A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

It may be an illusion, Jiang Chun seldom comes to the class recently, even if he accidentally bumps into each other occasionally, he is hesitant and hesitant to speak.From Song Zhiyu's point of view, he seemed to be avoiding Zhou Cheng on purpose.

Hou Wanqiang still wore his school uniform with one sleeve missing as usual, and always liked to hang around in front of Zhou Cheng, trying to persuade him to come out of the arena and regain his glory with a shy face.After a long time, the people in the class gradually realized that Hou Wanqiang didn't seem to be as scary as in the legend, and after getting acquainted with each other, they also started joking with each other.

"Senior Hou, when will you take your 'broken sleeve' back?"

"Pfft—" Zhou Cheng, who was drinking water, was almost choked to death.

He has become as sensitive as Ah Q recently. People can't hear "bald", "light" and "bright", but he can't hear "glass", "rose", "broken sleeve" and "Longyang".

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……

Song Zhiyu asked casually: "Old Zhou, are you going to pay respects?"

Chu Gong is an elegant name for going to the toilet, the big one is Da Gong, and the small one is Xiao Gong. It originated from the Spring Festival Gala sketch by Niu Qun and Feng Gong. [Note] Chinese people are reserved, and they have to use other words to describe normal physiological needs. The result is that "singing" has other meanings.

What's more interesting is that different genders have different gender names, and different occupations have different names.Once, when Guo Nanxing wanted to go to the toilet in a history class, his history teacher asked him, "Do you want a big revolution or a small revolution?"

Guo Nanxing was stunned for more than five seconds, and then replied: "Revolution is very important."

Murong Baobao also invented a saying called "throwing a grenade". As for the specific meaning, you need to think about it yourself.

Girls often complain that they can't understand what their boys are talking about all day long. In fact, sometimes there is a generation gap between them.

How could Zhou Cheng not agree, and said, "Let's go."

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and many people have changed into spring or even summer school uniforms, but Song Zhiyu's dress is not much different from the previous few months.The two always walked side by side in the corridor of the teaching building, chatting nonsense one after another, and the surroundings that were originally quiet became restless in an instant, and little girls came out one after another pretending to fill water, go to the toilet and hang out, but in fact they waited for an opportunity to sneak a peek.

"Do you feel that today is warmer than yesterday?" Song Zhiyu said.

"Let's see, really, the highest temperature is one degree higher than yesterday." Zhou Cheng took out his phone and checked the temperature.

"Ah, so my body is already so sensitive." Song Zhiyu said indifferently.

No. [-] Middle School has only one toilet building, the first floor is the men's toilet, and the second floor is the women's toilet.There was once a boy who was whimsical and wanted to poke a hole in the ceiling, but failed later, leaving only a small trace of cigarette burns on it.

As soon as I entered, the whole space was filled with the smell of tobacco.Leaving aside the small solution pool, although the door to the squatting pit is closed, clouds and mist are lingering above the gap where it flows out, as if it has strayed into somewhere.

Song Zhiyu's throat began to feel uncomfortable again from being choked.

On the way, I ran into Jiang Chun with a cigarette in his hand, but his expression flickered, and he hurriedly said hello and fled away.

"What happened to him recently?" Song Zhiyu asked.

"Maybe I'm too busy with my studies."

"Why are the people on the playground still hanging around? Don't you know that class is about to start? Hurry up, run forward!" Zhang Yongxiang stood upstairs and shouted with a loudspeaker, his voice was deafening.

Zhou Cheng dragged Song Zhiyu and ran back quickly, and cheers came from around him one after another.

"Weren't you a bad boy before? Why are you so polite? You still listen to the teacher like that?" Song Zhiyu asked soulfully.

When I returned to the class, there was already a list of arts and science intentions on the desk.In fact, it's normal. The first semester of high school has been done for more than half, and it is indeed time to divide the arts and sciences.Filling in the Arts and Sciences Intention Form in advance is to make a simple estimate for future class arrangements.

There are nine subjects in the college entrance examination: language and mathematics, politics, history and geography, and physical and chemical biology.Different provinces have slightly different test formats and total scores.

In the province where they are located, the total score is 480 points, and language and mathematics are compulsory subjects.For liberal arts, choose two subjects from history and land administration and add extra papers for Chinese, and for science, choose two subjects from physical and chemical students and add extra exams for mathematics.Among them, history and physics are compulsory items, and primary subjects are graded according to the percentage of the province's results. This means that schools at different levels have different requirements for students' primary subjects.For example, the TOP2 in China requires students to achieve double A+ in primary school subjects.

If you want to be admitted to a good school, it means that you cannot have any shortcomings other than language and mathematics, and you must also be excellent in elementary subjects.

In the junior college entrance examination, subjects other than the college entrance examination subjects are tested. One A will add one point to the total score of the college entrance examination, and four A will add five points.

Without even thinking about it, Song Zhiyu would definitely choose science.As for biology or chemistry, he still prefers to study chemistry, after all, biology in high school is more like a liberal arts.But as far as ordinary schools are concerned, science is usually better than liberal arts, and biology is better than materialization.Class Seven is an ordinary class, and more than half of the students must study literature, whether they are willing or not in the end.

"I didn't expect that the happy time is always so short, and the parting is just around the corner." Zhang Zhipeng was a little sentimental.

"Goodbye, Lao Song. We will part soon~" Guo Nanxing said emotionally.

"Are you unreasonable?"

"Of course, my life is constructed from poems, poems, and love affairs! By the way, there are many girls in liberal arts." His small calculation is very shrewd.

"I study physical education, I must be in the liberal arts class." Baobao said.

"I want puppy love." Zhang Zhipeng said.

Several people discussed for a while, and finally found out that Song Zhiyu was the only one who was going to say goodbye.So how did Song Zhiyu get into this romantic group?

Guo Nanxing: "Over there, you have to live well by yourself."

Murong Baobao: "If someone bullies you, remember to tell us."

Song Zhiyu: "..."

After a long time, he finally choked out a sentence: "I'm not in prison."

When get out of class was over, Zhou Cheng sneaked back, still holding the class placement application form in his hand.

"Didn't you accept it a long time ago? Why haven't you handed it in yet?" Song Zhiyu asked.

"Quick, what do you choose? I secretly took it back from the monitor, and I have to return it later." Zhou Cheng squatted under the table, sneaking.

Song Zhiyu understood his intentions, and said thoughtfully, "This is no child's play, you have to think for yourself."

"That's right, I'm just thinking about myself. Quickly, quickly, which one to choose." Zhou Cheng urged.

An inexplicable warmth surged into Song Zhiyu's heart, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise.

"I choose Shizheng." Song Zhiyu said.

"Ah, are you sure?" Zhou Cheng raised his head in surprise.

"of course."

Seeing Zhou Cheng put a striking tick under the column of Shi Zheng, Song Zhiyu's heart tightened, as if he had surrendered something.

……

It’s been a while since the midterm exam. After more than a month of devil practice, Zhou Cheng’s score has risen from No. 20 to No. 30, but he is still sitting in the exclusive seat next to the podium. Fat Dahai completely forgot It's about getting him back.

Zhou Cheng has been trying his best to sidestep Pang Dahai's side recently, but the effect is very little.

Song Zhiyu still nestled in the corner of the last row of the fourth group every day, and occasionally watched Zhang Zhipeng touching his thigh at the same table, occasionally caught a glimpse of Murong Baobao and Guo Nanxing holding hands while taking a nap, and sometimes watched sitting at the front Zhou Cheng's back, he seems to get along well with the little girl in the front row.He can always see the picture of them laughing and laughing together, although the picture is mute.

Finally, Song Zhiyu couldn't help but go to Pang Dahai's office to make side calls.

The next day, Zhou Cheng moved back with his schoolbag.

During the afternoon nap, Song Zhiyu hesitated for a moment, and put his hand on Zhou Cheng's thigh calmly.He was just about to swipe a few times, but Zhou Cheng's reaction was so shocking that he almost fell off his seat.

Zhou Cheng whispered hoarsely, "You...what are you doing?"

"I... I thought you would interact with me..." Song Zhiyu swallowed a little embarrassedly, "It's okay, I'm just too busy."

Zhou Cheng buried his entire face in the circle formed by his right arm, so he couldn't see his expression clearly at this moment.

"Go to sleep, there is an exam in the afternoon."

"Hmm..." Zhou Cheng's indistinct voice came from beside him.

Just when Song Zhiyu's consciousness was hazy, a slightly warm hand rested lightly on his leg.If Song Zhiyu tilted his head slightly at this time, he could see that the ears of the people next to him were already flushed...

……

"Hey, two old men, holding hands while sleeping, the gays are gay."

"It's really noisy." Song Zhiyu woke up and saw Murong Baobao's big face approaching.Looking down again, his right hand was indeed held in Zhou Cheng's arms, no wonder his whole arm felt so sore.

"Aren't you and Guo Nanxing holding hands every day when you take a nap?" Song Zhiyu countered.

"That can't be the same! We are doing it for physical fitness, arm strength, and arm wrestling!" Baobao yelled so loudly that the whole class could hear it.

Song Zhiyu was speechless, so he had to force himself to say: "Xiaobie is better than a newlywed, I am happy. If you don't talk anymore, I won't let you copy your homework."

"Don't, don't, I can't go! You two continue to be bored here!" Murong Baobao hurriedly slipped back to his seat. Guo Nanxing was still sleeping soundly on the table at this moment. He couldn't see it, so he slapped him hard. On Guo Nanxing's back.

"Fool, wake up!"

"What's wrong! What happened to Fafafa!" Guo Nanxing was so frightened that he shivered, "F*ck, you almost gave me a heart attack!" The harmonious ones are all filthy words.

"Did you hear me, fool? You are the one talking about, don't pretend to be asleep." Song Zhiyu pushed Zhou Cheng hard.

[Note] Just in case, let me say that the source is of course not the cross talk between Feng Gong and Niu Qun haha