A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

"Hmm...Actually, there are two kinds of people who walk on the street with the highest turning heads in this world. One is handsome or beautiful enough, and the other is weird people whose behavior is far different from ordinary people." Song Zhiyu stopped and took a peek. Glancing at Zhou Cheng who was walking next to him, seeing that his face was still expressionless, he said again, "But Lao Zhou, you actually possess these two qualities!"

Zhou Cheng's expression seemed to freeze, he seemed to want to touch the top of his head with his hand, but just as he raised his hand, he put it back to the sides abruptly, as if embarrassing.

If there was no Guo Nanxing in the class, Song Zhiyu would probably be the one with the worst mouth.In particular, he can always add some fallacies to the characteristics of his top students, making others have the illusion that every word he utters is quite authoritative.

Zhou Cheng stopped under the notice board at the entrance of the teaching building.

The sixteen-square grid "Hairstyle Legend Prohibited by Our School" is posted in a prominent place on the bulletin board. There are "improper combination of local and foreign styles", "insidious style of listening to politics behind the curtain", and "adult women's perm style"... [Note]

Zhou Cheng pointed to one of them, and said, "Then I should be... this 'not a blade of grass grows light' type."

Song Zhiyu felt slightly embarrassed, didn't know how to answer for a while, hesitated for a moment, and said "Wait for me in the bathroom on the first floor, don't come out!" Then turned and ran out of the school gate.

Except for turning left at the school gate, the third store is a small shop selling daily necessities. There is a shelf at the door of the small shop. Song Zhiyu quickly took off the black hat placed in the front, and then paid the money to return to the first floor of the teaching building on the campus at the speed of light. men's restroom.

"Huh...huh..." Song Zhiyu comforted his unusually active heart and hypnotized his numb brain: "Exercising more is good for your body."

"Zhou...cheng?" Song Zhiyu tentatively called softly.

"I'm here." The door of the innermost pit of the men's toilet opened in response, and a naked head poked out.

"Pfft..." Song Zhiyu still couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

"Ahem." He coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, "Come on, put this on." Song Zhiyu stepped on his feet slightly, and put on the black hat he just bought for Zhou Cheng, met his eyes inadvertently, and unexpectedly I thought he was smiling, not angry at all.

"ABIDAS"

"This is your 'chabao' in return!"

When the two came back, although the bell didn't ring, the classroom was almost full of people.

"What time is it and you don't know how to go back to work?! How long does it take to eat?" Pang Dahai's roar made Song Zhiyu's ears hurt.

"What are you doing standing there stupidly? Go back to your seat and do the questions! Everyone! The first homework will be accepted in half an hour!"

"Yes." Zhou Cheng and Song Zhiyu returned to their seats one after the other.

Zhou Cheng sat in front of the desk, solemnly took out today's math problem from the neat desk, and placed it flat in front of him.When everything is ready and everything is ready, the next thing is to have a thinking mind.

Thinking brains grow on other people's heads, and the closest smart head is Song Zhiyu's.Zhou Cheng silently looked at Song Zhiyu with expectant eyes.

At this time, Song Zhiyu's whole body was like a puddle of mud, lying on the desk full of books of various subjects. The only thing that was incompatible with all these scenes was his hands.A pair of slender and pale hands with clearly visible blue veins exploded at an astonishing speed, galloping across the white paper full of numbers.

"Everyone is watching their homework!" Pang Dahai's voice suddenly exploded around Zhou Cheng like a thunder, and he was so scared that he almost couldn't sit on the bench.

"What kind of hat do you wear indoors! Make a fool of yourself! Take it off!"

Hearing another "snap", before Zhou Cheng could react, Pang Dahai knocked over the brim of his hat, and a brand new shiny marinated egg appeared in front of everyone's eyes unexpectedly.

"Wow—" Surprised all around.

"You are provoking." Pang Dahai changed his usual useless use of his growling body, indicating that his anger had reached the level of "exploding in silence".

"This..." Zhou Cheng touched his head subconsciously. The moment he lowered his head, the watermelon head in the front seat entered his field of vision, and he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Teacher Tang, I didn't do it on purpose, it's just... my wig was blown away by the wind."

Song Zhiyu, who was sitting beside him, couldn't restrain his eyelids from rolling upwards.

"Huh?" Tang Dahai felt that his IQ had been insulted, but he couldn't do it on the spot.He just gritted his teeth and said, "It's best not to let me see your hair grow in those three years!"

Zhou Cheng didn't answer, just blinked his eyes, his eyes exuded natural sincerity.

"Sit down! I will be the first to collect your paper later! I want to see how many questions you can get right."

"Lu Ying! Zhang Zhipeng! The second and the third!" Tang Dahai recalled the past, and he shouted out two more names angrily.He is no longer a rookie who has only been teaching for a year, and he will never believe the nonsense of these students again!Thanks to his concern, he also asked Lu Ying to drink more pork rib soup to grow black hair, and asked Zhang Zhipeng, a purebred little red guy from N City, to introduce Cuban customs and customs!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he decided to go back to the office to calm down.

"Li Shu looked at the class!"

At this time, Li Shu and Zheng Xiaohong in the front row were having a good time passing the note, and Lu Ying's back was being poked by Lu Ying's murderous ballpoint pen.

The heavy footsteps of the sea gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor, and the closed office door marked that this demon was indeed far away from the classroom of Grade [-] and [-].

Li Shu raised his left arm seemingly unintentionally, and a plane like a math test paper landed on his desk smoothly.

And Zhou Cheng watched helplessly as Song Zhiyu folded the completed test papers into a paper airplane with a fine structure, and flew towards Li Shu's seat.

Song Zhiyu also felt Zhou Cheng's gaze on him, and said slowly: "I can only blame you for being late, old Zhou, our industrial chain is already complete enough."

"Then how can I join you?" Zhou Cheng was thoughtful.

"It's very simple, with excellent ability and my mood." Song Zhiyu played with a fine upper body, like a sophomore in junior high school.

"What about Li Shu? Why did you take such a big risk to pass the supplies to him in the front row?" Zhou Cheng also asked cooperatively.

"Firstly, this kid's strong obsession with answers can improve my correct rate, and secondly, the test papers are bound to be circulated among the girls around him. I can also take advantage of the trend to gain a sense of presence in the female circle."

"That's it." Zhou Cheng lowered his head slightly, the brim of his hat covered his handsome face, and he couldn't see his mood at the moment.

"A handsome old man like you won't understand the mentality of ordinary men like us who want to rely on their talents to win." Song Zhiyu pretended to be heartbroken and lay on Zhou Cheng's shoulder.

Watermelon Head, who was eavesdropping on the conversation of the two in the front seat, heard Song Zhiyu's words, immediately turned around and gave him a blank look, and raised his middle finger to express his contempt.

"Old dog Song, you have to speak with your conscience!" Watermelon head Zhang Zhipeng was heartbroken.

Song Zhiyu pretended not to see it at all, and instead rubbed Zhou Cheng's shoulder like a girl, but there was no shyness on his face: "I can't say no to everyone, I always have some personal standards. .If Lao Zhou is a woman, I like him like this."

"It's a pity, your old Zhou is a bald man now." Guo Nanxing, who was collecting Chinese homework, passed by here, and abruptly snatched Zhang Zhipeng's lines.Strange to say, it seems that wherever there is a flaw, there is Guo Nanxing.

"Stop being gay here, hand in your homework!" Guo Nanxing urged.

"Come on, Zhou. I'll reward him with two Chinese essays~" Song Zhiyu was still leaning on Zhou Cheng's shoulder, talking nonsense in a serious manner.

Zhou Cheng handed the homework to Guo Nanxing mechanically, and then returned to the original posture, as if he had never moved.

"Since Lao Song has a tablemate, his coquettishness has increased by more than eight degrees!" Zhang Zhipeng clicked his lips.

"That also depends on who the tablemate is and what he looks like. If it's you, I won't be able to make a fuss."

Song Zhiyu was noncommittal, and he took out a new math test paper from the junkyard-like drawer.He still leaned against Zhou Cheng, looking at the question.

"What kind of paper is this?" Zhou Cheng asked curiously. Although his eyes turned to the test questions, the position of his head didn't change much. He kept a certain distance from Song Zhiyu, as if he didn't dare to get closer.

"This one, the weekend homework that Li Shu stole from the math teacher's office." Song Zhiyu answered casually, hooking Zhou Cheng's chin with his right hand holding the pen, "If you serve the young master well, you will have a share of the answer. "

"Okay." Zhou Cheng just opened his mouth slightly, and the sharp corners of his mouth couldn't wait to bend into a beautiful arc.

Song Zhiyu, a modern dark race, suddenly felt dizzy from his bright smile.

By the way, how can there be any reason why a master should be molested by a concubine?Song Zhiyu muttered dissatisfied in his heart.

Note: A Weibo joke that has been circulating for a long time