I also want to stick with the bamboo horse today

Those who have never seen it will not know that the paper airplane folded by hand is like a bird yearning for the blue sky, soaring leisurely in the air.

Zhuang Wenyao's shot gave enough power, it flew smoothly in the air, ignoring gravity as nothing, and the final landing point far exceeded the designated playing field.

"12 seconds 10!"

The audience stared with bated breath, and finally cheered excitedly at the moment when the results were announced!

"Brilliant!"

"Unbelievable, it flew too far!"

"A flight is fine!"

Zhuang Wenyao himself hides his achievements and fame deeply, chasing the paper airplane all the way to pick it up, holding it in his hand lovingly.

The referee couldn't believe his eyes and said to check.

Zhuang Wenyao was a little reluctant, and handed it to him reluctantly: "Be careful, don't break it!"

The referee took it carefully, almost staring at a hole in it, but he didn't see anything unusual, it was just a paper airplane folded from plain white cardboard with four corners.

"Brother Yao, I rely on you to keep it hidden!" Zhang Yeran snatched it over and checked it over and over again, "How did you stack it?"

"Oh, slow down! Can you be a little serious..." Zhuang Wenyao quickly grabbed it, hugged it in his arms like a precious son, and smoothed out the wrinkles on it.

Everyone pushed Zhuang Wenyao to the center of the arena: "Student, please share your origami airplane skills!"

Zhuang Wenyao stood still with a smile, and said loudly: "Want to know the secret of the paper airplane not landing? Let me tell you, the secret is senior Lu Zhiheng's breath of immortality!"

Lu Zhiheng pointed the camera at him and pressed the shutter, while shaking his head with a smile.

Soon the crowd was in turmoil, and the participating boys held up their precious airplanes: "Senior, give me a breath too!"

"Senior, I want it too!"

Lu Zhiheng had no choice but to smile bitterly: "Students, don't listen to his nonsense, feudal superstition is bad..."

After the students got excited, they gradually realized how unreliable the theory of "immortal energy" was, and they pointed the finger at Zhuang Wenyao again to trouble him.

In the end, No.1 of the three competitions won the first prize in the paper airplane competition.All the participating students flew paper airplanes together, and the prosperity of No. [-] Middle School and the "Science and Technology Culture Festival" ended perfectly with a group of white dove-like paper airplanes flying over the playground.

There are surprisingly many students staying in school this weekend, after all, there is still a week before the midterm exam.

After the event, everyone was in no hurry to leave, and volunteered to stay to clean up the scene and clean up. Student cadres such as Lu Zhiheng, Zhuang Wenyao and others were obliged to do so.

"That's right, little pilot, the paper airplane folds well!"

It's Duan Xi.

Zhuang Wenyao was thinking about how to answer these words, Lu Zhiheng put away the camera and threw it to him: "Bring me back to the regiment headquarters."

Duan Xi didn't say anything, and waved to the two of them: "Let's go first!"

Zhuang Wenyao looked at his back, as if the words "tool man" were written on it.

As the saying goes, there is strength in numbers.When the on-site contestants and audience turned into volunteers to clean up together, it didn't take long for the playground to be cleaned up and it was as clean as ever.After the students successfully completed the task, they chatted with their friends about what to eat for dinner, and left in twos and threes.

Zhang Yeran was followed by the brothers from Class 1: "God Lu, brother Yao! Let's go eat together?"

Zhuang Wenyao turned to look at Lu Zhiheng.

The latter said with a smile: "Go first, I'll go to the east gate to pick up a courier."

Zhuang Wenyao quickly interfaced: "What express delivery? I'll go with you."

Lu Zhiheng subconsciously refused: "No need, the East Gate is not far away..."

"Just one piece not far away." Zhuang Wenyao held his shoulders, turned around and said to his brothers, "Help us get two meals, thank you!"

The two turned away from the crowd and walked towards the east gate.

"Oh, it's finally over!" Zhuang Wenyao let out a long sigh of relief, "'Two Festivals' is fun, but it's a bit too tiring!"

Lu Zhiheng nodded: "Not only do we have to go to the TV station to record programs, but we also have to prepare projects."

Zhuang Wenyao: "That modeling is too brain-intensive! I will never participate in it again, never again!"

"Mathematical modeling is indeed not friendly to students who have not received professional training, but I think what you did...you two did a good job."

"really?"

"Ok!"

After talking, he arrived at the east gate, where Lu Zhiheng found his courier, a small box.After signing the receipt, I started to walk back and unpack the express with my bare hands. Although it looked a little violent, it was very efficient and raced against time, which was in line with the personality of a schoolmaster.

There happened to be a trash can not far away.Lu Zhiheng threw away layers of useless outer packaging, and finally there was only one small thing left.

what did he buyIt is also specially sent to the school.Zhuang Wenyao couldn't be more curious, but he forced himself to look east and west, but he didn't look at him.

"Ah Yao?" Lu Zhiheng saw that he was looking around and absent-minded, so he couldn't help calling him, "Is this lipstick for you, or should I keep it for you?"

Zhuang Wenyao turned around in confusion: "Lipstick? What lipstick?"

Lu Zhiheng said: "Your peach milk tea color, you can't always use other girls' ones?"

Zhuang Wenyao slapped his head: "Oh, that's right! I didn't even think of this, but you are thoughtful...you bought one specifically?"

"Well. I wrote down the color number when I went to paint for you last time."

Zhuang Wenyao said: "Then how about we give this new one to Tang Mo?"

Lu Zhiheng: "Alright, you can ask her if she would like to 'trade the old for the new'."

Zhuang Wenyao picked up the small box full of English, and roughly looked at it: "How much does this lipstick cost? I'll go back and pass it on to you."

Lu Zhiheng shook his head: "I don't have much money, don't transfer it to me."

"why?"

"No reason." Lu Zhiheng added, "Just treat it as a gift from me."

"No!" Zhuang Wenyao refused, "How much?"

Lu Zhiheng: "It's really unnecessary, just treat it as my repayment of your love from last time."

Zhuang Wenyao was taken aback: "Which time, what kind of love?"

Lu Zhiheng said indifferently: "The time in the elevator."

Zhuang Wenyao was not very happy: "Do you have to be so clear? Then think about it carefully, how many times have you helped me, and how much do I owe you?"

Lu Zhiheng: "Okay, then it's not so clear, and you don't want to transfer money to me."

"..." Zhuang Wenyao was so angry that he couldn't speak: I will never be able to speak out against him!

He lowered his head and muttered in a low voice, "This kind of thing can't be counted, right? And you only remember that people want to pay you back if you treat others well, but you don't want them to pay you back if you treat others well? How can you count it like that, you are not a saint..."

To be honest, he really thinks that Lu Zhiheng's behavior pattern is a bit problematic: sacrifice himself to make others happy, the spring silkworms will die when the silkworms die, and the wax torch will turn into ashes and tears will dry... Sooner or later, he will be squeezed dry by others!

Lu Zhiheng saw that his voice was getting softer and his mouth was getting higher and higher, so he asked tentatively, "Are you angry?"

Zhuang Wenyao quickly adjusted his mood, put his arms around his neck, shook his back and forth, and said "gritting his teeth": "I'm not angry, I just love you and I'm afraid you will be wronged, silly brother!"

Lu Zhiheng was made to laugh uncontrollably by him: "Brother stinky... Then, you promise me one thing, so it's okay, right?"

It's okay to take a step back.Zhuang Wenyao whispered: "Yes, yes, but even if you don't have this lipstick, if you have anything to say to me, I will agree..."

Lu Zhiheng: "Really?"

Zhuang Wenyao swore: "Of course, I'll do my best for my brother!"

Lu Zhiheng suddenly fell silent for some reason.

When they arrived at the cafeteria, the brothers in the aviation class had prepared their meals reliably, and waved to the two of them: "God Lu, Brother Yao! Here!"

As soon as Lu Zhiheng sat down, he was questioned by a few buddies.

Zhang Yeran asked, "God Lu, we're about to take the midterm exam! Did you take the sophomore exam?"

Zhuang Wenyao: "Who asked the mentally handicapped question? Get kicked out of the group chat!"

Yuan Jiawei asked: "Is Lu Shen sure this time?"

Zhuang Wenyao: "Aren't you talking nonsense?"

Zhang Ye was still unconvinced: "We're asking Lu Shinhwa, what's your business? Shut up!"

Zhuang Wenyao raised his fist to hit him: "Is it itchy? Look at me..."

Suddenly someone bumped his elbow, Lu Zhiheng winked at him.Zhuang Wenyao looked along and saw that it was the grade director, Boss Cao!After a brainstorm, the painting style changed suddenly: "I'll scrape and scrape for you!"

The boys tried their best not to laugh, and watched Boss Cao approaching: "Can you scrape? My neck has been hurting for the past two days, so why don't you scrape?"

Zhuang Wenyao smiled generously: "No problem! I guarantee that your meridians will be unblocked and all diseases will disappear!"

"Poverty." Boss Cao rolled his eyes at him, then looked at Lu Zhiheng, "Student Lu Zhiheng? Why are you eating with the plane... the aviation class in the first year of high school?"

Lu Zhiheng smiled politely, and just about to say something, Zhang Yeran shouted: "Teacher, we have a good relationship, brother!"

Lu Zhiheng could only smile and nod.

"That's it..." Boss Cao said to the others with staring eyes, "You guys, don't lead the senior down!"

Zhuang Wenyao interjected: "Teacher, don't worry, how can seniors be so easily influenced?"

Boss Cao rarely agreed with him: "It's true."

Turning to Lu Zhiheng, he said with a pleasant face, "Eat well, if you don't have enough, go to Auntie for more!"

"Okay, thank you teacher!" Lu Zhiheng waited for the teacher to leave, and asked Zhuang Wenyao in a low voice, "Do you know how to scrape?"

Zhuang Wenyao buried his head in cooking: "Know a hammer."

"puff……"

Zhang Yeran on the side was stunned: "When did Boss Cao treat us so kindly? It's really eye-opening..."

"That is, can we be the same as Lu Shen!" Yuan Jiawei was annoyed at Zhang Yeran, but immediately changed his flattering face when he turned to Lu Zhiheng, "Lu Shen, are you still coming to our class for the pep meeting for this exam?" ?”

Zhuang Wenyao kicked him vigorously: "God Lu has been busy for a week! There is also a sports meeting, do you have a conscience? Let him rest and study hard!"

When Yuan Jiawei heard this, he immediately slapped himself: "Oh, I was negligent! God Lu has worked hard, add chicken legs to God Lu!" He said and put the chicken legs on his dinner plate to Lu Zhiheng.

Seeing this, the others followed suit one after another: "God Lu will eat me!"

Lu Zhiheng watched helplessly that his dinner plate was piled up with dozens of chicken legs, he was speechless, speechless.

Yuan Jiawei yelled in dissatisfaction: "I have a bad stomach and can't eat, what are you doing?"

"What's wrong with you? You have an upset stomach?" Zhuang Wenyao asked immediately, "I have medicine..."

Yuan Jiawei shook his head indifferently: "It's nothing serious, it's an old problem. Just eat less."

Zhuang Wenyao nodded, and then shouted to everyone: "Did you hear that? You have something wrong too? Quickly clip it back! How can people eat like this..."

Everyone quickly carried out the order, took the chicken legs from Lu Zhiheng back to their bowls, bowed their heads and ate obediently.

Zhang Yeran suddenly burst out laughing, and looked at Zhuang Wenyao meaningfully.

Zhuang Wenyao glanced at him: "Well?"

Zhang Yeran suppressed a smile and said, "I think you are very much like that... the personal butler of the young master!"

Zhuang Wenyao was confused: "Huh? What's the mess?"

Zhang Yeran: "That's right! Look, Lu Shen has only said a few words since he sat down? You snatched them away!"

Zhuang Wenyao thought about it, it seemed that it was really the case, he raised his eyes to look at Lu Zhiheng, and stuck out his tongue.

"..." Lu Zhiheng laughed sourly, helplessly and speechless, he lightly kicked Zhuang Wenyao's foot under the table.

"..." Zhuang Wenyao kicked back.

On the surface, it is calm and calm, and it is a hardworking person.

Behind the scenes, the undercurrent is raging, childish pecking at elementary school chickens.