A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

The wake-up bell at 05:30 in the morning is like a ghost, and the bell explodes thousands of walking dead lying on the bed.One after another sit-ups are performed in the dormitory every day.Song Zhiyu didn't know what posture he used to get down from the upper bunk, and he took the toiletries to the bathroom to brush his teeth like a wandering soul. During this period, he could even open his eyes without even opening his eyes.

When I came back, there was only one roommate in the room, who was still lying on the bed with his butt pouted. He seemed to be sleeping soundly, and he smacked his mouth from time to time.

Song Zhiyu hesitated for a moment or poked him with his finger: "The time is coming."

"Ah!" The roommate woke up suddenly and asked in a panic, "What time is it?"

Song Zhiyu glanced at the clock on the dormitory door: "Five fifty."

"Ah, what to do, it's too late!" The roommate hurriedly began to put on clothes, and in a hurry, he even got the front and back of the clothes wrong, adding to the chaos.

He gritted his teeth and made a painful decision: "Time is tight, I can only reluctantly stop brushing my teeth!"

"Farewell." Song Zhiyu glanced at a shadow on his pillow cover with the corner of his eyes.

Get up at 05:30, run in the morning at six o'clock.The whole school from the first year to the third year was crowded on the playground, and the overall walking speed was no different from that of an old lady walking on her feet. Naturally, Song Zhiyu didn't need to ask for leave.

By the time we arrived at the playground, there were already a lot of people. According to the rigid requirements, everyone must recite different subject knowledge points before starting the exercise.

Zhou Cheng also passed by Song Zhiyu's class intentionally or unintentionally today, but the unintentional passing through ten classes and half the playground is really quite unintentional.

Zhou Cheng: "Morning."

Song Zhiyu nodded: "Morning."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Cheng quickly whispered into Song Zhiyu's ear and said, "See you at the stairs on the third floor at [-] o'clock tonight."

Song Zhiyu raised his eyebrows unconsciously, and joked, "What? Can you escape this time?"

Zhou Cheng grinned: "Today is different. If there is no opportunity, we must create an opportunity. Don't worry, it will be fine."

"Different today? What's different?" During the run, Song Zhiyu chewed this sentence repeatedly.

"Stop talking, I want to sing." The classmate next to him couldn't help but said to Song Zhiyu.

……

"Everyone be more sober, there is still [-] years before the college entrance examination... I'm sorry, I am not sober, I forgot that you are in the second year of high school, pretend I didn't say it." He almost slammed his head on the door frame.

There is a pond under the teaching building. A month ago, there were carp and lotus in the pond.It is said that before the college entrance examination, every student will come here to pretend to make a wish, and if they pass the exam, they will come back to repay the wish.

But just a month ago, a student who was physically and mentally exhausted accidentally fell into the water during his evening self-study. Fortunately, he could swim and the water was not deep, so he stood up with a few splashes and it was over.But then, for some unknown reason, this matter made the local newspaper, and it also sparked a big discussion about whether strict education should exist. The school simply ordered the pond to be buried.

The original clear pond was abruptly stirred into lava chocolate.

Song Zhiyu doesn't really care about this, maybe it's because of his innate aesthetic ability, or he simply thinks it's too naive to make a wish in a small broken pond, so he never believes it.

"The big thing is wrong! Teacher Zhang fell into the pond, no, it's in the mud!" A classmate leaned out of the window and shouted, his night vision ability is quite strong.As soon as these words came out, countless students poked their heads out of the window to watch the grand scene.

Teacher Zhang crawled out of the quagmire in embarrassment, and waved helplessly in the face of the eager eyes of hundreds of students: "Everyone, don't look at it, the teacher is fine, the teacher is just a little... unlucky."

A clay figurine was crying, but it was too dark and no one knew about it.

"Believe it or not, there is no more quagmire this time. If you look again next month, the swamp will turn into concrete." The student in the front seat whispered to the student next to him.

"Ah, it's a pity, I still want to pray for my senior before the exam." A girl said disappointedly.

"Which senior is it this time?"

"None of your business."

Song Zhiyu put on the earplugs silently to stop himself from paying attention to this topic.

Under the night, the most eye-catching place in the school is a black LED display screen with scarlet luminous characters on it, which reads: Countdown to the college entrance examination.

After checking the dormitory for the second time, Song Zhiyu tiptoed out of the dormitory when he heard the sound of the housekeeper coming down the stairs, leaving the door a little open.

When Song Zhiyu arrived, Zhou Cheng had already straddled the steps boldly, and a certain place was still glowing strangely from a distance.

"Choose such a place?"

"The monitoring here is broken, so it's easy to move around."

"Sit down quickly, I'll show you a big baby." Zhou Cheng urged Song Zhiyu, "Hurry up, it's almost midnight."

"I'm not coming, I have it myself."

After finishing speaking, Song Zhiyu moved closer to Zhou Cheng: "What is it?"

Zhou Cheng held a luminous pocket object in the palms of both hands. After Song Zhiyu approached, he enlarged the gap, and inside was half of a lit red candle.The flickering candlelight was reflected in Zhou Cheng's eyes, which were very transparent and even more smiling.

Zhou Cheng asked: "Do you remember what day it is today?"

Song Zhiyu pretended to be thoughtful and said, "I just remembered, the countdown to the college entrance examination is [-] days."

"Happy birthday."

"Although the conditions are a bit tough, birthdays are still to be celebrated." Zhou Cheng paused for a moment and added, "I asked the class monitor for the candles after the school's power outage last time. Come, make a wish and blow out the candles. The cake will wait for this month I'll make up for you when you're on vacation."

The way the students count the days is a little different. Others count the days in circles on the calendar, while they count the seven days from Monday to Sunday.Not only Song Zhiyu, but most people only know what day of the week it is, not what day it is.

Song Zhiyu was very moved in his heart, the feeling of being missed by others was not too bad after all, he couldn't help sniffling, his perennially listless eyes were now staring at Zhou Cheng seriously.

"You know I'm... sick, right?"

Zhou Cheng didn't know Song Zhiyu's intention in saying this, so he just nodded his chin in a small and imperceptible way.

Song Zhiyu saw the changes in the other party, sighed and said: "Oh, then you should know that I can't have too frequent mood swings, such as being moved."

With a sigh, the candle's fire went out.

"You...have you made a wish? How about I order it again?" Zhou Cheng reached out to find the lighter in his trousers pocket as he spoke, but failed several times.

"No, it's already agreed." Song Zhiyu held Zhou Cheng down, speaking in a barely perceptible voice.

"What wish?" Zhou Cheng asked subconsciously, and immediately stopped himself: "You can't say it, it won't work if you say it."

Song Zhiyu tilted his head noncommittally, disapproving of this superstition of modern people.

The moment of light disappeared and the darkest moment ushered in. Both sides stopped talking at the same time, only the sound of breathing intersected with each other, and there was always a restless factor in invisible places, which made people inexplicably nervous.

"I want to kiss you." Zhou Cheng was also a little nervous.

"Just kiss me, why did you tell me in advance?"

"Be mentally prepared."

When kissing, Song Zhiyu stubbornly held Zhou Cheng's hand in his arms, trying to push him away because of unsteady breathing, but at the same time tightly holding each other's hand, he has always been a very contradictory person.

Zhou Cheng: "I still want to..."

"Stop, I can't think about it anymore!" After parting, Song Zhiyu slowly adjusted his breathing.

Zhou Cheng yawned uncontrollably: "But I can't help it, I want to sleep."

"Oh, get lost." Song Zhiyu was half-holding on the railing, ready to stand up.

Zhou Cheng didn't intend to move at all, instead he leaned back and lay down on the sloping stairs, with one hand resting on the back of his head, and the other hand laying straight and flat, leaving a gap between the two. vacancy.

He smiled and said to Song Zhiyu: "Your boyfriend is sending you an invitation to share the same bed."

Song Zhiyu looked at the mentally retarded expression on his face, thinking in his heart: You really don't feel panicked?

"Come, come, just lie down for a while." Zhou Cheng patted the ground with his palm expectantly, "The bed in the dormitory is designed in a very inhumane way, and I usually shrink my body when I sleep, and I don't dare to turn over , very uncomfortable."

"Childish, just for a while." Song Zhiyu sat back again as if I had nothing to do with you, hesitated for a while, and lay down beside him like Zhou Cheng.In the darkness without sunlight, the thin figure lying on the side has a slight and smooth concave curvature at the waist.

"If you think I'm naive, don't smile so sweetly yourself." Zhou Cheng sacrificed an arm to Song Zhiyu as a pillow, and saw the expression on his face from the corner of his eyes.

"I didn't." Song Zhiyu immediately restrained his expression, but before three seconds passed, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise again.

"Old Zhou?"

"Ok?"

"It's been a real pleasure getting to know you."

"Really." Zhou Cheng moved closer to Song Zhiyu, "I think so too."

But the good times didn't last long, and after a while, the two of them sneaked back to their dorms because the stairs were too hard and the ground was too cold.

When I went out the next day, the countdown on the huge display had changed from "101" to "100".The senior high school students who were nestled in the classroom were kicked out and participated in the [-]-day swearing-in meeting on the playground.

For the first time, the headmaster's statement became exciting at a specific point in life.Clenching his fists to his ears, he yelled out the oath of youth. It is rare for a student who is laughing and out of shape on weekdays to contribute a bit of perseverance from his face.

When passing by the pond under the teaching building, Song Zhiyu quietly threw a coin into it, clasped his hands together, as if he was praying for someone.

The author has something to say:

This is the end of the main text, but I will also write extras, such as the class reunion after the exam, the daily life after marriage (fog), and the like.

Ashamed to say, in fact, the setting of this article at the beginning is a story of forced love.Later, it may be because Da Chengzi was written too simple and kind, and I couldn’t bear to let him commit crimes. The classmates around me were obviously cute, and I couldn’t bear to make them black. Xiao Song’s classmate was obviously very sunny, and I couldn’t bear to let him be gloomy. In the end it turned into a fun story.

When I was in high school, the news was really blocked. I basically didn’t know anything, and I didn’t learn anything in my studies. Every day, I just laughed silly with a few classmates sitting next to me.A few days ago, I learned from my classmates that our school also had school bullies. I always thought this was a character that only appeared in novels.

Regarding the relationship, the relationship between the two protagonists is very simple.Maybe I vaguely know that they have more or less unhappy pasts, but this is not the main tone of their growth.Playing around with classmates, writing test papers, suddenly there is someone I like, and then I look forward to meeting him every day at school, it is very beautiful.Regarding the characters, I am sorry that I failed to write many places that I wanted to show.The kind that pinches out a lot of signs of wanting to make trouble in the front and hardly knows how to write, and then says sorry while typing.Not to mention, what is written is what it is, and my own supplements and explanations after the fact are not the story itself.

Although there was a martial arts article that I wrote a little bit before, it was a pit, (I really love Shan Li, I’m sorry, I’m sorry) rounding it up is considered the first article, there are many shortcomings, please bear with me, I will work hard to improve myself.I would also like to thank all the great angels for throwing mines, nutrient solution and various messages to me. I am really grateful, thank you very much!

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Finally, I have a small hope: Can I not cancel the collection temporarily after reading it, I also really want to have a half price or even enter V...

New book: "Quick Transmigration" is tentatively titled. It is a short story about opening a bookstore in a small town in the Northland and traveling through time and space.This time, I will save the manuscript first, write 20 and [-] before sending it (hope it is not a FLAG)