A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

Unexpectedly, the friendship between Song Zhiyu and Zhou Cheng at the same table only lasted for more than a month, and they were forcibly broken up because of Zhou Cheng's unsatisfactory monthly exam results.

Song Zhiyu came to school only in the afternoon, and the seat next to him was already empty when he arrived.Looking ahead, there is a single table at the same level as the podium.

"You're not the last one, why are you seated in the first row?" Song Zhiyu asked.

"Some things happened while you were away. In short, I went back to Teacher Tang and said, if I don't get into the top 30 in the class this time, let me sit next to him alone, and I got No. [-] in the exam. "

"Old Tang said that I usually disturb your study, do you think so?" Zhou Cheng felt aggrieved.

"I didn't study, but it really disturbed my sleep." Song Zhiyu patted him on the shoulder heartlessly, and said, "Then you can reform here with peace of mind, and strive to be a new man."

"Then will you come to see me often? Will you miss me in the days without my company?" Zhou Cheng asked unwillingly.

"What are you worrying about, of course not."

Song Zhiyu occupied the seat for two people alone, which was very cool.After returning, he couldn't wait to take out some books from the slowly stuffed table and put them on the original Zhou Cheng's seat.

When Zeng Jin first started school, Song Zhiyu really wanted a deskmate, but what he always wanted was a female deskmate.Although the existence of Zhou Cheng is better than nothing, how sad would it be if he lost it?

He doesn't care about that at all.

Besides, if you don't sit at the same table, you don't want to be a classmate anymore?

After the monthly exam, the test papers are reviewed as usual, and the first class in the afternoon happens to be a Chinese class.The Chinese teacher, surnamed Shi, is an old lady who is about to retire.She speaks slowly, with extremely long endings, and her favorite thing to do every day is to lead everyone to read the text.

"Come on, let's read this ancient essay aloud together."

"Girls read it once."

"Boys read it once."

"You just read it without emotion, let us read it again with emotion."

Song Zhiyu fell asleep emotionlessly with the test paper standing up, no matter how loud his book was.

The classmates in the class kindly nicknamed Mrs. Shi "Sea King", which means that it is more water than the king of water.

"Okay, let's review the composition this time. To the surprise of the teacher, the best composition this time is the student Zhou Cheng who just transferred to the class."

Hearing Zhou Cheng's name, Song Zhiyu slowly opened his eyes.Lao Zhou is really keen to do things that don't fit his temperament type.For example, a man of mixed race is not good at English, and a man with deep facial features and a tall man is best at writing essays.

"Zhou Cheng's composition gave me a very-very-big surprise, not only because he is well-organized and well-organized, but also because the teacher can see his deep humanistic care from his words. Zhou Cheng, I have never It can be seen from your composition that you are a good boy who loves reading and has a delicate mind." Sitting next to the podium, Zhou Cheng and the kind teacher Shi had a tender look at each other for 3 minutes.

Mrs. Shi changed the subject, put on her presbyopic glasses, and said, "At the same time, I am going to criticize some students. Song Zhiyu, the first one I will criticize is you."

"Although you have a high overall score in Chinese, but your reading and composition have not been perfect. Especially this composition, there are a lot of quotations throughout the article, and you lack your own emotions."

"The 'Fitzgerald' and 'Lazarsfield' you repeatedly emphasized in the article, do you know them? And the teacher seriously doubts that you wrote about these people just because their names are long, so you can make up the number of words."

"I know, but they don't know me." Song Zhiyu said lazily.

"Okay, okay." Haiwang didn't know how to answer, so he could only sigh three times.

"Then can you tell me why you seldom express your own views in your argumentative essays? Articles without your own views are soulless!"

"Because I am a reed without thought." Song Zhiyu answered honestly.

There were sporadic laughter in the class. The first grader said that he has no thoughts, so what are they?Brains eaten by zombies?

This answer obviously angered Mrs. Shi, she opened and closed her mouth like a dehydrated goldfish, and finally choked out a few words: "You copy the composition of Zhou Cheng's classmate three times, and feel the meaning contained in his article. Brilliant thought!"

"Oh." He didn't know why Mrs. Shi was angry.

"Also, please stand next to me and listen to the lecture in this class. I need to have a closer communication with you."

Mrs. Shi stood on the podium, Zhou Cheng sat beside the podium, Song Zhiyu stood beside Zhou Cheng, and the three formed a Chinese character "Au".

It never occurred to me that they could continue to be at the same table in this way.

"Are you all right, aren't you tired from standing?" Zhou Cheng gestured at him.

"Brother, Lin Daiyu won't be tired even if she stands for a class, okay?" Song Zhiyu thought of copying his emotional argumentative papers when he went back, one head and two big.

"Hey, don't I care about chaos?"

Song Zhiyu copied Zhou Cheng's model essay. Although he probably found out about it himself, it didn't prevent him from blaming Zhou Cheng for his personal depression.

……

The first day when I lost my deskmate, Shu Tan.

It doesn't matter the day after losing your deskmate.

On the third day after losing her deskmate, Song Zhiyu discovered many small details that she hadn't noticed before.

For example, although Guo Nanxing and Murong Baobao quarreled all the time, they actually held hands when they took a nap?Zhang Zhipeng and his unnamed tablemate occasionally touched each other's thighs while talking in class?

Song Zhiyu didn't think about it: what did he do when he was at the same table?Do you bury your head in your homework or bury your head in sleep?

This shouldn't be the legend that "only when you lose it will you know how to cherish it"?Song Zhiyu quickly deleted this terrible thought in his mind.

Moreover, these people seem to be talking about a mysterious topic behind his back recently. They didn't hear the specifics clearly, but they just vaguely heard the word "facial cleanser".

When get out of class is over, Zhou Cheng will also come over to join their discussion.

"Am I being excluded?" Song Zhiyu couldn't help but have such doubts in his heart, but on the surface he still pretended not to care.

"Do you feel that my eyebrows are about to join together?" Murong Baobao stroked/touched the center of his eyebrows repeatedly.

"Really, it's almost becoming an Oolong police station!" Guo Nanxing exclaimed.

"Wait, yours seems to be connected together!" Guo Nanxing pointed at the center of Zhang Zhipeng's eyebrows and said in surprise.

"Ah! Really, what should we do? Could this actually be our lifeline, if the two brows meet, it means we're done!" Zhang Zhipeng is obviously a loyal fan of the anime "Gintama".

"It's over when I shave it off with a razor blade!" Murong Baobao gritted his teeth cruelly.

"Wait! I heard that their girls have a magical place. Not only can they shave their eyebrows, but they can also specially repair various eyebrow shapes." Guo Nanxing stopped the impulsive Baobao just in time.

"Then ask them?" Baobao immediately patted Zhou Xiaoying in the front seat and asked, "Hey, do you know where you can shave your eyebrows?"

Zhou Xiaoying was shy for a long time, and finally shook her head blankly: "I don't know."

"Why do you ask her? Housewives are not considered women, you can ask Lu Ying, she must know." Zhang Zhipeng urged.

After listening to Baobao's description, Lu Ying smiled contemptuously. She just said that she needed to accompany her boyfriend, so she didn't have time to accompany them. Of course, the most important thing was that she didn't want to.

When Baobao relayed it to other people, he said: "Forget it, how embarrassing it is, some of us old men still trim their eyebrows, it's too embarrassing to say it. No, you can't let people of other genders know. "

"How many genders can there be?" Guo Nanxing complained.

"Let's go secretly." Zhang Zhipeng said.

"How do I get there? That's a place only girls can go in." Baobao asked.

"We can sneak in in disguise," Guo Nanxing said.

"No way, the appearance is unjustifiable, mainly because we don't have that temperament." Baobao vetoed it.

"That's not good. I'll declare in advance that I won't participate." Zhou Cheng had been listening to their conversation silently, and he showed embarrassment when he heard this.

"We don't have this temperament, but someone has it!" Guo Nanxing locked his eyes on Song Zhiyu who was huddled in a corner doing homework, and showed an inscrutable smile.Zhang Zhipeng and Murong Baobao followed Guo Nanxing's eyes and understood.

"Old Song, Song Xueba, the future winner of the Fields Medal, may I ask you something?"

"Tsk, I also know about the Fields Medal. It's amazing." Song Zhiyu replied coldly without raising his head, "Don't talk about it."

These guys often get together recently and they don't know what they are plotting. Although he didn't take the initiative to ask what happened, but are they really not going to tell him at all?

To be honest, a little unhappy.

"You don't know anything yet, so don't rush to say no." Murong Baobao smiled obsequiously.

"Last time you wanted to see my bird, which caused me to be hired by Pang Dahai. I didn't count on you. You have to help us this time." Zhang Zhipeng threatened.

"What bird? You speak clearly." Zhou Cheng was anxious.

"Myna myna, what are you so excited about?" Zhang Zhipeng and Zhou Cheng chattered outside.

"Just help our brothers realize their dreams. I know you've been playing a game recently. If you do me this favor, I'll help you complete the daily tasks for two months." Guo Nanxing took the opportunity to say.

Song Zhiyu was a little moved, but still said with a straight face: "It seems that it is not enough."

"I'll take care of you on duty for a month." Murong Baobao patted his chest.

"I'll show you my bird!" Zhang Zhipeng added, and Zhou Cheng dragged him back before he finished speaking.

"You can't agree!" Zhou Cheng said.

"I agree." Song Zhiyu replied lightly, because he copied Zhou Cheng's model essay three times today and then felt a little disgusted with Zhou Cheng himself.Besides, if others don't say anything, Zhou Cheng, you don't say anything?

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Be our girlfriend!" Guo Nanxing, Murong Baobao and Zhang Zhipeng said to Song Zhiyu in unison.

The pen in Song Zhiyu's hand slipped to the table and found that things were not simple.

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