A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

Today, the beautiful girl Sun Yali just happened to pass by the door of the seventh class.

She was very dissatisfied with the new transfer student from Class [-]. She was tall and big, which completely killed her chance to peek at Song Zhiyu every day.

Not only that, since Zhou Cheng came, the two of them have been inseparable all day long, and she didn't even have the chance to talk to Song Zhiyu alone.

"Turn to the left."

"Click to the left!"

Zhou Cheng finally left his seat as he wished, and Sun Yali seized the opportunity to take a look at Song Zhiyu's seat, and there was no one there.She sighed silently in her heart, after so long, he was still avoiding her.

"Is it okay for Lao Song yesterday? He didn't come to class today." Murong Baobao asked Zhou Cheng worriedly, with a hint of guilt in his eyes for some reason.

"It should be all right." Zhou Cheng's eyes were also full of worry. Yesterday, his complexion was not very good, but Song Zhiyu repeatedly emphasized that he was fine, and he couldn't force himself to ask for anything.

"What are you holding?" Guo Nanxing asked curiously.

"He asked me to hand over the copy of Song Zhiyu's medical records to Pang Dahai today," Zhou Cheng said.

"He said it was all right, all the cases have been rectified! I don't know how many days this rest will last!" Baobao sighed.

"That's right, where can I find someone with a good temper and high accuracy to copy his homework these days!" Guo Nanxing also sighed.

"Guo Chouzui, do you have itchy skin again! But, I feel even sadder when you say that." Baobao was like a black tiger when he came up to Guo Nanxing.

Guo Nanxing, who was heartbroken by the black tiger, happened to meet Sun Yali's eyes outside the window, which was very embarrassing.Seeing that she was discovered peeping, Sun Yali turned around and left proudly.

Seeing Sun Yali going away, Guo Nanxing suddenly became angry for no reason, and launched a counterattack against Murong Baobao for the first time in his life, but was finally suppressed mercilessly.

……

……

This morning, as soon as Zhou Cheng went downstairs, he found Song Zhiyu waiting for him at the gate of the community.

Zhou Cheng asked: "Didn't it mean that you won't come to class tomorrow?"

Song Zhiyu said: "I didn't say anything, look, isn't this still wearing pajama pants?"

Zhou Cheng looked down, and sure enough, Song Zhiyu looked like he had just woken up and his eyes were half-closed.He just put on a jacket over his pajamas, and his hair is also messy, and some hairs are curled up in disobedience.

People can't help but want to touch it.

"You will give this to Pang Dahai for me later. Remember, give it when Zhang Yongxiang is there." Song Zhiyu handed Zhou Cheng a few pieces of paper.

"What is this?" Zhou Cheng asked curiously.

"A copy of the medical record." Song Zhiyu said casually.

"You still lied to me that you're fine! You're always like this, you don't tell anyone about anything, I...we're all worried." Song Zhiyu's nonchalant attitude made Zhou Cheng annoyed for no reason.

"If I have something to do, can I stand in the cold and chat with you?" Song Zhiyu patted Zhou Cheng on the shoulder, "Don't get excited, this is from the past. I searched through the medical records last night before I found this What evidence of a concussion."

"Why do you..." Zhou Cheng was speechless.

"Brother, I don't have much else, the medical records and certificates are enough! If you want to skip class next time, I'll lend it to you. Anyway, ordinary teachers won't read it seriously, after all, they can't understand it."

"..."

"How about it, righteousness?" Song Zhiyu added with a guilty conscience.

"Well, righteousness." Zhou Cheng tried his best to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than bitter.

"Well, I see. You go back quickly! Don't catch a cold." Zhou Cheng stared at Song Zhiyu's upturned hair, really wanting to touch it.

So he actually touched it.

Zhou Cheng stretched out his other hand, and gently rubbed the top of Song Zhiyu's head twice, the curled-up hair at the corners was still sticking up.

"Well, it feels really good." He sighed in his heart.

"Did you find that I haven't washed my hair for three days?" Song Zhiyu looked at Zhou Cheng warily.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with Zhou Cheng's actions, he just thought that Zhou Cheng missed his long flowing hair.She used to be pretty, but now she's handsome with short hair.

"Ah, is it?" Zhou Cheng was still indulging in the good touch.

"Yeah, do you want to steal home and cook?"

"That's unnecessary, I don't know how to cook." Zhou Cheng shyly withdrew his hand.

"I'm going back, remember to wait until Zhang Yongxiang is in the office. By the way, speak louder." Song Zhiyu reminded.

"Okay, okay, I got it." Zhou Cheng pushed Song Zhiyu away.

Song Zhiyu sneezed loudly on the way back.

A sneeze means someone is thinking about you.

Two sneezes, someone is scolding you.

Three sneezes, a real cold.

"I'm really a man full of disasters and crimes." Song Zhiyu sighed.

……

……

Zhou Cheng repeated what Song Zhiyu said in the morning to Murong Baobao and Guo Nanxing.

"I didn't expect Lao Song to look well-dressed, but he secretly didn't wash his hair for three days!" Baobao said angrily.

"Twenty-five, well-dressed is not that useful. But I didn't expect that Lao Song looks like a dog, and his usually dry hair doesn't look like it hasn't been washed for three days!" Guo Nanxing said with emotion.

"That's not the point..." Zhou Cheng regretted what he said to this pair of live treasures.

"The point is—Lao Song wants to kill Jiang Chun. This trick of killing people with a knife and tricks makes it superb! On the surface, he is handing in a leave note to Pang Dahai, but in fact he is reminding Lao Xiang that it is time to do it." Guo Nanxing obviously knew the point.

According to Song Zhiyu's description, he still has the next move.

"When are you going to hand it over to Pang Dahai?"

"Wait until noon, Mr. Zhang seems to have gone out for research in the morning." In fact, Zhou Cheng didn't quite understand Song Zhiyu's method of tricking people, which was too roundabout and not enjoyable enough.It's better for him to actually find a place to beat him up after school.

"What are you still thinking about?"

"It's nothing."

"Don't do unnecessary things, he doesn't like it." Guo Nanxing saw through Zhou Cheng's inner thoughts at a glance.

"Lao Song and I used to be in the same class in the same junior high school, but because the seats were far apart, we basically didn't talk. He used to ask for leave from time to time. At that time, Lao Song was much more silent than now. In class, he just sat silently in his seat and didn’t say a word. Everyone in the class didn’t like him too much.”

"One time it was quite scary. He came to class with a bandage on his head. A good guy next to him seemed to mock him a few words. Guess what Lao Song did afterwards?" Guo Nanxing stopped in good time. , took a sip of water.

"Say it quickly!" Baobao patted him violently, Guo Nanxing couldn't hold back, spraying water on Baobao's face.

"You definitely didn't expect that."

"Old Song took out a utility knife from his pocket, and directly nailed that person's hand to the desk." Guo Nanxing said flatly, but the listeners gasped.

Baobao said in admiration, "What a werewolf! He's a little bit more ruthless than a ruthless person! I didn't expect the top students to fight so bloody and bloody. If you don't make a show, you will become a blockbuster!"

Zhou Cheng said: "That person must be beaten."

Baobao asked, "What happened next?"

Guo Nanxing said: "I don't know too well, it seems to be private. I don't know what method Lao Song used, and the school didn't impose any serious punishment in the end. But after that, no one in the class dared to talk to him at all. gone."

Baobao suddenly thought of something, and said, "By the way, you didn't tell me that you and Lao Song were in the same junior high school, which is one of the best junior high schools in the city! Tell me, did you tell the principal his uncle?" Stuffed money? All right, the family is rich!"

Guo Nanxing shook his head and said, "Is it okay for me to be at the bottom of the school? But Baobao, I ask you to take a look at the grade ranking next time, okay? No matter how you say it, my uncle is firmly in the top ten of the grade. Even if it is the bottom of the famous school, Your uncle is your uncle after all!"

Class No. [-] is a very special existence in No. [-] Middle School, although it is only a parallel class.But Song Zhiyu, Li Shu, and Guo Nanxing were regulars on the top ten list.However, Class Seven is just a parallel class after all, and naturally there are grades like Murong Baobao, Zhang Zhipeng, and Zhou Xiaoying at the bottom of the class.All in all, the polarization is strong.

"Your uncle, who are you scolding?" Murong Baobao, the tail of the grade crane, roared angrily.

"Your uncle, I'm scolding you!" Although Guo Nanxing was terrified, his reputation as "Guo Smelly Mouth" was not for nothing.

Regardless of Zhou Cheng's presence, Guo Nanxing and Murong Baobao started arguing about "who is who?" Although they repeated only a few words, they unexpectedly quarreled in the dark and couldn't talk.

Zhou Xiaoying in the front seat turned a deaf ear to this and devoted herself to writing.

The books are not homework, but paintings and comics.

Zhou Cheng accidentally saw it, and it showed a foreigner hugging a beautiful boy.His face looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

The one above kind of looks like myself...

The one below...

Zhou Cheng didn't dare to imagine, he rolled back to his seat like fleeing.

Calm down!

Calm down!

He silently said "calmdown" ten times in his heart, but he still couldn't "calmdown".

"Is there someone named Song Zhiyu in your class!" A male voice shouted outside the door.

"boom--"

Hearing a series of "cracking" sounds, Zhou Cheng's chairs and books were scattered all over the floor.He suddenly stood up from his seat.

The boy stood at the front door, and Zhou Cheng stood at the end of his diagonal.One in front and one in the back, one fake yellow hair, one real yellow hair, one 1.7 meters, one 1.9 meters, which is a strong difference in height that cannot be blocked by spatial distance.

Zhou Cheng glanced at Murong Baobao, his head was already stuffed into the belly of the table, so he couldn't give Zhou Cheng a response.

Why did Zhou Cheng look at Baobao, because the little man standing at the front door was none other than Jiang Chun.

The moment Jiang Chun saw Zhou Cheng, he felt a little uncertain.Murong Baobao didn't tell himself that this big man and that bean sprouts were in the same class.

He bluffed: "Hehe, just right. Today, I will clean up the two of you together!"

Many students in the class know this poor student who is civilized in the whole school. After all, they even know the old scholar Song who "keeps his ears out of the window and only reads sage books". Isn't he very famous?

As soon as Jiang Chun came, everyone pretended to be immersed in their studies, but in fact they secretly watched the fun from the cracks.

Zhou Cheng tilted his head and looked at Jiang Chun, thinking it was a funny thing.He moved the joints of his fingers at will, making a few crisp sounds.

"You come in." He said to Jiang Chun.

Jiang Chun glanced behind, seeing people coming and going in the corridor.

"You...you come out!" Jiang Chun said.

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I'll try to update when I'm on vacation.