A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

"You're the one who wants to blow up the school!" The uncle was about to stretch out his hand and drag Song Zhiyu into the school.

"I'm not, I'm not..."

Fortunately, Song Zhiyu was quick-witted, dodged left and right, and escaped the uncle's attack. When he was not paying attention, he ran away without a trace.

……

Standing at the school gate again, Song Zhiyu already felt as if he had passed away.Another year of high school sophomore year, but Song Zhiyu himself was one year younger than ordinary people when he entered school, and now he just returned to the timeline he should have.

The new school is more than twice as big as the No. [-] Middle School nestled in the south of the city. There are dozens of classes in one grade, and it adopts closed management, and they only go home once a month.

The second time I was in the second year of high school, and the second time I divided it into arts and sciences, but in fact there is no difference. Isn’t there a saying?

If I could do it all over again, I would still choose materialization.

When Song Zhiyu arrived at the school a few days later than the scheduled start date, he was naturally the last person to move into the dormitory.When Song Zhiyu arrived, the students were all in class, and there was no one in the dormitory except himself.There are six people in the dormitory, with fans but no air-conditioning, and each floor is equipped with a bathroom accordingly.The school's facilities are all ordinary facilities. If there is anything strange, it may be that there are surprisingly many cameras.

And when you walk a few steps forward, the camera seems to be turning with the pace of the person. Song Zhiyu stopped and looked at it intently for a while, and found that it hadn't moved at all, so he was sure that this was indeed an illusion.

When the roommates came back in the evening, they just greeted Song Zhiyu briefly, and then went back to their cabinets and went to the bathroom with their toothbrushes and towels.It was the first time even Song Zhiyu saw such indifference of human feelings, but he would not be disappointed because of it, rather it would be easier to get along with each other.

At this time, there was a mournful whistle in the corridor, which resounded throughout the building.

There is a clock hanging on the door of each dormitory, Song Zhiyu looked up at the wall clock, it was exactly ten o'clock Beijing time.The roommates who were still tidying up the cabinets sped up their movements after hearing the whistle, and a minute later, several people lined up in an orderly manner at the door of the dormitory.

"Come here quickly!" the roommate standing at the end of the line kindly reminded Song Zhiyu.

After queuing up to the corridor, the roommate glanced at the cameras on both sides and said to Song Zhiyu, "Here, did you see that. This is Big Brother."

It wasn't until the night when the lights were turned off that Song Zhiyu got up to go to the bathroom at night and was dazzled by a huge flashlight as soon as he went out. Only then did he deeply understand what "Big Brother is watching you".

It stands to reason that although the school does not have a holiday for a month, Saturdays and Sundays still exist.You don’t need to take the class, so let’s use it for the general exam. Nine subjects in two days is enough for you to drink a pot, right?

After the exam, the roommate who acted like a robot actually gave Song Zhiyu a note.

"Will you play later?"

"Sorry, I'm not very good at it." Song Zhiyu was obviously taken aback when he saw the note, and subconsciously shook his head.

"Come on, new students, don't you hurry up to get in touch with each other? It's fine if you don't know how to throw it in. Did you see the guy in the fifth row of the second group? His name is Fang Chuan. It looks like bean sprouts and is thinner than you, and it's fiercer than anyone else when you play balloons!"

"But there is a little bad..."

"what?"

"This guy has a quirk. He likes to read poetry while playing!"

……

"One body fought for three thousand miles, and one sword was once a millionaire! Come in!"

"Killing a person in ten steps, you won't stay behind for a thousand miles. When it's over, go away and hide yourself and your name! Hey, I'm in again."

"Shut up, damn it!" Taking advantage of Fang Chuan's reciting a poem after the goal, his roommate had sharp eyesight and quick hands, a monkey took the basketball into his arms, and rushed back with a brisk stride.But just two steps forward, Fang Chuan and his teammates were instantly surrounded by Fang Chuan and his teammates. The roommates looked around. The teammates were either too far away from him, or they were too busy to take care of themselves. Looking around, only Song Zhiyu was walking on the court like an old man. , unguarded.

The roommate feinted a few times, made a few fake moves, and then found an opportunity to pass the ball to Song Zhiyu who was walking.

"Catch the ball!"

Originally, Song Zhiyu standing on the court alone was the same as going through No Man's Land, not attacking, defending, or robbing, and he almost put two hands in his trouser pockets.It should be the first one who can play basketball invincibly.

Song Zhiyu was about to stretch out his hand and scratch his head when suddenly there was an extra ball in his hand.

"Quick, return to defense!" Fang Chuan, who had been robbed of the ball, yelled in regret.

Without time to hesitate, Song Zhiyu used his elbow as the axis, changing the ball from both hands to a one-handed dribble.Things are changing rapidly on the court, even if the roommate's sudden pass just caught everyone off guard, they have already reacted now, and they all ran towards Song Zhiyu's direction.

The ball hit the concrete floor with a healthy and powerful echo, and Song Zhiyu suddenly remembered that he actually knew how to play basketball.When Song Zhiyu's height was farther away from the ball frame than now, he already knew it. The difference is that there is a black sky and a white day, one is alone, and the other is Haohao Ten.

He has always been very talented in sports, and he can learn any sport faster than others.

The movements of the few people in front of me were much slower than those on the TV, Song Zhiyu dodged their siege and came under the basket in a few moments.The ball went into the basket, and there was a slight friction sound against the rope. At this moment, my heart was beating violently, but it was a joy I had never felt before.

"It doesn't feel bad to feel like this..."

"Old Song, I can't tell, you are awesome!" The roommate excitedly shook Song Zhiyu's shoulders, which was completely different from the usual dead face of a robot.

Song Zhiyu pressed the position of his chest indiscriminately, and said, "You guys hit it first, I'll go to the toilet."

The roommate was still immersed in the excitement of finally surpassing Fang Chuan, and hurriedly said: "Success, you go and come back quickly. The seniors next door said that they will play a friendly match with us later."

Before the basketball landed, a new round of offense and defense started without any gaps.

Song Zhiyu didn't go to the toilet, but just sat in the nearby sink for a while. The heart load he imagined due to exercise did not appear. He smiled self-deprecatingly, although he kept pretending to be indifferent on the surface, In fact, I am very cautious in private, and I am very sensitive to some subtle changes in my body.Of course, it's one thing to be sensitive and fearful, but quite another to try hard to die.

After the dog days, an autumn tiger came again. After some exercise, sweat appeared on his forehead.Song Zhiyu unscrewed the slightly rusty faucet, and the water seeping from the pipe was yellow at first, but it turned into a clear and transparent color after running for a while.

While sitting, another boy playing basketball came.As soon as he appeared on the stage, he was covered with steaming mist, like a bun freshly baked from a steamer.He should have noticed Song Zhiyu's gaze, nodded at him, then lowered his head and turned the knob of the faucet to the maximum, taking a few sips of tap water all over his body.He disliked that this was not enough, so he simply pointed his head directly at the running water and rushed wildly, shaking his head while rushing, splashing water everywhere.

Song Zhiyu couldn't dodge in time, and was splashed all over the moment he turned on the tap.

"However, this seems to be very cool..."

Song Zhiyu looked at this bold and unrestrained man, and was a little moved. He followed his example and turned up the faucet, and then slowly moved his head closer to the water splash.

"Calm down! You...you can't do this!"

A familiar voice sounded behind Song Zhiyu, Song Zhiyu almost suspected that he was hallucinating, hesitated for a moment, and looked back.

It was Zhou Cheng who stretched out Erkang's hand.

I don't know where Zhou Cheng got the towel from. Before Song Zhiyu could speak, the blue sports towel covered his head, followed by Zhou Cheng rubbing vigorously.

"How can you wash your hair with cold water? What if you catch a cold? Ah?" It was a familiar voice again.

"I didn't, so let me go." Song Zhiyu said helplessly.

"I don't believe it, you say that every time." Zhou Cheng stubbornly continued to wipe Song Zhiyu's hair.

"If you don't let go, I will be suffocated by the smell of your sweat."

"This... This is new!" Zhou Cheng stopped his hands in embarrassment, but he still chose to slowly lift the blue towel away bit by bit.

Looking at each other, Song Zhiyu saw Zhou Cheng with a silly smile on his face, and asked, "Why are you smirking?"

Zhou Cheng was very shy this time, and said with a smile: "Do you feel that this is a bit like lifting the hijab?"

"No, not at all." Song Zhiyu, with Zhou Cheng's hairstyle scrunched into a bird's nest, answered simply and unfeelingly, thinking in his heart: How can there be a blue hijab in this world, and why are you here? Lift my hijab, didn't I lift it?

Song Zhiyu paused for a while, then continued: "I just want to wash my face to cool off, is it necessary for you to react so strongly? Also, why did you come here?"

Zhou Cheng didn't hear Song Zhiyu's question, staring at Song Zhiyu's clothes that were splashed with water, and shouted:

"Oh, you're wet!"

The big brother next to Zhou Cheng almost lost control of Zhou Cheng's voice, and accidentally knocked his head on the sink table.

Song Zhiyu really wanted to roll his eyes when he heard this, and fainted on the spot, speechless for a moment.

Song Zhiyu was also kicked in the head by Zhou Cheng for a while, and began to speak indiscriminately: "Day, please pay attention to your wording. I'm not only wet, but also wet / What's wrong with tempting you!"

Unexpectedly, the instigator of the incident, Zhou Cheng, said innocently: "It's not good to do this in public, the big brother is still watching from the sidelines."

"Let's go, let's find a place to have a change of clothes." Zhou Cheng pushed him and walked into the dormitory.

Song Zhiyu couldn't help wondering: "You? Are you really Zhou Cheng?"

"Isn't it normal for a foreigner to speak some English?" Zhou Cheng blinked innocently.

The author has something to say:

Zhou Cheng: A few days ago, you still called him Xiao Zhou Zhou, big baby, Xiao Chengzi, why did you become Old Zhou today?

Song Zhiyu: Old Zhou?

Zhou Cheng: Hey!Old Zhou is here~

There is another chapter before twelve o'clock