Xie Yu didn't even notice that the irritability and impatience in his eyebrows gradually faded from his body.
He folded the note again, the trash can was on the side, he hesitated for two seconds and still didn't throw it away.
He Chao has a certain quality.
His kind of nonchalance, completely out of his own style.
Although the grades were appallingly poor, the teachers of various subjects felt a little bit of a headache, and often couldn't help laughing and crying. But after class, Wu Zheng would occasionally ask He Zhao to go to the court to play ball: "Boy, what did you say in math class? Come to the court at noon and I'll teach you a lesson."
This matter has nothing to do with Xie Yu, but I don't know why every time He Chao is named and criticized, he can be involved.
Wu Zheng pointed to Xie Yu again: "You kid will come too."
So after eating at noon, He Zhao was dragged to the playground, and Wanda Luo Wenqiang and the others came to make up the number of people.
Wu Zheng has a strong lineup, except for Lao Tang, the history teacher in the next class, and even Director Jiang.
Wu Zheng has a high level of chalk throwing, but his ball skills are unsightly. After all, he lacks exercise in the office every day, and his body and bones cannot compare with young people as he gets older.
"Let's do this, let's release the water later." He Zhao whispered during the intermission, "Let Mad Dog and the others score a few more goals."
Wanda said, "Brother Chao, this is a bit difficult. Their skills are really good. I can't compare to you. The play is too difficult. I don't think I can act."
He Zhao squatted and patted Wanda on the head: "It's hard, I'll teach you. When he scored, would you kneel down like this, and then slammed your fist on the ground in a very annoyed way, showing your concern for the mistakes on the pitch. That deep remorse..."
Wanda was a little dazed after hearing this: "Is it so exaggerated?"
"There's a lot of drama, you can act it yourself." Xie Yu squatted on the side, holding a bottle of water in his hand, and put the cap on the bottle, "Don't involve anyone else."
"This requires everyone's cooperation," He Chao said again, "You are not someone else, you are my tablemate."
Before Xie Yu could reply, Luo Wenqiang was the first to express his unwillingness to cooperate: "Playing match-fixing is a serious violation of the spirit of sports! I disagree!"
He Chao: "… "
Taking care of Lao Wu's playing experience, they still let the water go, and Wanda listened to He Chao's advice and even used the diving. But Luo Wenqiang would rather die than let go of water, so He Chao, who also acted as a "pig teammate" script, tried his best to suppress the development of Luo Wenqiang's players.
Luo Wenqiang was in excruciating pain: "Brother Chao, what are you doing, which team are you from... Brother Yu, take care of him."
Xie Yu: "Why me, it's none of my business."
In the end, Wu Zheng and the others played in a refreshing, high-spirited manner, feeling that they were 18 years old again.
Even made an appointment for the next one.
The voices in the study gradually weakened.
After listening to them quarreling for a long time, Xie Yu almost understood it. The conclusion is that the pen that Zhong Jie bought for him when he was a child was accidentally knocked by Zhong Guofei and dropped to the ground.
A problem that has not been resolved for three years has erupted again at this moment.
Zhong Guofei felt that Zhong Jie was so old, why was he still messing with him.
"The two of you are calm and calm, it's not the way to keep arguing like this." Gu Xuelan chased out of the study.
Zhong Jie took the car keys and went out: "Calm down? I'm very calm."
Zhong Guofei was also angry, especially Zhong Jie lost his mind and said a lot of excessive things to him, but he couldn't help but stood at the stairs and asked, "Come back, where are you going? Where are you going to live if you don't live at home?"
Zhong Jie didn't turn his head back, and decided to be a decadent club club boy full of alcohol and loneliness.
In fact, staying at home is not very exciting. After eating, I go to the room and occasionally play games with Dalei.
Just like the space dynamic that Wanda posted after returning home: home, salted fish, drunk and dreaming of death.
"Don't go over there, help me." Zhou Dalei knew Xie Yu's ability to play games. He had never seen a player who was more suitable for solo queue than Xie Yu. Knowing that, he still hasn't played for so many years. Can get used to, "You see I'm about to die if you don't see me. Thank you boss, it's not you who cut me and you don't feel the pain, right
Xie Yu was unmoved: "Hello."
"… "
"My dish," Zhou Dalei joked, "I'm all because of who, who can stand a teammate like you who is more cruel than the enemy, ah?!"
Xie Yu played two rounds, looked at the time, and said, "You play, I'm down."
Zhou Dalei always felt as if he had forgotten something, until Xie Yu said he was offline, he patted his head, and then he remembered: "Aunt Lan's birthday is today, right?"
"I almost forgot, you said hello to Aunt Lan on my behalf, and wished her more and more beautiful, everything goes well," Zhou Dalei complained again, "Why don't you remind me."
The guests downstairs have not left.
On Gu Xuelan's birthday, although Ms. Gu made it clear that she didn't need to hold a special birthday party, a lot of people came to the house one after another, and gifts were piled on the table.
Zhong Guofei's status in the business world is high, although no one is optimistic about this Mrs. Zhong, he still has to have the proper etiquette.
"Reminding you, what are you doing?" Xie Yu closed the game interface and put one leg on the edge of the chair. He was a little sleepy in front of the computer for a long time. "Are you going to send plastic flowers again?"
Zhou Dalei said: "Don't look down on plastic flowers. Although they are fake, they will never wither. It is very practical for me to give gifts."
"Then giving a scarf in summer is also called practical?"
Zhou Dalei will not admit that his level of gift giving is flawed, and quibble: "... Anyway, winter will come sooner or later."
"Should I still compliment you?"
At six or seven in the evening, everyone was almost gone.
The house was quiet, the servants cleaned up the fruit bowl, mopped the floor and wiped the table, and Zhong Guo flew out to see off the guests.
Gu Xuelan was a little tired and was about to go upstairs. When she passed the kitchen, she saw Xie Yu inside, with an apron around her waist and her cuffs rolled up a few folds. She was holding a handful of green vegetables in her hand and carefully washed them under the tap.
The water in the pot was just boiling, and the steam continued to rise. Xie Yu raised one hand to lift the lid of the pot, and then put the noodles in. When he did these, he was very skilled, and he was not sloppy at all.
Xie Yu was no stranger to the kitchen. In the past, Gu Xuelan was busy with work and didn't have time to take care of him. For dinner, he either went to Auntie Leimei's house for dinner, or started a fire by himself, simply serving a bowl of noodles or fried rice.
Gu Xuelan didn't make a sound, and stood at the door of the kitchen to watch.
A very simple bowl of noodles, vegetables, chopped green onion, fried egg.
The young man lowered his head, his eyes full of concentration.
Gu Xuelan watched as her eyes became wet unknowingly, she turned her back and raised her hand to cover the corners of her eyes.
Xie Yu didn't say much. After Ms. Gu finished eating the noodles one bite at a time, he said, "Mom, happy birthday."
Gu Xuelan nodded and replied softly.
She couldn't say anything hypocritical, and finally said: "It's getting late, go to bed, and have class tomorrow."
Tomorrow is Monday again, Xie Yu was lying on the bed and was about to turn off his phone when two messages flashed on the notification bar above, the time was just right.
From the penguin friend "He Chao".
- Xie, found something good.
-Add WeChat 1502XXX7043 to learn about homework ghostwriting.
Xie Yu paused with his fingertips on the screen, and after a while, a question mark appeared:
He Chao: Our grade, professional ghostwriting.
He Chao: Shen Jie said that this person has strong business ability, fair price, and can imitate handwriting, so that even Director Jiang can't see it.
He Chao: And if you catch one, you lose ten.
Xie Yu: So what
Xie Yu felt that his knowledge of scumbags was too limited, and he was simply not qualified.
- The voice tells you, is it convenient now
Although not interested, Xie Yu cheered up and replied: Good.
The next second, He Chao sent an invitation.
Xie Yu didn't look closely, thinking it was just an ordinary Lianmai.
As a result, after pressing the confirmation button, He Chao, who had just taken a shower and was wearing only a pair of underwear, appeared in the center of the screen: "… "
Without wiping his hair, He Chao stepped on the ground with his bare feet, bent over and turned over his clothes beside the bed. The shoulder blades and back were slightly tensed along with the momentum, and the red rope was hanging around his neck. The youthful vigor was almost flamboyant.
Xie Yu was silent for two seconds and then said, "What do you want to do? Show off your black panties?"
"Fuck," He Zhao was also startled, and turned back with his clothes, "...what is this."
He Zhao was busy getting dressed. He originally wanted to talk, but accidentally turned it into a video.
The light on Xie Yu's side is not very good, it's a little dark, it looks like he should be lying on the bed, He Chao put on his clothes and pants in twos and threes: "I made a mistake, you don't want this expression, you obviously earned it, brother's body..."
"It's okay, I'll hang up."
He Chao stopped bragging about his body: "Something, yes, that ghostwriter."
Xie Yu didn't know a ghostwriter. He Chao had any need to talk to him alone, so he asked casually, "Can I get a 20% discount on two assignments?"
"No," He Chao said, "Do you still keep the piece of paper I gave you, and what kind of homework do you have? I don't even know what I wrote."
"… "
Xie Yu 'greets' He Chao in a calm mood without swearing, roughly meaning to let him stay where he is cool, and then prepare to cut off the video call.
"Try it, in case you have a relationship with my words."
"You have to ask the ghostwriter if it's fateful to write your words," Xie Yu said. "How many things can he write about you?"
After Xie Yu finished speaking, he directly hung up. The phone screen flashed back to the desktop, and the Wisdom Fruit icon that I forgot to uninstall was still lying quietly in the 'Games' category, with a touch of green especially conspicuous.
Before you know it, it's already dark outside the window. The wind blew in from outside the window, with a slight coolness.
Xie Yu closed his eyes, his consciousness getting weaker and weaker, but he knew that summer seemed to be over soon.
The hot and sullen summer when Zhou Dalei shouted "Fuck your mother and grab my Ziwu" on the phone and He Chao hooked up his black mask and smiled and said "I am a mixed race from eight countries" is coming to an end.