A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

It seems that there has never been a darker day than today.Because it was too dark, the morning meeting was naturally cancelled, and the whole school broadcast was used instead.

"Hey, hey, can you hear me?" Hai Hai repeatedly adjusted the microphone in the radio station, asking his soul over and over again, as if he could hear others answering.

"Okay, you can hear me. I'll start talking now—" The headmaster took another half a minute to clear his throat, and he was the first one who could still hum when he cleared his throat.After the end, it is very contagious, so that everyone who hears it can't help but learn from him.What he said was nothing more than clichés, even the teachers themselves didn't pay attention to it, and kept telling their students not to listen carefully, and the last word is to seize all the time to study.

"The above is the list of outstanding students for this midterm exam. Song Ziyu, Song Zhiyu, Tong Wen, Li Shu, Zhao Suanran, Guo Nanxing, Wang Duxing, etc., please gather at the small playground on time after the second period. Take a unified photo."

The principal was still reading the list, but Tong Wen hesitated again and again and secretly wrote a note and stuffed it on the back table.He waited for a long time until the Mediterranean finished singing the symphony with his throat, but there was no response from the people behind him.Finally, Tong Wen couldn't help but look back, and as expected, Song Zhiyu was sleeping again.

Tong Wen looked as if he hated iron for being weak, and said, "If you spend half of the time you usually sleep on studying, how can you be reduced to the second place in the whole grade!"

Song Zhiyu's eyes were still dim, and he said lazily: "Tsk, look at what you said, it's so disgusting. If you shout this out loud, believe it or not, someone will rush over to beat you...and me."

Tong Wen blushed, and said, "I...Of course I didn't mean that. It's just that he's too arrogant, and I can't get angry." Tong Wen was referring to Song Ziyu's first place in the exam, and it was fine, and he went to the school's post bar in a hurry When I opened the post, I basically said: Except for me, all of you here are rubbish.

Song Zhiyu returned to the good class in arts and sciences, and his grades were also among the best as expected, but it is not easy to get the first place every time. Although he still looks calm and breezy in normal times, he actually spent a lot of effort on his studies. No less than others.

Competing with him is Song Ziyu, he seems to be a damn genius, the kind of genius who can leave Song Zhiyu behind as long as he is serious.In contrast, Song Zhiyu, who is frail and sick and studies diligently every day, is an inspirational ordinary person.

Do you want to be so hardworking and inspirational?What you want is genius.

Song Zhiyu didn't change his sleeping position, and reached out to reach Tong Wensai's note in front of him.Open the yellow sticky note: Are you willing?Tong Wen's rigid italic script addition really has a shocking effect.

Song Zhiyu was unmoved, curled his lips and said to Tong Wen: "To tell you the truth, I am tired of studying. Now when I read a book, my head hurts, my chest feels tight, and I cough when I am not paying attention. I guess I am probably already sick. Useless. Step on my corpse and move forward, and the task of securing the second and the first will be entrusted to you."

"It just so happens that you are all here, the teacher asked me to collect your mottos so that they can be pasted under the photos on the bulletin board." said the monitor wearing glasses.

Tong Wen glanced at Song Zhiyu angrily, and wrote down on the paper provocatively: I am from Penghao. PS: I want to be the first.

"I don't have a motto." Song Zhiyu said to the class monitor after thinking for a while.

The squad leader smiled wryly and said, "Then just write one."

Seeing Song Zhiyu scribbling on the paper before hastily handing over the paper, Tong Wen said to him with a disappointed face: "If you don't have big ambitions, how can you make things happen."

"Wait, I want to see what that person wrote?" Tong Wen suddenly thought of something, just as he was about to grab the monitor's clothes, he didn't know that this person slipped faster than anyone else, and he disappeared long ago.

Looking at Song Ziyu who was sitting in the center of the classroom, he was putting his palms together seriously, chanting words, consecrating Guo Nanxing's never-ending pen.Only Guo Nanxing, who was sitting across from him, showed embarrassment, because Song Ziyu was chanting: "I am the best, I am the best."

……

Some time ago, Guo Nanxing, who was notified and criticized for chattering in public places like the cafeteria, recently became dumb with expressive faces when eating.He picked up a yellow liquid object with his chopsticks and shook it twice, feeling miserable.

Murong Baobao explained from the side: "Stir-fried pineapple is sweet or not, what the hell is that? It's so unpalatable!" Guo Nanxing nodded in agreement.

Zhou Cheng asked, "Why don't you speak?"

Guo Nanxing looked at the girl with the red armband behind him, and Murong Baobao immediately understood, and translated: "Damn, I was targeted by that stinky bitch!" Guo Nanxing was a little dissatisfied with this way of speaking, but still nodded .

Zhou Cheng asked again: "Why didn't Song Zhiyu come with you?"

Guo Nanxing thought for a while, straightened his tongue, coughed twice, and then leaned back.

"I know this image. He is dead." Murong Baobao translated.

Zhou Cheng's face darkened.

"What the hell are you translating here? Did I ask you to translate for me? You said the table is so greasy, can I lie on it?" Guo Nanxing hit Baobao with his elbow as he said that.

"Old Song said he was a little tired and needed to sleep for a while. As you know, he is like a walking air quality detector. If you look at the day outside today, he must have exploded. By the way, he And specifically asked me not to bother him." Guo Nanxing said to Zhou Cheng.

"I'm done eating, so I'm going back first." After hearing this, Zhou Cheng's complexion sank again, his uneasy expression was visible to the naked eye, but he still didn't forget to tidy up the lunch box and put it on the dining car before leaving.

This is not the first time Zhou Cheng has set foot on the science building. In fact, he has pretended to be a passer-by and walked past Song Zhiyu's classroom many times, and he secretly turned his head to look at the people nestled in the corner of the classroom during the ten seconds he passed.

At this point, everyone was eating, and there was no one else in the classroom except Song Zhiyu, so Zhou Cheng walked in tiptoe.

Song Zhiyu's sleeping position is a bit funny. He sits on the side of the wall by himself, leaving the whole table alone, but he wants to drill into the corner between the tiles and the table. He thinks he is a gopher who can drill holes. ?Zhou Cheng gently moved Song Zhiyu's head away, and put his hand between the wall and Song Zhiyu, and the back of his hand immediately felt the coldness from the tiles.Even when he was asleep, Song Zhiyu still didn't give up covering his face with a mask. Zhou Cheng gently pulled down the mask with his free hand, exposing his nose so that he could breathe unobstructed, but he saw that one side of his cheek was a little red. unusual.

Just when he wanted to check further, Song Zhiyu seemed to have noticed something strange, frowned and moved his body, unconsciously, he seemed to take the initiative to rub against Zhou Cheng's arms.Zhou Cheng also took the opportunity to wrap him in his arms, but the action was just halfway through.

"Strange, where did I put my USB flash drive..." Zhang Yongxiang walked into Class 2 ([-]) with his head depressed, and looked up at Zhou Cheng who was sitting at the back of the classroom.

"I seem to be in the wrong class." Zhang Yongxiang exited the classroom as if he had been turned upside down, but when he looked up, it really said Class Two (2) on it.

Zhang Yongxiang pointed at Zhou Cheng: "No! Let me think about it, you, you, you are the one..."

Zhou Cheng was flustered for a while, looking at Song Zhiyu in his arms, his brows furrowed deeper, as if he was about to wake up, while Zhang Yongxiang on the podium pointed to his hand getting closer, with a look of "I'll catch you all, immediately!" As if he was about to be sent out to deal with the law, he made a move that he couldn't even imagine in his desperation.

He put his raised index finger in the center of his lips, and made a silent motion to Zhang Yongxiang: "Shhh—"

Zhang Yongxiang was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his voice and growled, "Get out of here!"

Zhou Cheng withdrew his hand from the crack in the wall, tiptoely rolled out of the classroom of Class 2 ([-]) of high school, and ran into Tong Wen who had returned from washing chopsticks.Looking at the unfamiliar face, Tong Wen also had a trace of doubt in his heart, did he go to the wrong shift?

"Oops, didn't I come to ask Xingshi why he didn't eat lunch again?" Zhou Cheng beat his head angrily.

Song Zhiyu rubbed his eyelids that were a little swollen from sleeping, wondering if he had traveled through time and space because of his sleep, the back of the person who just walked out of the classroom door actually looked a bit like Zhou Cheng's.

"Eh, someone at the door asked you if you had eaten?" Tong Wen said to Song Zhiyu in a nonchalant manner.

……

In the afternoon class, there has been a secret message circulating: the evening self-study may be canceled tonight.The original version is like this, saying that the weather today is too bad, so tonight's evening self-study is cancelled.The version circulated in the middle is this: because of the smog, not only tonight's evening self-study has been cancelled, but classes will simply be suspended in the next few days. As for what the smog is, it remains to be discussed.

But I don’t know who’s mouth the word changed, and finally it directly became: Do you know why the weather is so bad recently?Because the end of the world is coming and the school is going to die.

Everyone is almost an adult, who would believe such groundless things after going through 2012?But this news did buy the seeds of hope in everyone's heart, and the closer the time came to school, the more restless they became.

The last class is a Chinese class. Most of the Chinese class has no sense of existence in the hearts of this group of science students. In addition, the Chinese teacher himself is a man with weak language and no sense of existence. Everyone discusses this matter without restraint. coming.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Guo Nanxing, who had already packed his schoolbag, was ready to run away.Unexpectedly, Zhang Yongxiang was alone like a dark cloud.

Zhang Yongxiang said sharply: "Sit down! Who told you that school is over?"

There was a burst of frustration everywhere, and in his heart he took out the person who spread the false news and flogged his corpse.

"Quiet, let's leave after the other classes have left!" Zhang Yongxiang changed his style.

"I have taken out my 40-meter broadsword, is it still too late to take it back?"

"Happiness came so suddenly, I actually hope that this weather will last forever."

The author has something to say:

When the smog was just popular, I really let the smog go on holiday (Watching the sky)

PS: It is expected that around fifty chapters will be finished.