[I dream about what I see during the day and what I see at night, is it normal]
[Dreaming about my roommate in a strange dream, is it normal?]
[Because of the stunning scene with particularly impacting same-sex visual effects, I can't forget it, is it normal?]
[normal. Thinking by day and dreaming by night. ]
[normal. Adolescent boys have uncontrollable hormones and thinking. ]
[normal. It is human instinct to appreciate beauty, and beauty transcends gender and even species. ]
After Baidu finished, Xia Zhiye felt relieved.
He is just a normal psychological and physical reaction of an adolescent boy, and he is not sorry for his brother, and he is not considered a beast.
It's just that I need to take a cold bath to calm down temporarily.
Coming out of the shower, Song Yan was already awakened by the sound of water, and opened his eyes sleepily: "What kind of shower are you taking at night?"
Song, who was sleeping drowsily, was tired of the coldness in the daytime, his voice was a little hoarse, but it sounded very soft, and he was buried under the quilt, very obedient.
Xia Zhiye who had just taken a cold shower: "... because of the heat."
Song Yan: "No."
Close your eyes, eyelashes drooping quietly.
Xia Zhiye watched for three seconds: "..."
It seems a little cute.
It's okay, it's human instinct to appreciate beauty, and beauty transcends gender, he just happened to meet a roommate who is too good-looking, it's no big deal.
Thinking of this, Xia Zhiye let out a breath of hot air slowly, but it's almost half of September, why hasn't it cooled down yet.
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As soon as the weekend was over, there was light rain in Nanwu for more than ten days in a row, the temperature dropped sharply, autumn came one after another, and it was the end of September in the blink of an eye.
In the evening it was the performance of the art festival, and a few members of the drama group were allowed to skip class in the afternoon and go directly to the art building for rehearsal.
Song Yan covered his head with a jacket and lay on the gymnastics mat to catch up on sleep.
Xia Zhiye came back from the physical room with his things, walked to his side, squatted down, opened his coat, revealing that beautiful and violent little head.
Song Yan raised his eyelids: "Do you want to die?"
Xia Zhiye shook the things in his hand: "I bought it specially for you."
Song Yan: "?"
Xia Zhiye: "The first cup of milk tea in autumn, others have it, but my tablemate can't live without it."
Song Yan: "..."
How old you are, how can you still be brainwashed by the nonsensical Moments marketing methods of the merchants, not naive.
While disgusted, Song Yan took the milk tea and took a sip.
Bubble milk tea does not contain pearls, the milk tea is 46, half sugar is warm, it is his taste.
Fatty sniffed the scent and sneaked over: "Master Xia, I also want the first cup of milk tea in autumn."
Xia Zhiye glanced at him: "Are you my deskmate?"
"?" Fatty couldn't understand, "The gap between the front table and the same table is so big?"
Xia Zhiye replied: "No."
Fatty: "That's right."
Xia Zhiye: "The main reason is the difference in appearance."
Fatty: "..."
He didn't want to understand why he wanted to humiliate himself in the first place.
Kong Xiaoxiao didn't give him a chance to continue thinking, and pushed open the door of the physical classroom with a "bang", with a face full of anger: "I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm really mad."
"What's the matter, Miss Xiao?" Zhao Ruiwen asked.
Kong Xiaoxiao: "Do you know that the competition system has been changed this time?"
Everyone: "?"
"I just heard in the office that this award is not graded by the teachers of the grade group. It is a secret ballot for the whole grade. Each person votes for three different programs that they like, and finally the awards are ranked according to the total number of votes."
Xiaopang was puzzled: "Isn't this good? It's fair and just and open."
"It's pretty good, so good that Yang Yue and Zhao Yu bought hundreds of cups of milk tea and distributed them everywhere, saying that anyone who votes for "Romeo and Juliet" can go to the sixteenth class leader."
"Fuck!" Xiaopang reacted, "You mean they are bribing the judges?"
Zhao Ruiwen was so angry: "How can they use this corrupt method of the capitalist class to corrupt justice and unity among our people?!"
Xiaopang yelled: "It's just too shameless!"
Zhao Ruiwen was furious: "He is the scum of society at all!"
Xiaopang asked: "So where can I get the milk tea?"
Zhao Ruiwen replied: "I want to know too."
"Papa" two times, one fat and one thin, heroic sacrifice.
Before the two of them had time to get up from the ground to admit their mistakes, they heard: "Ah, why are you again?"
Hearing this voice, Kong Xiaoxiao felt powerless instantly, turned around, and said weakly: "I also want to ask, why is it you again?"
"I can't help it, there are people in other classrooms. We have changed our clothes and we are going to be on stage in an hour, so please let us rehearse here, okay~ I invite you to drink milk tea~"
Yang Yue is probably the standard pure school girl's appearance, tall and thin, fair and clean, with long black hair and delicate facial features, almost no straight man can resist coquettishness.
Seeing that Xiaopang and the others were about to surrender and rebel against the enemy, Kong Xiaoxiao stared back and said, "No need. It's still the same sentence, first come, first served."
Yang Yue pouted: "But last time we let you all go."
Kong Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows indifferently: "Who made you come one step late every time?"
"..."
Seems to make sense.
Yang Yue couldn't say no to her, turned around, "Husband~"
Her illegal husband glanced into the room: "It's okay, let them. Anyway, at their level, we can't lose if we miss one rehearsal."
Hearing what he said, Yang Yue followed his gaze to the corner of the body room, and then said "ah", "Oh my god, are you going to perform in this kind of chemical fiber ancient costume rented from a studio?"
Kong Xiaoxiao: "?"
Yang Yue looked incomprehensible: "This is too cheap, and the stage effect will definitely not be good at that time. You see, my mother spent tens of thousands of dollars to make clothes for me and Zhao Yu. It has no texture, and it will play."
After crackling, he covered his mouth as if he had suddenly realized something: "Oh, I'm sorry, sorry, I didn't mean that, I just speak my heart out, I can't speak my mind, and I didn't mean to offend you. After all I also know that not everyone can afford this kind of clothing fee, but I didn't think about it, don't mind it."
"Yeah..." Kong Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes almost to her heels.
But the opposite is a girl, and she is not good at using violence.
While holding back in a panic, Xia Zhiye in the corner suddenly asked Song Yan slowly: "Is there too little milk in the milk tea I bought this time?"
Song Yan seemed to understand what he wanted to say, and took a sip: "A little bit."
Xia Zhiye nodded: "Sure enough, I said why the smell of tea is so strong."
Flutter.
Kong Xiaoxiao couldn't help laughing.
Yang Yue's face turned green.
Xia Zhiye raised his head with an innocent face: "What's the matter, did something happen just now?"
Kong Xiaoxiao suppressed a smile: "It's nothing, I just plan to invite you to drink Dahongpao another day, to slowly smell the smell of Longjing before the rain."
After speaking, he turned his head and looked at Yang Yue: "Since your family is so rich, but you are still competing with ordinary people like us in No. 3 Middle School, why don't you think about your own problems first. Otherwise, you will only take the exam every time. It's not appropriate to spread half the score of others and think that the pretty girls in our school have bad brains."
Class 16 is a nominal art and sports special recruitment class.
In fact, it was just a class of poor students in a key high school at the end of the crane where students from good families but poor grades were reluctantly sent in by their parents with money.
Usually everyone is concerned about face, and no one will mention this.
At this moment, Kong Xiaoxiao directly pointed it out, making it clear that she didn't want to beep with Yang Yue anymore.
Yang Yue was ashamed and annoyed: "You...you..."
You have spent a long time, because your vocabulary is too scarce and you have nothing to do, so you can only throw down angrily, "see you tonight if you have any skills", and then walk away with her dress worth tens of thousands .
Zhao Yu quickly caught up.
Kong Xiaoxiao was in a good mood after winning the battle, turned around and greeted: "Come on, continue the rehearsal, it doesn't matter whether the award is awarded or not, the important thing is that we can't lose to the pair of big camellias, this is our class in the field of art. On the final bottom line."
Fortunately, the rehearsal went well.
Zhao Ruiwen is a bit talented. According to the situation of each actor, he changed the characters of the script to fit as much as possible.
For example, Zhu Yingtai has been changed into a high-cold beauty, and her lines are basically sarcasm and sarcasm, with some laughs and memories, and Song Yan's acting is natural.
Ma Wencai is a simple and rich second generation. He was worried that Liu Yue would not want to act, but after he took a week off from work, he became more at ease. He was not warm and friendly, but he was cooperative.
Xiaopang and Zhang Mianmian and their funny supporting roles are also very relaxed.
As for Xia Zhiye, he is born to be an actor, so there is no need to worry about it.
Kong Xiaoxiao was very satisfied: "That's right, we should be able to hold on to the bottom line of art in our class if nothing happens."
Zhao Ruiwen: "It might be a bit of a surprise."
Kong Xiaoxiao: "."
Zhao Ruiwen: "I just remembered that I forgot to prepare the rose petals for the last scene."
"..." Kong Xiaoxiao asked calmly, "Are you a pig?"
Zhao Ruiwen replied obediently: "So can anyone tell the pig what to do now?"
For the last scene to look good, at least one or two hundred roses are needed. After buying them, they have to pick off the petals one by one. The amount of work is huge, and the show will officially start in half an hour. Where are they going to get it now? Many roses to go.
Zhao Ruiwen regarded death as home: "Why don't you just kill me in the last scene to add to the fun, it should be better than the effect of roses."
"No, I'm very weak and can't see blood." Xia Zhiye clapped his hands and stood up, "You guys go and prepare other things first. Song Yan, Xiaopang and I are going to buy roses."
Song Yan: "?"
Xia Zhiye explained: "It's definitely too late to find Ruan Tian's foreman's fee now. At present, only you have the strength to be the sponsor."
Song Jinzhu: "...OK."
Fatty: "Then what am I going to do?"
Xia Zhiye looked at him: "The flowers are quite heavy, are you willing to let this thin and petite gold master father move with me?"
Fatty: "...?"
Do you have any misunderstandings about the words thin and petite
Xia Zhiye is worthy of being a junior bully of the third middle school who can compete with his social buddies in this area, and he is very familiar with these winding alleys.
He took them out of the school gate, wandered around, and found a flower shop after a few steps.
The decoration is very literary and artistic, it looks like it is newly opened.
Most of the bouquets are also packaged with a sense of design, unlike those old flower shops that are all bundled up in a mediocre way.
"Xiao Xia, why are you here, are you shopping for flowers?"
The owner of the store is a very beautiful young girl. When she saw Xia Zhiye, she greeted her familiarly. She seemed to have known her for a long time and had a good relationship.
Xia Zhiye tilted his head and explained to Song Yan: "This store just opened during the summer vacation, and little mahjong really likes to come here to play."
Song Yan didn't know why he suddenly explained this to himself, a little confused: "So?"
"So..." Xia Zhiye didn't know why he suddenly explained this to him, "It's nothing, just to say something."
Then turned to look at the shopkeeper: "Sister, we need one or two hundred red roses, do you have any here?"
My sister is very proficient in calling.
Song Yan hooked the strap of his schoolbag, his expression indifferent.
The lady owner at the side was very enthusiastic: "Yes, I just bought a batch of red roses from the flower market in the morning, and the leaves haven't been shaved yet. Do you want it? If you want it, I'll give you a cheap price."
Xiaopang's eyes lit up when he heard the word cheap: "Yes, we want one hundred and fifty."
"Okay. Then I'll go to the warehouse and count them for you."
As soon as the owner turned around, the wind chime at the entrance of the flower shop rang: "Boss, I want three hundred red roses now, please hurry up."
Familiar and contrived bubbly sound.
Turning around, it was indeed Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu also saw them, his face sank instantly, and then he chose to lift his chin, staring at no one, and continued to say to the shopkeeper: "The ninety-nine flowers need to be wrapped, and the rest can be packed in bulk. We need it urgently, please wrap it for us now. "
The shopkeeper pointed at Xia Zhiye: "These two handsome guys came first, I will help them count first, and then I will come to you, understand?"
Fatty: "?"
Isn't it three handsome guys
The owner's tone was reasonable, but Zhao Yu didn't have to discuss it: "Give me the bag first, and I'll pay 20% more."
This is exactly the same as Tianliang Wang Po.
The lady owner couldn't help laughing: "Little brother, does Mr. Mary Suba watch too much TV series? But I'm sorry, my sister doesn't like this. Anyway, here I pay attention to a first-come, first-served basis. Are you willing to wait?" Just wait, if you don’t want to wait, go to another place, walk slowly and don’t send it off.”
After speaking, he turned and walked into the warehouse.
The rest of Zhao Yu's face was red and white.
But if there is any bloodiness, it is time to turn around and leave.
However, there is only this flower shop within a few miles, and it is too late to go further to buy time. By then, the flowers will not go back, and the stage effect will be broken. Yang Yue can make trouble with him for three days and three nights.
So no matter how reluctant you are, you can only wait.
Zhao Yu couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "What an idiot girl."
Turning around to go outside to smoke a cigarette, but was blocked by an overgrown leg.
He raised his head angrily: "Why?"
Xia Zhiye raised his chin and pointed to the warehouse: "Apologize."
"Are you sick, Xia Zhiye?" Yang Yue wasn't here, and Zhao Yu didn't bother to pretend to be a gentleman anymore, "It's none of your business if I scolded that woman? Are you fucking addicted to pretending all day long?"
After scolding, before Xia Zhiye opened his mouth, Xiao Pang stopped doing it: "You still have the nerve to say that others are pretending, and don't look at your own virtue?"
"What kind of virtue do I have?" Zhao Yu sneered, "No matter what virtue I have, I will not be reduced to being expelled from the field and then run to the third middle school to beat my swollen face to pretend to be fat. Why, Xiashen is used to being praised, so I forget Is it something that I can't get along outside?"
"You're the one who can't get along in the real world. Our Master Xia came to No. 3 Middle School for the sake of our brothers. Unlike some people, who can't get into a key high school and rely on their family to spend money. It took a long time." It’s really just a bat with chicken feathers on it, forgetting what kind of bird I am.”
"Yes, my family has money, what's the matter, are you envious? How about I help you pay for the money for these roses, so I can save some money and save your tattered dancers. After all, who made your class monitor poor You can’t even pay the tuition fees outside the field, so you can only mix with poor students like us in the same school?”
There was jealousy and disdain in his tone.
Because other places are not comparable, I start to slander my only strength.
Fatty really looks down on this kind of person.
But this time, before he could turn on the mic passionately, Song Yan, who had been silent in the corner beside him, said coldly, "The dancers in your class seem to be in a hurry to use roses."
He looked at Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu didn't know why he suddenly asked this, and threw a sentence impatiently: "Nonsense, if you don't need it urgently, I am worth it to be here with you for a long time?"
Song Yan nodded: "That's good."
Zhao Yu: "?"
Before he could realize what he meant, Song Yan looked at the shop owner who was busy in the warehouse and asked, "Boss, how many roses do you have in total?"
The owner answered quickly: "Three hundred red flowers, three hundred white flowers, and two hundred champagne-colored flowers."
Song Yan asked again: "Can you replace Rose?"
The shopkeeper thought for a while: "Then there are only roses, and there are more than a hundred flowers."
Song Yan nodded after hearing the words: "Well, I want them all, don't leave even one flower."
"?" Zhao Yu, who was complacent because he had the upper hand, was stunned for a moment, and then realized, "Fuck, Song Yan, you are fucking sick!"
Song Yan took out the black gold card that Song Minghai had given him before, settled the bill, then turned around with an indifferent expression on his face: "Sorry, I'm not sick, I'm just rich."
Zhao Yu: "..."
Fatty: "..."
Xia Zhiye: "..."
Hard to refute.