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It's raining.

According to past experience, the rain lasted for one to two weeks, announcing the official arrival of autumn in Yunshan County.

The air was filled with the smell of damp soil and vegetation, and Yang Sheng liked to stay in the corridor even more between classes. Taking a few deep breaths made him feel much more comfortable physically and mentally.

It's a pity that we can't get close to the edge of the corridor, the rain is dripping, and the steps and floor tiles are wet.

The cold white mist is blown in by the wind, and you feel like a fairyland in it.

Yang Sheng thought inopportunely, if there was another thunderstorm now, it would really be a calamity for cultivating immortals.

But it’s autumn, and everything seems to be restrained; the wind is light, the rain is continuous, the yellow leaves fall into the soil without slowing down, and even the noisy corridor after class is much quieter.

People coming and going walked slowly, perhaps because the weather was damp and cool, or simply because the corridor was wet from the wind and rain.

Yang Sheng has always been in a good mood, even if he was called out in public by Sister Yi, who said his math notebook was a mess.

Recently, on a whim, Sister Yi collected the math notebooks of classes five and six for review. She thought she would just look at them casually, because the two classes add up to nearly 160 notebooks, and it is absolutely impossible to read them all in two days.

But Sister Yi still picked out Yang Sheng's accurately. Yang Sheng felt that Sister Yi was targeting him. After all, apart from the notes, his words could still be read.

In addition, Yang Sheng wondered how Haoyue understood his notes, and Haoyue said that at least he had been at the same table with you for more than a year.

"It's like being a student of Lao Wang for two years, and finally being able to understand his writing on the blackboard unambiguously."

"You can actually understand Old Wang's writing on the blackboard!" Yang Sheng was surprised.

"You still can't understand Lao Wang's writing on the blackboard?" Hao Yue was even more surprised.

"His crazy cursive, only ghosts can understand it. I think the words in my notes are better than his writing on the blackboard." Yang Sheng complained for himself.

Haoyue's smile was kind but dangerous, "Who do you call a ghost?"

Oh hoo, stepping on mine accurately.

But when it comes to Lao Wang, I have to mention his wife, the teacher's wife of the fifth and sixth classes.

Because the teacher's wife is a great beauty, and everyone who has seen her says she is good-looking.

Probably in the first year of high school, Lao Wang married his teacher's wife and sprinkled wedding candy on the fifth and sixth classes; in the second year of high school, Lao Wang was promoted to become a father, and the teacher's wife came to the office to inspect the work. He protected his wife all the time and did not let her touch any electronic products. .

Those who asked questions in the office and were reprimanded said they were too sweet.

Yang Sheng was not talented, and Brother Liu was grabbing his ears and dictating the failed words.

And when the teacher's wife came in, Brother Liu gave Yang Sheng a rare break, and he couldn't restrain his aunt's smile while talking about being careful next time.

And now, Lao Wang's precious daughter has been more than five months old. It is said that she looks like her teacher's wife and is a beautiful embryo.

"But the eyes are very similar to Lao Wang, with fox eyes." The female classmates who had seen Lao Wang's daughter sighed, feeling very sorry that the girl just followed his father.

Although, Yang Sheng felt that the fox eyes were pretty, at least they were imposing. Lao Wang squinted his eyes, and the people who took care of the two classes didn't dare to say anything. The little girl will be great when she grows up.

In fact, Yang Sheng has always wanted to meet the little girl, after all, who doesn't like cute human cubs.

In addition, after eating the wedding candy from Lao Wang and the teacher's wife, and seeing the crystallization of love between them, this feeling is very subtle.

It turns out that two years is so miraculous that it can bind a couple for a lifetime and turn two into three.

But for himself, two years are just the superposition and repetition of more than 700 days.

Of course, during this period, his younger sister, who was always hugged by his mother, was able to run around like a deer, but he looked at them with a stagnant heart.

He thought he was old, but he still rejoiced over things that didn't matter.

For example, when I went to the office to ask Lao Wang a question, I accidentally saw a photo of his daughter on the computer desktop.

It looks like a snow dumpling, so cute.

The old Wang also asked him in a very embarrassing way: "Is my daughter cute?"

"Super cute." Yang Sheng was not stingy with compliments, but the eyes are really small, squinting, smiling like a little fuwa.

Lao Wang should be a very good father and husband. Even though his daughter is five months old, he still rushes back to cook for his wife at noon every day.

Since the second year of high school, classes five and six have never had a political class in the fourth quarter of the morning, and everyone knows it.

"Are you envious?" A voice in my head asked, with a hint of joking.

Yang Sheng sighed, and said calmly, "I'm envious."

Yang Sheng is a frequent visitor to the teacher's office, because he has divergent thinking and is good at asking questions, so he is not a bad student who plays tricks on the teacher's bottom line.

But the teachers agreed that there is no substantial conflict between being the first in the class and constantly needing to be beaten for minor problems.

But when he was free, Yang Sheng still liked to come into the office, the teachers were very nice.

So why did he see his brother who had lived on the first floor for a long time in his teacher's office?

Liberal arts and science were far away, but Yang Sheng raised his hand and greeted him very naturally: "Brother."

"Oh, so you know each other." Brother Liu, who took the information from Xia Zang, was a little surprised, "Whisper, has your social network extended to the science class?"

"No way." Yang Sheng smiled helplessly and explained, "This is my brother, Teacher Qiao."

"Well, Yang Sheng is my younger brother." Xia Zang nodded in a businesslike manner.

"That's quite a coincidence." Brother Liu smiled, grabbed a piece or two of chocolate from her table and handed it to Xia Zang, "Thank you Xiao Xia, thank you Master for helping me too."

"I'll pass it on to Mr. Luo." Xia Zang nodded, and didn't answer it with his hands behind his back. "It's nothing, I'm leaving first."

To avoid embarrassment for Brother Liu, Yang Sheng took the chocolate and said, "Then I'll give it to you, brother."

He raised the English weekly newspaper in his hand again, "I've taken the answer, teacher."

"Let's go." Brother Liu waved his hand, "After checking the answers, remember to do the new question."

Well, sure enough, the answer can't be taken in vain.

It's raining outside, so I don't need to go to the playground for exercises during the big break.

And there are still about ten minutes before the class starts, Yang Sheng can send Xia Zang to the classroom and come up again.

Pushing the thank you gift from Brother Liu into Xia Zang's palm, Yang Sheng said, "Next time you will send materials to Brother Liu, you will follow whatever she gives you."

"Oh." Xia Zang replied slowly, "I will pay attention to it in the future."

Yang Sheng couldn't help teasing him, asking, "By the way, brother, who is Brother Liu's master?"

"My English teacher." Xia Zang said flatly, and suddenly smiled.

Yang Sheng secretly said "Not good", but Xia Zang had already started talking: "So in terms of seniority, I should be your uncle."

Brother, this is nothing but a blockbuster.

But Yang Sheng was not a vegetarian either, he licked his molars and smiled and said: "I have always regarded Brother Liu as a sister, and Brother Liu has always regarded me as a younger brother."

Uncle or something, it doesn’t exist~

"But Teacher Qiao is still your teacher." Xia Zang said unhurriedly, "You are still Teacher Qiao's student."

That's right, it's just being ridiculous and being led into the pit, Yang Sheng decided to take a step back and said, "Okay then, uncle, I'll send you here."

When he arrived outside the back door of Xia Zang's classroom, Xia Zang opened his mouth slightly in surprise when he heard that he was so obedient, but he didn't know what to answer.

Yang Sheng leaned forward slightly, "Then I'm leaving."

Xia Zang came to his senses and stretched out his hand to grab his wrist.

With a light tap of his fingertips, a piece of chocolate candy fell into Yang Sheng's palm.

"One per person."

It's so sweet, I don't know what brand Brother Liu bought.

Yang Sheng swallowed the sweetness of the chocolate slowly, thinking that he was really not used to eating sweets, and his stomach burned a little.

On the other hand, Haoyue checked the answers with the English weekly newspaper he brought back, and while handing the newspaper back to him, pushed over a thick notebook.

"The representative of the mathematics class said that this is an excellent note from class six, and I will pass it on after reading it."

Yang Sheng flipped open the light blue cover with little interest, and glanced at the name of the owner of the notebook: "Li Qing."

Then he turned around and put the notebook in the back row.

"The writing is really good." Yang Sheng commented objectively.

Haoyue forcefully forced a smile: "You should open it and read the content!"

Yang Sheng looked up at the small whiteboard in front of him, and said in an exaggerated tone: "It turns out that the college entrance examination is only 270 days away!"

Haoyue finally couldn't hold back and rolled her eyes, expressing that she didn't intend to continue to cooperate with him in the performance.

Living a three-point and one-line life of school, nearby restaurants, and rental houses, rainy days don't have much impact on Yang Sheng's life. At most, he can go out with an umbrella and walk to his destination in ten minutes. will be wet.

At night, the sound of the rain coming in through the window unexpectedly has a soothing and hypnotic effect.

"A rainy day is really a day to sleep." Yang Sheng pulled the quilt into his arms, sighing slowly.

"Yeah." Xia Zang replied absently, but still stared at his brick machine without even twitching his eyelashes.

"What are you looking at, bro?" Yang Sheng leaned over curiously.

Xia Zang didn't avoid it, and put his shoulder to his shoulder, "Greedy for snakes."

So Yang Sheng saw the flickering long tail pixels on the small screen, and thought to himself, can Nokia also play games?

But Xia Zang was obviously not good at manipulating, and he bit his tail and killed himself after greedy for snakes.

1100 points is also okay.

Yang Sheng couldn't help but eagerly said: "Can I have a hand?"

"Yes." Xia Zang handed him the phone.

This game is not difficult to play, as long as you flexibly press the up, down, left, and right buttons to let the pixel snake avoid its longer and longer tail and eat the flickering pixel food.

Small pixel foods are worth five points, and large pixel foods are worth 15 points.

As soon as Yang Sheng operated up and down, the score multiplied like Mario ate mushrooms.

Suddenly his shoulders sank, Yang Sheng glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and Xia Zang put his chin down.

Look a little focused.

Yang Sheng held back his smile and continued to manipulate his little snake, but regrettably hit its tail when it reached [-] points.

However, the words "New Record" popped up on the screen.

Xia Zang added softly in his ear: "Your score is the highest in history, and I have never been able to play more than 1000 points."

"It's a fluke." Yang Sheng was still very humble, only to realize that he was half-circled by Xia Zang in his arms when he came back to his senses.

So close that I could feel the touch of his hair.

My brother's hair seems a bit long, covering the back of his neck.

Yang Sheng returned the brick machine to him and said, "Sleep, brother."

The author has something to say:

I don't know why, but I feel that the level of ambiguity of the children has already made me feel that it's okay.

The previous chapter was teased by a whisper, and this chapter is hidden by Dong.

Where did these two dead children learn from.