boys' feelings are always poetry

143.

The auditorium of Huaishi No. [-] Middle School is in the main building. It is mostly white, with light green curtains hanging on both sides, which are neatly folded, much like the origami made by kindergarten children. Every fold is exactly the same, and they fold together quietly. together.

The crimson curtain on the stage was pulled to both sides, and the big sky blue characters in the middle - Li Yiyue stood on the stage. Song Yu found that No. [-] Middle School, no matter what the school did, would definitely not be able to cope and perfunctory. For activities that have nothing to do with it, I also spare time for self-study classes. Each class will perform a performance and be judged for an award. For many top students, this kind of time is not as good as bringing books and memorizing words and texts. Of course, the premise is the ability to resist interference super strong.

Song Yu and Fang Zhihui really like this kind of activity. On the one hand, they can finally get out of the boring and rigid self-study class. On the other hand, they can take advantage of this time to chat. When the head teacher looks behind, they both shut up, and the head teacher doesn’t look at it. When it was time, Fang Zhihui and Song Yu turned their heads to talk with the students behind them.

Class [-] was assigned to the middle area, slightly in front, and Fang Zhihui and Song Yu's voices were turned down.

"Brother Song, you will be performing on stage later, are you nervous?"

It would be a lie to say that I am not nervous, because Song Yu had to perform in the afternoon and lost sleep during the lunch break, his hands were always cold and nervous, but I didn't say anything, I kept it in my heart.

"Of course I'm not nervous! What kind of character is Song Ge, how can you be nervous!"

In order to avoid conflicts before the performance, Fang Zhihui had better not expose Song Yu's lies.

"Brother Song! What does it smell like on you? It's so sweet! Have you eaten bubble gum?"

Song Yu lowered his head and sniffed the neckline, pretending not to know, "What? I haven't eaten bubble gum."

"Then why is it so sweet?"

"Fang Zhihui!"

A familiar voice suddenly appeared.

"Fang wisdom speaks, five points will be deducted." Lu Jixue immediately took out his small notebook and started to write.

The squad leader is still online today, what are you doing online?Hold grudges online.

"Stop talking!" Fang Zhihui gave Song Yu a look, patted Song Yu's chubby hand with his left hand, and pondered alone while sitting quietly, Song Yu was so fragrant today, it was so strange, did he buy some peerless and delicious fruit? Toffee, afraid of eating it all by yourself?But Song Yu's purpose in life is: share half of my juice with you, it's strange, it's so strange.

144.

Class [-] hadn't finished performing yet, and Class [-] was standing behind the curtains on both sides. The students who didn't perform didn't need to be nervous, they just had to be a background board later in the meeting. Song Yu was quite nervous, although his role was not as much as that of Fang Zhizhi.Fang Zhihui should not be nervous. After so many years of passion together, Song Yu understands him. Skill [-]: Express yourself; !Big move: The beautiful hero seeks defeat alone!

Song Yu looked around, but did not see Lu Jixue.

"Brother Fang, did you see the monitor? What did he do?"

Fang Zhihui looked at Song Yu's worried face, thinking that he was worried that the thorny branch of the pleading guilty would be lost, and the scene would be affected, so he quickly stroked his little curly hair.

"The student union is in charge of scoring. The monitor probably won't be able to play. It's okay. I've brought Fan Buwei's long ruler with me. I'll just use that for a while."

"So it is."

Song Yu lowered his head and sniffed his cuffs, which still exuded a faint fruity aroma. If he had known this, he would not have spent an hour with the adults last night, wasting it.

The imagination suddenly deviated from the track of reality, Song Yu's heart was pounding, his head was buzzing, and even his breathing was blocked by something. For some reason, standing in a dark corner at this moment, Song Yu remembered the lyrics: When you grow up , I can only run, I am so afraid of falling in the dark.

"Brother Fang, are you nervous?"

"A little bit." Fang Zhihui looked back at him, at his eyes, the small dark eyes.

"Well, I also have a little..." There was a light in the small eyeball, and it disappeared without paying attention.

Song Yu began to count sheep silently in his heart to relieve his psychological pressure.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep...

When counting the sheep, there was a sudden gust of warm wind blowing from behind. The gust of wind carried the familiar scent of sandalwood and summer soda.

"Nervous?"

Song Yu shook his head, without looking back, he could only know that the person who came and went in a hurry was Lu Jixue.

"It's okay, I have memorized all your words. If you forget, I will remind you in your ear, like this."

Saying that, Lu Jixue lay on Song Yu's shoulders, hugged his waist with both hands, and staged an idol drama plot that Song Yu always scoffed at with how many dim lights.

"One sheep, two sheep, three sheep..."

Song Yu is still unswervingly counting sheep, in order to let himself concentrate, don't get distracted, be natural, must be natural!

"Don't count sheep, you can count: one Lu Jixue, two Lu Jixue... three Lu Jixue..."

Song Yu chuckled, and then began to count blankly: one Lu Jixue, two Lu Jixues, three Lu Jixues, four Lu Jixues...

There are thousands of Lu Jixue and a little curly Song Yu.

Hello Tomorrow.