My nemesis and I got into fanfiction

He punched him head-on.

Bo Dong dodged to the right, grabbed his wrist instead, let go in less than a moment, raised his hands, with a faint smile on his lips: "Slippy hands."

Xia Shu's anger didn't decrease but increased: "I think you are a cheap hand."

"It's really just hand slipping."

"You think I'll believe it?"

Xia Shu didn't listen to his explanation at all, and punched him again while he wasn't paying attention, and just like that, the two started fighting in the cramped bathroom.

There is a corner and a corridor from their classroom, so the people in the classroom don't know what happened to them, but the dean, who usually wanders around the teaching building, heard the sound and rushed over.

Seeing them, the dean's head grew big, and he yelled, "Xia Shu, Bo Dong, it's you again!"

Xia Shu was tired of hearing these words, and was interrupted by the people who came, so she had to let go of Bo Dong's hand, turned her head and stood aside.

Muttered in his mouth: "It's really unlucky."

These words happened to be heard by the sharp-eared dean, pointing at him: "What did you just say? Say it again?"

"It's unlucky." Xia Shuzhao repeated his words, raised his eyelids, and asked, "Do you need to say it again?"

Dean of teaching: "You..."

Bo Dong smiled lightly beside him.

"What are you laughing at?" The dean was so angry that he started to talk to them: "Where's your review? Have you written it? Now, immediately, immediately, bring it to my office."

"I didn't bring it." Xia Shu lied without blinking his eyes: "I forgot it at home."

Bo Dong was serious and nonsense: "I wrote it, but it was eaten by the dog at home, and I haven't had time to rewrite it."

"Edit, you continue to edit." The dean was so angry that his head was smoking: "I think you didn't write at all, did you? Go, go to my office and write. I still don't believe that I can't cure you."

They carried the bucket back to the classroom, and followed the dean to the office under the watchful eyes of those students.

The dean cleared the documents on the table, asked them to sit together, found two A4 papers and two gel pens, and handed them: "Just write here, and you are not allowed to leave until you finish writing."

After speaking, someone knocked on the door outside, and the dean walked over.

As soon as he turned around, the two people at the table began to toss.

As soon as Xia Shufu lowered his head, someone touched his elbow, and reminded him in an unfriendly tone: "Can you stay away from me?"

"Yes." Bo Dong replied bluntly, "You can sit somewhere else."

Xia Shu asked back: "Why should I change and not you?"

Bo Dong also asked back: "Then why do you ask me to change instead of you?"

It's like a tongue twister for the two of them.

The dean turned around and stared: "What are you doing? You can make noise right under your nose?"

Xia Shu raised his hand: "I want to change my position."

The dean said impatiently: "What do you want to change? Hurry up and leave after writing. If you make trouble again, I will ask your parents to come to the school."

As he said that, he turned his head, put his hand on the doorknob, and turned back before opening the door.

I saw that the two people who were still arguing just now were restraining each other at this moment. You grabbed my hair, and I held your arm. Seeing him looking back, he immediately remained motionless as if he had pressed the pause button.

When it came to asking parents to come to school, Xia Shu restrained a little, patted Bo Dong's hair, and explained: "There is something on his head."

Bo Dong also said, "His hands are numb, I'll pinch them for him."

The two cooperated in a rare way, and the dean didn't bother to waste any more words, let them go for the time being, and opened the door to go out.

As soon as the door was closed, the harmonious atmosphere just now disappeared instantly.

Xia Shu: "Let go."

Bo Dong: "You go first, I'll let you."

Xia Shu: "Is it loose or not?"

Bo Dong: "What's wrong with you if you don't let go?"

Outside the door, the dean was chatting cheerfully with the teacher who knocked on the door, completely unaware of the movement inside.

"That's fine, thank you Director Mei, then I'll go first."

"Okay, I'll leave after these two bastards finish writing."

The dean pushed the door open while waving his hands, and when he saw the two fighting inside, his face darkened immediately.

"I can't write without staring at you, right?" He sat on the computer chair opposite the desk, facing them: "Okay, I'll stare at you today, I don't believe it, write to me quickly."

The two took a break from fighting for a while, calmed down unhappily, picked up a pen and began to write a review.

For a while, the only sound left in the office was the rustling of the pen tip across the paper.

After writing for a while, Bo Dong went to look at Xia Shu, first he looked at the words he wrote, then his eyes slid up and fell on that face.From a close distance, you can see the boy's long and thick eyelashes, his lips slightly pursed, his brows slightly furrowed, and he writes while thinking.

The silent Xia Shu faded away from the impetuousness of the past, like a hedgehog putting away its spikes and revealing its soft belly.

I don't know why, but Bo Dong just likes to see him angry. The angrier Xia Shu is, the more interesting he finds it.

So... last night was just a dream.

he thinks.

Xia Shu was thinking hard, at this moment, his elbow was touched suddenly, he ignored it, but the other party touched him again as if there was no end.

Now Xia Shu couldn't bear it any longer, turned his head and was about to yell, but saw a corner of the paper showing Bo Dong's cell phone.

Bo Dong mouthed to him: "Copy or not?"

He whispered back: "Copy."

Anyone who does not copy is a fool.

But Xia Shu kept an eye out, looked up at the director secretly, saw him staring at the computer and writing seriously, and said to Bo Dong in a low voice: "You copy first, I will copy later."

Who knows if Bo Dong dug some kind of hole, waiting for him to jump into it, anyway, it doesn't hurt to be cautious.

Miraculously, Bo Dong didn't play tricks on him this time, and until he and Bo Dong finished copying the self-criticism, the teaching director didn't notice their petty tricks.

Xia Shu glanced at the boy beside him, thinking: Today the sun is really coming out from the west.

After finishing writing, hand it over to the teaching director. The other party takes a look at it, looks at Xia Shu for a while, and Bo Dong for a while.

"Okay, you all go back."

After they took two steps, the dean waved to stop him: "Come back, and post your self-criticism on the bulletin board."

So, the next day, everyone in the school saw the review they wrote.

Because of this incident, the two met like enemies and had a little peace for a few days. For nearly a week, there was no major conflict.

Until this Friday—

The afternoon sun made people drowsy, and Xia Shu lay on the table to catch up on sleep as usual.On the podium, old man Mi was giving a lecture and mentioned next week's exam by the way.

"The exam time is scheduled for Tuesday and Wednesday next week. Remember to go back and study hard on weekends. You are already official senior high school students. Be nervous, race against time, and cherish the time you have now..."

Xia Shu lay on his stomach with his eyes closed, and didn't listen at all. Suddenly, something light and small hit his back and landed on the ground with a thud, waking him up twice in a row.

What the hell?

Xia Shu wiped his sleepy face, looked back, there was nothing.

Diagonally behind him is Bo Dong, who is lazily supporting his head with one hand and blatantly playing with his phone with the other.

Xia Shu retracted his eyes, glanced at the ground from the corner of his eye, and found a small ball of paper under his feet.

He instantly understood what was going on, bent down to pick it up, opened it, and saw a pig's head drawn on it.

fuck.

He didn't need to guess who did it, he kneaded it into a ball two or three times, raised his hand and threw it, and threw it at the person who pretended to be innocent.

The ball of paper hit his face, Bo Dong raised his eyes to look at him: "What are you doing?"

Xia Shu had just woken up, and at this time he was still angry about getting up, talking as if he had eaten a firecracker: "What do you think?"

Bo Dong replied "how do I know", crumpled the paper ball twice and threw it over again.

"Don't pretend there." Xia Shu also threw it back to him, and sneered at the same time: "Don't think I don't know that you did it."

The two of them smashed the ball of paper in the back row, threw it back and forth for a few minutes, and finally caught the attention of old man Mi on the podium.

Old man Mi pushed his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, holding a chalk in his hand, staring at their direction without speaking, and waited for their reaction before opening his mouth slowly.

"Have you thrown enough?"

Xia Shu looked completely unafraid: "Not yet."

Old man Mi held back his anger and asked Bo Dong, "What about you?" Without waiting for Bo Dong's answer, he continued, "You didn't throw enough, did you? Both of you get out of here, don't disturb other students in the classroom."

At this moment, the two of them were obedient, they really stood up from their seats, and walked out of the classroom in front of the whole class.

Seeing them stepping over the threshold and turning around to go downstairs, old man Mi called out from behind: "Where are you going?"

Bo Dong turned around and said, "Didn't you tell us to go out?"

Old man Mi couldn't help turning up the volume: "I told you to stand outside the classroom, and didn't let you go downstairs." Then, he walked off the podium, went out and pointed to the place next to the window: "Stand here, sober up for me a little while."

Seeing that they were standing side by side, he went back to the classroom to continue his lecture.

After a while, the two couldn't stand anymore.

Xia Shu changed several standing postures, sometimes putting his hands in his trouser pockets, sometimes clasping his hands, and sometimes putting them down again.

Anyway, no matter how you stand, it's uncomfortable.

He couldn't help but blame Bo Dong: "It's all your fault."

If it wasn't for him, he would still be sleeping on the table.

Bo Dong gave a light 'huh': "It's as if you didn't do anything."

Xia Shu retorted: "You did it first."

"I said I didn't throw it." Bo Dong defended himself: "You didn't believe it."

"Do you think I look deceptive?"

Bo Dong helplessly spread his hands: "If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do."

The two of you talk to each other, first they talk to each other, and then move their hands while talking.

When old man Mi came out to watch, they had just had physical contact and were wrestling each other's wrists.

"You didn't have enough fun in the classroom, and you still want to play outside?" Old Man Mi raised his face and nodded, "Okay, then you can stay outside for a class."

As soon as he left, the two in the corridor fought again, mainly because Xia Shu was doing it.

Bo Dong responded and said, "At least I copied the last review for you, so can't you be a little grateful?"

It’s okay if I don’t talk about it, but when I talk about this Xia Shu, I get angry: “If it weren’t for you, I would be fined to write a self-criticism? You touched it first…”

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, he always felt a little awkward, and unknowingly, a tinge of redness climbed up the pinna.

Bo Dong took the words and didn't take it seriously: "They're all men, so what's wrong with touching your neck?"

Xia Shu blushed immediately, staring at him: "Say more!"

"Isn't it? I just touched it..."

Before Bo Dong could finish speaking, Xia Shu beat him up directly.

The commotion was a bit loud this time, and the students in the classroom couldn't help but look out of the window one after another. They couldn't see anyone, and only heard the sound of two people fighting.

Old man Mi walked out of the classroom again, unable to bear it any longer: "You like hands-on things so much, don't you? Well, I'll give you this chance, hold hands, stand at the back of the classroom, and give me a lesson!"