really want to be with you

Leaving the small shop, there were more than [-] people walking in twos and threes, scattered, and I don't know who suggested it. The singing sounded slowly and loudly, echoing on the empty road.

It is one o'clock in the morning, there is no one on the road, the empty asphalt road, the warm yellow street lamps, only these people are still pressing the road, howling and singing loudly, they came to the east wall of the Academy of Fine Arts in a mighty way.

As for...why not go through the main entrance.

He's not a young man yet, he's very angry, he just feels handsome when he has to climb over a wall to get in.

Yang Ying watched the students turn over one after another, and looked worriedly at Wang Yingjie who was eager to try: "Xiaoying, can you crawl over in sandals?"

Wang Yingjie said while crawling, "It's okay, isn't there someone following up? Don't panic, you should hurry up."

Yang Ying didn't force her anymore, she said "Go up" to Fu Yu, and climbed up the leaky grid. After all, a boy with long legs and long hands is strong and vigorous, but the girls are still climbing up. By the time it hit the ground, it had already simply jumped and fell to the bottom.

One of the girls was wearing a bright red skirt and just climbed to the top, but the boys watching from below started to boo, "Oh, Qi Shanshan, aren't you afraid of being exposed like this?"

Qi Shanshan wasn't shy either, and said in a choked voice: "You guys are not flirtatious, I'm wearing underwear, I'm not going to get naked, I don't care about you, I'm going down."

"Ouch..."

A group of active boys are still booing, but they are not very energetic. It is already early in the morning, and they are still so energetic.

Yang Ying smiled and stretched out her hand to the girls who were slowly climbing down, and held them very strongly, making them jump off the wall slowly, which is not a gentleman's job.

After a while, after everyone came in, everyone set off in a mighty way, and began to sweep the Academy of Fine Arts.

It was very dark, and there were no street lights in the Academy of Fine Arts in the early morning. Yang Ying held Fu Yu's hand and could only experience the scenery of the Academy of Fine Arts with his senses.

The cicadas were singing, the breeze was blowing, and the sound of the slightly undulating water was blowing. Apart from the natural sounds, the others were only the noise of their group.

No one turned on the flashlight on the mobile phone, just walked quietly on the road, chatting occasionally.

I saw Yu Jin, who was still lagging behind, stepped forward and said to Yang Ying in a low voice: "Yang Ying...I'm a little annoyed now, tell me, what should I do with my grades, this time it's the last one, I'm I don’t even know if it’s right to come to learn choreography or directing.”

Yang Ying squeezed Fu Yu's hand, motioned him to stop talking, and then said, "Then let me ask you, do you like choreographers?"

Yu Jin stared at Yang Ying, his eyes sparkling, with a desire that is not difficult to find, "Of course, my mother didn't want me to come, I wanted to come, and now I see this result, I always feel that it can't match mine. Enthusiasm, if you ask for leave from school to study in November, but you don’t get anything and your grades drop, wouldn’t it be worth the candle?”

"But...you really like it, and didn't you say it? You came to learn it just because you like it. If you look at it too utilitarianly, then it is not pure, and, the third year of high school It takes a long time, no matter what, as long as you work hard, your grades will not be a problem." Yang Ying paused, and then said, "The most important thing is that you don't want to part with it."

Yu Jin fell silent, and didn't speak anymore, but just retreated silently.

Yang Ying didn't care anymore, after all, he had to think about these things by himself.

Suddenly, the students in front exclaimed and turned on the flashlights one after another.

"Look! Does this look like Weng Yixiao, my God!"

It turned out to be a construction-induced event.

Short hair, straight bangs, big eyes, the whole person is stupid, plus Weng Yixiao is still standing in front of it, the same mushroom head, the same eyes, it looks alike!

Everyone laughed, Weng Yixiao wasn't shy, and was still instructing, "Hurry up! Take a picture of my sister, she's so beautiful!"

With a sound of "click—" under the flash, the photo was created.

However......

Just when everyone was about to go forward, someone said, "The security guard is here! Everyone go back!"

Seeing this, everyone immediately turned off the flashlights in a hurry, and ran back one after another, only the light that was on at the back was still flickering desperately, and a faint sentence came, "Don't run!"

With jubilant running and giggling laughter, this in-depth exploration of the Academy of Fine Arts came to an end.

For Yang Ying, on the final run, holding hands tightly, panting heavily, and looking at each other with a smile is the last impression of this party.

......

The end of the choreography course means the end of the summer vacation and the beginning of the third year of high school.

On this day, Yang Ying tidied up her things in the hut, looked at the bed together before walking out of the room with Fu Yu, and rode a bicycle to the school where they had been away for a month.

As soon as she entered the class, Yang Ying was frightened. There were piles of books on the desks of the students, and there were countless rolls of paper on the floor. The students who arrived first did not laugh together, but Sitting quietly on the seat and writing the paper, the whole person will be buried in the sea of ​​study.

Li Ran was reciting the necessary ancient poems in Chinese silently. When he heard the sound, he turned around and saw Yang Ying, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Brother! You are too disrespectful! You have asked for leave for making up classes during the summer vacation! You don't know how boring those few days were, and you were forced to do questions by Xiaoyu every day. You see, I lost weight." Li Ran put down his book and pointed complained, looking at his strong arms.

"..." Yang Ying was speechless, just wiped the dust off the desk and chair, and said after seeing a lot of rolls in the desk hole: "Li Ran, what the hell is this?"

Li Ran smiled, "Of course it's the papers from those few days, isn't it cool? There are so many that you can even wipe your butt/butt."

Yang Ying looked at Fu Yu's desk hole, and after noticing a pile of papers that were not in order, she pointed at her messy desk hole angrily and said, "What do you mean! Treat them differently."

Li Ran didn't take it seriously, "Tsk tsk, it's good to let it go for you, but it's difficult to ask for so many."

Yang Ying was speechless, she just raised her fist and threw it at Li Ran, come on, let's beat him fat first and talk, if he can do it, he will never force him.

......

After arguing for a while, Yang Ying didn't let up until the teacher came, obediently took out the Chinese book, turned to the designated place for Fu Yu's page, and started reading.

Afterwards, the day's classes also began.

I am used to taking courses that are written and directed casually. After such a boring and complicated cultural class, Yang Ying can't sit still. In addition, she has to sit in her seat for a whole day, which is even more tiring.

So, before a few lessons, Yang Ying revealed his true form, quietly took out a red string from his pocket, poked Fu Yu's arm with his hand without turning his head, and said like a mosquito: "Fu Yu, let's play flower rope."

Fu Yu put down the pen in his hand, glanced at the simple examples on the blackboard, and agreed.

Seeing that Fu Yu agreed, Yang Ying cheerfully put her hands down, tied the two ends of the red rope together, and winked at Fu Yu, "Fu Yu, can you?"

Fu Yu raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "Of course."

After listening, Yang Ying wove a pattern of round red rope and raised an eyebrow at Fu Yu.

Fu Yu was right, took it with his fingers, and turned it into another trick.

......

"Hey, you're wrong, you're wrong, don't turn it over like this." Just as Yang Ying was talking excitedly, an unusually serious voice came from behind, "Then how do you turn it over?"

Yang Ying was not suspicious, and replied: "Of course..."

Before finishing speaking, Yang Ying received Fu Yu's eyes, and immediately reacted, put away the red rope with a face of horror, and very well-behaved, facing the table, said: "Of course I don't know."

"..." Zhu Hui coughed, put the book on Yang Ying's table, and said calmly, "Well, seeing that you guys like to play so much, I'll let you play enough, go stand outside, stand up Come to the next class, remember, the red string will tie your two hands, and you can play as much as you want at once."

After all, Zhu Hui directly kicked Yang Ying and the two out, so embarrassed that even an old rascal like Fu Yu was ashamed.

Standing in the corridor, under the supervision of Zhu Hui, the two of Yang Ying tied the red rope to their hands. One left hand and one right hand matched each other very well.

Obviously it was punishment, but Zhu Hui inexplicably felt that the two of them standing there were weird and out of harmony, but she didn't understand either. She just told them to go back after the next class, and went to class by herself.

Standing in the corridor, Yang Ying moved her hands with an innocent face, "Hey, I didn't know I would find out."

Fu Yu also regained his composure, "It's okay, that's the end of that post."

"..." Yang Ying thought of the post that was on the top so far, and felt a headache, "It's all right now."

Fu Yu leaned against the wall, listened to the lectures of other teachers, and smiled indifferently, showing the demeanor of the grass of the high mountains.

That's great, it saves me from receiving love letters.

But when Fu Yu thought that he could no longer rely on love letters to collect benefits, he pursed his lips in disappointment.

.......

After class, the corridors began to be lively. When the students who were leaving get out of class passed by them, they looked at their hands tied with red strings with such eyes, especially the girls, whose eyes were shining so frighteningly.

And their little friend Li Ran was not idle either, he walked out of the class after class to laugh at them.

"Yang Ying, Yang Ying, you also have today, let alone, you two are quite suitable for a red string, just like what Xiaoyu read... Yes! Calcium in calcium Yes! Hahahaha, I laughed to death."

After finishing speaking, Li Ran laughed to himself, and Yang Ying just smiled slightly after hearing this, "Just as long as you are happy."

However, before Li Ran could laugh enough, Wang Yu came out and pulled Li Ran back who was still playing, "Let's go, study hard."

"Hey, come on, Xiaoyu, I haven't played enough yet. Yang Ying, save me." Li Ran held out Erkang's hand towards Yang Ying with a bitter expression on his face.

Yang Ying: "Hehe, please be blessed."

Finally, when the class bell rang, Yang Ying felt for the first time how beautiful the bell was.

Fu Yu untied the red rope, and walked into the classroom with Yang Ying one after the other.

This class is a chemistry class, and the atmosphere is still dull.

However, probably because of the first lesson, the teacher wanted to liven up the atmosphere, so he asked the students to raise their hands to answer a question.

But chemistry is so difficult, everyone keeps silent.

Seeing this, Yang Ying realized that his chance had come. He stretched out his foot, stretched his body forward, stepped on Li Ran's foot on the bar with force.

Hearing a "dong", Li Ran stood up in pain.

When the chemistry teacher saw a classmate standing up, he laughed so hard, "Come on, Li Ran, answer this question."

Li Ran said: I, I, I... just sleeping.

The author has something to say: Today’s update may be updated at night tomorrow, I plan to go out and play and let myself go~