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At 05:30 in the morning, it was already dawn.

Hwaseong estimated that the temperature in the room could be maintained until seven o'clock when he went to the classroom. He glanced at Li Fan who was still having a party with Zhou Gong, picked up the quilt that he had almost dropped to the floor and put it back on the bed, turned off the air conditioner again, and went for a walk. Go to the playground below the dormitory.

Hwaseong has the habit of jogging every morning.

05:30, it’s not too early for the people of No. [-] Middle School in City A. There are already a few scattered people on the side of the playground memorizing books, and there are a few sitting on the grass of the football field. Huacheng wears headphones and walks around Running on the playground, the earphones are the listening materials in a certain textbook.

When he returned to the dormitory, took a brief shower in the bathroom, changed into his summer school uniform and walked out, he found that Li Fan was still sleeping. Seeing that he fumbled a few times with his hands at random, but after failing, he seemed to fall asleep again in that position.

Hwaseong picked up the phone on the desk and looked at it, it was 6:23 in the morning.

If that person sleeps until 7 o'clock, probably there is no such thing as breakfast.

Very good, he sat down, took out yesterday's book from the shelf, opened it and read it.

In "The Chronicle of the Unusual Bird", Hwaseong saw the clip of flaying human skin and confessing, and got goosebumps all over his body.

"Isn't it 6:[-]?!!!"

"Yes or no?!!!"

Hwaseong was suddenly shaken subconsciously by two loud roars, and couldn't help but take a breath.

He turned his head and looked back, and saw Li Fan sitting up with a chicken nest on his head, holding an alarm clock in his hand, and muttered to himself: "Fortunately, the biological clock is still there. I knew it was 6:[-]!"

Hwaseong: "..."

He let out the breath that was almost stagnant when he was so violently pumped up just now, he picked his peach blossom eyes, and couldn't help laughing: "You are quite powerful."

"Disrespect, disrespect, hahaha!" Li Fan jumped out of bed, picked up the quilt on the floor and threw it on the bed.

Maybe it was because he saw that the quilt on the bed next door was folded too neatly. He was a little embarrassed. He pulled the quilt again, shook it, turned it up and down, left and right, and barely folded the quilt into a rotten tofu shape with long hair. Without even looking at it, I stuffed the "folded" quilt under the pillow.

Then, he took out the summer school uniform from the closet, rushed to the balcony to wash and change clothes, and when he left, he said: "Wait for me!! It will definitely be done in 5 minutes!"

Huacheng suddenly turned on the countdown on the phone with great interest, and pressed it for 5 minutes. He picked up the bookmark and inserted it on the book, put the book back on the shelf, stared at the crazy changing numbers on the phone, and moved his fingers rhythmically. Tap on the desktop.

As if if he didn't get out in 5 minutes, he could be given a small punishment.

When there were more than 30 seconds left, an arm stretched out from behind, crossed Huacheng's shoulder, and put it on it. The body seemed to have no bones, bent over, and the weight of the whole person was pressed on Huacheng's shoulder: "What, Xueba , give me the time?"

Immediately, Hwaseong smelled the toothpaste on the top of his head: classic green tea, no surprises or joys: "It's up to you, you're welcome, let's go," he said and stood up: "Eat breakfast."

"Hey, I found that you are half a head taller than me, are you 183 or 185?" Huacheng stood up, and Li Fan found that his hand on the opponent's shoulder was forced to be higher than his shoulder, which was very awkward.

"I didn't measure it," Hwaseong raised his hand and pushed his out-of-bounds paw down: "It's a little taller than you by visual inspection."

Li Fan's paw that was thrown down raised up restlessly, and patted him heavily on the shoulder: "You can, I used to be the tallest in our class!"

Hwaseong doesn't like interacting with people very much, not only because he finds it annoying, but also because he knows that his sexual orientation is male. Under this premise, it is natural for him to hook up with boys in his class. The only reaction is to resist, which means "men and women can't get along with each other".

When I went to the canteen, it was already past 40:[-], and the popular breakfast in the canteen had already been eaten by most of the students who got up after [-] o'clock in the No. [-] Middle School in City A. Those who came late, such as Huacheng and Li Fan , you can only choose from white porridge and steamed buns.

Hwaseong ordered a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun. He and Li Fan sat opposite each other on the table in the dining hall. He took a sip of the porridge to moisten his throat, then tore off the paper on the steamed bun, and began to bite the steamed bun.

Compared to Hwaseong's slow pace, Li Fan can be regarded as a wolf, and he is not to blame. He took three big buns and a bowl of porridge. If he didn't eat quickly, he might not be able to catch up with his morning reading.

Both of them maintained a tacit understanding of "eating without speaking". For a moment, Hwaseong felt that it was not so difficult to have breakfast with Li Fan, because the other party only cared about eating and did not grow a second mouth to speak at all. Fortunately.

Just as he was thinking this way, Li Fan's spoon reached into his bowl unexpectedly, took a few peanuts and sent them to his mouth.

Sensing Hwaseong's gaze looking at him, Li Fan raised his head and smiled at Hwaseong: "I'll try it, you want pickled cabbage with me." Then he lowered his head and started to drink his bowl of porridge contentedly.

Hwaseong's hand holding the spoon paused, he frowned slightly, then looked at Li Fan again, struggled for a while, but still couldn't pass the hurdle in his heart, he gently put down the spoon.

After Li Fan finished the bowl of porridge, he found Huacheng staring at him motionless for an unknown period of time. He was stunned for a moment, and then he found that there was no white porridge on Huacheng's table that night, and he suddenly realized.

"You can't even drink this, can you? With such a small appetite, how did you grow so tall?"

Hwaseong: "..."

It was a wonderful misunderstanding.

"You don't drink anymore?"

"……full."

"It's shameful to waste food, Xueba, let me help you."

Huacheng stretched out his hand to refuse, but just as he moved, Li Fan took the bowl of porridge and drank it with lightning speed.

When you meet someone who is active, you are always so caught off guard.

Hwaseong cleared his throat, and deeply criticized himself who just thought that "it's not so difficult to have breakfast with Li Fan".

In the second year of high school, the division of arts and sciences also reassigned the teachers of each class. If there are no special circumstances, these teachers will go to the third year of high school with the whole class.

Sure enough, the classroom was full of discussions, like a pot exploded, some people looked calm, and some people patted their books, looking cynical. When Li Fan walked in, he vaguely heard something like "mustache", "big man Devil", he threw a sentence into the crowd relying on his height.

"What big devil with a mustache?"

After someone listened, they immediately explained with great interest. Hwaseong was blocked in the aisle and was forced to stand aside. Various voices were forced into their ears. Those students spoke very slickly. all over.

"Mustache doesn't know him? He's the new head teacher of our class. It's rumored that he likes to make tea in the office. He occasionally invites a few classmates to drink. The heaviest punishment for students is a ruler. He's a fat old man. Don't be afraid at all! "

"But the big devil is not easy to deal with. One of the three big devils in the school. Fortunately, our class only takes up English. All kinds of torture, English class, you have to be careful, who knows when you will be beaten and scolded It won't be my turn, you think?"

After the man finished speaking, he asked for his approval. Of course, all kinds of voices of approval exploded from the crowd, and Li Fan hurriedly pushed Huacheng away amidst the commotion.

Years are unfavorable, and Li Fan feels that he will not have a good time in the past two years when he meets the big devil who teaches English.

Contrary to the noisy environment, Li Fan, who was walking towards the back row of the classroom, shook his head to observe the situation in the classroom, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a quiet natural curly hairy hair in the third row, and he immediately ran away, He walked up quickly, rubbed his head heavily, and shouted behind the man: "Xu Meng!"

The person named Xu Meng was obviously taken aback. He sat up and turned his head. Seeing the person coming, he breathed a sigh of relief. She smiled shyly.

"So you are also in this class." Li Fan put one hand in his pocket, casually put an arm on Xu Meng's shoulder, and pointed to the podium: "How about it, why don't you sit in the first row and sit here to watch To the blackboard?"

Xu Meng shrank his neck and said with a smile, "I just changed my glasses during the summer vacation."

Hwaseong, who was left halfway, found an empty seat in the last row and sat down. He stuffed his schoolbag into the drawer. He looked at his watch. It was already past 40:[-], which was long past the start of morning reading, but the teacher had not yet Come on, it's probably because the start of school has been delayed by chores.

The class was still in a mess, Huacheng took out a tissue and wiped the table, walked over to throw away the trash, and then went back to his seat and fell asleep on his stomach, noisy, very noisy, very noisy.

I don't know when, the surrounding gradually quieted down, but there were still noises, Huacheng raised his head and loosened his arms.

He saw an old man in his 50s standing at the door, looking deeply around the classroom without saying a word. The old man was slightly fat, not tall, probably not even 1.7 meters tall, and his complexion was very fair. Black goatee, holding a paper fan in his right hand to fan the wind vainly.

It must be the fat old man with the "mustache" just mentioned?

At this time, someone leaned close to his ear and whispered something: "Did you accept the bed, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Hwaseong subconsciously shrank away from the horrified sounding body and the ensuing hot wind blowing on his ears, then turned his gaze to the side, and immediately saw the enlarged version of Li Fan's silly face and the familiar free-for-nothing smile.

It seems that someone has automatically become his deskmate, Huacheng was a little speechless at that moment, and it felt like a thousand words were too much.

"Slept well, thank you for your concern, and—" He pushed Li Fan's shoulder with his fingers to help Li Fan "right", then turned sideways, perfectly concealing his little discomfort, and politely said Li Fan's ear said: "Student, don't get so close suddenly from time to time, I will be scared, thank you."

Li Fan was taken aback for a moment, then shrugged his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes, nodded three times and smiled at him strangely.

It's rare for Hwaseong to comprehend it dully. Are you laughing at him for being so easily scared?Hwaseong quickly thought about where his wording was wrong, so that he was repeatedly misinterpreted by the same person in a short period of time, and how he could improve in the future.

Wait... the same person?That's the problem with that person, Hwaseong has nothing to do with him.

"Students, I will be your class teacher for the past two years. My name is Kong Lin." A hoarse voice came from the podium.

The old man who stood silent at the door just now is now standing on the podium. He slowly turned his slightly fat body and wrote "Kong Lin" with great force on the spotless blackboard. , and then slowly turned back: "Confucius's hole, Yushu facing the wind."

Hwaseong heard a brief low laugh from his deskmate, and the people on the podium were still talking with paper fans.

"Students will be sophomore students from today onwards. Ha, sophomore year, it is very different from the first year of high school. The second year of high school is divided into subjects, and the students who were partial to the subjects before will try their best to catch up. The second year of high school is equivalent to one and a half years of high school. If you want to keep your seats in the top class, you have to completely get rid of the bad habit of cramming..."

It’s all these things after all, but it’s different from the class teacher in the first year of high school who said that he was going to die tomorrow, this “mustache” seemed to be slowed down by someone, no matter in his actions or words. Like the lens, it is a good hypnotic artifact.

Coupled with Qiu Wei, he wanted to save face in the first class, but Li Fan's upper and lower eyelids couldn't hold on, and began to fight and fight endlessly, and almost came into intimate contact with the table several times.

When he forced himself to wake up several times, he scanned Huacheng from the corner of his eye, only to find that the man was sitting upright all the time. He had to believe that the body structure of Xueba and ordinary people might really be different.

Finally, when the get out of class was over, when the bell rang, Li Fan's upper and lower eyelids and brain seemed to have heard the call for a truce.

He saw Xu Meng walking towards him, tapped his shoulder, and said something softly, but he couldn't hear it clearly, because there was a loud roar coming from the innermost corner of the last row of the classroom: "Little Plum! Evening! Stadium! Date?"

It's called Xiao Lizi... Li Fan looked over, and it really was Zhou Dazheng, a big bastard, sitting on a chair one meter away from the table, playing with a basketball.

"Okay, you occupy the space!" Li Fan replied to him, then turned around and asked Xu Meng who was still standing beside him, "What did you say just now?"

"It's nothing, I just want to ask you, do you know which class Ye Xihe is in?"