Fall in love with summer flamingos

When Gu Shiye came to the classroom with his schoolbag, Su Yangxia and Meng Zhao had not arrived yet. He met the gaze of a classmate, and the boy smiled at him.

Good morning, Gu Shiye. The male classmate greeted him politely.

He felt a little strange. He hadn't spoken to anyone else except Su Yang and Xia Mengzhao in the past month, and he had no impression of this male classmate at all. He replied politely.

Good morning.

He sat down, took out his textbook first, and then took out the breakfast he brought from home from his schoolbag: two brown sugar buns and a boiled egg.

The nutritionist would come to his house at 6:30 every day to make breakfast for him. If she prepared too much, he would ask her to take it home and eat it himself. Today, after he finished eating, he directly took a plastic wrap bag and stuffed the unfinished breakfast into his schoolbag.

Auntie looked at him doubtfully.

A few days ago, I accidentally overheard Meng Zhao and Su Yangxia chatting, and I found out that he didn't seem to have the habit of eating breakfast. Sometimes during class, he would hold his stomach from time to time, and I didn't know if he had stomach discomfort.

He stood up and stuffed the breakfast into Su Yangxia's desk pocket.

At this time, the classmate just now called him again.

Gu Shiye.

Yes. Is there anything wrong? Gu Shiye asked

The male classmate pointed to his desk pocket and said, "Look, there's a letter for you."

He lowered his head and dragged out his schoolbag. A sky-blue envelope fell to the ground. There was a small red heart on the seal. He bent down to pick it up, turned it over and read the words on the cover: "To Gu Shiye"

Out of politeness, he put the envelope in his schoolbag. At this time, Su Yangxia and Meng Zhao also swaggered into the classroom. The two of them looked like they had just come back from a fight, with their chins raised and smiles on their faces.

The man in front of him lowered his head and was about to put his schoolbag into the desk pocket when he saw the things inside. He took them out and looked at them for several seconds.

"Eh?" Breakfast, who gave it to me, Ma Yuan? He looked at his deskmate's pocket, but he hadn't arrived yet.

Meng Zhao lazily said good morning to Gu Shiye. Seeing Su Yangxia holding something and looking at it, he leaned in to take a look.

"Wow, brother, breakfast" Who gave it to you? Meng Zhao asked in confusion

Su Yangxia shook her head and said, "I feel like it's the snail girl."

Gu Shiye looked at them expressionlessly and said something that was out of character: "Why aren't you talking about Mr. Tianluo?"

The two looked at each other and burst out laughing at the same time. Su Yangxia pointed at the breakfast in her hand and looked at him, "You are not Mr. Snail, are you?"

"Yes," he answered honestly, then looked at Su Yangxia and said, "Eat quickly, class will start soon.

Meng Zhao felt that he was being ignored. He pointed at himself with his index fingers and made a sound of "I, I, I". Gu Shiye glanced at him and explained lightly.

“You eat it at home.”

Meng Zhao pretended to be disappointed, curled his lips, spread his hands and said indifferently, "Okay, you know it now."

The bell rang, and the head teacher walked in with textbooks and a stack of test papers, clattering on her high heels. She glanced under the podium and saw Su Yangxia, whose mouth was like a hamster, and rolled her eyes at him. She pushed her black-framed glasses, called out the names of several students, asked them to pass down their monthly test papers, and suddenly notified them that the exam would be held today.

The National Day holiday is next week, and the school leaders held an impromptu meeting to make a decision.

The news came so suddenly that the students sighed reluctantly.

Why is there a test today, teacher?

That’s right, teacher, we thought we would take the test after school starts.

We are not ready, teacher.

The students were talking at once, and the head teacher patted the table and said, "Quiet." She said with a serious face, "The examination hall is like a battlefield. If you don't work hard normally, what's the point of cramming at the last minute? This time, let's treat it as a test of your ability to perform on the spot. The school made this decision temporarily in the hope that everyone can have a peaceful holiday, spend time with their parents, and go for a walk with their parents." Then she told the monitor to collect all the mobile phones.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

After all the papers were handed in, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Some said confidently that it was easy, some said it was too difficult with a frown, and some didn't care whether the result was good or bad.