I was pressed to the ground to eat Amway

on Monday.

The eternal depressing curse of students.

In the classroom, Wang Fei held a chicken roll sold in the school pastry room but didn't eat it, and was still spitting and talking: "If I don't have to go to school, I can definitely live a few more years in peace of mind! "

Wang Keming just lay on the table and listened to their chat, with a look of lack of interest.

First he had an extremely tormenting Friday, and then he had an extremely boring weekend.

Wang Keming was so bored that he didn't even have the motivation to copy homework.

Wang Keming looked at the empty seat on his left.

Shen Qingchuan hasn't come yet.

Ten minutes ago, Wang Keming and Shen Qingchuan were at the entrance of the cafeteria, and they were pushed away by a crowd as dense as a school of sardines.

Wang Keming thought, no matter what, once Shen Qingchuan couldn't find him, Shen Qingchuan would definitely realize immediately that he had returned to the classroom.

Therefore, when Wang Keming turned around but couldn't find Shen Qingchuan, he turned his head decisively and went back to the classroom.

There's nothing wrong with that in itself, and it could even be said to be extremely clever.

But the problem is, Wang Keming and others are back, but he hasn't had breakfast yet!

Wang Keming was not sure that Shen Qingchuan could guess the fact that he hadn't had breakfast, and then kindly bring him back breakfast.

It's dying.

The first class is an information technology teacher who loves to procrastinate. After the first class is over, Wang Keming has absolutely no time to go to the pastry room or the small shop to buy breakfast.

This means that Wang Keming may have to go through a morning self-study and two cultural classes hungry.

"Fuck."

Wang Keming cursed and scratched his head.

"Wang Keming, what's wrong with you?" Li Ang asked in the front row.

Even though he had experienced the sudden beating by Shen Qingchuan, basically all the boys in the class were walking around Shen Qingchuan.

But Shen Qingchuan was just Shen Qingchuan after all, and Wang Keming was still Wang Keming.

They isolated Shen Qingchuan, not Wang Keming.

Wang Keming replied weakly: "It's nothing, it's just that I didn't eat breakfast today."

"Ah?" Zhao Yue, who was collecting homework, heard this sentence, raised her head in surprise, and looked at Wang Keming: "You didn't eat breakfast?"

"……Um."

Wang Keming, who didn't know why Zhao Yue said it so loudly, nodded in a daze.

This time, all the girls in the class exploded.

"How can I skip breakfast? There are still 5 minutes before the start of morning self-study. Otherwise, if you rush down to buy it now, you may still have time."

The person who said this was Xu Yi who had lent Shen Qingchuan his math homework before and copied it.

"The pastry room and the small shop are still full of people at this point. If you come up later, you must be late."

Song Jiaqi overturned Xu Yi's suggestion without hesitation.

Then, she pointed to Wang Fei who was holding the chicken roll: "Why don't you divide the chicken roll into Wang Keming's half, anyway, you are so fat, and you just ate a bowl of fried vermicelli."

Song Jiaqi's words were the explosives that could trigger Wang Feilei's point. Wang Keming didn't know where to solve this innocent disaster.

Forget it, stop talking, let the two of them argue by themselves.

Anyway.

It was a certainty that Wang Fei would bear a grudge against him.

Human nature, the common sense of life.

Sure enough, Wang Fei pointed at Wang Keming and Song Jiaqi quarreled: "Why is my breakfast..."

……

This is a real headache.

Wang Keming raised his left hand and rubbed his left temple, and said impatiently, "Fuck me."

"Are you two arguing? Did you read it earlier?"

This may be the first time Wang Keming has lost his temper since he was in high school. His face is full of irritability that he can violently hit someone at any time.

Now his face has the same indifference and alienation as Shen Qingchuan.

It seemed that as long as he was given a brick, Wang Keming would pick it up and call it on the faces of these two people.

So Wang Fei and Song Jiaqi quietly shut up this time.

I don't know who is talking too much and muttered in a low voice in the awkward classroom at the moment: "Wang Keming really looks more and more like Shen Qingchuan now."

It was like a drop of water dropped into a frying pan, causing everyone's thoughts to churn.

"Who the hell wants you to judge me, huh?!"

Although Wang Keming always claimed to be physically useless, and usually acted like a waste of nothing but face, but to be honest, all of these were only relative to Shen Qingchuan.

Anyway, Wang Keming is also a 1.7-meter-eight man.

To be honest, Wang Keming was never afraid of fighting.

The class was silent for a moment, and only a few girls who were far away from Wang Keming were whispering gossip with their mouths pouting.

It was at this time that the representative of the Chinese class, who had been sitting quietly in his seat, walked up to the podium with his book.

"Students, please take out the textbooks of Chinese Compulsory One and read "Qinyuanchun Changsha" with me, and get ready!"

The crowd surrounding Wang Keming's seat just now dispersed.

And Wang Keming fell down on the table as if he had lost all strength for a moment.

He turned his head and glanced at the empty seat on the left, Shen Qingchuan hadn't come back yet.

What is this situation?

The pastry room is so crowded that even Shen Qingchuan can't get out?

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Shen Qingchuan didn't show up for the whole morning self-study.

This in itself is a very unreasonable thing.

There are two characteristics that Shen Qingchuan distinguishes most from those school leaders:

One is that his grades are super good, because he likes to study very much.

The second is that he is indifferent to everything, in other words, he doesn't care about anything.

If there were no these two traits, then Shen Qingchuan would actually be similar to ordinary, handsome, rich family leaders.

That's why Wang Keming was particularly worried about Shen Qingchuan's current situation.

Shen Qingchuan actually skipped the early morning self-study one day?

What happened to him today?

Or, what happened to him?

As soon as the bell rang for the end of morning self-study, Wang Keming rushed out of the classroom like an arrow that left the string.

Wang Keming went straight to the pastry room.

Not only for his hungry stomach, but also for Shen Qingchuan who suddenly disappeared out of curiosity.

where did he go

The classrooms of Grade [-] and [-] are on the third floor of No. [-] teaching building, while the pastry room and small shop in the canteen are in a separate building opposite No. [-] building.

It stands to reason that this design should be very friendly to the freshmen in Building No. [-], but in fact it is not.

Although the seniors in the second and third grades are far away, they run fast!

So in fact, this design did not improve the treatment of the first graders, but instead made them suffer from the hatred of the seniors for a year.

And in the next year, they will hate the next year of high school again.

Wang Keming held on to the handrail of the stairs, turned left and right and arrived at the pastry room on the second floor of the cafeteria.

He ran the fastest, and there were only two other uncles in charge of the cashier in the West Point room.

Where did Shen Qingchuan go?

After Wang Keming bought a sandwich and yogurt combo, he went downstairs absent-mindedly.

The dormitory has been closed long ago, and the shop will open only in the morning, noon and evening.

There was not even half a person in the West Point room.

Could it be in the teacher's office?

This is Wang Keming's most likely guess so far.

Anyway, no matter what, Shen Qingchuan is always on campus.

Thinking of this, Wang Keming felt that he seemed to have motivation again.

The playground is next to the cafeteria and Building No. [-], and there is a small bamboo forest planted by the principal beyond the playground.

It was a good place for the white pigeons hovering over the teaching building for many years. Wang Keming usually took Shen Qingchuan to accompany him to feed the pigeons once he was free at noon.

There was only 10 minutes to finish self-study in the morning, but this time Wang Keming wanted to go to the small bamboo forest very strangely.

It was as if there was a villain in his heart, tirelessly repeating in his ear: "Shen Qingchuan is there, he must be there."

This premonition came so unprovoked and yet so strong.

Even Wang Keming had the urge to implement it.

I looked at the electronic clock hanging in the corridor on the first floor: 7:36, 4 minutes before class time.

Wang Keming became ruthless immediately, if you are late, be late!

He grabbed the sandwich and ran towards the small bamboo forest.

Wang Keming was afraid that Shen Qingchuan would be entangled by the two junior high school punks he met after the last physical education class.

Although, Wang Keming knew very well that once this kind of thing happened to him, he would be useless at all, and would very likely lower Shen Qingchuan's combat effectiveness.

But he was just worried.

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With the ringing of the class bell, Wang Keming finally ran to the small bamboo forest in small steps.

The voice in his heart did not disappoint Wang Keming.

Sure enough, Wang Keming met Shen Qingchuan here.

only……

Shen Qingchuan wasn't unlucky at all, this was an affair for him.

The tall and straight green bamboo became the best barrier to block Wang Keming, and the pigeons flapping their wings and scurrying in the bamboo forest were the culprit of the noise.

Through this layer of bamboo, a girl with her back to Wang Keming was on her toes, kissing the corner of Shen Qingchuan's mouth.

This girl seemed a bit short, Shen Qingchuan was 1.8 meters [-] in height, she not only had to stand on her toes, but also struggled to hug Shen Qingchuan's neck to kiss Shen Qingchuan.

It is precisely because of the ingenious angle that Wang Keming's position can just see the expression on Shen Qingchuan's face clearly.

Shen Qingchuan's handsome face was dazed and at a loss.

The shadow of the bamboo cut by the sun perfectly covered his obsidian-like eyes.

But this does not prevent Wang Keming from trying to guess what the girl in Shen Qingchuan's eyes looks like at this moment.

shy?

bold?

Since she dared to chase after Shen Qingchuan, a well-known high mountain flower, it seems that she must be very confident in her appearance and figure.

Then she must be beautiful too.

What about Shen Qingchuan?

What was he thinking about?

Excited?

Still the same shyness?

Wang Keming, who had neither eaten breakfast nor finished eating the sandwich in his hand, felt his stomach acid churning lonely in his stomach.

Life, reality.

I already knew how popular Shen Qingchuan was, so...

Don't repeat such cruel scenes in front of me, and then tell me the truth again and again.

I already knew the truth.

Wang Keming was filled with emotion.

But before Wang Keming finished feeling sorry for himself, he saw a scene that was enough to shock the eyeballs again.

Shen Qingchuan, a straight man in science who doesn't understand his style, actually pushed away this girl who mustered up the courage to kiss him forcefully.

Because of the shaking of Shen Qingchuan's movements, the silhouette of the bamboo leaf no longer blocked Shen Qingchuan's eyes.

This time, Wang Keming finally saw the expression in Shen Qingchuan's eyes clearly.

Not shy, not excited.

His eyes still had that mesmerizing desolation.

In his eyes, the reflected shadow is not the girl, but...

"Wang Keming, why are you here?"

The author has something to say:

I feel that I am still not suitable for this calm style of writing...

During the whole process of coding, I was thinking of some strange things.

such as

xxx: "xx, you are under me!"

xx was overjoyed: "There is such a good thing in the world?!"

Sunshine straight male Gong X is full of flirtatious words and suffers... something.