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At the end of the summer vacation, Yu Zhou came to school and squeezed to the bulletin board to see which class he was in.Sweeping the past line by line, his eyes stopped on the high (five) class.

He calculated, there are four classrooms on the first floor, and the first one is Class One, so he is the leftmost classroom on the second floor.

When Yu Zhou came near his classroom, he saw a middle-aged female teacher standing on the podium, and the classroom was not full yet.

He walked in through the back door and was about to take a random seat when the female teacher suddenly shouted to him: "Hey, don't sit around! Just sit in the third row!" He followed the teacher's hand and looked over. There is only one vacant seat in the third row.

He walked over to put down his schoolbag, and there was a boy next to him.

Yu Zhou didn't look at him, his eyes were always on the desk.

He felt that his deskmate looked at him a few times, so Yu Zhou turned his head slightly to the other side, pretending to be looking at the head teacher.

"...Student, have I met you?" It was a very clear and pleasant boyish voice.

Yu Zhou glanced at him and was about to answer, but felt that this person looked familiar.He stared at him blankly for a few seconds.This person's facial features are pretty, his complexion is fair, and he has canine teeth when he smiles.

With the unique publicity and delicacy of teenagers.

Yu Zhou looked away from his face: "I have seen it."

This person was the one who woke him up in the morning of the placement test.

What a coincidence.

The boy smiled softly and said, "It's really fate, what's your name?"

"Yu Zhou."

"I'm Song Chuan, Song from Songjiang, Chuan from Shanchuan," Song Chuan continued, "I don't know your name yet, which continent is it?"

Yu Zhou didn't answer with a cold face, thinking that this person has a lot of shit, he took out a pen and paper from his schoolbag, quickly wrote his name on it and handed it to him, then continued to watch the teacher speak.

Song Chuan held the paper and looked at it for a while. The delicate and vigorous characters matched Yu Zhou's cool appearance very well.Yu Zhou noticed Song Chuan folded the paper and put it on the table from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help frowning and asked, "What are you doing?"

Song Chuan said with a smile: "It's the first time my deskmate gave me a gift, I must keep it carefully."

The corner of Yu Zhou's mouth twitched, and he came to a conclusion in his heart——

This man is sick.

Still very sick.

The bell rang for the last class in the morning.

"Students! The cafeteria is on the first and second floors of the opposite building..." The person who spoke was Yu Zhou's head teacher, a middle-aged female teacher named Fang Bihua. An experienced old backbone.

The classmates in the classroom went out one after another, some of them were still in groups, and they seemed to be familiar with each other in just one morning.As for Yu Zhou and his deskmate—what were they called, Yu Zhou forgot.

Oh, Song Chuan.

Yu Zhou hardly paid any attention to him all morning, and let Song Chuan chatter by himself.

He found out that this person was a real chatterbox, and he kept chattering all morning.

To think that he didn't drink a sip of water all morning, Yu Zhou threw himself into his heart.

Although this person looks quite unscrupulous and talks a lot of nonsense, but when it comes to class, he looks obedient.

It's all an illusion, Yu Zhou thought.

He didn't plan to eat at noon, he thought that his accommodation would be much more comfortable, and he wouldn't have to argue with Jiang Yu anymore.

Every time he confronts Jiang Yu, his throat hurts. He doesn't understand why Jiang Yu likes to scold him from across the room, and what's more, he doesn't understand that her voice is still sharp after shouting for so long.

But Yu Zhou can't.

Every time Yu Zhou had to take a tablet or two of medicine to protect his throat after arguing, otherwise his vocal cords would be ruined sooner or later.

Yu Zhou went to his dormitory the day before school started. He was the first one to come, so he didn't see anyone else, so he could choose a bed at will.

Yu Zhou chose the upper berth on the left.After the arrangement was made, I didn't see anyone coming, and I didn't know what kind of person I would live with——

"Aren't you going to eat?" Song Chuan interrupted Yu Zhou's thoughts.

Yu Zhou hated others interfering with his thinking, so his mouth was full of anger and medicine: "Whether you go or not is none of your business?"

I didn't have a good impression of this person at first, although he was handsome but he was full of nonsense, now that his thoughts were interrupted, Yu Zhou felt even more irritable.

Song Chuan was not angry either, and the smile on his face remained unchanged: "My deskmate has a very temper-won't you be beaten like this?" He was kind on the surface, but his words were thorny.

Do you want to fight?Yu Zhou said so in his heart, but he said on his mouth: "If you don't like it, get out." He looked at him coldly.Yu Zhou knew that there was a big difference between himself and him in fighting, because he was not a bad young man who smoked, drank and fought all day long, and he was always rated as the best in junior high school.

Even so, the momentum cannot be lost, and the tone of the eyes must be in place!

Yu Zhou himself is quite at ease about pretending to be X, after all, the persona of the temperamental youth for so many years is not for nothing.

Song Chuan didn't answer any more, reached out and took a box of cakes from the desk and put them on Yu Zhou's desk, then turned around and left the classroom very gracefully.

Courtesy?

Yu Zhou glanced at the cake in front of him, it was made of red dates, there were three pieces in a box, and the date of production was that he bought it today.

Yu Zhou looked at it calmly, but didn't open it.

At this time, some people had already finished their meal and returned to the classroom. Loud conversations and laughter suddenly sounded in the originally quiet classroom. Yu Zhou was already sleepy, but after such a commotion, his mind became more clear.

Yu Zhou felt that someone sat on the seat next to him, it should be Song Chuan who came back.

"You haven't eaten?" Song Chuan's voice.

Yu Zhou didn't answer, and pretended to be asleep.In fact, he is lazy, and he hopes that one day he can use his mind to communicate with others.

Because you don't have to move your mouth.

"Don't sleep until you know you're pretending."

Yu Zhou raised his head slowly and stretched himself.

"Let me ask you," Song Chuan threw the cake on his desk in front of him, leaning his back against the desk, crossed his hands in front of his chest, this posture stretched his legs especially long.

He asked condescendingly, "Why don't you eat? Are you trying to lose weight or something? I don't think you are fat either."

"If I don't eat it, I won't eat it. What the hell is your business?"

Of course it's none of my business. I'm the boy who wants to save you.

Song Chuan sneered and said, "Fuck, it's none of my business. I'm not the chairman of the neighborhood committee, so I don't have the energy to take care of so much."

I really want to know how this hot-tempered deskmate has survived for more than ten years without being beaten to death. Based on what he said, the people who wanted to beat him would have to line up two or three blocks back from the school gate.

Song Chuan didn't speak any more, Yu Zhou could see the displeasure on his face from the corner of his eye.

He and Song Chuan seemed to be in a cold war, and they didn't say a word in the afternoon.

This subtle atmosphere.

On the first day of class, I got into a fight with my deskmate.

Yu Zhou felt that he had to restrain himself, after all, he really didn't have much strength other than his appearance.

Yu Zhou didn't eat dinner either, he was very hungry.

I'm too lazy to move.

After the evening self-study, he just fell asleep on the table.

After a while, footsteps came.

Yu Zhou raised his eyes and met the man's gaze.

It's Song Chuan.

I'm so embarrassed.

Yu Zhou turned his head away.

Only then did he smell the aroma of food in the air.

It was emitted by the things in Song Chuan's hands.

Yu Zhou suddenly felt very hungry. Although he always felt hungry, this time he was hungry like he would die if he didn't eat.

"Eat." Song Chuan put a bag in front of Yu Zhou, it was a bowl of noodles, still steaming.

Yu Zhou looked up at him, with a moment of astonishment on his face.

"Thank you, no need."

Until the last moment, I still have to try my best to pretend to be x.

Yu Zhou, a boy who died as a child, is online, composing pretentious music for you with your life.

"You have to eat it for me," Song Chuan said with a smile on his face, "You made me angry at noon today, so you have to finish eating, and I want to watch you finish eating." Yu Zhou didn't know the difference between the two. What causality.

He looked at the face in front of him hesitantly, and finally opened the lid.

The aroma is tangy.

Long time no see.

Song Chuan stared at him, he seemed to be relieved to see that he was about to eat, and sat down to eat his portion.

It is beef noodles and coriander, which taste very good, especially the beef, which is poured with red oil, and the taste is full.

Yu Zhou likes coriander very much, so he ate all the coriander first.

"Do you like coriander?" Song Chuan asked while chewing noodles.

"Ah."

Song Chuan didn't speak, only the sound of noodles sizzling in the classroom.