A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

Because of the "Qiabao incident", the "delicate" Song Zhiyu stayed at home for another week as a matter of course.In fact, he knew in his heart that a bottle of pirated mineral water only made him go to the toilet a few more times, and the real culprit was probably his extremely disordered life caused by staying up all night to make up homework in the last three days of vacation.

Don't look at Song Zhiyu's superficial appearance of an outsider who doesn't care about anything and doesn't care about anything, but he is actually a "counseling" person.During the first 27 days of the one-month holiday, he was an unrestrained, free and unrestrained outsider, but what about the last three days of the holiday?Still have to go back to the mundane.As the saying goes, your idols also have to eat, drink and sleep normally, and the sixteen or seventeen-year-old exiled fairy also has to hand in homework.Of course, it is natural and human.

Song Zhiyu coded a row of homework in language, mathematics, foreign language, matter, chemistry, politics, history, geography, and life on the desk of the study committee member Li Shu, but Li Shu still rolled his eyes reproachfully.Li Shu was in the new semester, so he had a standard male student haircut as usual. Under his thick glasses, his eyes were as sharp as before.

"Brother, what's wrong with you this time?" Li Shu's concern was genuine.

"Diarrhea." Song Zhiyu said lazily without raising his head.

"For a week? So long?" Li Shu patted Song Zhiyu's shoulder sympathetically, "You said this person with poor physique really can't afford to get sick!"

"That's right." Song Zhiyu replied casually.

"Speaking of diarrhea, I don't know if you're late, but a transfer student came to our class. He's a pretty handsome guy. Guess what happened on the first day of school? Hehe, he ran to the toilet all day! It made the girl next door Give him the nickname 'Little Prince of the Toilet'!"

Song Zhiyu shook his head: "This title is really unique..."

"It's still a pet name if I can't stand it anymore. Can you see which girl has given me a nickname?" Li Shu actually showed a yearning expression.

Only then did Song Zhiyu raise his head, looked Li Shu up and down, thought for a while, and said, "Since I was a child, no one has ever called you a 'four-eyed frog'?"

After hearing this, Li Shu was furious: "Go away! I'm fine if you say that! Brother, I'm worried for you. Once this kid comes, your position as a class grass will be lost! Brother, you are a handsome young man, but The loss lies in the weak body, and it is still a little inferior to others. After all, those who like your model are still a small group of people who are overflowing with maternal love."

Although at home, Song Zhiyu is not groomed all day long, but in class on weekdays, under the cover of Song's mother's compulsory care and the same school uniform, Song Zhiyu's tall and thin figure, fair face, especially the melancholy and lazy eyes are still popular. Little girls welcome.

Song Zhiyu twitched the corners of his mouth and said perfunctorily, "Then you can give me some data analysis when you have time, so that I can change my image and cater to the market."

"Savior, you finally came to school! Leave your English homework here! Don't listen to that four-eyed nonsense, that guy can do 'eight' better than girls!" A thick male voice cut off the awkward chat.

"No, continue." Song Zhiyu pulled out the English booklet and threw it into the noisy pile of boys in the back seat.I saw a strong arm of Kong Wu stretched out from the crowd of people, and the thick and thick hand connected to the arm firmly caught the "Self-proposed English Questions for the Seventh Middle School".

"Overqualified! Overqualified!" Murong Baobao let out a cry from the soul, "How can you kill a chicken with a butcher's knife! My hands are for playing side by side with Kobe Bryant in the future, not for writing here. ABC's!"

"Then you write NBA. After all, this is the second sentence you can say to Kobe besides 'hello, howareyou?'." The MP3 in the phone, sneered impatiently.

"Guo Nanxing? Is this how you talk to your father?" Murong Baobao slapped Guo Nanxing on the back.If it was in a martial arts novel, Guo Nanxing should have vomited blood and died at this moment.

After entering high school, from the principal down to the teachers in charge of each class, "Gender Defense" is included in the teaching plan, and there are very few opportunities for men and women to sit at the same table.An introverted person like Song Zhiyu squats at home, facing nearly half of the female group, he doesn't know how to approach him at all.

Coupled with the fact that he was sick and did not come to school every now and then, the seat was naturally arranged in the corner of the last row by the window.May I ask which petite and cute girl would be reduced to sitting in the last row?So Song Zhiyu hoped that a tall and burly girl could sit in the empty seat next to him, yes, as long as it was a girl.At least it can give him a little fantasy of adolescence.While thinking wildly, Song Zhiyu stepped into the "boys' zone", walked through the noise, and sat back in his seat.

He slumped on the back of the chair relaxedly, staring blankly at the sky outside the window.Today, there are many clouds and various postures, which make people involuntarily think of many world-famous paintings: women, mostly naked.

Song Zhiyu originally thought that the future would always be like this, writing homework and taking exams; occasionally going to school and running to the hospital; sitting by the window all day long and fantasizing.Life is like stagnant water, which can't be shocked at all, until a big face appears in front of him in the next second.

This person is called Zhou Cheng——Song Zhiyu will be like a shit-stirring existence in his life from now on.This is a person Song Zhiyu does not hesitate to compare himself to "shit", but also to use "shit stirrer" to describe him.Because there is no other word in the world that can be used to describe him more appropriately.

But life didn't know it earlier. At that time, Song Zhiyu stared at the sudden big face, and even thought that God finally heard his call and sent him a tall and burly girl.

Her eyebrows must have been well designed, otherwise, how could they be of moderate thickness, with just the right upward angle, if they were more, they would look frivolous, and if they were less, they would be slightly gloomy.The slightly high brow bone makes the eyes deep, the slightly raised eye ends and the dark brown pupil always give people a feeling of burning eyes and looking forward to everything.There is a cute pointy corner on both sides of her mouth, just a slight grin, you can have a bright smile...

Looking down, um, her neck...he has a raised...round bump on his neck!

Song Zhiyu frowned, and rubbed his temples vigorously with his hands: he may not have talked to girls for so long that something that appeared to be a filter of love appeared.Taking a closer look, the one in front of him is clearly a tall, yellow-haired man with tough facial lines who is not mainstream.

Who would have thought that ten years later, there would be so many non-mainstream yellow hair.Song Zhiyu said that there was no reason for his mood, but in fact, there was a reason for his bad mood.

"What a coincidence!" There was more surprise than surprise in the boy's eyes.

Song Zhiyu just looked out the window and ignored him.I thought to myself, why is this person so happy?There are only a few good high schools in the south of the old city, and it is not uncommon to be able to go to a school where you can drink wontons in a shop.As for being at the same table?The sesame seeds fell into the seams of the needles—it was a coincidence.

"My name is Zhou Cheng, how about you?" Zhou Cheng half-lyed on the table, resting his chin on the arm closest to Song Zhiyu.

Song Zhiyu seemed to finally feel the fiery gaze behind him, and slowly turned his head, still not intending to speak, but then tidied up the table in a trance, and then buried his head in sleep.If it wasn't for Song Ma's urging, Song Zhiyu who stayed up late last night playing games had no plans to come to school today.It is now [-]:[-] Beijing time, and Song Zhiyu feels like his body has been hollowed out, but he doesn't know if this is the same feeling as the advertisement said.

During class, Song Zhiyu turned to the first page of the book and knocked on Zhou Cheng's desk.He scribbled under his name with a ballpoint pen.

According to the conventional routine, a boy with delicate features and gentle manners like Song Zhiyu should be like a person.Even if it's unsatisfactory, it should be a well-behaved little fresh style.But Song Zhiyu just likes to rely on Kuangcao, or the kind of self-created casual body that he has never practiced before.It's okay to be ugly, it's just hard to recognize.The teacher also criticized him a lot for this.

"It's called this." Song Zhiyu said.

"Okay!" But Zhou Cheng recognized it at a glance, even when facing the name written like "Song Sansan".

"What the hell..." Song Zhiyu rolled his eyes, but he was a little happy in his heart.

Is it the same table... Talking is better than nothing... Song Zhiyu thinks it feels good to have someone gossip in class.

After class, Li Shu, who was in the front row, rushed to the last row.

He patted Zhou Cheng on the shoulder and said, "Hey, brother! Go to the bathroom!"

Zhou Cheng nodded, and answered with the wrong lips: "Well, I'll pour water. I'll pour you a glass too." The last sentence was to Song Zhiyu, and Song Zhiyu didn't refuse, and handed the cup to him. he.Zhou Cheng took the water glass and walked out of the classroom, which unsurprisingly elicited an exclamation from the little girl who was staying.

"Hey, brothers, you guys get along very well!" Li Shu sat skillfully in Zhou Cheng's seat, and said next to Song Zhiyu.

"A common tablemate is not as good as your brotherhood." Song Zhiyu casually took out a test paper from the corner of the table and began to do it.

"Don't tell me, brother, you have to know that you are my only brother in this class."

"I'm already writing question No. 20 on this test paper." Song Zhiyu was unmoved.

"The enemy is in front of us, why do you do homework!" Li Shu was unmoved this time.

"Misters," Song Zhiyu cleared his throat and said, "I like studying."

"Why don't you have four eyes that don't understand a man's heart?" Guo Nanxing came over at some point, "Men! Unlike this woman, all men in the world are narcissists. No, you ask Ask Baobao, he still thinks that he is the most handsome in the class just because of his bearish appearance!"

"I don't dare to ask, I didn't borrow him to copy homework when school started, and now he still looks at me as if he wants to swallow me." Li Shu was fiddling with Zhou Cheng's pencil case, "Why, brother Yu Agree with Guo Nanxing's point of view?"

"Yes, I have always thought that I am the most handsome man in the world." Song Zhiyu was typing a draft expressionlessly.

"You may not believe it when you say it, but I also feel that way about myself." Guo Nanxing echoed from the side.

Li Shu felt that he was bored, so he rushed back to his position with a "swoosh".

"Brother Zhiyu! Don't do the twenty questions first! Wait for me!" Li Shu's ethereal voice came from among the girls.This guy is the only boy in the class who has a deskmate of the opposite sex because of his innate advantages—short stature and good at studying.

"Slow down, correct the answer after writing." Song Zhiyu looked down at the messy draft paper, forgetting where he had counted.

"Is it four fifths times the square root of five?"

"Yes." Song Zhiyu solemnly filled in Li Shu's answer after the last equal sign on the test paper.

"Calculating...it's very troublesome..." Song Zhiyu sat down on the table contentedly and continued to date Duke Zhou.