After swapping bodies with the deadly enemy

Before Guan Zhe remembered to rinse off the toothpaste froth around his mouth, he threw away the toothbrush, took out his phone, took a photo, and posted it on the anonymous forum dedicated to No. [-] Middle School's campus network.

In the photo, there are the backs of two tall teenagers of similar height, each of them is pulling a suitcase, and the voice-activated lights in the corridor of the dormitory stretch out the shadows they cast, which is quite literary and artistic.

10 minutes later, this post exploded.

However, for Chen Yueyang and Shen Shicang, they don't have time to browse the forums at all.

They need to explore a more important issue: bathing.

After Shen Shicang took a shower, he saw that Chen Yueyang who had just brushed his teeth and washed his face had already fallen asleep.

He walked over without hesitation and shook him awake.

Shen Shicang: "Go take a bath."

Chen Yueyang, who had just taken a shower before leaving home, looked at Shen Shicang with low air pressure and a dark face, and felt his fists itchy.

Chen Yueyang squinted his eyes and was so annoyed to death when he was woken up, he said angrily: "I took a shower before going out, and I have been tossing and tossing for so long tonight, what do you wash, go to bed quickly." After speaking, he fell back bed.

Shen Shicang persistently pulled him up, and repeated: "Take a bath."

"...Fuck you! I'm going to be exhausted today, you're sick, you're always going on and on about everything."

"Sleep without washing, don't you feel sick?"

"How can anyone take a bath every day, you must be sick."

"You should take a shower every day."

……

#On the regional generation gap between southerners and northerners about bathing#

Chen Yueyang was forced to be helpless by him, facing the face that he could only see in the mirror on weekdays, he couldn't stop beating him hard no matter what.

So, he had no choice but to get up from the bed, hung his head so sleepy, and took a shower.

The reason why Chen Yueyang and Shen Shicang didn't like each other was that apart from the incompatible hardware attributes of the school bully and the school bully, there was another very important reason, and that was the generation gap between the north and the south.

Chen Yueyang is a man from Beijing who was born under the red flag and grew up in the great imperial capital, while Shen Shicang is a Hongkonger who returned to the embrace of the mainland after Gao Yi.

You dislike my soybean juice, and I dislike your sweet bean curd.

You diss my American pronunciation is not elegant enough, I diss your Cockney accent is a legacy of colonialism.

Although everyone is Chinese, there are many generation gaps that cannot be bridged by the same nationality.

As for this generation gap, the two experienced it thoroughly during breakfast the next morning.

Chen Yueyang watched Shen Shicang take another full spoonful of sugar, and couldn't help but interrupt him: "You're almost done, this is the third spoonful, why didn't you kill you?"

Shen Shicang looked sideways, the amorous eyes that belonged to Chen Yueyang in the past seemed to be covered with a layer of frost at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Yueyang heard him say: "You added mustard and green onion."

Chen Yueyang wondered: "What's wrong with adding mustard and green onion?"

Shen Shicang: "You're salty to death."

Chen Yueyang: ...? ? ?

Chen Yueyang, who was inexplicably stunned, was a little unhappy. He followed behind Shen Shicang, then sat opposite him, tapped the spoon in the other's hand with his chopsticks, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Come on, tell me, it's early morning! Why are you so angry?"

Shen Shicang: "Don't use my body to eat those strange things."

Chen Yueyang: "I should be the one who told you this, right? Do you eat tofu curd with sugar? Can you still eat it?"

Shen Shicang: "...."

It's true that summer insects can't speak ice.

Shen Shicang didn't choose to continue debating with him #豆花应该甜的或吃咲草的# This proposition sounded like the debate would not yield a result, but finished breakfast at the usual speed.

No. [-] Middle School occupies a large area. It was expanded in the past few years and even crossed a main street. The side building is for science, the west building is for arts, and the middle is a plastic track and playground.

With the rise of new hot industries such as new media, communication, editing and directing, and advertising, the slogan of "learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well and travel all over the world" has become history. Today, the weight of arts and sciences has gradually equalized, so The number of liberal arts and science classes in No. [-] Middle School is equal.

After the two confirmed each other's class, they parted ways through the closed bridge corridor across the street, one went east and the other went west.

As soon as Shen Shicang entered the classroom, he was stunned by the scene inside.

There are 24 classes in the third grade, 1 in science and [-] in arts, which are divided by numbers and letters according to their grades. For example, Class [-] of Senior Three is the best class in liberal arts, while Class A of Senior Three is the best class in Science .

Chen Yueyang's class is Class 12 of the third year of high school with the worst average score.

The most powerful second-generation children in the entire Beijing city are gathered here, and no one dares to take care of them, let alone mess with them.

Shen Shicang originally thought that this class would be like the class of poor students in some Taiwanese idol dramas, with graffiti on the walls, playing cards, paper planes flying around, and the new teacher standing trembling on the podium...

However, these are nonexistent.

Class 12, Senior Three, has white as new walls, spotless floors, neatly arranged tables and chairs, and the sound of reading aloud in the morning self-study.

It's just that the sound of reading is a little... strange.

"We are different from those low-level bad boys from other schools!"

"We are delinquent teenagers who conform to the core values ​​of socialism!"

"With bad girls!"

"Sleep in class without snoring!"

"Climb over the wall and skip class, you can't be caught!"

"Be low-key and high-key positive energy!"

"Students who will never affect their studies!"

……

Shen Shicang: ...

Shen Shicang stood at the door of the classroom of Class 12 of Senior Three, listening to the students in the room chanting these things with bright faces, his expression suddenly became extremely complicated.

At this time, Guan Zhe, who was standing at the door, saw him sharply.

Guan Zhe: "Boss is here!"

Shen Shicang walked into the classroom under the hot and submissive eyes of the whole class.

He carefully looked around, trying to find Chen Yueyang's seat, but Song Mingyan directly moved Chen Yueyang's chair to the podium.

Song Mingyan: "Boss, please sit down!"

Shen Shicang: ...Chen Yueyang, the people in your class are really amazing.

It was his first time in class [-], and because he and Chen Yueyang didn't have a good relationship, before they parted ways, the two of them didn't talk much, so that Shen Shicang knew very little about the situation in class [-], so now he can only talk to each other by himself. Slowly guessing and walking.

Shen Shicang sat on the podium facing Song Mingyan's gaze.

In fact, this is considered normal. He is the monitor in Class A, and he usually sits on the podium for morning self-study.

However, as soon as Shen Shicang sat down, the development of the matter was abnormal.

Lu Jiping respectfully placed a hard shell paper cup in front of Shen Shicang.

It seemed to be a cup of hot drink, even with the lid on, you could faintly see steam coming out of the gap.

Shen Shicang raised his eyebrows, showing a puzzled expression.

Lu Jiping quickly replied: "Boss, this is the soybean juice you ask for every morning."

Shen Shicang: ...

Shen Shicang: "Take it away."

Song Mingyan was a shrewd person. Seeing that his face was not right, he quickly removed the glass of soybean juice and stuffed it into Lu Jiping's hand: "Take it away, the boss doesn't want to drink it."

Lu Jiping nodded without hesitation, thinking that he had eaten too much breakfast and couldn't drink, so he said, "Then I'll drink it myself."

Shen Shicang hurriedly stopped and said, "Don't open the lid."

The smell of this stuff is really terrible, he can't bear it at all.

However, if you just throw it away, it would be too much of a waste of food.

Therefore, Shen Shicang said to Lu Jiping: "Please send you to Class A for...Shen Shicang, thank you for your hard work."

Lu Jiping: ...? ? ? ! ! !

What did the boss say to him? "please"? "Thanks a lot"? ? ?

No, no, this is not the point, the point is why Shen Shicang again? !

Not only Lu Jiping, but other students sitting in the classroom all had "WTF" expressions on their faces after hearing this sentence.

Everyone invariably remembered the post on the anonymous forum last night.

Topic: I seem to be hallucinating...the two soul figures in No. [-] middle school are so crazy_(:з」∠)_

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Floor 0: The landlord who ran through [-] muddy horses in his heart

Don’t say anything, just put a picture, you guys, I can’t be blind alone [manual goodbye]

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The first replies were all pure emotions like "...", "???" or "!!!", but as time went on, two completely different forces appeared in the post, and they started to go crazy Tear each other X.

One is the school of academic bullies represented by top students, such as the netizen on the 179th floor who "hit the wall for Senior Shen".

The representative views are as follows——

The big pride of our Class A, Senior Shen, is usually a gentle and polite persona, so what can such a pixelated dog picture show?It's just that senior Shen just helped Chen Yueyang regardless of the previous suspicions. What's the point of the school's bullying party climax!Our senior Shen gets three honors every year, is the first in every exam, and is the chairman of the student union. He has nothing to do with a high school cancer like Chen Yueyang. A kind-hearted little effort can be smashed, how shameless?

The other group is the school bullying faction represented by special students and self-financed students, such as the netizen on the 212th floor, "Yizhong is a fan of brains."

The representative views are as follows——

Xueba party really has a face bigger than a footbath. What is your family background, Senior Shen, and you don’t know 123 in your mind?Relying on scholarships and winning prizes from various competitions all day long, he was so poor that he died.Our boss is a person who has a mine in his family, and his grades are not in vain, okay? First in the whole grade of liberal arts, let's find out, how is it different from Shen Shicang?And he led our school's basketball team to win the championship for two years in a row, which is much better than the president of the student union who doesn't know what he is doing every day!

……

All of these are probably just the back and forth of the wheels of the car.

Holding the soybean juice, Lu Jiping flipped through the posts on his phone. He didn't expect that Guan Zhe's random photo last night would cause such a big commotion.

He looked at the thing in his hand, and thought about the person who wanted to hand it over to him. The young man with a strong mind and simple limbs felt that thinking was such a difficult thing for the first time.

Lu Jiping traversed the entire playground, climbed three more flights of stairs, and finally arrived at the classroom door of Class A of Senior Three.

The learning atmosphere in Class A is completely different from that of Class 12. There is no sound at all in the morning self-study, as if even the sound of a needle falling on the ground can be heard.

Lu Jiping held the bean juice, pushed open the door vigorously, and walked into Class A with an expression that anyone who saw it would want to kneel down and hand over the wallet.

Then, he strode towards Shen Shicang's direction, and put the cup of hot drink on the other's table.

Lu Jiping: "Our boss will give you breakfast."

All the students in Class A of the third year of high school: ... What the hell? ? ?