rarely transferred in halfway.

You Wei nodded: "How to get to class 12, can you show me the way?"

The handsome guy answered irrelevantly: "Why don't you wear a coat?"

You Wei shook off the coat in his hand, and showed the other party the stain: "It's a bit shocking to be poured breakfast all over."

The handsome guy looked at him, pondered for a moment and then pulled down the zipper of his clothes.

"What are you doing?" You Wei was half confused, half flattered, "No need!"

It is said that Yifeng No. [-] Middle School locked up a group of nerds without feelings, but now it seems that it is purely a rumor, and the care from strangers alone is already very unbearable for You Wei.

The handsome guy had already completely taken off his clothes, he took a big step forward without any explanation, and put it on You Wei's body.

The warm school uniform wrapped You Wei tightly, and his frozen brain became active again: the clothes did not smell of sweat, and even the cuffs were clean. You have to smell it hard to smell the faint smell. Ink smell.

You Wei didn't feel disgusted at all.

But You Wei felt as if he had been scalded, and hurriedly tried to take it off, but was firmly held down by the opponent's hands.

"I have another one in my classroom, you can wear it first."

You Wei finally couldn't help asking: "Do you know me?"

There is no reason why such a good person exists.

The boy asked without answering, "What about you?"

"Do you know...? I can't remember." You Wei replied frankly.

The boy suddenly smiled: "My name is Xu Su, Xu who is Xu Tuzhi, and Su who is violent."

This smile is like the first bloom of a red plum. Although it is not enthusiastic, it has dispelled a lot of chills in the end of winter.

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Xu, suddenly.

You Wei wrote down these two words lightly.

He thought hard and still had no impression, shook his head and crossed out the word.He borrowed a coat and helped find the way. There are not many kind-hearted people like this now, so I should treat him to a meal another day.

You Wei leaned back in his chair, looking at the classroom environment boredly.

When he entered the classroom just now, the class teacher randomly assigned him to the "Feng Shui Treasure Land" next to the trash can, commonly known as the special area for poor students.

Fortunately, the garbage has just been taken out, and there is no peculiar smell for the time being.

Most of the people in the class were memorizing their books at the top of their voices, and the noise was as if they had strayed into some slaughterhouse.

... It is indeed the legendary learning hell.

You Wei flipped through it casually, and the title page of the textbook was still written "You Wei, Class 1, Senior Two".

You Wei added another number after "1" to become "12", and bid farewell to You Wei from Yangtian Middle School and the past life.

Alas, he sighed deeply.

You Wei, who has always been heartless, suddenly became sentimental: If I hadn't transferred to another school, I should be... I should be sleeping now.

Who would have believed that the schedule of this school is an entire hour earlier than that of Yangtian Middle School!

Before You Wei's nostalgia spread further, the curtain came to an end immediately.

He tilted his head and fell asleep amidst the uproar, he barely closed his eyes last night.

This sleep was not restful, all kinds of bizarre images made his head dizzy, the past and present were intertwined, like a wave, dragging him into an unknown fate.

He was beaten to the ground by the waves, but he was powerless to resist.

Suddenly, there was a dull pain in the back of his head, and there were whispers in his ears.

You Wei frowned and slowly opened his eyes, the dream and reality were still entangled, it took a long time to separate you and me.

Those noisy voices gradually became clearer, and the picture gradually came into focus—a little old man was waving a large triangle ruler with his teeth and claws, and the sharp wooden corners were swaying in front of You Wei's eyes.

Without even thinking about it, You Wei stretched out his hand and grabbed it. It would be bad if it stuck in the eyes.

The old man wanted to withdraw the "weapon" angrily, but he didn't.

The math teacher swept the floor with dignity, and shouted angrily: "Are you going to rebel? You have forgotten the four words of respecting the teacher, right?"

As he spoke, he exerted a lot of strength, and his arm, which was used to holding chalk, also had some strength.

You Wei reacted and let go quickly.

His hand loosened suddenly, the math teacher lost his strength, took a big step back, and sat directly on the lap of a male classmate with a face full of acne.

Laughter and exclamation were mixed, and the scene was very chaotic for a while.

You Wei didn't expect this to happen. After fully waking up, he was amused by the expression of the acne classmate who wanted to cry but had no tears.

"I'm sorry."

When the teacher saw You Wei's smile, he was so angry that he had already stopped the class cursing: "I can't take this class. I have been teaching for more than [-] years, and this is the first time I have encountered such a naughty student. My class is still unreasonable." Dare to sleep! Dare to hit the teacher!"

You Wei:?You're not talking about me, are you?

The gloating looks of the people around him gave him an affirmative answer: yes, it is you.

The math teacher was so angry that he rushed out of the door, followed by two classmates who went out to dissuade him, probably the class leaders or the like.

The front desk turned his face: "Handsome guy, you are going to be unlucky."

You Wei was very calm: "I'm used to it."

The front desk said again: "Mr. Liu is an old teacher who has retired and rehired. He has a very violent temper and has a lot of things, and he is also very special... Careful, no one in the whole school dares to confront him. You are the first."

You Wei: "...Thank you?" He didn't panic, and even felt a little honored.

Under everyone's curious eyes, he lay down and fell asleep again.

The front desk gasped: "What's the origin of this?"

Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his color, and even slept again?

When all kinds of unrealistic speculations are unfolding around You Wei, the psychology of the parties is actually very simple.

He was thinking, it sounded like he would be the first student in Yifeng who was expelled right after transferring, so he might as well recover his spirit before leaving.

The author has something to say:

Fantasy advance collection: "Will the Bionic Young Master Act Like a Baby", not sweet, no money (●＾o＾●)

The copy is as follows, if you are interested, you can click the column to collect

1.

In order to resist the arranged marriage, the group's young master Si Lai sneaked into the robot packing box and escaped from the house. Unexpectedly, he and the box were delivered across the ocean to his fiancé's door.

As soon as the express was opened, Si Laisu's fiance, Qiao Yulin, whom he had never met, was looking at him coldly.

Surprise, surprise.

Seeing this situation, the squeamish young master, whose fingers should never touch the spring water, acted accordingly and lied that he was a housekeeping robot: "Hello, master."

#Escaped, but not completely escaped#

The young master overslept on his first day on the job.

The next day, break eight bowls.

On the third day, I almost got caught stealing food in the middle of the night.

……

On the nth day of work, I almost died (mentally) because I was forced to turn on the adult mode by the master.

#Every day on the verge of falling off the horse, crazy exploration#

#What should I do if my fiancé has a quirk of kissing robots#

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2.

Qiao Yulin, the youngest general in the Federation, is known for his iron-blooded skills, but he is also notoriously unkind (and robots are not close either).

I don't know when, a good-looking but useless household robot was added to his house, and he offered it up like a baby.

#真香#

On the first day the robot arrived home, the general's uniform was scalded.

The next day, the general vomited and had diarrhea from eating his own bento.

On the third day, the general had to secretly cook to avoid starvation to death by both the robot and himself.

……

On the nth day, the general was obsessed with playing dress-up games for the little robot.

The subordinate couldn't stand it and reminded him: "General, such a stupid robot is usually sent back for scrapping."

The general looked displeased: "? Will you send your wife to be scrapped?"

Subordinate:?

#I don’t want to either, but he calls me master#

#What should I do if my fiancé has a quirk of pretending to be a robot#