I also want to stick with the bamboo horse today

In order to protect personal information, they only recorded the window of the message manager, and recorded it again with the mobile phone, and saved it together with the exported text. At the same time, they re-downloaded the pictures, videos, recordings and other files in the group and organized them into a compressed package. .

After finishing these quickly, they each went back to the dormitory. Fortunately, they got into bed before turning off the lights and checking the bed.

Holding a flashlight, the dormitory inspected the houses from house to house, and after confirming that there were people lying on every bed, he left satisfied.

After that, Zhuang Wenyao took out his mobile phone to send a message to Chi Yi.He knew she must not have slept.

Yao: [When you went back to the dormitory at night, did you encounter anything? ]

Yichi Starlight: [No]

A pool of starlight: [why? ]

Yao: [Nothing, beware of mad dogs biting people]

Yao: [How is her condition? ]

A Pool of Starlight: [not so good/tired]

A Pool of Starlight: [She cried all night/tired]

A Pool of Starlight: [I haven't finished my homework/exhausted]

hiss...

Although chatting on WeChat is no better than face-to-face communication, Zhuang Wenyao can still feel that Chi Yi's state is obviously different from that of evening self-study.When the accident happened, they were very worried about Cheng Cheng and tried their best to comfort her.But one night passed, and the other party didn't get in, and couldn't get out at all, which seriously affected the normal arrangements of himself and others. Chi Yi was inevitably exhausted physically and mentally, maybe he was lighting a lamp and cooking oil to make up his homework.

Yao: [Have you decided to call the police yet? ]

A pool of starlight: [impossible at all]

Yao: [compressed file]

Yao: [Then let her see this before deciding]

[The other party has successfully accepted your file]

Yao: [By the way, I'm just a porter with no emotions, I don't see anything]

The next day, Friday.A police car drove into the campus in a low-key manner, and did not attract the attention of the students.But the students in the aviation class knew that Zhanxin left school early before school was over in the afternoon, and never appeared on the campus of No. [-] Middle School again.

Later, the head teacher of Class 2 explained that Zhanxin couldn’t adapt to the management and training of the aviation experiment class, so he transferred due to personal reasons and returned to the high school where the students came from to continue their studies.

After that, the insiders couldn't hide the secret anymore, and the gossip about "a girl in the first year of high school bravely uttered a series of slaps and smashed the scumbag boy" spread like wildfire, and various versions of the whole story were circulated on Chaohua.

Everyone's cool points are concentrated on the part of "tearing the scumbag with his hands". This "scumbag" was criticized and ruined in Chaohua. Also because of the "textbook-style abuse of scum", it was hit on the altar, and it became a benchmark for women who do not let their eyebrows go, which made the audience very addicted.

Zhuang Wenyao, an old super talker, naturally also turned into a young girl jumping up and down in the melon field.The timeline compiled by the so-called "insiders" on the Internet is mixed. At the beginning, when the two got together and when they broke up, there was some truth to speak of, and the later plots gradually let themselves go.Zhuang Wenyao read it as a novel, and felt that his imagination was really rich.

But this is also good, the public opinion is far from the facts, so it will not repeatedly expose the victim's scars, but it is equivalent to scabbing layer by layer, leaving room for her to heal slowly.

No. [-] middle school has a free and open style of study, high-quality students, and the communication between boys and girls conforms to the standard of etiquette. They are friendly and friendly but not too close. Even if there is a secret puppy love, the way of getting along is also a secret little beauty. They are intimate when they are together, and they are safe when they are apart.

A scumbag like Zhan Xin is truly unprecedented, that's why this turmoil has attracted so much attention and discussion.

But after all, we are all students, and learning always comes first.Since the mid-term entrance examination is coming soon, everyone is a person who knows what is important, and when it is time to calm down, focus on studying.

It's not the weekend soon, the exam will start next Wednesday.

During this time, Zhuang Wenyao was worried about many things, including school activities, organizational work, and interpersonal relationships.When it came to exams, I was still a little uncertain, so I decided not to go home on weekends, stay in school to study, and sprint for a weekend, which is more or less useful.

On Thursday night, the life committee made a count of those who stayed in school on weekends, and the list was sent to Zhuang Wenyao's dormitory.

On Thursday, Class 1 of Aviation is also called "Black Thursday" because the course schedule of that day is extremely "full of dry goods". Unique physical training.After a day, there is not a single class like music and body beauty, and there is no such brain-changing liberal arts as politics, history and geography, which directly leads to an extremely high amount of homework for the day. Those who can finish writing in the evening self-study are all masters, most of them Everyone has to go back to the dormitory to complete some copying and writing homework such as Chinese and English.

When I returned to the dormitory, I was exhausted physically and mentally. Thinking of staying in school on weekends, I suddenly felt that life was hopeless.

"Zhang Rui, finance, are you all staying in school?"

The two of them are from outside the province, and they study very hard, and they have to stay in school almost on weekends.Zhuang Wenyao knew this, so he had to confirm it again.

"Keep it!" Zhang Rui sat on the chair and was about to get up when he heard the sound.

Zhuang Wenyao saw that he seemed to be copying the language accumulation book, so he said: "You don't move, I will sign it for you."

Zhang Rui turned around, leaned on the back of the chair and smiled at him: "Thank you monitor~"

Zhu Finance is also working on the question: "Brother Yao, I will also stay, please help me sign it!"

"OK!"

Zhang Yeran was not studying, so he came over to Zhuang Wenyao: "Brother Yao, I'll keep it too, just give me the form after you finish writing, and I'll do it myself."

"Why did you stay in school?" Zhuang Wenyao was a little surprised. After all, these two old Rongcheng people were "resolutely going home on weekends". , never stay in school for one second longer.

"Should I ask you this?" Zhang Ye said wearily, "At my level, I'm going to make a surprise attack on the weekend before the exam during the midterm. Brother Yao, take me with you."

Zhuang Wenyao: "Don't, I'm not good at it either. I've been a little slack during this time, I can't learn until the beginning of school..."

Zhang Yeran clapped his hands: "You are in the state of just starting school! You demand me with that standard, do you hear me?"

"Okay, okay..." Zhuang Wenyao smiled, and suddenly his phone vibrated, and he went to the bathroom to answer the phone, "Yezi, write to me first, I'll make a call."

"okay!"

Caller ID: Miss Zhang.

Zhuang Wenyao closed the toilet door and answered with a swipe of his finger: "Mom?"

Zhang Xin's voice came from the other end of the phone, and because of the radio error, it seemed more gentle and gentle than usual: "Ah Yao, I heard that you are going to stay in school this week?"

Zhuang Wenyao said in a low voice: "Well, the mid-term exam will be held in the next cycle, so I will stay in school to study~"

Zhang Xin: "Okay, but don't be too tired. On weekends, you should rest well. Just let the exam take its course. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"I know. You and Dad are too. Don't follow me and squeeze your weekend rest time."

Zhang Xin's tone was brisk: "That's natural! You're not at home this weekend, so why don't we seize the opportunity to live together~"

"Hmph..." Although it was my choice to stay in school, it made me sour to think that Baba Mama would go out to play and eat delicious food behind my back!

"Then I wish you both have a good time!"

"Then I will accept your good words!"

Time is not forgiving, 40-year-old Zhang Xin is no longer young, but perhaps due to work, she is well maintained, not to mention her mentality is still like a little girl who is in love, and she can't hide her happiness when she thinks of her upcoming date.

But at the same time, she is also a good mother who thinks about her children, and she is very concerned about the goose who stayed in school for the first time, "If you need anything, call mom! By the way, I will make you some delicious food on weekends. Have a good meal with your roommate. When do you leave school at noon?"

"Ah?" Zhuang Wenyao was stunned for a moment, "You don't need to come here to deliver food, it's not that you don't have to eat..."

Zhang Xin interrupted him forcefully: "That's not allowed! I can't go home on weekends, so I have to eat a meal at home! Just in time, last time you hurt your foot, your roommate took good care of you. You also have to express your gratitude, Let's all have a meal!"

Seems to make sense ha!

Zhuang Wenyao didn't refuse: "Okay, just make something casually, don't need to be too rich, it's troublesome."

Zhang Xin was quite confident: "I know, do you still need to guide me in cooking? Shouldn't the lights be turned off at this point? Mom won't say more, you should go to bed early."

Zhuang Wenyao: "Yes."

"Remember to ask your roommate not to go to the cafeteria at noon on Saturday, and come to the school gate to get food!"

"Ok!"

"Go to sleep, hang up."

"Good night~"

Zhuang Wenyao returned to the dormitory from the balcony while talking, and waited for Zhang Xin to hang up before turning off the phone.

Zhang Yeran sat on the cabinet ladder reciting vocabulary words, raised his head and asked with a smile, "Who are you calling? Good night."

"Mother is coming!" Zhuang Wenyao said with a Taiwanese accent, "By the way, there is no need to go to the cafeteria to buy food at noon on Saturday. My parents will deliver the food, and we will eat together in the dormitory! Remind me, don't forget."

I wish a financial surprise: "Really? Brother Yao is so kind!"

Zhang Rui was a little embarrassed, but he also turned around, his eyes sparkling.

"Brother Yao is awesome!" Zhang Yeran raised his arms and cheered, "You can try Auntie's handicraft! By the way, is it Auntie or Uncle?"

Zhuang Wenyao replied with a smile: "It's auntie, my father doesn't have time to cook."

"My dad is too!" Zhang Yeran said, "But my mom has been cooking the food for so many years, and it's still unpalatable! But it's better than the canteen..."

"Hahahaha..." Everyone laughed.

Zhu Finance said: "Our family is different. My dad is a chef, and that's why my mom agreed to be with him..."

"Damn it, dad is a chef, isn't he so happy?" Zhang Yeran shouted exaggeratedly, "Sure enough, if you want to capture a woman's heart, you must first capture her stomach!"

Zhuang Wenyao frowned: "It's not right, why do I remember it's a man?"

Zhang Yeran: "This kind of thing is the same for men and women, food and drink is a big desire for men and women!"

Zhang Rui, who had been listening all the time, finally added a word: "My family is not like that, my parents cook super delicious food!"

Zhang Yeran laughed when he heard that, and jumped over to grab his white and tender face: "Uncle and aunt must cook delicious food! Otherwise, if you feed your precious son so tender and tender, it will look delicious!"

"Oh, Brother Ye, Huan Wuhuan (Are you annoying)..." His mouth was so ravaged that he couldn't speak clearly, but his eyes turned into crescent moons.

When people are joking, time goes by much faster than doing homework.

In the blink of an eye, it was time to turn off the lights, and the coughing sound of the housekeeper sounded in the corridor. Everyone stopped playing and went to bed to rest on the sound of the trumpet.

My student days were probably made up of these boring and meaningful everyday days.

Another day.

The author has something to say:

The aviation class defaults to electing science. Everyone is a quasi-science student, and it is inevitable that they will be biased in their mentality. It is not subject discrimination!