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I took a long detour before, and it was almost 10:30 when Zhuo Shuang arrived home.

His parents were not at home as usual, and the nanny at home left him a supper in the dining room before going to bed. He drank the soup in the bowl, ate a couple of pastries casually, and went upstairs.

He has a bit of a cleanliness obsession, and he has to take a bath every day even in winter, so when he wipes his hair and sits at the desk after taking a shower, it is long past the usual sleep time.

The exercise booklet was spread out in front of him, and his mind was full of such and such things. He didn't calm down so quickly, so he simply took out his mobile phone to see what was said in the group.

He rarely speaks in the group, but every time he speaks, it is like dropping a blockbuster, and this time is no exception. Ever since he finished that sentence, the group has exploded.

Although Wei Zhixun basically frantically swiped the screen alone, the content of the swiping screen is as follows.

"Brother Zhuo, Brother Zhuo, Brother Zhuo, are you there?"

"Brother Zhuo, I have convinced you, why did you run away halfway through your words?"

"What do you mean when you said that the plan has changed? Did Zhou Ze get into a car accident or did he suddenly die of illness?"

"I vote for Sudden Death, when will New China take a big step towards a low-carbon society."

……

Zhuo Shuang read the chat records at a glance, and typed with her left hand while reading the Chinese questions, "Wei Zhixun, have you finished your homework?"

Wei Zhixun's answer came very quickly, presumably because of his special attention and 24-hour monitoring of group chat records.

"What to write, write the big questions, and wait for tomorrow to copy the multiple-choice questions of the younger students."

This is really shameless than me.Zhuo Shuang rubbed her nose, it seemed that she still had a little self-knowledge about herself.Besides, others may not believe it, but he seldom copied his homework. He either wrote it himself or left it open and aboveboard. There was basically no third choice.

"My good brother, you've had enough of your business, and it's time to talk about serious business. What happened to Zhou Zezheng and you old man said that the plan has changed? If you don't beat him up, brother, I'm full of anger and have nowhere to vent."

"If it's this, then you can rest assured. The bitch will have his own money."

"Wait, what did you mean? This bitch was finally beaten up? Your Majesty, this is a happy event."

Beaten, and beaten pretty badly.Zhuo Shuang thought in her heart, especially the last kick she made up, she really didn't think about being merciful at all, it is possible that something wrong with the kick is possible.

But even if something went wrong with the kick, it would be a matter of paying some medical expenses in private. Zhou Zezheng has too many tricks, and he would lose three layers of skin if he stabbed it casually.

He thought so in his heart, but he didn't say these words to the group, "Aiqing kneel down, I will know tomorrow."

Wei Zhixun typed a long row of dots and didn't reply to him for a full 30 seconds. After finally replying, no matter how you looked at it, it looked like every word was squeezed out of his teeth.

"...If I could really wait until tomorrow, I wouldn't come to harass you now."

"Stop talking, I'm going to do my homework."

Pretending not to see Wei Zhixun's huge resentment coming to his face, Zhuo Shuang threw the phone on the bed to charge, and continued to deal with the rest of the homework with vigor.

He didn't feel any other changes in the high school for the time being, but he felt that there was really a lot of homework, and the teachers seemed to want to make up for the winter vacation. They worked hard at the beginning of school. The combination of the main courses made him write until one o'clock in the morning, and there was still a lot of finishing work left.

Looking at the few blank spaces left in the exercise book, his mind began to be active again - not copying homework does not mean that he cannot ask other students for advice, even if the way to get the answer is not so fair, as long as he knows the train of thought and method, it is not counted as copying.

Flipping around in the address book, he suddenly remembered that he didn't have Jiangchou's mobile phone number. All the contact is only a few hours during the daytime class, leaving school and trying to find this person is basically tantamount to nonsense.

He couldn't find Jiang Shou's contact information, and he didn't want to ask Wei Zhixun, a waste who had been waiting to copy his homework from the beginning, so the only choice left for him was to go to bed.

Lie on the bed, turn off the lights and close your eyes, and before falling asleep, he suddenly remembered the scene when he saw Jiang Shou for the first time.

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The tradition of the High School Attached to University A is that there is no make-up class during the winter vacation in the first year of senior high school, and only half a day of self-study is used on the last day of school, and the long-awaited winter vacation begins in the afternoon.

"Brother Zhuo, are you going to play?"

As soon as the homeroom teacher left, Wei Zhixun, who was guarding the door, rushed in.

Zhuo Shuang was still sitting on the seat, lazily putting away her schoolbag, "Okay. Did you bring the ball?"

The school equipment room is not open outside the physical education class, and the basketballs purchased uniformly by the school are really bad, so they basically take turns to bring their own basketballs from home.

"Nonsense, why don't you play with the ball, or take off the head of a certain idiot to block the ball?" Wei Zhixun sneered, "I'll let the old Fu and the others take the position first."

"That guy has only a few taels in his head, and it's all water. You don't think it's too light."

Zhuo Shuang put her schoolbag on her shoulder, "Let's go?"

"Go, go, go, go now, and you can still get ahead of those guys from class six."

In winter, most of the flowers, plants and trees on the mountain are withered, leaving only bare branches, which look strange and bleak.

There are two basketball courts in the attached middle school. They often go to the small court halfway up the mountain hidden in layers of vines and green plants. Senior two and senior three have to make up lessons, and senior one has winter vacation early so they can enjoy themselves until the beginning of the year, so except for six Ban they have no other competitors.

"If I don't practice again, I will forget how to shoot." Zhuo Shuang caught the ball from Fu Heng and twirled it twice with his fingertips, "It seems that I am still young."

This class division does not mean life and death, but it will have a great impact on the next year and a half. Teachers and parents have repeated over and over again that good classes have a good learning atmosphere and good teaching staff, just to let them Take it seriously.

Whether it is active or passive, this group of boys who haven't had a physical education class since the month before the final exam have long been suffocated, and this holiday has become a good vent.

They played until after five o'clock in the afternoon, and the railings beside the court were covered with the clothes they had taken off.

Especially Zhuo Shuang, he actually only wore a long-sleeved T-shirt on such a cold day.He has a slender figure, and there is already a hint of a calm and reliable young man in the thinness of a young man, and the outline of his abdominal muscles is clearly visible when he lifts up his hem to wipe his sweat.

It gets dark quickly in winter, and at this point where day and night change, every minute the sky darkens visibly to the naked eye, and soon the street lights on the street come on.

Even the few girls who leaned over to cheer Zhuo Shuang up at the beginning have left, if they don't go back, maybe the family will call to remind them.

Wei Zhixun recovered after drinking a large bottle of mineral water, "It's over, let's go out and play together when we have time."

Zhuo Shuang sent a message to the driver, Uncle Li, asking him to pick her up at school now, and then raise her head to say goodbye to Wei Zhixun and the others.

"Brother Zhuo, let's go first."

"Let's go, I'll go too later."

Wei Zhixun and Fu Heng left the field side by side, Zhuo Shuang leaned against the railing for a while, planning to wait until Uncle Li arrived at the school gate before going down the mountain.

However, it was the time difference of a few minutes that made him see something different: a group of people pushed and pushed one person towards the top of the mountain. He happened to know the guy at the head, who was Zhou Zezheng who had a feud with them a while ago.

As long as it was related to Zhou Zezheng, he couldn't help but want to intervene. He picked up his schoolbag and coat and quietly followed the group of people, and saw them stop at a slope some distance from the top of the mountain.

Want to fight?He frowned, pulled out his cell phone camera and pointed it over there to take a picture.Regardless of whether it was useful in the end, Zhou Zezheng never had too many tricks.

"Aren't you stupid? Now

Why are you dumb?Speak up, if you beg for mercy, maybe I'll let you go if I'm in a good mood. "

After Zhou Zezheng finished speaking, he laughed out loud thinking he was humorous, and several of his henchmen next to him echoed, "Well said, well said."

The boy who was kicked to the ground was wearing the school uniform of the attached high school. Zhuo Shuang glanced at it from a distance, and saw the snow-white side face and jet-black hair.

It should look good, but the point is that it is really tough not to cry out after being kicked so hard.

Zhou Ze was squatting down, grabbing the boy's hair and pulling him to the same height as himself, "Jiang Shou, I know you have never looked down on me, but the fact now is that you have no right to look down on me, I want to pinch you to death It's easier not to pinch the ants."

"If I want to clean you up, I will clean you up. Let's see who can save you now."

Originally, Zhuo Shuang didn't intend to reveal her position so soon, but when she heard this sentence, she suddenly realized and decided to go to help.

——It turns out that this is the unlucky Jiang Shou.

Anyway, the time, place, and things that should be photographed have been captured. Zhuo Shuang stuffed the phone into his pocket and patted the non-existent dust on his hands to attract the attention of the bad boys over there.

"Zhou Zezheng."

Zhou Ze turned his head sharply.

Not as calm as it looks.Zhuo Shuang still had that relaxed look on her face, and she didn't seem to be flustered by one-to-many at all.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Zezheng said in a worried tone, "I am teaching others, if you have nothing to do, get out!"

Zhuo Shuang sneered, standing still on the spot.

If you want him to leave, he will leave. Is he still a man?

"Don't get out yet? Then I will even you..." Zhou Zezheng made a movement of rolling up his sleeves.

"Zhou Zezheng," Zhuo Shuang sighed as a civilized person who could speak without moving his hands, and pointed to the playground at the foot of the mountain, "I just saw that Director Tang is nearby."

Director Tang is the teaching director of the attached middle school. He spends a lot of time wandering around the school every day, focusing on catching the cancers of being late, fighting, and skipping classes and surfing the Internet. If he catches it, he will write a 5000-word sincere self-criticism and post it on the bulletin board.

So his subtext is "Give you a chance, get out if you don't want to die."

Probably because Director Tang's reputation was too great, before Zhou Zezheng could speak, the dog legs under him couldn't stand up.

"Boss, people can be beaten whenever they want... Now if they are caught by Old Dog Tang, they will die."

All of them are the key observation objects of Tang Laogou. If they are caught, even if they are lucky enough to not drop out of school, they will be punished at the level of probation.

Zhuo Shuang noticed the humiliation of speaking, "Are you a student of our school?"

The man immediately took a step back and didn't say anything—it's right not to say anything, isn't he just waiting to make himself unhappy?

Zhou Zezheng glared at him fiercely, cursing them all as a bunch of spineless bastards, "Let's go."

A group of them left in a noisy manner, leaving the little classmate who clutched his stomach and couldn't get up for a long time on the ground, and failed to stand up after two attempts.

Did your foot hurt?Zhuo Shuang lowered her head, and immediately overturned her previous conclusion: either she should look good, or she really looks good.

This little student who had just rolled on the ground and was covered in mud lowered his head, his light-colored lips were pursed into a straight line, the lines and outlines were not as sharp as those of ordinary teenagers, and the silhouette alone revealed an unconcealable beauty and brilliance.

He stopped, took two deep breaths, and then slowly stood up against a nearby tree.

Zhuo Shuang noticed that he had a pair of beautiful almond eyes, the eyes were black and white, and there was a faint mole at the bottom of the eyes.

Those dark pupils quietly reflected his own shadow. To be honest, if the sky were darker, the effect would be a bit scary.

"Are you okay? I lied to them. Old Tang is not around at all. If you are still unwell, I can ask my driver to take you to the hospital."

Maybe Zhuo Shuang wouldn't be so enthusiastic if it was another person, but they have Zhou Zezheng as their common enemy.

people.

Based on the belief that an enemy's enemy is a friend, Zhuo Shuang thought she was very friendly and reached out to him, but the other party didn't appreciate it at all.

Probably because it really hurts, the boy was weak in speaking, "No, no need."

"Don't be forceful."

Zhuo Shuang was a little unhappy. In his opinion, moderate toughness is a good thing, but excessive is stupidity.

"leave me alone……"

He didn't hold Zhuo Shuang's outstretched hand, struggled twice on the ground, and barely stood up from the ground.

There were only three things, and Zhuo Shuang, who had been rejected twice, hadn't decided whether to be rejected a third time, and the boy limped down the mountain.

Looking at his back, Zhuo Shuang realized that it was the first time that her invincible charm didn't work on a certain person, "It won't matter if you give in to me."

It was because nothing would happen, that's why he didn't understand what this boy named Jiangchou was insisting on.

And it was this unanswered question that became the first step for him to become interested in Jiang Shou.