make you angry, a little happy

Su Xiaoyuan is soft-hearted and kind.In the past, he was surrounded by high-spirited and undecided students from prestigious schools, but now Zhang Zhao's false inferiority complex, which he hesitated to talk about, was extremely uncomfortable.No one understands the feeling of being looked down upon by others, but he understands it, so he studies hard, exchanging his unerring grades for the envy and friendship of his classmates.

Elementary school children are such innocent and terrifying creatures. After he is still in the first place in the grade, the number of students who are nicknamed him and imitate his walk gradually decreases. Instead, they are willing to walk with him. Friends who go to and from school.

But Zhang Zhao didn't study well, and his helpless depression touched the softest kindness in Su Xiaoyuan's heart. Seeing his heroic brows drooping, Su Xiaoyuan's heart seemed to be crushed and sore.

"Don't worry, the blackboard newspaper for our class is on me." Su Xiaoyuan rolled up his cuffs, gently took off his watch, and prepared to publish the first issue of the blackboard newspaper.

Tao Wenchang rushed to the classroom before the evening self-study, and saw a circle of people around the back, why?

"What are you looking at?" He squeezed over to take a look, and the exquisite blackboard with rich pictures and texts shook, "What's the matter, I didn't fucking go into the wrong room, did I?"

Zhang Zhao came in with a basin of clean water: "Rang Rang, Rang Rang...do it! You know you're coming back? No training today!"

"Why don't you rush back for training." Tao Wenchang ran out after class, daring to skip class and practice, "This is for He An."

Su Xiaoyuan stepped on a stool to outline the three-dimensional characters for the school season.There are chalks of various colors in the slot of the blackboard, and chalk dust of various colors. There are two basins of clean water on the table waiting for him to wash the rags.

Zhang Zhao didn't expect the little crane to be so tall. The pen writing is beautiful, and the chalk writing is even better, as if printed with a stamp.His hands were white, and his wet fingers were stained with color powder. He was really...beautiful.

"Who the hell bought the protein powder for you?" Zhang Zhao put down the water and took a look. He had seen the contents of the bag before. This brand is not cheap, it's from professional athletes.

Tao Wenchang leaned against the wall and said in a voice like a gnat, "Oh, a sister. She's very nice to me."

"It's good?" Zhang Zhao didn't believe it. At this age, he was curious about those things. "How can someone who has no name or distinction treat you well? The one who comes to see you every day?"

Tao Wenchang is a person who can have rotten love at any time, and he has seen all kinds of little girls, but he is not willing to talk about it now. "It's just... that's good."

Zhang Zhao was curious, and asked in good spirits: "Is it her, the one who comes to look for you every day?"

"...Ah, I didn't let her come." Tao Wenchang was shy, and everyone's attention was on the blackboard newspaper. He pulled someone over and said secretly, "Brother Zhao, I might have fucked up."

"Dropped? Are you not sick?" Zhang Zhao looks like a hooligan, but he is a young man who has never been in a relationship. A love letter from a female classmate can scare him away for two miles. "What do you mean?"

Tao Wenchang looked at the floor: "The meaning of being planted is... Brother Zhao, have you ever thought about someone? It's just... always thinking about her when you have nothing to do, thinking about what she is doing, who are you chatting with, thinking about her If you don't come today, can you still see me?"

Zhang Zhao suddenly understood, and asked teasingly: "What the hell, you fell... You should! Finally fell! How far have you developed?"

Tao Wenchang didn't speak, his handsome Erpi blushed again and again.

"I...go..." Zhang Zhao's heart throbbed for a while, and he was clearly out of touch with himself, and he didn't know why he was throbbing, "Brother Chang, don't just turn 18 last month and do it all wrong. , I don’t study much, so don’t scare me.”

"...Just last week, I sent her home, and she asked me to sit up." Tao Wenchang blushed so hard that he couldn't see, "Do you understand?"

Zhang Zhao was dumbfounded, he had done that kind of thing, what advice can he give for a virgin who has never been touched by a girl. "I don't know what the fuck, I don't understand! Go up and sit around and you can believe this line! It's clear that this is going to sleep with you... Are you two wearing T?"

Tao Wenchang's entire portrait was about to explode. "I wear it... and she... has a lot of experience. Brother Zhao, I fell, and now I miss her all the time. Do you think I can be saved?"

"It can't be saved, wait for death, let you be a mess." Zhang Zhao's mind was in a mess, many pictures, pornographic movies he had seen were all dangling in front of his eyes, and he asked without beginning and end: "...that, how does it feel?"

"That's how it feels." Tao Wenchang blushed from his neck to the tips of his ears, "I always think about it. She invited me to spend the night at home on weekends. Do you think I will?"

"What's that feeling like?" Zhang Zhao asked, licking his face. He was curious, and there were no 17-year-old boys who were not curious about this.

Tao Wenchang said hesitantly: "Anyway, it's... very comfortable, and I'm very tired when I'm comfortable, and I'm thinking about it again when I get up slowly. You can tell me something, Brother Zhao, can I go on the fucking weekend?"

Zhang Zhao couldn't listen to anything else at all, as if he had done something wrong to someone, and his face was as red as after a 5000-meter run. "Cough... this...how do I know, but I think you can handle well among girls of the same age, but you can't play with this kind of young lady in college, people may take you as a boredom, don't you Stuck in. Also, doing that thing... it takes a lot of energy, physical strength and so on... You are a bit promising, don't jump at people's houses like a dog, you should train and train. Do that thing all the time... do it Too much is prone to kidney deficiency, do you still want to compete for the rankings!"

"I think so, but she is also very kind to me, isn't it appropriate for me not to go?" Tao Wenchang lost his mind.

"How can it be so good to be so good to you? You idiot, with so much energy, you go downstairs and run back and forth, tearing the big ligament, don't think about it." Zhang Zhao couldn't tell if he was worried or jealous.Jealous of him being liked, or jealous of him doing that.

Tao Wenchang was not happy to hear him say this, and the words were full of youthful impulses: "You don't understand that feeling, it's so good that...you think about me in everything, and if you can warm my heart, I will give her my life." Half of it is fine. The remaining half...save it for another time. She makes me feel so good, so powerful, so worth it, but I know that's not the case at all."

"You're a fucking cunt, right? Give your life to someone else, what's missing from you?" Zhang Zhao felt that this was wrong, "Get out, go downstairs for training, and I'll tell you the fuck if you run around again. Coach believe it or not!"

After Su Xiaoyuan finished the last stroke, he turned his head and was shocked. He was so focused that he didn't know that many people gathered around to watch. "Look, is the painting okay?"

The few girls closest to him are stronger than him, with a fit and sassy figure. "Okay, your words look like they've been sprayed with colored ink!"

"Yeah, it looks good!" "It's better than the one in Class 1!"

Su Xiaoyuan was impatient with compliments, and laughed when he praised, and pursed his lips when he laughed. "...It's not very good. The next time I change the board newspaper, I think it will be Teacher's Day. I will draw a better one." He understood that Zhang Zhao asked him to publish the board newspaper to help him integrate into the group.

I also asked for an English test paper for myself, and both sets of AB and AB are coming, which is really a warm heart.

"It's over?" Tao Wenchang was rushed away, and Zhang Zhao came over to look, "I'll just say you're absolutely awesome at what you do, hey, tell me, isn't it really good-looking? Our class Xiaoyuan can do it, no worse than Class 1's. "

When there were more people watching and praising, Su Xiaoyuan began to worry about how to go on. "It's nothing, these are quite simple, if there is another college entrance examination..." He stopped talking, sensitively aware that this class does not want to have such a thing as a countdown, "Squad leader, shall we report the grade?"

Zhang Zhao saw that he was standing so tall and his body was still unstable, so he began to wonder why he was swaying all the time. "Critic, it's the afternoon of the day after tomorrow. Why are you still standing there? It's 7:[-]. After packing, go home and do your homework."

"I'll get off right now." Su Xiaoyuan considered whether to squat first, because if he jumped like this, he would definitely fall.

"Don't you dare to jump?" Zhang Zhao pondered for a long time, but couldn't figure it out. He wiped the chalk dust in the blackboard slot and brushed it beside him unconsciously, "Help me to jump, my shoulders are good, and I can rely on them. "

The girl laughed, laughing at Zhang Zhao's indecency.He did say it casually, but it was Su Xiaoyuan, who couldn't get off the stage because of the words worth relying on. While supporting him, he stepped on the ground with his right foot.

"You're talking nonsense, you don't have to rely on it." He was so envious, his height and physique are so easy to fall, "I'm going to get angry if you talk nonsense again."

"You are right in your heart, when did I say nonsense." Zhang Zhao smiled and packed his schoolbag, and when the evening self-study was coming to an end, there were only a few people left in class 9.After a while, the net school bell rang, and the saxophone version of "Going Home" sounded on the radio.

"Let's go." Zhang Zhao, the class monitor, took a bunch of classroom keys and admired the blackboard newspaper from afar. It was [-] times more beautiful than it looked up close.

Su Xiaoyuan's characters can be seen in large swaths, because the fonts are completely unified, there is a majestic and imposing manner that distinguishes his body shape.It's a pity to wipe it off.

But what if Little Crane discovers that the blackboard newspaper has been destroyed tomorrow morning?He must feel that someone in the class is against him, and he is the one who is really good to him in class 9.Bao Buqi can publish a blackboard newspaper together tomorrow night and chat for two more hours.

Su Xiaoyuan was very excited. On the second day of school, he successfully integrated into the small group.When I am happy, I want to go home and write English papers.

"Why do you go home?" Walking to the school gate, the tall but unimposing iron gate seemed to be more pleasing to the eye than before, and Su Xiaoyuan even said hello to Uncle Zhang.

Zhang Zhao glanced at the bicycle parking place. "Cycling, you can walk back not far, right?"

"It's not far, just 10 minutes, and sometimes my mother comes downstairs to pick me up." Su Xiaoyuan talked about the family affairs as soon as he was happy.

"Yo, then your mother is really kind. My mother doesn't care. She's so annoying. She's doing business all day long, let alone picking me up. She doesn't see you often." Zhang Zhao thought about the time, and suddenly touched his belly. "Why, why does my stomach hurt...do you have a tissue?"

"Ah? Stomach pain?" Seeing his frown, Su Xiaoyuan quickly took napkins from his school bag, a pack of unopened heart seals. home!"

My stomach hurts so much when I ride a bike, and I have to look for toilets everywhere.

"That's okay... hiss... then I'll make it easier for you, and I'll copy my homework tomorrow!" Zhang Zhao grabbed a tissue and ran to the teaching building all the way to the 4th floor, but didn't go into the bathroom.

Instead, it opened the back door of the third grade 9.The back door was the blind spot of the camera, he shrewdly rubbed against the wall, and walked straight to the work that Su Xiaoyuan had been working on all night.

Wipe it up vigorously.

While wiping, Zhang Zhao thought about Su Xiaoyuan's expression tomorrow, he must be angry and helpless, watery looking at himself worried.I don't know where his house is, but it's only a 10-minute walk away, but it's really close enough.

After committing the crime, Zhang Zhao surreptitiously locked the door, and went downstairs while removing the confidant in his pocket.The same snow-green wrapping paper smells delicious, like some kind of flower.

What a little girl.

"Squad leader!" Who knew that Su Xiaoyuan's voice made Zhang Zhao tremble with fright just as he walked to the school gate.

"You came out?" Su Xiaoyuan didn't leave, but was still standing at the door.The No. [-] middle school students were almost gone, and he was alone, wearing a blue sports uniform and Feiyue sneakers.

"Damn it, you didn't leave!" Zhang Zhao felt guilty, if he didn't leave, let's catch himself.

"I'm afraid that Uncle Zhang has locked the school gate, and if you can't come out, let him wait and give you something." Su Xiaoyuan didn't know what happened. He held the candy in his hands for a long time, and the exposed sugar coating was sticky In the palm of your hand, "I brought you a few more when I got home at noon, you can eat."

In Xiao Bai's hands are two pieces of crispy prawns, and the red chalk marks on his fingers have not been wiped off.

Zhang Zhao didn't take it, his mind was full of Tao Wenchang's voice.

"She made me feel that I was very good, very powerful, and very worthy, but I knew that was not the case at all."

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, my cousin will bring Xiaoguang to the stage!Xiaoguang, who is already a sophomore, is still milky~