Bamboo horses in the morning and evening

The second year of high school is between relaxed and intense. The courses of various subjects that are gradually ending make the whole teaching building permeate with a strange atmosphere, like the second when the spring is stretched to the tightest and needs to be released.

But Zhou Zhimeng thought it was okay. After all, he was serious about his studies, and it didn't matter to him whether he finished the class or not. He raised his head, looked at the students around him who were wildly celebrating the physical education class as usual, and sighed.

A bit noisy.

And he doesn't like physical education class, he has asthma, he was born with it, and he hasn't been cured for so many years.

"Zhou Zhimeng, have you finished your physics homework? Can you borrow me to copy it?" The deskmate came over.

"Yes." Zhou Zhimeng took out his physics homework and handed it to his deskmate.

The deskmate laughed badly: "Physics class representative, you are so kind."

Zhou Zhimeng glanced at his deskmate, and took back the homework. The deskmate immediately admitted, "I made a mistake, I'm a bitch, let me copy it."

Zhou Zhimeng let go, and the tablemate immediately took the exercise book with both hands, carefully as if worshiping a god, Zhou Zhimeng didn't bother to answer, he lowered his head to get the insulation bag in the second floor of the table, he unzipped it and checked it.

Both were still cold, Zhou Zhimeng felt relieved.

"What did your father bring you?"

"Mango Coconut Ice Mochi."

"Sounds delicious, did your dad make it himself?"

"Ah."

"My mother said that your father is the president of Dingsheng Group. He has been on TV. He is very young and handsome."

"That's my baby daddy."

The deskmate put down his pen and turned pale with shock: "Such a cool person is not an alpha?! What about your father? Is there any company bigger than Dingsheng in our city?"

"My dad just goes to work, what does a bigger company mean?"

Only then did the tablemate realize that he had messed up everything, "I always thought that the president of Dingsheng Group was your father, and it was your little father who brought you desserts every day."

"No, my family came from the opposite direction." Zhou Zhimeng said calmly.

As soon as the words were finished, the class bell rang, and the physical education teacher walked in with a whistle, leaned against the door frame, clapped his hands, and said, "Go to the playground."

"Yeah—" The excited yelling almost knocked the ceiling, and the students rushed out, Zhou Zhimeng walked at the back, avoiding the crowd.

The physical education teacher told him: "Zhou Zhimeng, stop running for a while, just sit under the shade of a tree."

"Thank you, teacher."

The classmate next to him was not surprised when he heard it, but instead threw a jelly into Zhou Zhimeng's hand.

Zhou Zhimeng smiled at her, walked out of the classroom with a thermos bag and a math textbook with complete explanations.

The scorching sun scorched the green field, the refurbished runway was brightly colored, the summer wind blew through the classroom, bypassed the crowd, and blew up the corners of the school uniform, and the whistle of the basketball court came from a distance. Zhou Zhimeng walked slowly under the banyan tree, Pick and choose to find an area that is clean and does not appear to be infested with ants.

In fact, you can sit in the stands, but the students are running 1000 meters in the sun, Zhou Zhimeng does not want to sit leisurely in the stands alone, he will have a strong sense of guilt.

He took out two facial tissues and put them on the ground. As soon as he sat down, there was another person beside him.

The man ran over covered in sweat, and with the heat blowing against his face, he sat down beside Zhou Zhimeng, holding a half bottle of mineral water in his hand, and drank it within a few seconds after raising his head.

He tightened the bottle cap, and threw it into the trash can not far away as soon as he raised his hand.

Zhou Zhimeng took out the mango ice mochi from the thermal bag, "Do you want to eat it?"

Lu Qifan glanced at Zhou Zhimeng, and instead of reaching out to take it, he lazily opened his mouth.

Zhou Zhimeng had expected it a long time ago, took back the thermal bag, put it on his knees, and looked at Lu Qifan leisurely: "I guessed that you are playing here, is your class really a physical education class?"

Lu Qifan didn't speak.

Zhou Zhimeng was not annoyed, and just looked at him quietly. Lu Qifan was still looking at the playground calmly at first, but his face changed soon.

"The head teacher has a meeting and self-study." He said concisely.

Zhou Zhimeng tilted his head and continued to look at him.

Lu Qifan's expression became even more unnatural, he coughed twice, and reluctantly said: "Okay, I'll go back to class later."

He was about to leave after speaking, Zhou Zhimeng reached out and grabbed his wrist, "Wait a minute, eat this."

Lu Qifan looked down at his wrist, stared for two seconds, then looked away, Zhou Zhimeng pulled him back to his side, first took out the wet tissue his father put in the thermos bag, and asked Lu Qifan to wipe it off. hand, opened the bento box again, "Try it, I thought I'd give it to you after school."

Lu Qifan wiped his hands before taking the lunch box.

"I made mochi with my dad last night. He failed twice. First, there was too much milk, and then he forgot to turn on the fire. I succeeded the first time I made it. In fact, mochi is very simple. Add milk, sugar and tapioca starch, pour it into the milk pot and keep stirring until it becomes very thick, and then put it in the refrigerator to chill." Zhou Zhimeng explained and tasted, then he turned to Lu Qifan: "What do you think? How about it?"

Lu Qifan was fascinated by looking at Zhou Zhimeng's side face, he still had a mouthful of mochi in his mouth and forgot to swallow it, only when Zhou Zhimeng looked over did he turn his head hastily.

He swallowed it whole, then hurriedly took another sip, and said with a straight face, "It's delicious."

Zhou Zhimeng curled the corner of his mouth, happily feeling the coconut milk-scented mango on the tip of his tongue.

The phone vibrated twice, a message came from his teammates, Lu Qifan picked it up to look at it.

"Qi Fan, are you still playing the ball? It's all waiting for you, where have you been?"

Lu Qifan replied: "No more fighting, you guys continue."

"Huh? Didn't you ask us to play? You disappeared after only two games. Where did you go?"

Lu Qifan didn't reply, he put away his phone pretending nothing happened, and glanced at Zhou Zhimeng.

He wasn't interested in desserts, but he still ate them all. Just as he was about to talk, Zhou Zhimeng's classmate ran over and put a canvas bag next to Zhou Zhimeng.

"Zhi Meng, help me look at the bag!"

The classmates come and go like the wind, Zhou Zhimeng has not reacted yet.

Lu Qifan frowned first, then walked around to the other side of Zhou Zhimeng, pinched the strap of the canvas bag, and put it two or three meters away from Zhou Zhimeng in disgust, then put his hands in his pockets, and looked down upon Zhou Zhimeng Said: "I'm going back."

He's always been a jerk.

Zhou Zhimeng laughed in his heart, he waved to Lu Qifan, "Xiao Qi."

Lu Qifan squatted down and looked at Zhou Zhimeng, "What's wrong?"

Lu Qifan's facial features are very handsome, and his eyebrows are especially delicate. His sword eyebrows and slightly deep eye sockets always look deep and oppressive when looking at people, but at this moment, the sunlight reflects his eyes into a light amber color, which fades away. strong.

He looked at Zhou Zhimeng intently.

"You have to study hard," Zhou Zhimeng tapped Lu Qifan's forehead with his fingertips in a tone of hatred, "If I catch you skipping class again, you will be finished!"

"How did it end?" Lu Qifan was obviously disdainful.

"I'll tell Uncle Lu."

"You will do it."

Zhou Zhimeng raised his eyebrows, "Then you will be punished and not allowed to come to my house for a month."

Lu Qifan got up suddenly, did not respond to Zhou Zhimeng, only left a sentence "I'm going to class", and then quickly left the playground.

His back is very tall, he is only in the third grade of junior high school, he is already 1.8 meters two, and he is still growing taller.

"When did you start to be taller than me?" Zhou Zhimeng thought for a while with a straight face, "It seems to be in the sixth grade... or the first year of junior high..."

I can't remember, but one day, when Zhou Zhimeng subconsciously pinched Lu Qifan's face, he suddenly realized that he had to raise his arm to touch Lu Qifan's cheek.

the time passes so fast.

He finished eating the remaining mochi, put it in the insulated box, got up to pick up the canvas bag thrown away by Lu Qifan, and wiped the dusty place with a paper towel. Fortunately, the canvas bag was black.

There is also the sweetness of mango and coconut milk in the air.

Zhou Zhimeng closed his eyes and raised his head, feeling the breeze blowing through his hair in early summer and May.

"Zhi Meng, come and sit on the stage!" Wen Qiyue's voice came, she leaned on the railing, and waved to Zhou Zhimeng with a smile, "Come on, come on, I'll tell you a big news about Lao Ban!"

Zhou Zhimeng took his own things and his classmate's canvas bag and walked to the stands. Wen Qiyue approached him and told him: "The Chinese teacher in class three and the old class are husband and wife!"

"Really?" Zhou Zhimeng was surprised.

This greatly pleased the mood of the gossip spreader, Wen Qiyue put her hands on her hips, "Really! That teacher surnamed Wang taught us a lesson, do you remember?"

"Remember, she was very gentle."

"Speak slowly and softly, and the writing on the blackboard is pretty good, but the old class has a bad temper and is annoying!"

Zhou Zhimeng said with a smile: "The old class is not bad. Sometimes he just loses his temper on purpose. In fact, he is very patient and his teaching level is also very high."

"That's right," Wen Qiyue was quickly led off by Zhou Zhimeng, and she also looked at the playground in the distance with her face on her face, and said softly, "The old class is very good."

Wen Qiyue looked at Zhou Zhimeng, "Are there any bad people in your eyes?"

"Yes, like the person who invented physical education."

Wen Qiyue chuckled, "You will be beaten if you say such things! What a great physical education class."

The two sat quietly.

The wind blew Zhou Zhimeng's natural curly hair into a mess, but his hair was like small waves with its own luster, and the mess showed layers instead, which made his side face softer.

"By the way, was that Lu Qifan from junior high school just now?" Wen Qiyue said suddenly.

Zhou Zhimeng was taken aback, "How do you know?"

"He's very famous, he's handsome, and he's a great player." Wen Qiyue winked at Zhou Zhimeng, and said with a smirk, "Many people like him."

Zhou Zhimeng couldn't help laughing, "He's only in the third year of junior high school."

Still a child.

"What's wrong with the third grader? He's much taller than the boys in our class, and he doesn't look like a third grader, but he doesn't seem to care about people, and he always keeps a cold face."

"Really?" Zhou Zhimeng thought for a while.

In fact, Xiao Qi's face was not cold at all, it was still soft when pinched, of course he would not tell Wen Qiyue.