Bai Yueguang came to seek reunion again

During evening self-study, it started to rain lightly outside.Many students stopped writing and looked out the window, then complained to each other that they didn't have umbrellas.

Fu Zhihuai did not bring an umbrella, but he was not in a hurry and continued to write questions quietly.During class break, Zhang Wei, who lives in the same community as him, came to the desk slowly, holding a transparent umbrella in her hand:

"Fu Zhihuai, you didn't bring an umbrella, do you want to go together after school?"

"No, thank you."

Although the boy answered very politely, Zhang Wei blushed immediately.She looked back at her friends as if asking for help, standing there not knowing what to do.

Class flower Zhou Yunjiao was wearing nail polish, glanced sideways, and snorted.

"Is there anything else?" Fu Zhihuai put down his pen and looked up at her. Under the light, the outline of Qingjun's face seemed a little impersonal.

"No..." Zhang Wei clutched the handle of the umbrella, lowered her head and returned to her seat.

As soon as she sat down, she stuffed her umbrella under the table, buried her face in her elbows, and sobbed softly.The friends each said a few words of comfort, and then the class resumed.

In the last self-study session of the evening, most of the students were restless, lowering their heads and chatting in chirping.The squad leader cleared his throat several times to no avail. Just as he stood up angrily and said that he wanted to remember the name, he saw the classroom door was gently pushed open, and a head poked in with a smile on his face: "Hey, it's so quiet?"

Someone outside laughed and scolded something, the head was about to turn around to retort, the squad leader frowned and asked: "Student, are you okay?"

"Ah, it's all right." The visitor slowly leaned into half of his body, looking around the classroom: "I'm going to transfer to your class tomorrow, let's take a look at how the learning atmosphere is..."

The voice outside said: "Oh, come on, young master Sang, I can't stand your hypocrisy."

Kuwahara kicked the man with a sullen face, and turned around with an unscrupulous smile: "I just wanted to say hello to everyone in advance... Hey, is that seat mine?"

The squad leader turned his head in the direction of his finger, and said in a daze, "Yes."

"Very good, I like it very much." Kuwahara nodded with satisfaction, waved his hands at everyone, and said happily: "See you tomorrow, everyone."

After all, he closed the door just like when he came, and quickly disappeared into the corridor with his companions.

It didn't take long before there were several yells that echoed outside: "Damn it, what a broken school... This voice-activated light killed me!"

The squad leader shook his head helplessly and sat down: "Who is this..."

The farce of the evening self-study is like a dream with no beginning and no end, and it has ended in a hurry before most people realize it.Everyone continued to bury their heads in the sea of ​​questions, and occasionally worried about the rain outside the window, so their minds were so full that they couldn't care about other things.

The drizzle continued until the next day. The sycamore trees beside the school playground were dripping with rain all night, and the leaves were soaked green and fell down again.

Kuwahara stepped on a few fallen leaves, dragged his heavy schoolbag up the steps of the teaching building, and stopped for a rest after walking a few steps.Shi Yuanen stood with his hands in his pockets and looked at him from a high place. When he opened his mouth, it was the male voice who broke the stage yesterday:

"Master, can't you carry it after just a few steps? Why don't you just take a plane and land directly on the second floor."

"Blame, blame me?" Kuang Yuan leaned against the wall and panted: "What a broken school, there are only so many books in the sophomore year of high school. I come here... to go to school or to practice weightlifting?"

"Come on, you are delicate and weak, don't pass the blame on to others." Shi Yuanen easily ran up a few more steps: "Come on, little atom, come and chase me."

His tone was so rippling that he wanted to fly to the sky, and Kuang Yuan's eyes were burning, and he climbed up: "Do you want to die, surnamed Shi? Stop, stop for me!"

The two naively chased and fought and went up to the second floor. Unfortunately, the classrooms were on the left and the right, so they had to part ways at the stairs.Shi Yuanen leaned against the door of the classroom and made a face at Kuang Yuan, but when he turned around and met the English class representative he had a crush on, his face flushed instantly: "Uh! Good morning, good morning!"

Kuwahara covered his stomach and laughed at him, and when he turned his head, he accidentally bumped into someone's shoulder.The faint smell of washing powder floated over, which was strangely pleasant.Kuwahara took a few steps back: "I'm sorry bro, I didn't register..."

They ignored him at all, and walked into the classroom with one hand in their trouser pocket and a book in the other hand with their heads bowed.Kuwahara raised his eyebrows and looked at the sign above his head—coincidentally, it was also from Class Seven!

He dragged his schoolbag and staggered in, turned a few corners between the narrow aisles of the classroom, and sat down—even more coincidentally, at the same table!

Although the new deskmate was not very polite, Kuwahara still decided to treat him tolerantly and generously.After all, who knows if they'll be friends in the future?

"Hello, classmate! My name is Kuwahara. My grades are mediocre, but I can play games well. Take care of each other in the future." Kuwahara finished introducing himself with a smile on his face. The new deskmate acted as if he hadn't heard him, and didn't give him the slightest reaction. , just staring intently at the book in front of him.

Damn, what book is this?Could it be prettier than Lao Tzu?Kuwahara was very unconvinced, and took a closer look——

"Elementary Number Theory"?I have never heard of it.Regardless of whether it looks good or not, he will not watch it even if he is dead.

Kuwabara curled his lips, already imagining that he would not have a bright future at the same table as this nerd.He quickly arranged his textbooks, and ran out to find Shi Yuanen, trying to develop his social network from other directions.

Ten minutes later, Sang Yin was taken into the office by the teaching director because he was wandering outside during self-study time.After going through a jingle of criticism and education, when he came back, he was listless.

Terrible, really terrible.Kuwahara lay on the table and picked the eraser depressedly, thinking that the Fifth Middle School was really different from the school he used to stay in, and it was so strict that it was outrageous.

Can't go out to play, and don't want to read a book, Kuwahara can only try to tease the big living man next to him.

He raised his hand and knocked on the desktop of the same table: "Hey, classmate."

no response.

Kuwahara would not be easily discouraged, he took out a candy from his pocket, and slowly handed it over.

The deskmate lowered his head and glanced, and pushed Tang back to Kuwahara's boundary with his elbow, his expression unmoved.

It's really boring.Kuwahara lowered his head listlessly again, like a leaf that had been beaten limp by the rain, without any energy.

After a while, the squad leader came in with a shoulder bag, passed by Kuwahara and his table, with a little surprise in his eyes, and he greeted naturally: "Good morning."

"Good morning!" Ruanba Yezi suddenly became energetic again.

This morning, Kuwahara met many people in the class, and quite a few came to say hello to him.Only the new tablemate, who is the closest to him, has the most distant relationship with him.

Kuwabara felt that it was impolite to always use modal particles to call someone.At least he needs to know, what is the name of this strange man who rejects people thousands of miles away?

So, while the same table was going to the bathroom between classes, Kuwahara opened his book and took a look.

Fu Zhihuai, a very gentle name.It's just that people are too cold, so I don't deserve it.

Still pondering over the name in a daze in his heart, the rightful master stood by the table and looked down at him with displeasure: "Take your hands away."

The young man who was in the period of voice change, his voice was slightly hoarse and deep, but it was not unpleasant.When I opened my mouth, my heart couldn't stop beating violently with a "bang".

Kuwahara stared at him with wide eyes, dazed for a few seconds and finally came to his senses, shivering and withdrew his hand: "No, that, I, I just want to get to know you..."

"There's nothing to know." Fu Zhihuai sat down with his back straight.Even though he was wearing an old school uniform, his whole person seemed to be shining and eye-catching.

"Well, yes, it's nothing." Kuang Yuan lowered his head and touched his nose, not knowing why he was stuttering like this, and unconsciously complied with Fu Zhihuai's words.

Even if he likes men, he can't be so casual, just fall in love with a good-looking one, right?

Kuwahara thought that he was not short of a partner to that extent, silently looked away, and finally wanted to study hard for a while.

It has been more than half a month since the start of school, Fu Juncai wondered why his son should have passed the exam, so he asked at the dinner table: "Zhihuai, have you had the exam recently?"

Fu Zhihuai filled the meal for his mother, and shook his head slightly: "Not yet. The exam is once a month."

"Oh..." Fu Juncai took a sip of his white wine, realizing that he didn't understand his son, he lowered his head and ate his food in embarrassment, and stopped talking.

Tian Yue took off her apron, sat down with her waist pressed down, and frowned slightly: "Old Fu, I have suffered from back pain again. When are you not busy, accompany me to the hospital?"

Fu Juncai hurriedly put down his wine glass: "All right, let's go after dinner."

After he finished speaking, he secretly glanced at his son, hesitated for a few minutes and asked again: "Zhihuai, did you fight at school?"

Fu Zhihuai lowered his head to pick up the rice, and said after a while, "No."

"That's good." Fu Juncai heaved a long sigh of relief, smelled a little drunk, and was dizzy when he spoke: "Now, now, it's different from junior high school, the fifth middle school has very strict rules! Don't cause any troubles anymore .”

Tian Yue rolled her eyes, and said, "Are you as reckless as your son? Let alone provoke others casually when you know? You are such a crap, old man."

After scolding her husband, she earnestly told her son: "Zhihuai, remember what Mom said. At school, you just study hard, and when you make friends, you also have to make friends who love to study, you know? Don't talk badly to those rich people. Children playing! Those are those who have no intention of studying, and only entered the fifth middle school based on their relationship..."

Fu Zhihuai nodded slightly, got up and put the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen: "I'm full. Eat slowly."

"I only ate one bowl? How can you do so little, you grow tall..."

His mother's nagging was blocked outside the door, and Fu Zhihuai sat quietly at the table, thinking of "The Man Who Laughed" in his schoolbag that he hadn't finished reading, so he leaned over to the bed, picked up the schoolbag, and opened it.

A bunch of shiny candies smiled at him, packaged in cellophane, and under the refraction of the light, the colors were more gorgeous than the rainbow.

Fu Zhihuai froze for a moment, thinking of the boy who transferred from another school today, the veins on his forehead twitched slightly.He reached out and grabbed all the candy, and was about to throw it into the trash can, but after thinking about it, he found another empty glass jar to put it in, and planned to return it in the afternoon.

After reading the book for a while, Fu Zhihuai gradually became sleepy, leaning against the bed and fell asleep unconsciously.

In a daze, he seemed to hear the sound of his parents going out, but it was not very real.I had an intermittent and illogical dream, and when I opened my eyes again, the alarm clock by the window had pointed to [-]:[-].

According to the work and rest time in the spring and summer of the Fifth Middle School, classes start on time at 02:30 in the afternoon.

Fu Zhihuai sat up suddenly from the bed, rushed into the bathroom to wash his face, went back to the bedroom, grabbed his schoolbag, and ran out in a hurry.

The sound of thumping footsteps quickly disappeared in the corridor, and the room was completely silent.

It was raining outside the window.A few rays of soft sunlight penetrated through the cracks in the curtains and shone on the glass jar on the table, which was filled with a rainbow.