I also want to stick with the bamboo horse today

Zhuang Wenyao thought it was a fake at first, after all, few people would set their real names as WeChat nicknames.But when he saw the verification message "Journalist Lu Zhiheng", he remembered the matter of Naxin.

Could it be that he changed his mind and wanted me again?

Oops, that's too unfortunate, I've already joined Radio and TV.

Zhuang Wenyao was thinking, but the corners of his mouth were rising wildly.Anyway, I finished washing, so I went to bed with my phone in my pocket.

Zhang Yeran saw his sneaky look: "Brother Yao, do you want to play a game? Let's start a game later?"

"Who wants to play games? I never play mobile games, okay?" Zhuang Wenyao looked a little unnatural, "You should play less games, too. If your eyes are broken, it will be troublesome!" After speaking, he got under the covers.

"And talk about me, didn't you have a good time too?"

Yezi was a little puzzled: It's not a game, is it chatting with girls? !

Awesome.

Under the quilt, Zhuang Wenyao carefully nodded [Agreed].

The nickname is very officially set to the real name, and the profile picture is a landscape photo with a wide view, squeezed into a small square frame.Click on the big picture to see a path full of ginkgo trees. The effect of parallel perspective makes the artistic conception of the whole photo far away, but it also gives people a feeling of... getting older.

Ginkgo Tree……

Zhuang Wenyao's daydreams drifted to nowhere, and suddenly the phone vibrated, and the other party sent a message:

Lu Zhiheng: [Hello, classmate, I am Lu Zhiheng from the school's press team.We regret to inform you that after discussion by the review team, we failed to approve your application for membership.You are excellent, but due to limited places and fierce competition, we are sorry that we cannot admit you.There are many interesting clubs in No. [-] Middle School. May you shine in your favorite field! ]

Is this group hair? !

Zhuang Wenyao's smile froze on his face, and a sneer came out of his nose after a while: It's really self-awareness.

They just want to appease the emotions of each candidate and fulfill the duties of the team leader.

Lost Typing:

Yao: [Yeah, I see, thank you bro]

The other party quickly replied:

Lu Zhiheng: [No hard work, it should be.It was our mistake not to discover your strengths. ]

He is really good at talking and being a man.

But what's the use of saying this now!

Zhuang Wenyao felt that his heart was in a panic, so he stuffed the phone under the pillow in a fit of anger, and turned over to sleep.

It was nothing at first, but when Lu Zhiheng added him, he became awkward.

After tossing and turning several times, he took out the phone again.I haven't replied to his message yet, not very good.

Unexpectedly, I received another one:

Lu Zhiheng: [Actually, your score in the initial test is not low, and I intend to keep you, but there are too many applicants this year, and the limit for the airline class has already been exceeded.I can't ignore collective opinion because of personal feelings, sorry. ]

Zhuang Wenyao stared at the screen and blinked, his eyes were full of the words "personal feelings".

Yao: [Personal feelings mean? ]

[The other party is typing...]

Lu Zhiheng: [I met you a few times before, and I have a good impression of you :)]

Zhuang Wenyao: ...

Pack!Still pretend to me!

Who will have a good impression of a stranger who lifts his clothes when they meet for the first time? !

Is it so difficult to admit that you know me!

Zhuang Wenyao wants to have a good talk with him, but this question is very serious and it is not suitable to talk about it now.

Yao: [Thank you for telling me this, I don’t feel bad anymore. ]

Lu Zhiheng: [That's good]

Lu Zhiheng: [May I ask, do you still join other clubs? ]

Yao: [Yes, School Radio and Television]

The tennis club won't tell him yet, and will give him a surprise attack when the time comes!

Well, clever.

Lu Zhiheng: [That's very good, I think it suits you very well]

Yao: [I got in by chance, the director’s sister thought highly of me and gave me this opportunity]

Lu Zhiheng: [Sister Youwei?She has always been good at seeing people.This is a chance, or it may be a hidden arrangement]

Yao: [Maybe.How can we know that it is not a blessing if it is a blessing in disguise. ]

Suddenly, the light coming in from the quilt dimmed, and the horn to turn off the lights sounded in the dormitory.

Lu Zhiheng: [Lights off, go to bed early, protect your eyes :)]

This emoji... not very smart Yazi.

The other party's emoticon packs seem to be a little poor, and it turns out that the god of learning is very hardworking, and he rarely surfs the Internet.

Yao: [Mmm, good night/Moon]

Lu Zhiheng: [Good dream:)]

After being admitted to the competition class, Zhuang Wenyao stopped staying up late and honestly turned off his mobile phone and went to sleep.

……

Dream back to childhood.

"A Yao!"

Zhuang Wenyao was sitting under the ginkgo tree in a daze, when suddenly his shoulder was lightly patted, and when he turned his head, he saw Shiyue's smiling eyes: "It's my turn to bring you something good this time!"

Zhuang Wenyao was curious: "What is it?"

"Here!" When the moon showed his hands behind his back.

"It's a paper airplane..." Zhuang Wenyao was a little disappointed, "What kind of a good thing is this..."

Shiyue looked at him with a smile: "You try it!"

The paper airplane looks ordinary, but the style is slightly different from the conventional folding method. There are two pairs of sharp corners on the wings, one pair facing up and the other facing down.

Zhuang Wenyao held it in his hand and threw it hard into the sky. The paper plane drew a soft arc and fluttered leisurely in the air.

"Wow! It flies so far, it seems like it won't land! Xiaoyue, what kind of magic do you know!"

"It's unlikely that it won't land, but I have the 'magic' to make it fly a little longer!"

The so-called "magic" is to tear out the entire white paper, adjust and try again and again until the most stable folding method is found.

A gust of wind blows, and the paper airplane that tends to fall is lifted, and it flies high again, dancing gracefully with the falling ginkgo leaves.

"Wow!" Zhuang Wenyao jumped up excitedly, grabbed Shiyue's hand, chased the plane, ran, ran, "Xiaoyue, you are amazing!"

Suddenly, the paper airplane, like a white dove, flew up to the branch and stopped.

Zhuang Wenyao suddenly turned around in a hurry, jumping around under the tree, but he couldn't reach it anyway.

Shiyue tugged at the corner of his clothes: "Forget it, A Yao, I'll fold a new one for you!"

"No! I only want this one!" Zhuang Wenyao became stubborn, turned around, and ran up the tree!

"Ah Yao!" Shiyue turned pale with shock, "It's dangerous, come down quickly!"

Zhuang Wenyao was nimble and strong, and he climbed onto the branch where the paper airplane was stuck in a few strokes. He lowered his head and smiled at him, stretching his arms to reach it.

Shi Yueke sweated for him, raised her head, followed him with her eyes, changed positions with Zhuang Wenyao's movement, and stretched out her arms unconsciously.

Finally enough!

Zhuang Wenyao laughed out loud with joy: "Xiaoyue, go on!"

Just as he was about to throw the plane back into Shiyue's hands, the tree branches under his feet suddenly clicked, and the feeling of weightlessness hit him, and he and the plane fell straight down!

"A Yao!"

"Ahhhh-"

The expected pain did not come, and Zhuang Wenyao fell into a slender but powerful embrace.

"Little Moon?"

Due to the force of the impact, both of them fell down and rolled twice on the ground. In the end, Zhuang Wenyao was crushed by the person in his arms, but his body didn't hurt at all.

"Hahahahaha..."

Silently staring at each other for a moment, the two boys looked at each other covered in yellow leaves, and laughed tacitly.

The lost and recovered paper plane takes off again. Under the sun, the boy chases the plane and the wind, free and unrestrained.

How I wish the wind would never cease that day, just like the paper airplanes of childhood, can fly back to his palm through time.

……

In the morning, the second period is over, and there is a big break.

The No. [-] Middle School stipulated that radio gymnastics should be done between classes.

The students were about to go to the playground to gather, and an announcement came from the radio: "The next announcement, please come to the student union for a meeting after the fourth class. The next announcement..."

"Squad leader? Where's Brother Yao?" Yuan Jiawei looked around.

Zhang Yeran pushed him a bit: "What did you hear, it's the fourth class!"

"Oh..." Yuan Jiawei said, "The announcer has changed, and I can't get used to it for a while. This voice, is it a freshman at our level? It's too tender, I don't feel it, it's better to be senior He Mang!"

Zhang Yeran laughed loudly: "You speak ill of brother Yao! I'll tell him later!"

"Damn it?" Yuan Jiawei stared like copper bells, "Is this Brother Yao?"

"Hmm! He went to the radio station to report without even doing eye exercises, didn't you notice?"

"Wrong, wrong, what kind of natural sound is this!"

"Okay, don't be poor, this time spare your life, hurry up and gather!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Yeran is now the Sports Committee of Class 1, responsible for leading the team.

The radio station was closer to the playground than the classroom, and when he led the team, Zhuang Wenyao was already waiting on the field.

The aviation class is different from the ordinary class. When people are doing radio exercises, they have to train their physical fitness.

Today's project is push-ups, each time I do a slogan.

"one!"

"two!"

"three!"

"Four!"

Ninety Arhats have all been trained by the devil, their bodies are straight when pressed down and then propped up, their movements are surprisingly consistent, and their slogans are bluffing. Too neat.

The senior sister inspected by the Disciplinary Inspection Department of the Student Union became angry: "What are you looking at? I haven't seen an airplane class!"

Shouting loudly, the stumbling queue automatically aligned itself.

Zhang Yeran is so talkative, he doesn't sit idle while doing push-ups: "Brother Yao...Nineteen! Are we...Twenty! Are we being discriminated against? 21!"

Zhuang Wenyao: "Be confident... 22! That's... 23! Discriminated against... 24!"

During the exercise time between classes, the students poured into the playground like dumplings and dispersed, and rushed out of the playground as if they were being fished out after the end.

The students in the ordinary class returned to class talking and laughing, while the students in the aviation class seemed to have lost half their lives, and their arms and waists no longer belonged to them.

Zhang Rui followed at the end of the line, blowing while walking.

"What's the matter?"

Zhang Yeran took a look at his hand, there were a few scratches on the rim of the fish, blood oozing, and a lot of dust.

Zhang Ye was startled: "Wow! What did you do? I'll take you to the infirmary for disinfection!"

Zhuang Wenyao also looked over after hearing the sound: "Don't go, the infirmary is too far away, I'm afraid it will be too late. There is a medicine box in my classroom, let me deal with it for you!"

Zhang Rui smiled gratefully: "Okay, thank you monitor~"

"Brother Yao is reliable!" Zhang Yeran gave him a thumbs up, but his right hand still did not let go of Zhang Rui's hand, "I didn't do much today, why are you still so easily injured..."

He gently pinched the unbruised skin on Zhang Rui's hand, it was tender and soft, not like a boy's hand.

"Tsk," Zhang Yeran spread out his palm at him, "Look at me! It's already covered with calluses."

Zhang Rui subconsciously stretched out her fingertips and touched it: "Really! It's amazing..."

The callused hands should feel less sensitive, but those two touches, which were so light that they could be ignored, were clearly sent to Zhang Yeran's brain along the nerve endings.

"Really!" Zhang Ye suddenly tightened his five fingers and held Zhang Rui's hand tightly, letting him feel the strength.

Zhang Rui's Painful Mask: "Yes, Brother Ye, let me go, my hand hurts!!!"

"Oh oh, I'm sorry... hiss..." Zhang Yeran immediately let go, rubbing on his trouser legs in a panic: What is he nervous about?I forgot about the injuries on my hands!

"Hey, did you get hurt after doing a few push-ups?" Yuan Jiawei came over at some point, rubbed his index finger on his face, "You're so delicate, Zhang Jiaojiao~" and ran away.

A lonely look appeared on Zhang Rui's face.Zhang Yeran became angry on the spot.

"Fuck you!" He caught up with him in two steps, grabbed him by the vest, pulled him into his arms, and then locked his throat, "You're the one who will take the beating, right? Yuan Gangdan!"

Zhang Rui looked worried: "Brother Ye, don't fight!"

Zhuang Wenyao smiled and bent over: "It's okay, don't worry about it. Let's go back and disinfect!"

"Hmm." Zhang Rui looked back worriedly, Yuan Jiawei repeatedly begged for mercy under Zhang Yeran's intimidation.

"By the way, Zhang Rui," Zhuang Wenyao said, "If you still haven't adapted to this training rhythm, you have to work hard on your own. The training intensity in the future will only be greater, and it will not be easy."

Zhang Rui nodded: "Okay monitor, I understand!"

……

During club activity time in the afternoon, Zhuang Wenyao reported to the tennis club.

There are two tennis courts in No. [-] Middle School, and they are full of people, mostly girls, who are waiting for someone tacitly.

But that person hasn't shown up yet.

Among the new members, Zhuang Wenyao also saw Zhuo Tianjiao, the squad leader of the 2nd class of the brother class, the camouflage uniform, which stood out among the blue shirts.

"Thank you for your support!" The senior who handed out the entry form during the hundred-regiment battle shouted to everyone with a loudspeaker, "I think everyone came together today, so let's learn the basic moves. Let's do the preparatory activities first."

Zhuang Wenyao stood in front and couldn't help asking: "Senior, when will Senior Lu Zhiheng come?"

The senior was taken aback, thought for a while, and said, "Maybe he won't come today... Do you have something to do with him?"

"Well...well, there's something wrong."

Senior: "Then you go directly to class 1 to find him. He is not the president, and he comes at an irregular time."

a bolt from the blue.

So Lu Zhiheng is just a member of the club? !

He has always been so good, Zhuang Wenyao logically thought that he was also the president of the tennis club!

The time cost of wanting to see him has increased again.

Hey, make a fuss.

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Warm reminder: don't climb trees!Dangerous action, please do not imitate.