green shell

"Aunt Wang, I'm leaving first." Xiang Yang picked up her schoolbag and smiled at the housekeeper who was cleaning up the dishes: "You don't need to cook for me tomorrow, and my mother won't be back until three o'clock tomorrow, let her have a good rest. "

"Hey, okay, I see, you go slowly." Aunt Wang nodded and smiled.

Xiang Yang closed the door, put on the earphones, and walked to the school.

It's December soon, and it's starting to get a little cold in the morning.Xiang Yang lowered his head, rushed the front of the bicycle towards the gate with no expression on his face, put on his hat, let out a breath, got on the bicycle and walked towards the school.

it's too cold.

"Hey! Xiangyang!"

Xiang Yang parked the car, heard the sound, and raised his head.

"Xiangyang," the little girl with black-rimmed glasses waved at him, "You're here so early again."

It's Mu Ying.

Xiang Yang put on a smile: "What's wrong?"

"There is an event next month, and our class has two programs," Mu Ying sighed: "The little girl in my class discussed about producing a program, and there is only one left, and there are not many boys I know well. I just want to ask you to help me, you are very popular."

"Well, I'll try it." Xiang Yang nodded, "Try my best."

"Okay, thank you." Mu Ying patted Xiang Yang on the shoulder, waited for Xiang Yang to lock the car, and walked to the classroom side by side with him.

When Xiang Yang entered the class, there were not many people in the class.He paid attention to the last row and saw a person wearing headphones lying on the table.

really.

"Xiangyang!"

Xiang Yang withdrew his gaze and looked at Wang Bochen who called him: "Huh?"

"Lend me homework! The structure diagram in English is still something..." Wang Bochen bared his teeth: "Yang Lili is too perverted."

"It's quite abnormal," Xiang Yang put down his schoolbag with a smile, took out his homework and handed it to Wang Bochen: "You're welcome."

"Yangzi, you are my life-saving straw!" Wang Bochen quickly took the homework and copied it down.

"Remember to separate them when you pay later," Xiang Yang said, his eyes wandering to the back row again: "Otherwise..."

The people in the back row have already woken up, looking down at their phones, frowning, looking in a bad mood.

Doubtful way.

Xiang Yang was in a trance for a moment.

He remembered that Lu Yi came to school very early almost every day, and went back very late at night.Xiangyang came very early, but almost every day when Xiangyang came, Lu Yi would sleep on the table.

Xiang Yang is not a curious person, but he wants to know what kind of person Lu Yi is.

Maybe it's because Lu Yi is good-looking, maybe it's because Lu Yi has too much meaning of chasing guests, or maybe it's because... Lu Yi is more or less similar to him, but he behaves differently.

"Otherwise what?" Wang Bochen's voice brought Xiang Yang back to his senses.

"Otherwise... Yang Lili should have found out." Xiang Yang turned his head and added a sentence.

"Oh, I see. Don't you feel relieved when you do things?"

"Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry," Xiang Yang said perfunctorily with a smile, "Come on."

"Hey! Don't sleep! You..."

Before Xiang Yang got down on the ground, he glanced at the back row, and Lu Yi got down again.He secretly regretted it.

Lu Yi has pretty eyes, but I haven't seen them today.

"Xiangyang," Wang Bochen at the back table poked Xiangyang's back with a pen, "Have you brought your correction tape?"

Xiang Yang turned his head slightly with a slight difference: "Are you taking notes?!"

"No, hey, did you bring it?"

Xiang Yang handed him the correction tape: "You didn't take notes, what correction tape do you want?"

"Just... something to write."

Xiang Yang nodded: "Go ahead, write slowly."

Probably a love letter, this kid has been secretly poking at Zheng Ziying in the next class recently during exercises.It doesn't matter, it has nothing to do with him anyway.

Xiang Yang glanced at the back row, Lu Yi was sleeping again, his hair was moving with his breathing.Xiang Yang restrained his smile, turned his head away, picked up the pen, and continued to finish copying the unfinished writing on the blackboard.

"It's so cold, it's so cold," Wang Bochen came in, shrinking his neck, "Oh my god, did you come so early? I thought I came early enough."

"It must be cold in December," Xiang Yang pulled out his earphones, "I got up early today, so I came early."

"Hey," Wang Bochen sat down and poked Xiangyang: "It's not cold with the windows open, I woke up from the cold today."

"It's okay," Xiang Yang turned around, "I'm wearing thick clothes today."

Wang Bochen curled his lips: "Your ears are red."

Xiang Yang was taken aback, and touched his ears unnaturally: "Really?"

"Ang," Wang Bochen nodded, "Hey, but the one next door..."

Xiang Yang was still touching his ears, but his eyes drifted to Lu Yi.Lu Yi was sleeping again, his fingers moving unconsciously.

Didn't see it again.

When is he sober?

Xiang Yang sighed unobtrusively, turned around and closed the window, and said to Wang Bochen, "If you like it, go after it."

"That's okay," Wang Bochen said with a rustling voice, "I haven't prepared my things yet."

"That……"

"Xiangyang Xiangyang," Mu Ying ran over with her schoolbag in her hand, "Has the show been done?"

Xiang Yang was stunned for a moment: "I told Brother Peng, and he said to play a song."

"What song?"

"I don't know," Xiang Yang pushed aside the bangs that fell on his eyes: "I'll ask Brother Peng when he comes."

"Alright," Mu Ying nodded, and put down her schoolbag: "Aren't you going?"

"No," Xiang Yang smiled, "I can't sing well."

"Can……"

"Hey, it's time for class!" Lao Fang, the teacher in charge, patted on the door, his loud voice startled Mu Ying, and the little girl almost didn't jump up.

"My mother scared me to death." Mu Ying quickly sat down and adjusted her glasses: "Why don't I let Lao Fang do it, with this voice."

"Agreed," Wang Bochen echoed vaguely with a small noodle in his mouth, "absolutely number one."

"Wang Bochen!" Lao Fang roared, "It's you again! You should be less poor!"

"Why is it me again..." Wang Bochen twisted his body and lay down.

"Still poor!" Lao Fang walked over with his eyes wide open, "Have you finished your biology homework?"

Wang Bochen was stunned: "...No."

"what?!"

Xiang Yang and Mu Ying looked at each other, and both saw the uncontrollable smile on the other's face.

Lao Fang really has a good voice.

"Sit down in class, get your books ready, and the teacher will remind you how old you are..." Lao Fang saw that the Chinese teacher came, and the volume was also a little lower. He waved his hand and walked out with the lesson plan. Don't forget to say one more sentence: "Listen to the class carefully!"

"Old Fang is really nagging," Wang Bochen said in a low voice, "It's a bit like my mother."

"Agreed," Mu Ying nodded, then turned her head and asked Wang Bochen, "Hey old Wang, do you still have that bun?"

"Yes, what's the matter, Brother Mu want it?" Wang Bochen took out a small bread from the table pocket and handed it to Mu Ying.

"Brother Wang, please." Mu Ying lowered her head, cupped her hands, and took the bun from Wang Bochen's hand.

"Brother Yang, do you want it?" Wang Bochen tugged on Xiangyang's hat.

"Brother Yang ate too much today, let's go to class to digest the food first, Xiao Chenzi, please leave." Xiang Yang waved his hand, picked up his pen and looked at the teacher.

"okay."

"Class! Quiet!" The Chinese teacher put the book on the podium, picked up the paper in the book: "Open the monthly exam paper, and continue with the unfinished questions yesterday."

The Chinese teacher walked to the back row while everyone was taking notes, Xiang Yang didn't pay attention while taking notes, Mu Ying remembered quickly and turned to look.

"Hey Xiangyang," Mu Ying looked at it for a while and then suddenly turned back: "Are you familiar with Lu Yi?"

"Doubtful road?" Xiang Yang hadn't finished remembering: "I don't know you very well, what's the matter?"

"No." Seeing that he was busy, Mu Ying didn't bother, "You remember it first."

"Then let's move on to the next question and appreciate the underlined sentence at the end of the article... The teacher walked forward and walked through the aisle between Xiang Yang and Mu Ying.

"He was sitting on the stone bridge with a bamboo pole in his arms. But he didn't sit calmly. He turned around from time to time and used the bamboo pole to caress the willow tree..."

"Hey Xiangyang." Mu Ying saw that Xiangyang had finished memorizing, and reached out to pat him.

"Huh?" Xiang Yang turned his head away, but didn't take away the pen still wrapped around his hair.Hair should be cut, it's too long.

"Can you help me ask Lu Yi whether he will participate in the performance?" Mu Ying smiled sheepishly: "I think our class should have a very handsome man in the show."

"Do you think Lu Yi is handsome?" Xiang Yang put down his pen and asked.

"Well..." Mu Ying nodded: "It was supposed to be you, but you didn't, so..."

"All right," Xiang Yang laughed, "I'll ask you later, but I'm not familiar with him, so don't have too much hope."

"It's okay." Mu Ying shook her head and cupped her fists: "Thank you, Brother Xiang."

"You are polite." Xiang Yang raised the corner of his mouth.

"...Lu Yi!" The Chinese teacher emphasized his tone, looked at Lu Yi and asked helplessly, "I want to ask you what tricks you used in this sentence."

Xiang Yang followed Mu Ying's eyes and looked back, and happened to meet Lu Yi's eyes.Before Xiang Yang could stop his smile, he stared blankly at Lu Yi.

Lu Yi's eyes are beautiful, the kind of long and narrow peach blossom eyes with very black eyes.It looks very delicate on its own, but combined with the whole face, it becomes less delicate and more fierce.

Probably because of his old frown.

But still nice.

It's really good-looking, no wonder Mu Ying, who can't help being masculine, praises him.

Lu Yi withdrew from this confrontation first, and turned his gaze to the teacher.So Xiang Yang also looked away, and quickly put away his smile.He felt that the tips of his ears were a little hot, and he remembered that his hair was long and could block it, so he reached out and stroked his hair.

My heart beats a little faster.

Terrible.

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happy new year in advance