I also want to stick with the bamboo horse today

The first physical education class of each semester is basically in the inner classroom, and most of the physical education teachers will be absent, and this time is no exception.

"Ahem," when everyone took out their books and prepared to go to self-study, Zhang Yeran of the sports committee grabbed a list and a pen and stood on the podium: "Well, well! This class is about sports, and it has nothing to do with sports. Collect everything!"

Of course, no one bought his account: "Is there something wrong? Come down quickly!"

Only then did Zhang Yeran get serious: "Stop making trouble, I have something to tell everyone. Our physical education this semester is divided into five classes and divided into subjects. The specific optional sports include football, basketball, badminton, and table tennis. Ball... What else is there, oh, tennis! Each event is limited to ten people, and students from classes 2 to 4 will be enrolled together. This class will confirm the list, and now everyone thinks about what they want to choose , sign up later!"

There was an instant commotion in the class, and the students discussed in whispers.

"Keep down, the class next door is still in class! This kind of thing doesn't need to be discussed for a long time..." Zhang Yeran stood on the podium for a while, and clapped his hands, "Okay, let's count the number of people, those who want to apply for football Classmates, please stand up!"

Sparsely stood up five or six people, including Zhu Finance.

Then, Zhang Yeran counted the number of people playing badminton and table tennis, and there were no more than seven or eight players.It's different when it comes to basketball. Hula stood up and half the class, including Zhuang Wenyao.And tennis has no one who wants to choose.

The sports committee was quite helpless: "Well, maybe I didn't make it clear, let me emphasize again, every sport has its pros and cons. If you are more difficult like football and tennis, the final exam will be easy! Basketball exam The requirements for skills may be higher, and it is not easy to get high scores. As for badminton and table tennis, they are played indoors in the gymnasium. You must know that this is the spring semester, and summer is coming soon. Playing small ball in the gymnasium is no better than the top. Playing basketball in the sun and sweating all over, isn’t it comfortable? And there will be girls in ordinary classes~”

Everyone laughed meaningfully.

The results of the second registration were much more even. Some of them were persuaded by Zhu Finance to choose football, and some threw themselves into the arms of the little ball for the sake of the little girl.But even so, the number of basketball players is still excessive.

"In this case, we can only draw lots. Whoever is drawn will have to be transferred to tennis. Let's think about it..."

While Zhang Yeran was talking, Zhuang Wenyao hooked his fingers at him on the podium.

Dian Dian ran over: "What's the matter, Brother Yao?"

Zhuang Wenyao said in a low voice, "Yezi, can you talk to the teacher about allowing more places for basketball? Because our aviation class is all boys, there are indeed many people who like basketball..."

Zhang Yeran: "Yes, yes, but now there are [-] people who want to sign up for basketball, which is too much..."

"Then how about I choose tennis?" Zhuang Wenyao asked.

"Hmm..." Zhang Yeran thought about it, "In this case, we should be able to win the three places. But there are too few people who choose tennis. If there are not enough people, they may take classes with their counterparts from the second year of high school..."

Zhuang Wenyao's heart moved, and he grasped the main points: the corresponding class!

"I want to sign up for tennis!"

"Okay, thank Brother Yao for his self-sacrifice." Zhang Yeran nodded and registered him.

……

During the self-study class that night, Zhuang Wenyao had just returned from a run on the playground when he found Liu Chang from Class 2 lingering at the door of Class 1.

Zhuang Wenyao stepped forward and asked, "What are you doing?"

Liu Chang said: "Tell the representative of the Chinese class of your class to go to the printing room to count the papers, and your class will not count the papers!"

"Ah, good! No..." Zhuang Wenyao suddenly thought of something, and glanced around the classroom with his head, "Zhang Rui went to the Shangsheng competition tonight, no wonder he didn't know about it. Let me count for him! "

Liu Chang paused, and said, "I suggest you find a helper, there are a lot of new papers."

"How much can there be?" Zhuang Wenyao didn't feel relieved, and hurriedly said, "I'm going!"

"En." Liu Chang glanced at him, said nothing more, and went back to his class.

……

The printing room on the top floor of the Shaw Building is lit. Looking at it from a distance in the night, the bottom four floors seem to have disappeared out of thin air, which is a bit weird.When Zhuang Wenyao went up the elevator, the lights in the elevator flickered for a moment, which was scary.

I should have called a helper earlier, Zhuang Wenyao thought.But as a staunch materialist, he was not very afraid.Knock on the door and enter the printing room: "Hi, teacher! I'm here to count the Chinese papers for the first year of high school."

The teacher in charge was packing up his things, and casually pointed to the piles of brand new test papers on the ground.

Zhuang Wenyao noticed that another student was operating the computer, and the printer next to it was humming, spitting out new test papers.

"Lu Zhiheng?!" His back was so recognizable that Zhuang Wenyao recognized him immediately, "Why are you here?"

Lu Zhiheng turned around and smiled at him: "Teacher Lu asked me to print out the handouts of Wujing. There are too few students in our sophomore high school Wujing class, and the printing room does not print uniformly, so the papers have to be printed out by ourselves."

Well, it's doing things for others again.

But you can't refuse the task assigned by the teacher, so let me understand you once this time.Zhuang Wenyao said: "Isn't it okay to use the printer of your physics group? I have to go to the Shaw Building."

Lu Zhiheng smiled wryly: "The printer in the office is broken."

"Okay." Zhuang Wenyao shrugged and squatted down to count the Chinese papers.

What Liu Chang said was true. This time, there were a total of eleven papers, which were a set of special reading training. The teachers typed them out to save trouble, and asked the students to staple them up and keep them for safekeeping.

That's good too, so you don't have to count them again and again in the future.

Zhuang Wenyao squatted on the ground and concentrated on counting the papers, when suddenly there was a figure beside him: "Do you need help?"

You don't need to look to know who it is: "No need, go back after you finish fighting."

Lu Zhiheng put his arms around his knees and looked around: "These are all yours? There are quite a few of them, let me help you."

Here we go again... I don't think he wants to help others, but he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't help!He could even imagine that if he, Lu Zhiheng, came to send the message, he would definitely follow him to help!

Zhuang Wenyao knew that he couldn't beat him, so he sighed: "Okay, you count backwards."

"En!" Lu Zhiheng went to the end of the serial number to count the papers in joy.

Zhuang Wenyao said to him, "Five by five, hurry up."

"Ok!"

There was the sound of pages turning in the copying room.

At this point, the teacher in charge should be off work, packed up his things, and put the key on the table at the door: "Students, after counting the papers, lock the door and put the key on the window sill outside. Don't forget to turn off the power!"

Zhuang Wenyao and Lu Zhiheng: "Good teacher, goodbye teacher—"

The speed of the two people was doubled, and eleven papers were quickly counted.

Lu Zhiheng tidied up the parts he had counted and hugged them up: "I counted fifty sheets for each."

Zhuang Wenyao did the same thing: "Enough! Thank you."

"You're welcome." Lu Zhiheng smiled softly, "Put the paper on top of me, and you lock the door."

"Okay." The two walked out of the printing room. Zhuang Wenyao followed his words, turned off the lights, turned off the computer, and pulled the switch. The only light source in the corridor also went out.

There were only the two of them in the entire Shaw Building, and in the darkness, there seemed to be someone's gasp, very faintly.

"I said," Zhuang Wenyao locked the door and threw the key on the high window sill, "What's the point of locking the door like this? The key is right next to it. Isn't it the one who took off his pants..." Approaching Lu Zhiheng, he went to pick it up. The paper in his arms.

Lu Zhiheng flinched imperceptibly: "Ah, um..."

"What's wrong with you?" Zhuang Wenyao stomped his feet and turned on the voice-activated light, and the corridor was bright again.

Lu Zhiheng took a sharp breath, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay."

"Your face is a little pale..." Zhuang Wenyao stared at him seriously, "Have you eaten tonight?"

Lu Zhiheng dodged his expression and didn't look at him: "I ate...ah no, no..."

"?" Zhuang Wenyao suddenly became suspicious, "Have you eaten or not? Wait a minute, I have candy in my pocket."

He put the paper back into Lu Zhiheng's hand, took out a toffee from his pocket, tore it open and fed it to his mouth, balled up the candy wrapper and stuffed it back into his pocket: "Is it better?" From his hand Received a larger number of papers.

With a candy in his mouth, Lu Zhiheng relaxed a lot, and smiled easily: "It's much better, thank you."

"There's something I've always wanted to ask you." Zhuang Wenyao said.

Lu Zhiheng looked up alertly: "Huh?"

Zhuang Wenyao: "Why are you always so polite to people? Obviously, I am very warm to others and almost respond to every request, but I always speak politely... Everyone likes you so much, and you always feel alienated like this... Or Said you didn't like us?"

Lu Zhiheng hurriedly said: "I didn't mean that! It's just a habit..."

When we got to the elevator while talking, Zhuang Wenyao pressed the button: "Then you can just be casual! We are all classmates, so don't be so polite. It's always like this, isn't it very tiring?"

Lu Zhiheng smiled: "You are right. I will pay attention to it in the future."

"Ah."

When the elevator came up, Lu Zhiheng went in first, pressed the 1st floor, and stood in the innermost corner.

Zhuang Wenyao also came in: "It's scary to come here at night. When I came up just now, the lights flickered. It's like a horror game."

Lu Zhiheng's figure became obviously stiff, and his voice trembled a little: "Really?"

"That's right~" Zhuang Wenyao said in an ethereal and erratic voice, "Senior, are there any ghost stories in our school? Like zombies, female ghosts or something?"

"No." Lu Zhiheng's voice was rarely cold, his eyes fixed on the number in the elevator, 5, 4...

"Are you really scared? Don't be scared!" Zhuang Wenyao saw that his reaction was wrong, and quickly recovered his normal tone and said with a smile, "We are all high school students who believe in materialism! Besides, even if there is, I will punch ten , it is more than enough to protect you..."

When the elevator reached the third floor, the overhead lights flickered again, this time continuously flickering on and off.

"Damn it?" Zhuang Wenyao raised his head in disbelief, "Will the power go out at this time?"

The number of the floor changed from 3 to 2, and the hearts of both of them raised their throats: Hurry up!

There is a psychological effect in the world called Murphy's Law: If you worry about something happening, it is more likely to happen.

With a strange sound above the head, the tricky game of the light bulb finally died down and went out completely.The elevator was stuck motionless between the 1st and 2nd floors, plunged into darkness, only the emergency button flashed a gloomy red light.

"Shit!" Zhuang Wenyao had a big breakdown, "Senior, I was wrong, I don't have crow's mouth anymore! But if it's like the radio station last time, I should be able to call in a while. Press the emergency button first..."

Although Zhuang Wenyao behaved as usual, he must still have a little panic in his heart, and he didn't realize that Lu Zhiheng hadn't made a sound for a long time.

"Senior?" Zhuang Wenyao turned his head stiffly, he couldn't see his face in the dark, and immediately panicked, "Lu Zhiheng, are you okay..."

Before the words were finished, there was a bang in the claustrophobic space, the test papers were scattered on the ground, and a figure slid down against the corner of the wall.

"Lu Zhiheng!" Zhuang Wenyao's pupils dilated suddenly, he threw the paper in his hand aside, and knelt on the ground with a bang, groping in his direction.

He shouted: "Lu Zhiheng, can you hear me? Speak!"

No response.

Zhuang Wenyao's eyes adapted to the dark environment, and he vaguely saw that Lu Zhiheng's eyes were closed, his face was paper-like, extremely frightening.

Hypoglycemic coma?Sudden cardiac arrest?Or some other reason?

Zhuang Wenyao approached him for examination, his heart rate was extremely fast, his breathing was shallow, and his pale face was covered with sweat.

Zhuang Wenyao unbuttoned his shirt and tie, reduced the restraint, and his brain was spinning rapidly: should it be hypoglycemia?At this time, should blood sugar be measured and intravenous glucose infusion?But they're stuck in this damn elevator!

How to do? !

Zhuang Wenyao carefully let him lie flat on his lap, and tremblingly wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve.This was all he could do, and he raised his leg angrily and kicked the elevator door.

The sound startled the person in his arms, his legs twitched, and then he turned sideways and curled up, with a painful expression: "Don't..."

Zhuang Wenyao's heart shook, he bent down and buried his head deeply, only then did he hear what he was saying, and was momentarily stunned.

"Don't... Dad..."

dad?

Although he didn't know the reason, Zhuang Wenyao's heart suddenly constricted, and he suddenly had the urge to cry, and then some other emotion flooded up. He thought it should be a desire for protection and a sense of responsibility.

Lu Zhiheng flinched like a fetus in a mother's womb, with his palm lightly covering the back of Zhuang Wenyao's hand, but his slender fingers held his hand firmly in his palm, like a drowning man clutching a life-saving rope, murmuring intermittently.

There was coldness and dampness that did not belong to him on the back of his hand, but Zhuang Wenyao quickly adapted to this touch, and at the same time, an indescribable emptiness was born in the empty palm.

So, without thinking about it, he broke free from the confinement, turned his wrist and clasped his hand behind him, his palms pressed together, and his fingers clasped tightly.

But this seemed to be not enough, the person in his arms was still trembling slightly, panting heavily.

So Zhuang Wenyao changed his posture, wrapped his whole body in his arms, with his chest against his back, as if embracing his restless soul through his flesh, and said word by word in his ear: "Don't be afraid."

"and me."