Brother Zhuo said he should study hard

Liao Zhuo walked into the classroom in a daze and lay down on the table.

Seeing his red eyes, Zhang Xuewei probably guessed something when he followed Leng Zhen into the classroom. He stood in front of his desk and patted his shoulder: "Zhuo, are you okay!"

Hearing the voice, Liao Zhuo raised his head, looked at Zhang Xuewei in front of him, and shook his head: "Very well, it's all right."

Xu Zhen also felt uncomfortable looking at it from the sidelines. He raised his head and met Zhang Xuewei's eyes, then lowered his head instantly, his ears turned red.

Zhang Xuewei was stunned, he and Xu Zhen hadn't spoken a word in reality yet, this...

Fuck, is this guy so pure?No way.

Xu Zhen despises himself, but he has never done this before, but as soon as he meets Zhang Xuewei, his heart beats faster, and he can't control it.

Zhang Xuewei looked at him like this, it was a little funny, it was the first time he experienced being liked by a boy, how to put it, it felt a little strange, there were many girls who wrote love letters to him, and he was not a young man who didn't know anything, but his mind was completely ignorant. It's not above falling in love, and he has no experience in falling in love, so the responsibility on his shoulders is not light.

Zhang Xuewei didn't take Xu Zhen seriously. In his opinion, as long as Xu Zhen didn't break the window paper with him, the two of them wouldn't have any big interaction.

Liao Zhuo felt really uncomfortable, he was really moved by Leng Zhen, but how should he make a decision now?To continue or to give up, how to continue?

After evening self-study, Liao Zhuo was still the latest to leave the classroom and return to the dormitory.

When he arrived at the dormitory, everyone was already in bed. Liao Zhuo glanced at Leng Zhen. Leng Zhen held his mobile phone and didn't know who he was chatting with. He kept his head down and didn't look at him.

Liao Zhuo went back to his bed, just sat down, the phone rang and looked, picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, Liao Zhuo didn't think much, he connected directly, pressed the speakerphone, bent over with one hand still answering the phone. shoelace.

"Hey!"

"Hi, I'm He Ming."

He Ming, Liao Zhuo was stunned, and it took him a long time to recall this person, the organizer of the last event.

"Hello there!"

"This Saturday, there is a competition in Peacock Mountain, with a prize money of 20. I would like to invite you to participate."

The sentence of 20 was stunned, and his eyes were straightened. What competition did Brother Zhuo participate in with a prize of 20?

Liao Zhuo stopped untying his shoelaces, and it took a long time before he replied, "I'll think about it." After speaking, he hung up the phone.

20 is a lot. With this 20, he can do a lot of things, pay off his bills, and cover his high school living expenses.

Leng Zhen stopped playing with his mobile phone, and looked up at him: "I advise you not to go, Peacock Mountain is not as simple as you imagined, it is not Xuyang Highway."

"Are you caring about me?" Liao Zhuo immediately raised his head and replied when he heard the voice.

In a word, Leng Zhen closed his eyes, covered his head with the quilt, he was talking too much.

There was a sarcastic smile on the corner of Liao Zhuo's mouth. He must have known that it was not easy. A bonus of 20 yuan would be more dangerous than [-] yuan.

Liao Zhuo wanted to smoke, but after searching for a long time, he found that there was no cigarette in his pocket. The school did not sell cigarettes.

Zhang Xuewei stared at Liao Zhuo for a long time: "Zhuo, I don't know when you learned how to drive." He heard that he was racing the last time he called, but he never took it seriously.

Liao Zhuo blinked: "I learned it in my dream."

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Seeing that he was unwilling to speak, Zhang Xuewei stopped asking.

Liao Zhuo took a bath and climbed into his cold bed. Zhang Xuewei called him, and Liao Zhuo shook his head. He couldn't rely on Zhang Xuewei all winter, so let him be cold, anyway, he's already used to it.

One night, Liao Zhuo didn't sleep much. The cold bed was too tormenting. He got up at five o'clock in the morning, and there was heavy snow outside. In this kind of weather, driving a car was just courting death. It was impossible for him to risk his life for money.

A military overcoat was warmer than any down jacket. Liao Zhuo laughed out loud as he stepped on the snow. God really knows how to joke. Why did they both have to be born again?Why.