Eastern Star Spot

When Pan Guomao got up in the morning and saw someone washing in the toilet, he immediately said, "Fuck?!"

Liao Dongxing's hair was wet, dripping down strand by strand, with toothpaste foam in his mouth, he looked at him calmly.

Pan Guomao asked three times in a row: "Brother Liao, why are you staying in the dormitory? Hey, what time did you come back yesterday? Why don't I know?"

Liao Dongxing rinsed his mouth with water in his mouth, vomited back and forth several times, wiped his mouth with a towel and said, "How do you feel when you sleep like a piglet at night?"

The dormitory assigned to them by the school is arranged according to the previous class, four-person room, but the remaining two are day students, so now only Pan Guomao sleeps alone in this dormitory.

Liao Dongxing never returns home at night in the studio.

Pan Guomao saw that he was still fresh in the morning, and he couldn't help asking when he was eating in the cafeteria along the way: "Brother Liao, do you still remember where our cafeteria is?"

Liao Dongxing couldn't take it anymore: "Am I mentally handicapped?"

Pan Guomao suddenly remembered that they went to the cafeteria together for lunch and dinner a few days ago, so he laughed to himself: "Oh, I forgot."

Liao Dongxing made two buns, two eggs and a bowl of porridge. While drinking the porridge, he raised his eyes and accidentally met Pan Guomao's gaze at the orangutan.

"..." He put down the spoon and swallowed half of the bun in his mouth, "Guomao Building, do you have any opinion on me?"

Pan Guomao quickly waved his hand: "No, I'm just... just rare, I haven't seen you having breakfast."

Liao Dongxing was stunned, and recalled that his breakfast seemed to be settled on that broken bicycle. He had no money to pay for the accommodation in the first and second grades of high school, and the studio was busy with work in Dongdu, so he could sleep in any private room at night. Yes, get up in the morning and ride the bicycle, hold the handlebar in one hand, hold egg pancakes, buns, glutinous rice and all kinds of bread in the other, finish eating as soon as you arrive at the school gate/studio downstairs, and throw them into the trash can at the door.

After being trained for many years, the score is not bad, and the filming is a long shot of a movie with one shot to the end.

"What have you been up to lately?" Pan Guomao said, "I've wanted to ask you for a long time, brother, you feel very sleepy."

"Working part-time," Liao Dongxing chewed on the steamed stuffed bun, "Don't you need money for paint and charcoal pencils?"

There is also a cousin who is seriously injured in bed.

He didn't feel it himself, but Pan Guomao hesitated to speak: "Brother, don't you think you are pushing yourself too much?"

After Liao Dongxing finished eating the eggs in two or three bites, he glanced at him in surprise, and said as a matter of course, "This is how life is, everyone is the same."

One side of his cheeks bulged up and down as he chewed. It should have been a while since he had a beard. There were light blue stubbles on his chin, and he had a solid and youthful strength rooted in the mud.

Pan Guomao put the two strings of tenderloin on his plate to his plate: "Brother, eat more."

Liao Dongxing was not polite, he ate his meat, gave a thumbs up, and then ruthlessly slipped away with an empty plate.

"?" Pan Guomao lost his mind and followed behind, "going to the classroom so early?"

... Actually not too early.

Two-thirds of the seats in the classroom are already filled with students sitting upright, with earphones on, and a copy of English listening tests. During special times, the teacher turns a blind eye to the mp3 player.

The art students joined the class to attend the class. Liao Dongxing and Pan Guomao sat at the back with their desks clean, and a few brothers who had trouble getting up huddled in the corner of the back row and ate breakfast.

Liao Dongxing took out a printed listening comprehension test from the desk hole, flipped through it, his brows were knotted and never let go, he wiped his face and patted the shoulder of the front desk: "What are we going to talk about today?"

"The fourth set." The front desk pointed to the title.

"Thanks."

Liao Dongxing looked at a few lines, his lips were pursed into a line, and the two ends were nestled in, extruding a little fleshy cheek. Pan Guomao noticed that a few girls who came in from the back door quietly turned their heads and stared at him.

He leaned over: "Do you understand?"

"I forgot it a long time ago." Liao Dongxing closed the book with a blank expression, and patted the shoulder of the front desk: "Borrow an English book."

The front desk handed over all four English books honestly.

Liao Dongxing took it with both hands, frantically flipped through the following words, and then silently bowed his head to the first unit.

As soon as he finished a unit, the bell rang, and the English teacher stepped on the bell and walked in.

This was the first time Liao Dongxing saw her awake and opened his eyes. She had short hair, was serious, and was wearing a black and white casual shirt, with neat and raised eyebrows.

It's not like Qin Chunchun at all, although he is also an English teacher.

He had never seen anyone like her in his life.

"Everyone turn to the fourth set of real questions, and then start playing the audio." The class representative had already opened the multimedia, so she went up and clicked on the listening folder, looked around the class, and confirmed that most people were ready with pens , and press the play button.

Pan Guomao flipped through the fourth set in a hurry, barely read the options of the first sub-question, and then listened to the audio, the good guys are all behind the third problem.

He struggled to follow a few questions, and when he heard the second long conversation, he turned to look at Liao Dongxing.

Maybe he wanted to see Brother Liao, who was also a scumbag, for some comfort.

Then it was miraculously discovered that he still looks good. Although his facial expression looks like he wants to drop the book, but his eyes are firmly stuck to the word tadpole on the paper, a bit like...

The kind of poor little boss who can't understand the contract but has to stalk and read it word by word because it concerns his own interests.

When the audio is over, the English teacher will report the correct answer.

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Pan Guomao looked at his paper——

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If you want to make a tick, there is no place to display it.

Look at Brother Liao again, yo, that's right.

Come down with a whole set of topics,

"Raise your hands within three mistakes."

Sparsely raised a few hands, the English teacher looked dissatisfied, and said, "Raise your hands within five."

Half of them raised their hands.

English teacher: "If you go further up, you will make too many mistakes. I hope you will make fewer and fewer mistakes in the next few sets... I will play the listening audio again, and everyone will listen to the original text again to see where you are wrong. .”

Liao Dongxing stretched out his hand and patted the shoulder of the front desk. The front desk turned his head helplessly. Before he could ask, he replied predictably: "The original text is at the end. Turn to the third page backwards."

"……Thanks."

Pan Guomao and he flipped through the papers at the same time, and quietly complained: "Brother Liao, your image of a scumbag is really deeply rooted in the hearts of the people."

Liao Dongxing looked at him with disdain: "They probably don't know who you are yet."

With a knowing blow, Pan Guomao fell to the ground clutching his heart.

Today is Monday. After the morning self-study listening, the bell is played and the playground gathers to raise the flag.

Liao Dongxing was at the end of the line, almost separated from the rostrum by a section of the playground. He spent the hottest period of time. The sun was unhurried in the early morning of September, and his arms exposed outside his short sleeves were slightly chilled by the wind. The student representative's lengthy speech report came out on the radio, pressing the switch to make people drowsy.

He squinted his eyes, and felt the blue-purple outline light in front of his eyes due to long-term sun exposure and standing.

A row of dominoes is like a row of dominoes, a slight push on the front or the last one will cause the next row to fall.

He raised his eyes to look at the team impatiently, just in time to switch the back of the head in front of him in a second.

?

Reflexively, he stretched out his hand to support her, but the girl was too heavy to hold her back, and her body hit the ground with a dull sound.

The startled dominoes turned their heads one after another, and the teacher stood at the front of the queue and trotted over immediately: "What's going on?"

"She fainted."

"Cheng Dong didn't eat breakfast."

Two voices answered at the same time.

Liao Dongxing turned his head, and it was a girl who didn't look familiar at all. She squatted next to the fainted girl and carefully shook her: "Cheng Dong? Cheng Dong?"

The head teacher has something to do today. The morning meeting will be led by a young female teacher who teaches Chinese. She pinches Cheng Dong's people a few times, and after confirming that she is still conscious, she makes a quick decision: "Liao Dongxing, carry her to the infirmary."

The two girls frantically hung Cheng Dong on his back. Liao Dongxing held her leg with one hand and lifted it up. He heard a girl tugging at his sleeve and whispered, "Why don't you put her down? Help her go..."

Several girls nodded, and some looked at him with strange disgust.

"What's wrong?" the Chinese teacher asked.

The girl was a little embarrassed: "Teacher, she's on her period."

Some embarrassing marks were printed on the school uniform pants. Fortunately, the pants were dark and inconspicuous, but when the legs were spread apart, the buttocks were tight, and the edges of the light-colored underwear and the bulge of the sanitary napkin were looming.

In fact, it's only a short distance, no one will care about these, but girls' minds are too sensitive.

The Chinese teacher frowned and hesitated for a moment. Liao Dongxing couldn't bear to see them chattering, so he squatted down and let Cheng Dong slide down. The girls supported her, then turned around and picked her up quickly.

He was tall and long-legged, and before the girl could react, he took several steps, extremely fast.

The Chinese teacher followed quickly.

After carrying him to the infirmary, Liao Dongxing was sweating.

It's not his fault, the assembly line is arranged according to height, Liao Dongxing is at the end, and Cheng Dong is in front of him. A rough estimate is 1.7 meters nine. This girl is not thin and skinny. He couldn't hold it any longer and almost threw her to the ground.

But he desperately wanted to save face, he went to the infirmary to put him down, holding his breath, and then hid outside to catch his breath.

Cheng Dong became sober on the way the princess carried him all the way, but for some reason he didn't make a sound, and he opened his eyes only after he had gone out.

The Chinese teacher sat by the bed and watched her wake up and asked softly, "Why don't you have breakfast?"

"I got up late, I didn't sleep well yesterday." Cheng Dong lowered his eyes.

She is the representative of the Chinese class, her grades are among the best, she is familiar with the teacher, and she is not so cautious in her speech. She listens carefully to the teacher's instructions for a long time to pay attention to rest and eat on time, and discusses the progress of the study with each other.

Seeing her pale face, the Chinese teacher patted her head pityingly: "You can take a morning off, go back to the dormitory and sleep for a while, I have snacks in the office, I'll bring you some."

She shook her head to express that she didn't need it. After being silent for a while, she suddenly raised her head and glanced at the door, and said in a low voice, "Teacher, I think Liao is a very nice person."

The Chinese teacher laughed: "No one said he was bad."

"Yes." She pursed her lips, hesitated for two seconds, and said, "I heard some students in the class say that when he was in junior high school..."

She hesitated to speak, but the Chinese teacher immediately promised: "You tell me, I'll listen, and don't spread the word."

She whispered, "They say he fucked a female teacher."

The Chinese teacher showed an absurd expression and was very angry: "How old is he in junior high school? Who said that?"

Cheng Dong didn't say his name, but said: "His junior high school classmates said that he almost dropped out of school and made a big fuss...but I don't think he is that kind of person."

The Chinese teacher said: "I will find out about this matter. If it is a rumor, I will return his innocence."

The two faced each other in silence, Cheng Dong suddenly glanced at the door again, and said in a very soft, almost inaudible voice:

"I seem to like him a little bit."

Floating clouds cover the sun, a leaf covers the eyes, the girl's love comes blindly and purely.

The Chinese teacher smiled very understandingly, and said softly to her: "When I was young, if there was such a boy who carried me to the infirmary, I would like him too."

Cheng Dong was grateful for her understanding. The Chinese teacher thought for a while and added: "But that's all. We'll talk about more things after the college entrance examination. Don't do things that you regret. Secret love is the best when it's in the bud. .”

"I know."