As soon as the alarm clock rang, Zhuang Fanxin reached out from the bed and clapped his hand, but he didn't open his eyelids at all. He continued to sleep with a grunt, and a message popped up from the phone beside his pillow.
"Let's go together, see you at the door." Gu Zhuoyan said.
Zhuang Fan sat up in a daze, glanced out the bright window, and remembered the start of school today. He diligently took a shower and put on his school uniform. He didn't have time for breakfast, so he put on his schoolbag and went out the door.
The bicycle was parked by the gate, Zhuang Fanxin approached the probe and saw that Gu Zhuoyan was already waiting at the gate, he asked for advice, "Shall I ride you?"
Today, Gu Baoyan also started school. Xue Maochen took the child and drove off in an off-road vehicle. There were no other means of transportation left at home. Gu Zhuoyan looked at the thin arms and legs, and refused, "Let's take a taxi."
Zhuang Fan didn't care, he threw the car key into the basket, and went out with Gu Zhuoyan. There was no sun, the weather was humid and sultry, and it felt like a storm was suffocating.
When I got into the car, it was inevitable that there would be congestion on Monday morning, which made people lose their temper. Zhuang Fanxin turned to look at Gu Zhuoyan, who was wearing the white tennis shirt, with straight and broad shoulders, a slender neck, and his long legs were bent when he sat, and the sweatpants of the school uniform could not reach his ankles.
It is estimated that his eyes are a bit watery and fiery, Gu Zhuoyan looked back: "What's the matter, classmate?"
Zhuang Fanxin boasted: "Your school uniform is so new."
After looking at it for a long time, you can see that the school uniform is new? Gu Zhuoyan did not intend to explore, but always reminded himself to be gentle and considerate. He raised his hand and stretched the collar on the back of Zhuang Fanxin's neck, and said, "I'll give you another red one, as new."
Zhuang Fan didn't care: "I don't want it, your number is so big."
How old was rejected, Gu Zhuoyan coaxed without discouragement: "It will be suitable when you grow taller."
Zhuang Fan turned his face to one side in annoyance. How could this man not open the pot and lift it? He will be an adult in one year, and he is not even sure if the falsely reported two centimeters can grow. He was thinking, should he go to the hospital another day to measure his bone age
Alas... Teenagers measure bone age, middle-aged people see hair loss, it's the most pitiful.
The atmosphere in the car was neither embarrassing nor embarrassing, Gu Zhuoyan didn't do anything, and simply shut up and acted as a taciturn handsome guy. Suddenly Zhuang Fanxin's cell phone rang wildly, he took it out and saw that the head teacher had just told everyone in the group, school uniform, school card, summer homework, arrive on time, followed by a bunch of classmates' replies.
Immediately afterwards, the head teacher sent another notice: A transfer student has been added to my class this semester.
Because Zhuang Fanxin leaked the secret in advance, there was almost no response from the boys, only the monitor gave a hypocritical "applause". Zhuang Fanxin held up his mobile phone to Gu Zhuoyan and said, "Mr. Xia has officially announced it to you."
"Yeah." Gu Zhuoyan said, but his reaction was relatively flat.
Zhuang Fanxin couldn't hold back his words: "Actually, I told the boys in the class before." He remembered everyone's reaction at that time, and couldn't help laughing, "They all hope to be girls, haha."
Taking care of Zhuoyan is still not salty or indifferent, but as the party concerned, it seems that it has nothing to do with him, Zhuang Fan pushes the opponent's arm: "Transfer student, can you give me some feedback?"
Gu Zhuoyan cooperated and said, "wow."
Woo you... Zhuang Fan was helpless, and turned his face back to look at the scenery. Gu Zhuoyan also turned his face to look out of the car window. It was not so blocked anymore, and many students passed by on the road.
After a long while, he suddenly asked, "Then do you want to be a girl?"
I don't know if it was an illusion, Zhuang Fanxin felt that Gu Zhuoyan asked casually, but he seemed to be a little serious. "I didn't," he replied, "and I knew you were a boy."
Arriving at school on time at 7:30, Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin went in with the crowd, one went to the office building to find a teacher, and the other went to the classroom in the science building.
They broke up temporarily on the corridor, and Zhuang Fan said, "Then I'll wait for you in the class."
Gu Zhuoyan walked to the office building, surrounded by high school students of the same age. Seeing each other in a summer vacation would inevitably be noisy, and those unfamiliar smiling faces brushed shoulders with him all the way. The people here, the classrooms, the library, even the textbooks, a tree by the sidewalk, are all unfamiliar to him.
But there was only one Zhuang Fanxin, who accompanied him in the exam in advance, praised his brand new school uniform on the way, and said kindly and familiarly that he was waiting for him in the classroom in the midst of all the strangeness and unknown.
He walked faster.
The whole science teaching building was noisy and chaotic, and the second and third classes of high school were no exception. The laughter and laughter could be heard at the end of the corridor. Suddenly, Zhuang Fanxin rushed in with his schoolbag on his back and shouted, "Mr. Xia is here!"
Everyone was startled at the same time, and they rushed to their seats to load garlic, opened the book, and glanced at the door like a thief. After more than ten seconds, the front door was quiet and empty, and looking at Zhuang Fanxin again, the unfortunate thing covered his face and shivered with laughter.
Everyone was so furious that they killed Zhuang Fanxin's small body on the table, pulled the school uniform, and rubbed the soft hair like an electric shock.
At this time, another person rushed in shouting, it was Qi Nan: "Yinan has a 20% discount for the start of school today, isn't it beautiful!"
Zhuang Fanxin heard the hum and said, "Stop advertising... save me first..."
Qi Nan took a closer look: "Damn it, what are you doing to my little roommate?!"
Everyone said in unison, "Violence!"
Qi Nan said angrily, "Why don't you wait for me to come together!"
The classroom was even more chaotic than before. Boys and girls were fighting with each other, and the desks and chairs were twisted and twisted. Zhuang Fanxin lay on the desk and panted for a while, and was bullied to the point of sweating.
When everyone was tired and calm down, Zhuang Fan said with a fluffy hair in his heart, "Hand in your English homework, if you haven't finished it, hurry up and make it up."
The representatives of each subject raised their voices to collect their homework, which was similar to collecting scraps. Zhuang Fanxin did the housekeeping silently, moving the desks and chairs by the window to the last row, and then scrubbing them back and forth with a rag, then Gu Zhuoyan Just sit down.
The classmates arrived one after another. As soon as the morning reading bell rang, everyone consciously returned to their seats. The living committee came back with the sundries, and threatened that the head teacher was bringing the transfer students closer. This news is true.
"Are transfer students handsome?" someone asked.
The life committee nodded sharply: "Handsome!"
"Prettier than Zhuang Fanxin?"
"Be more manly than Zhuang Fan!"
Zhuang Fan pricked up his ears, and was very embarrassed when he heard the answer, but citizens have freedom of speech, so he warned: "Keep your voice down, don't let me hear!"
The head teacher appeared at the door of the classroom, and the whole class fell silent. Zhuang Fanxin put a stack of English homework in front of him. He folded his arms and rested his chin. He sat down with an obedient appearance.
Xia Wei looked around to count the number of people, which row of tables was not aligned, and which mop in the corner was not properly placed, and then picked on. No problem, he cleared his throat: "I'm in the second year of high school. We are going to join a new classmate in the third class of science. Now we invite the new classmate to show up and get to know everyone."
Gu Zhuoyan was standing at the door. After Xia Wei finished speaking, he heard warm applause and cheers. The moment he walked into the classroom, he had the illusion of being on the big stage of the Spring Festival Gala.
He stepped onto the podium and met the gazes of more than 40 pairs of eyes from the whole class. He was watched and scanned from head to toe.
Qi Nan touched Zhuang Fan's heart: "Is he handsome or am I handsome?"
Zhuang Fanxin said, "You don't have to wait for some people, and you don't have to ask some questions."
The average teacher stands on the podium, and anyone below can see it. Gu Zhuoyan is keenly aware of the movements of Zhuang Fanxin and Qi Nan at this moment. His eyes swept slowly, and finally stopped on Zhuang Fanxin, who was in the third row, with lighter hair color than others, and his arms thinner than others, talking secretly.
After Zhuang Fanxin finished speaking, he raised his head and met Gu Zhuoyan's gaze, a little serious, even a little cold. He mistakenly thought that Gu Zhuoyan was nervous, so he stretched out two index fingers to poke at the corners of his mouth and gently pushed them up.
Gu Zhuoyan understood, and then smiled slowly.
He said, "I'm Gu Zhuoyan, and I'm very happy to be in class three."
The whole class waited for a while before confirming that the self-introduction was over. Xia Wei said, "Don't be embarrassed. Let the students know more about you."
Gu Zhuoyan turned around and wrote down the mobile phone number on the blackboard, throwing the chalk into the box, and said reservedly and old-fashioned, "Please, please contact me if you have anything."
Everyone wrote down the numbers. During this interval, Xia Wei asked, "What about other aspects, you can tell everyone, for example, what are you good at?"
This kind of question usually appears in the admissions questionnaire. Gu Zhuoyan thought to himself, what are you good at? Responding to learning looking nerdy, fencing? I haven't practiced for a long time, the musical instrument, what if the art show calls him to perform a show in the future.
After thinking about it, he answered the most innocuous: "I'm very good at catching dolls."
To everyone's surprise, Xia Wei asked, "Did you grab the doll from the doll machine?"
"Yes." Gu Zhuoyan said, "As soon as you catch it, you will be sure."
The big guy is good at that, regardless of the stereotype or the temperament, Xia Wei is curious anyway: "Why are you good at catching dolls? Often?"
Gu Zhuoyan smiled: "The more you catch the little girl, the better at it."
The boys below couldn't hold back their excitement. Qi Nan tilted his head to lean on Zhuang Fanxin, and said with some turbulence, "Hey, why isn't there a little girl for me to catch?"
Before Zhuang Fanxin could speak, Xia Wei beat the drum first, to the effect that at this stage, studies were important and love was not advocated. Gu Zhuoyan stepped off the podium, and when he passed Zhuang Fanxin, he couldn't help but owe his hand. He raised his hand and touched the end of his hair. Unexpectedly, Zhuang Fanxin was also waiting for him, and poked his finger on the outside of his thigh.
The cleaning started at nine o'clock. After the teacher left, everyone cleaned up consciously. The representatives of each subject collected the homework and sent it to the classroom. Zhuang Fanxin was the representative of the English class, so he stayed there.
Gu Zhuoyan put the teaching aid materials of the new leader into the desk pocket, and when he looked up, he caught sight of Zhuang Fan's heart twisting.
"Same table." Zhuang Fanxin unbuttoned the first button, "Let you see something good."
Qi Nan hurriedly made up his English composition and said perfunctorily: "Why, you changed your phone?" Taking a quick look, he saw Zhuang Fanxin unbuttoned three buttons, revealing a small piece of pure white chest, "Damn, are you that hot? "
Zhuang Fanxin hooked his hands mysteriously: "Come here!"
Gu Zhuoyan stared blankly, he knew that Zhuang Fanxin was showing off his tattoos, as if he had pulled open his clothes and came closer to show him, and now he unbuttoned it for Qi Nan to admire.
He looked at the two of them three or four rows apart like this, leaning on the back of the chair, tossing and turning a fountain pen between his fingers. I saw Qi Nan approaching Zhuang Fanxin, with his head pressed against Zhuang Fanxin's neck, his face almost buried in Zhuang Fanxin's neck, and his gaze was naturally peeping at the shoulder under the school uniform.
"How is it?" Zhuang Fan asked smugly, "Is it good-looking?"
Qi Nan asked back, "Isn't it posted?"
"of course not!"
"Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."
The two murmured and clicked, and Gu Zhuoyan took off the pen cap. He thought, just such a small heart, looking at it for three seconds is superfluous. Thinking like this, he couldn't help but flick his fingers, and the pen cap hit the back of Qi Nan's head impartially.
"Oh, who is it!" Qi Nan shouted, looking around together with Zhuang Fanxin.
Gu Zhuoyan tilted his head and looked out the window, pretending that the scenery was unique here.
Time is running out, Qi Nan continues to make up the composition, Zhuang Fanxin is waiting by the side. He picked up the pen cap from under the seat, a black sticker with a star on it, remembering that Gu Baoyan had pasted it on his forehead.
Om, Gu Zhuoyan took out the vibrating phone and opened it to receive a text message.
Zhuang Fanxin: "Why did you hit my roommate?"
Gu Zhuoyan: "Not happy?"
Zhuang Fanxin: "Ask me next time!"