boys' feelings are always poetry

05.

Song Yu looked at his watch. It was past eleven o'clock. In fact, Song Yu was not in a hurry. According to his many years of school experience, if he reported in the morning, he would have a holiday in the afternoon. The same goes for eating.

The head teacher was still sweating on the podium, talking about boys and girls hairstyles for nearly an hour.

"Fantasy clothes are not okay! Weird hairstyles are even more bad! I know you all have personalities and want to be different and unique! This is a very dangerous idea!"

Song Yu poked Fang Zhihui's elbow and said, "Isn't this the word Fan Buwei used to describe the god of learning?"

Fang Zhihui blinked his eyelids, as if he was about to faint from hunger.

"If you students still can't understand my request, let me give you an example, Song Yu!"

Song Yu raised his head and said in his heart that your name is... why did you call me!Did I tell you a small story?

"His hairstyle is substandard!"

Song Yu stroked his hair, his hair was naturally curly, inherited from his mother, fluffy wool curls, looking soft, like cotton candy sold at the school gate, since elementary school, almost every class teacher will ask to this question.

Are you burning your head?

I'm not hot!Song Yu stroked his hair and curled his lips in aggrieved way, really wronged, this is really wronged!

"Our school expressly forbids students to perm their heads. You should take the time to solve it at noon. We will start the military training course at Huaishi No. [-] Middle School at [-]:[-] p.m.."

Song Yu:? ? ?

Fang Zhihui: Weird hairstyles are bad!

So Song Yu bought two sandwiches at noon, and went straight into the overcrowded barber shop, guessing that these were all unlucky students who were called out by the head teacher to be punished.

The hairdresser, Kevin, smiled and said, "Little freshman, you still dare to perm your head and enter Huai City No. [-] Middle School? That's too bold!"

"I didn't burn my head!!!"

"It's okay, I'll make you a softener, get it for you quickly, maybe you won't be late this afternoon!"

perhaps?

Brother, you are so kind!

Song Yu was also too hungry, he grabbed the sandwich and stuffed it into his mouth.

Time flies, the hairdresser will apply the ointment for a while, then wash it off, and then apply it again.

Seeing that there are fewer and fewer people, the hands of the clock are about to point to one o'clock.

"Brother, I'm going to be late! I can't just be late for military training! You know our school too! Help me!"

"Okay, okay! It's the last step, ironing! This is the most important step! If you don't do it, all your previous efforts will be wasted!"

Song Yu sat on the chair and sighed, if you are late, be late.

The hairdresser was anxious, his hands trembled, and the tip of Song Yu's ear was burned out.

Song Yu couldn't take care of that much anymore, and ran away in a hurry after finishing his hair.

Running to the gate of Class [-] and [-], Song Yu calmed down. He must be pitiful, wronged, well-behaved, and have a good attitude of admitting his mistakes, and he can run away with punishment.

Song Yu stepped into Class [-] and [-] with a very sad mood and expression, and found that the head teacher was not in the class, and the whole class was silent because the class leader Lu Jixue was sitting in the teacher's seat.

"Uh...good afternoon...squad leader..." Song Yu waved his hand and smiled awkwardly.

Lu Jixue looked up at him, picked up a pen and wrote on the paper.

Finished!

Song Yu was distraught!

He must have registered my name!I thought I could escape!But he still died in the abyss!

Maybe he heard what he said in the morning!

Song Yu panicked, sat on his seat and started biting his fingers.

06.

Seeing Song Yu's hairstyle, Fang Zhizhi laughed so hard that he beat the sky and the ground, his chest, and almost knocked out his lungs.

"You used to keep wool rolls, you were a cute boy, but now you are a good boy with smooth hair! No loss, no loss! He is still your father Fang's good son!"

"roll roll roll!"

Song Yu wiped his sweat, his stomach was churning, probably from running, luckily he only ate two sandwiches at noon, otherwise he would have to vomit something now, it would make Fang Zhizhi sick to death.

After a while, the head teacher came in, saw Shun Mao Song Yu, and nodded.

"The military training course of No. [-] Middle School in Huai City lasted for five days. I wrote an article on military training experience every day, recited the school motto and school rules on time every day, and restrained myself."

Fang Zhizhi suddenly stopped laughing.

"Brother Song, I... I, I, I regret coming to No. [-] Middle School! I should have stayed in No. [-] Middle School!"

"Brother Fang, me too. I should eat watermelon in the cool breeze in No. [-] Middle School! I have beef tendon noodles and milk tea for lunch! I regret it! My intestines are green with regret!"

The two were chatting when the passing squad leader knocked on the table.

"Going downstairs."

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Song Yu struggled to stand up, his legs were sore.

"Brother Song, may I help you?"

"No! Get out!"

Song Yu went downstairs slowly, thinking in his heart whether Lu Jixue had remembered his name, because he thought too seriously, stepped on a step, and punched Lu Jixue in front of him on the back. When Lu Jixue turned his head, His face was all black.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't eat much for lunch, and my legs are limp!"

It's over, now he must sue the teacher!

"Brother Song, a man can't say he's soft!" Fang Zhihui came over and said meanly.

"Brother Fang, have I been retrograde recently? Is there any master who can break this situation?"

"The master can't break it, you can find a man to break you!"

Song Yu:? ? ?

Song Yu: Why are you talking strangely recently!