I overturned my car after I slapped Gao Leng school grass by mistake

"Impure transactions are prohibited."

It was only when he almost fell asleep that he remembered that there was still an unfinished review paper. Zhong Xun endured his drowsiness and casually made up some words.

Although he often skipped classes, as long as he went to school, he was never late.

When he rode there in the morning, the sky hadn't completely brightened yet, so he stopped by the office of the third grade group.

No one was there at this point, he took a bag of soybean milk, put the review book on the desk, and then went to the classroom with his schoolbag.

Only a dozen or so people were sparse in the class, except for those chatting against the railing in the corridor, they all ate breakfast in the classroom.

None of the high school tension.

Song Yijin came earlier than him, turned his head and said, "Damn, I thought you wouldn't come today, so I didn't wait for you."

"Don't push it against the table." Zhong Xun frowned coldly.

A group of people in the front row gathered together, exclaiming a few times from time to time, Zhong Xun raised his eyelashes slightly.

Song Yijin rubbed his nose, leaned over and said in a low voice, "They are all talking about your deskmate. I searched a lot of his posts on the Internet, and it seems that he is still Yue Jiayue's junior."

No. [-] Middle School is not a key school, but four or five years ago, a senior named Yue Jiayue entered the provincial figure skating team, and her partner became the best pair skating team in China at that time.

The school is probably proud of it. It has always been very supportive of this ice and snow event. Last year, it specially invited Yue Jiayue to return to the school to give a speech. Yesterday, he checked Chu Tingdong's circle of friends... the champion of the World Youth Championship three years ago, It is normal for the school to pay attention to it.

Zhong Xun was too lazy to listen and pushed Song Yijin's head away.

He didn't know why he was so sleepy in the morning, and now he was a little drowsy. He was about to lie down to catch up on sleep, but his phone kept vibrating in his desk pocket.

It was Song Yijin and the others who posted links to several posts in the group.

The group of boys who were more mixed in the class formed a group, and they often skipped classes to go to Internet cafes, or made appointments for fights. There were about five or six people, and a few girls who often played with them also joined.

Zhong Xun rarely speaks in the group.

He was about to close the group chat page, but Song Yijin suddenly stepped on his chair and leaned back, hitting his desk, and he opened the bottom link with a swipe of his fingertip.

[Figure skating men's singles abuse burns CP to step on the spot]

WTF?

Zhong Xun frowned, and couldn't help but click on the video out of curiosity. At the beginning, there was a little boy practicing figure skating. He thought that face looked familiar. He didn't recognize it until the camera zoomed in and met those red phoenix eyes.

It was a cp video of Chu Tingdong and one of his senior brothers, from their first performance competition in San Francisco at the age of eight, to the year Chu Tingdong retired.

When he left the arena, Chu Tingdong's leg seemed to be injured, his ankle was tightly bandaged, and he was still leaning on crutches. His face was as cold as ever, but everyone around him bowed their heads and cried, especially that senior brother.

The video cleverly stopped here and ended, and the barrage burst into tears, and kept saying, "It's time to get it."

Zhong Xun felt vaguely what they were drinking, and then opened his hands in disbelief and read it again.

He really didn't expect that Chu Tingdong also liked men.

Zhong Xun stared at the camera and thought hard, his head was confused and dizzy, the injury at the corner of his eye seemed to be still burning hot, his whole body was burning hot, and his chest was congested with a ball of anger that could not be vented.

He leaned back in the chair, not knowing what to think. After a few minutes, he sat up abruptly, and suddenly turned on the phone again.

He remembered that there was an open forum in No. [-] Middle School, and Song Yijin often chatted with people on it.

I buried myself in an account and struggled for a few minutes before I figured out how to post.

[Fake boyfriend urgently needed, paid. 】

He stared at the line of words and thought for a while, felt that it was not enough, and added at the bottom, [All comers are welcome, the only request--Pan Liang Tiao Shun pure male high school students], he deliberately changed the font and added the last few words. thick.

Zhong Zhonglin felt that homosexuality was contagious, and he was afraid that he would embarrass the whole family like Song Yijin and his brother, so he was not allowed to engage in homosexuality.

Then he wanted to do one, anyway, either Zhong Zhonglin beat him to death, or he was mad at Zhong Zhonglin to death!

A few minutes after the post was posted, there were a dozen replies below.

1L: What does the landlord want a fake boyfriend for?

2L: As we all know, less than 315 days have passed since the [-] holiday.

3L: You guys are really boring, why are you so uncooperative?Then I'll come first, let's talk, how much is the remuneration, if it is less than five hundred, don't do it.

4L: Watch out!The forum prohibits impure transactions. Did the poster come to fish early in the morning?

……

ill.

Zhong Xun went to click on the private message again, and there were indeed several boys who sent him photos. When he slid to the last one, his fingertips paused, and his face darkened instantly. Song Yijin originally wanted to talk to him, but he didn't dare to open his mouth. in the throat.

It was the same size as yesterday.

With a silly gauze wrapped around his head, he took a selfie with the camera, not only not pure, but also very greasy.

"Uh..." Zhong Xun returned the indifferent word "roll", put away his phone, and buried himself in preparation for catching up on sleep.

Before he could close his eyes, the table was knocked lightly a few times. He neither raised his head nor got up, and muttered something to himself, and pushed up his chair to make room for it.

Fortunately, Chu Tingdong was also thin, so he reluctantly entered.

Zhong Xun was still in the same shape as when he was sleeping in class yesterday, with the school uniform covering his head.

But today, half of his fair arms were exposed, his face was pillowed on it, and his school uniform blocked his cheeks, revealing only a pair of amber eyes staring at him.

The eye circles were slightly red, as if she had stayed up all night, her curly hair was wilted, and she sneezed under her collar.

"Uh..." Chu Tingdong sat down facing that gaze.

【Xue He: Why are you silent again, where are you? 】

【Xue He: Fuck, am I so worthless in your heart?Are you really going to abandon me if you have a beautiful female deskmate?No...maybe it's a male deskmate? 】

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Zhong Xun was still staring at him hotly, at most he was a beautiful psycho.

[Xue He:? 】

【:nothing. 】

【: A puppy ran into the classroom. 】

[Xue He:? ? 】

【Xue He: Seriously, when the coaches and the others return to China next month, they didn’t have time to meet each other, so you just left. As for what, even if you repeat your studies, you don’t have to travel so far, right? 】

【Xue He: And you can't find any small places you went to even if you magnify the map a hundred times. 】

【:I am busy.Talk about it in a few days. 】

Xue He has known him for 13 years. He entered the provincial team in the same year, went out of the same school, and studied in a high school. Before he was injured and retired, he sat at the same table for a while.

He hasn't contacted anyone since he left City S until now, and only returned a few messages to Xue He.

【Xue He: Okay, then I'll wait for your news.You should settle down there next month, right?I'll go find you then. 】

【:Um. 】

Zhong Xun felt that he had a bit of a cold, and he slept all night with the can of ice coke in his arms. In his dream, he was skating and couldn't stop, while Chu Tingdong was eating hot pot next to him.

He sniffed softly and looked away. He really didn't like this newcomer.

Zhong Xun fell asleep in two consecutive classes, and it was Song Yijin who woke him up during the break. Zhong Xun was dizzy, sat up and rubbed his face before opening his eyes with difficulty, "Huh?"

Song Yijin just came in from outside the classroom, with an angry face on his face, and cursed at him in a low voice: "Damn it, the bulletin boards downstairs are fucking posted, this time the whole school is really reporting criticism...Brother Xun, what happened yesterday? "

"They owe me money." Zhong Xun was very sleepy and said casually.

"No... I didn't mention Zhou Kai and the others," Song Yijin sat down and said in a low voice, "I don't know what kind of bird people those are? I mean Zhou Heng... how could someone say you beat Zhou Heng? Woolen cloth!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the thin boy wearing glasses in the front row of the classroom.

Zhou Heng is the school committee member of their class. He is the kind of good student that Xu holds in his heart. He even got the first place in the school several times. He never associates with bastards like them.

Zhong Xun unscrewed the mineral water and took a sip, then took out his phone, leaned on the back of the chair as if he had no bones, and clicked on the game, "How is it impossible?"

"Don't fool me." Song Yijin frowned.

"No fooling around, that's it." Zhong Xun lowered his head and manipulated the villain on the game interface and jumped forward. Song Yijin suddenly pushed the back of the chair against the table, and fell with a thud, "Anyway, read a self-criticism. It's over, don't worry about this business."

"Because of Zhou Heng?" Song Yijin lowered his voice so that only they could hear him, "Zhou Kai is his younger brother..."

Zhou Kai is that inch head, from the second class next door, and the captain of the school basketball team. He is quite tall and has a lot of muscle.

The rest are his little brothers.

Zhong Xun didn't speak.

Song Yijin shut his mouth knowingly, but he still understood that even if Zhong Xun said that he was not the one who hit him, no one would believe him without evidence. It seems clear at a glance who made the move between a school bully with a good reputation and a younger brother.

Moreover, if Zhong Xun is unwilling to admit it, Zhou Heng's character will not lie.

As long as he tells the truth, Zhou Kai will not let him go when he returns home.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is waiting to die.

"As long as they don't mess with me again, this matter will be over. I beat up the basketball team. Are you afraid of another one?" Zhong Xun didn't look up.

There was a fight outside the No. [-] Middle School yesterday, and Xu Chunhong, the class teacher, went to investigate.

But that alley happened to be out of surveillance, so he could only find someone to ask, and after a whole morning, he found out the people who had fought with Zhong Xun.

"Zhou Kai, Sun Guanglei, Xu Fei..." Xu Chunhong twitched his forehead, called him to the office, and said angrily, "Why are you guys again?!"

Zhou Kai blushed.

He was beaten up by Zhong Xun, his head was covered with gauze, and his cheekbones still had conspicuous bruises.

Xu Chunhong was not only the head teacher of Zhong Xun's class, but also the group leader of the third grade group. Zhou Kai also had to bow his head, his face was gloomy, silent, and he looked very unconvinced.

"You guys stay in the office and write your self-criticism." Xu Chunhong has already punished Zhong Xun, and of course he can't let them go. "When you are doing inter-class exercises, go downstairs and read the self-criticism under the flag-raising platform. , Did you hear me!"

Song Yijin went to the toilet and happened to hear it when passing by the office.

"But why didn't you tell me?" Song Yijin angrily said, "Are you still a brother!"

"Tell you what?" Zhong Xun unscrewed the mineral water, took a sip, and said coolly, "You bring a group of people over to support me, and you don't want your legs. I'm afraid Uncle Song has no reason to beat you, right?"

Song Yijin was really a bit cowardly, but no matter how cowardly he was, he couldn't lose his loyalty. He swallowed his saliva, and suddenly realized: "No, even if he did something, how did Lao Xu know? Someone must have complained to Lao Xu!"

"Damn it, don't let me catch him, or he will suffer!" Song Yijin said harshly.

Zhong Xun raised his eyebrows speechlessly.

"Uh..." He peeked openly at his deskmate, Chu Tingdong wrote a series of neat inequalities on the clean draft paper, looking very stupid.

Song Yijin turned around suspiciously.

Zhong Xun bit the mouth of the mineral water bottle, lowered his eyes, not wanting Song Yijin to get involved, and said lazily, "I don't know."

The sun was shining in the morning, and Zhong Xun was the last one to do the self-reflection during the exercises between classes.

He was wearing a simple and refreshing summer school uniform, with straight shoulders, white and thin wrists, facing the scorching sun and walking on the stage under the eyes of all the teachers and students in the school. His back and profile were so beautiful that they were out of place.

Especially the comparison with the boys of the school basketball teams who are covered in paint and plastered next to them is extremely tragic.

Those who didn't know thought he was going to accept the award on stage.

But the whole school is no stranger to this situation. Chu Tingdong walked to the back of the queue and stood at the end of the queue in Class [-] of the third year, just in time to hear the boy next to him say enviously: "Fuck, you are worthy of being a school bully. Read the review in a week!"

Then Xu Chunhong stared back, "Quiet! What are you talking about! Come and tell me!"

The boy quickly bowed his head.

"Uh..." Chu Tingdong felt that he still overestimated the atmosphere of this school.

Xu Chunhong stared coldly at the side with folded arms, and Zhong Xun finished reading the self-criticism in a fairly orderly manner.

After stepping off the stage, Xu Chunhong called them all together again and asked them to apologize to each other.

Sun Guanglei and the others were all stiff-necked and reluctant to speak, but it was Zhong Xun who first agreed, "Okay."

Old Xu looked at him encouragingly.

If the prodigal son turns around, he can still be given a chance.

"I didn't remember the school rules this time," the boy said seriously, "I'm sorry, I was wrong..." Then he changed his voice, "We'll see the situation next time. "

Zhong Xun came back to review again after unscripting, and made a touching summary.

"Uh..." Xu Chunhong sank into his dantian, and once again doubted why he wanted to be admitted to Ningcheng Normal University. If he hadn't been admitted to Ningcheng Normal University, he wouldn't have graduated and been assigned to Ningcheng No. [-] Middle School. If he hadn't come to Ningcheng No. [-] Middle School , he would not be Zhong Xun's head teacher.

Finally, he took a deep breath, pointed at the door of the office, "You, and the rest of you, go over and stand for me!"

The review was obviously perfect, but I was still forced to stand for an hour. When I was allowed to go back to the classroom, the last English class was due in one minute.

As soon as he got back to his seat, Zhong Xun put the school uniform on his head again.

"Brother Xun, why are you still sleeping? Don't you listen to this episode?" Song Yijin was a little puzzled. Zhong Xun didn't listen to lectures very much, but he usually wouldn't fall asleep since he came in the morning.

Zhong Xun gave a muffled hum, his voice was a little hoarse, as if his nose was blocked.

Chu Tingdong had been in the third year of senior high school once in his previous school, but he missed the college entrance examination that year because of an operation, and he did not miss his homework during the six months of rehabilitation in the hospital. In addition, the difficulty of teaching in No. [-] Middle School was not the same as that of the original school. Fabi, not much to listen to.

He listened to the class, took out another set of papers that Xu Chunhong asked him to do, twirled the pen with his fingertips, and lowered his head to write the questions.

Zhong Xun got used to no one around, so after falling asleep with his head covered, he subconsciously lay on his right side.

Tilting his head, his forehead hit his arm, the small piece of skin that touched it was hot, the curly hair on his forehead was soft and slightly damp, Chu Tingdong froze for a moment, and couldn't help frowning.

He moved his arms away, perhaps because his sleeping position was uncomfortable, and within a few seconds, Zhong Xun turned over again, and Chu Tingdong simply picked up the collar of Zhong Xun's school uniform with the end of a pen, revealing a reddened face.

Dazed by the sunlight, Zhong Xun frowned.

Chu Tingdong let go of his hand, put the school uniform back on him like covering a corpse, and said in a low voice, "Wake up."

"What are you doing?" Zhong Xun was woken up, and pulled off his school uniform listlessly, ignoring him at all.

"You have a fever." Chu Tingdong said.

It was only then that Zhong Xun realized that his breathing was scorching hot, and even his eye sockets were scorching hot. No wonder he was so sleepy when he came here in the morning.

He took out his cell phone, dazed and trying to see what time it is.

Press to turn on the screen but see a message notification.

[Hello, your new post at 23:30 am violated the forum regulations and was suspected of fraud. The post has been deleted and banned for [-] days. 】

The four words "suspected of fraud" are boldly marked in red, and the effect is very eye-catching.

"Uh..." Grass, why is he so unlucky.

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