like electricity

Last week's spring outing was like a dream, and everything went on as usual after waking up.

Old Tang still wandered around in a bright fluorescent-colored jacket every day, catching students who were late and leaving early to copy their homework, and asked them to write a 3000-word review and hand it in before school in the afternoon.Teacher Li put on a straight face again, acting as an unsmiling and cold killer, repeatedly reminding them that the midterm exam is still a few days away, reprimanding so and so for doing a mess of homework, and it is not at all obvious that they have sat with them singing and laughing without airs shadow.

Except for Lao Cao, Lao Cao is born with a slow temper. He can enjoy himself anytime and anywhere. Chinese class has become one of the only safe havens for this group of students who are about to be driven crazy by mathematics, physics and chemistry.

Another safe haven is gym class once a week.The weather is not good, the basketball game between Class [-] and Class [-] was postponed to this week due to a sudden heavy rain. This week, Wei Zhixun and the others prepared the ball. In class, I told them the quizzes in class, which made the whole class complain, wishing they could pass out on the spot.

The busy study life passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, it was the Saturday that Jiang Shou and Zhuo Shuang had agreed upon.

In the morning, Jiang Shou was still at the school he had always been to. He planned to sit down first and then go to the team leader to hand in his homework, but he ran into an obstacle at the first step.

I don't know who advertised Zhuo Shuang's birthday this week. Zhuo Shuang hasn't come yet, but the tables and chairs are already filled with various gifts.

The gifts from boys generally lack mystery. It is very clear at a glance what they look like when you buy them from the store, but the gifts from girls are much more delicate, and most of them have beautiful packaging. It is difficult to distinguish the contents from the outside.

Jiang Shou walked around to the seat from the other side, took out the thing in her schoolbag, looked at it for a while and decided to put it in the drawer.

Ten minutes later, when Zhuo Shuang came to class, the first thing she did was hand him the bag she was carrying.

He opened the bag and took a look. Inside was a lunch box and a box of pure milk. The refreshments in the lunch box were ingeniously arranged in the shape of a flower.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Over the past two weeks, he has figured out some rules for Zhuo Shuang to bring him things: Generally speaking, from Monday to Wednesday plus Saturday, this kind of tea is made by the nanny at home, and the rest of the day is bought in the store, Chinese style There are everything in Western style, and the standard Zhuo Shuang eats whatever he eats.

No matter how stupid a person is, he could tell that it was specially prepared for him. He tried to protest, but the result of the protest was that he didn't eat Zhuo Shuang and didn't ask Wei Zhixun to help him solve it, and let him watch the good food go to waste.

"Jiang Xiaochou, do you have anything to say?"

Zhuo Shuang looked through the gifts he had received. There were Hong Kong version PS4 games that hadn’t been released in the mainland, hardcover books with velvet covers, and other imported snacks... He casually pushed them aside to make room for them. Sit down by yourself.

"A present, my birthday present."

Zhuo Shuang was afraid that he didn't understand the hint, so she said it again.

"I'm ready." Jiangchou took out a book-like thing from her schoolbag and handed it over, "Brother Zhuo, happy birthday."

Zhuo Shuang unwrapped the wrapping paper and found that it was a sketchbook, she raised her eyebrows, "Huh? How did you think of giving this?"

Jiang Shou was not sure what his attitude was, "You drew me before... I can see that you should have learned sketching."

During that chemistry evening self-study, he was depressed because of Jiang Suqing's temporary absence. Zhuo Shuang saw it and drew a graffiti to make him laugh.

Although it was scribbled, he could see that Zhuo Shuang was really good at drawing.

He picked a sketchbook for Zhuo Shuang as a birthday present, hoping he could use it.

"Thank you." Zhuo Shuang opened the plastic package, "I like it very much."

Jiang Shou looked at him, as if trying to tell whether he was telling the truth or a lie.

Even if Xie Yaoyao said that, he was still very nervous, for fear that Zhuo Shuang would look down on such a cheap gadget.

"I like it very much." Zhuo Shuang touched the slightly rough paper, "Although I haven't

Painted well, but I'll pick it up again if you so wish. "

"If you don't like it..." Jiang Mou keenly heard something different, "Don't force yourself."

Combined with what he had seen with his own eyes, he realized that Zhuo Shuang's family might not be as happy as outsiders thought.

But this is only limited to his guess, after all, he has never seen Zhuo Shuang's family members with his own eyes, and seen how they get along with him.

What he saw the most was Zhuo Shuang, who was not very serious in school and was always smiling. That vacation was like tearing a gap on it, revealing more complicated and real things, so that he could be more serious. Get to know this person in depth.

The more you understand, the more every move of this person can affect his emotions.

He was really afraid that his gift would bring even the slightest bit of bad memory to this person.

"Actually, it's not that annoying." Zhuo Shuang closed her eyes, hiding those unnecessary emotions, "It's just venting anger. What I hate is something else, not the painting itself."

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