The result of indulgence was that the bed sheets were wet, leaving behind a whole night of shameful memories, with marks all over my body, my hands and feet were weak, and my whole body felt powerless.
Jiang Zhihuo took advantage of his physical condition and was lying on Yan Mu's lap with a tablet in his hands.
Yan Mu's voice came from behind my ear: "The results are out."
Jiang Zhihuo focused on the battle situation: "No hurry, wait until I finish the dungeon."
Yan Mu added: "People in the group are showing off their grades."
"How much?" Jiang Zhihuo asked casually.
Yan Mu: "Chang Luo 630, Zong Bei 619, Xie Qiu 620."
"Wow, not bad!" Jiang Zhihuo, "What about the school beauty?"
"She didn't send it." Yan Mu said, "Maybe she didn't find it."
Candidates from all over the province were checking their scores, and the website had already been overwhelmed. The only ones who could check their scores now were those with extremely fast networks or those with the "Chosen One" status. Jiang Zhihuo was not in a hurry, and Yan Mu did not rush him.
At this moment, Jiang Zhihuo's phone screen lit up.
He was playing games on his tablet with his phone aside, and Yan Mu was the first to notice the movement.
It was Li Muhe calling, but the phone was on silent mode, so Jiang Zhihuo, who was concentrating on the dungeon mission, didn't hear it.
Yan Mu was silent, struggling for a long time between hanging up directly and pretending that he didn't see it, and finally reminded: "Xiao Zhou, the phone is on."
"who?"
"…" Yan Mu, "Brother Li."
As soon as he heard that it was Li Muhe, Jiang Zhihuo immediately stuffed the tablet into Yan Mu's hands, asked him to help him complete the copy, and then turned over to answer the phone.
Yan Mu: “…”
They were close together, so Yan Mu could hear Li Muhe's voice: "Xiao Huo, I heard the results are out, have you checked?"
"Not yet, squeeze in, I'll check later." Jiang Zhihuo adjusted his sitting position.
His voice sounded lazy when he was lying down. He didn't want Brother Li to ask him what he did last night.
"Brother Li, how are you doing lately?"
While speaking, Jiang Zhihuo secretly glanced at Yan Mu.
Every time I talk to Brother Li on the phone, this guy loses all his personality. He either looks aggrieved or pretends to be angry with a cold face. I can find a lot of reasons to make him hang up the phone.
"I just finished a project, it's okay." said Li Muhe.
It has been a long time since I last talked to Brother Li, so Jiang Zhihuo planned to go out of the room and talk.
As soon as his feet moved a little, Yan Mu raised his hands to hold him, hugged his armpits, and held him in his arms like a child. Then he naturally picked up the tablet, put his arms around Jiang Zhihuo, and put his arms around his waist, encircling him.
Yan Mu: "You continue chatting."
Jiang Zhihuo: “?”
Looking okay today
Jiang Zhihuo used Yan Mu as a human cushion and chatted with Li Muhe for a few words. He had not said many words when he suddenly felt an itch behind his ear. Jiang Zhihuo was startled and stopped talking.
Li Muhe asked: "What's wrong?"
"without… "
Before he could even utter the word "it's okay", Jiang Zhihuo smelled a faint scent of rain and dew again. Yan Mu's hand was on the back of his neck, and he was helping him with a copy. His arm rubbed against the gland intentionally or unintentionally. This posture brought them closer, and his breath inevitably hit the back of his ears.
"It's okay, Brother Li, there are mosquitoes." Jiang Zhihuo bit the last two words heavily, turned around and glared at Yan Mu, signaling him not to touch her.
Yan Mu pretended to be confused and mouthed: I don’t.
After saying that, he glanced down.
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
The estrus period has just passed, and the glands are extremely sensitive at this moment. After two or three movements, all the feelings from last night were aroused, and my breathing unconsciously quickened.
There's no way to talk on the phone!
Jiang Zhihuo found an excuse to hang up the phone, pinched Yan Mu, and said fiercely: "What are you going to do!"
Yan Mu raised the tablet, the dungeon had been cleared, and he said, "I am concentrating on helping you complete the dungeon."
Jiang Zhihuo: "Hand!"
"The posture is comfortable." Yan Mu pushed the pot away, glancing down vaguely, as if to deliberately remind him, "It was you who got up, Xiao Zhou."
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
There's nothing to say, just get started.
He pushed Yan Mu onto the bed and rubbed her. Yan Mu did not fight back. During the fight, he picked up the tablet and typed in his admission ticket number. Then his aura changed. Although he did not show much expression, his whole body was blooming: "Xiao Zhou, congratulations."
"What?" Jiang Zhihuo still wanted to beat someone up.
Yan Mu turned the screen to Jiang Zhihuo, and his college entrance examination results were displayed on the official website.
Name: Jiang Zhihuo
Total score: 746
Provincial ranking: 1
The night of becoming the provincial top scholar is destined to be not peaceful.
That night, Jiang Zhihuo received countless calls from admissions offices of various universities. Jiang Zhihuo had a clear goal: to go to B University with Brother Yan, and he politely declined invitations from other universities.
Next was Yun Xiaoxu. As soon as he picked up the phone, he heard a noise: "Fuck! Brother! I saw your name! The provincial top scorer! Fuck, it's really you! There's no one with the same name as you, right?! You're too strong, brother! My teammates are all shocked. I'm telling you!"
Then it was Soubei who said, "No. 1 in the province! How did you do that? I performed exceptionally well this time and got all my guesses right, yet you still managed to get a hundred points higher than me!"
Wenda Qu Xiao also found Jiang Zhihuo. When the call was connected, he was confused at first: "Shin? That Jiang Zhihuo, the provincial champion, is it you? Why do I feel like I'm dreaming? The bartender in our bar became the champion?! I became the boss of the champion?! Hahahahaha!!"
Jiang Zhihuo was in an uproar for several days. One day, two reporters interviewed him and he was on the news with the top scorer in liberal arts. The committee of the community where he lived with Yan Mu came to his house, took a photo of them and posted it on the community bulletin board. The next day, the community put up a banner - congratulations to Jiang Zhihuo, a resident of unit 3 in the community, for winning the top scorer in the college entrance examination.
The banner was a big and red one with three characters "Jiang Zhihuo" hung at the entrance of the community. He didn't dare go out for three days.
When the owner of the house heard that his tenant was a provincial top student and another who won first place in a national competition and was admitted to B University, he brought his daughter who was in junior high school to visit them overnight, shook hands with them, took photos with them, and waived their rent for the next three months.
Even the driving school called and asked, "Are you the top scorer? Do you plan to learn to drive during the summer vacation? This driving school will waive all fees for the top scorer."
After being interviewed by another media outlet, Jiang Zhihuo collapsed on the bed: "If I had known earlier, I would have participated in the competition. I only got around 700 points. How can it be so exaggerated?!"
Not only did Jiang Zhihuo himself explode, but when the media posted the photo of the top scorer on Weibo, the Internet also exploded. Jiang Zhihuo became a little famous that night and was on the hot search for two hours.
#The most handsome college entrance examination champion#
What the hell? Is this the appearance that a top student can have?! Come on, brother!
Isn't he so handsome?! Handsome and good at studying?! Oh my god?!
This handsome guy looks familiar. I seem to have seen him somewhere before? Is this in my dream
It’s not a dream, sister! We have really met! He has appeared in picku! !
Someone dug out a clip of the exterior of picku101 library. Yun Xiaoxu's group drew a difficult math problem and was at a loss as to how to solve it, so they had to ask for help from two handsome passers-by.
Wow, it’s really him!! I thought he was awesome when I first watched the show, but I didn’t expect him to get the top score?! 746? Who would have thought of such a score
Which school does he plan to apply to
B big! I heard that he is with his partner.
What? Partner? He has a partner?!
Don't say anything, sister, how could he not have one when he's so handsome! I'm from Lincheng too, he and his boyfriend have long been a legend in our area, one tops the college entrance exam, the other is recommended to B University through a national competition, a perfect couple, I envy, I cry, I kowtow!!
The days when the results were released were the busiest. Later, everyone was busy filling out their applications, and Jiang Zhihuo finally had the chance to have a few days of peace and quiet.
One week later, you need to print out the transcript and return it to school.
I haven't seen my classmates for more than 20 days. We chatted in the classroom for a while and then went to the school auditorium.
The principal came to the stage to congratulate everyone on their good grades. The grade directors gave brief volunteer guidance, encouraging students to choose a good city and a good major. They also recommended future hot industries for students to refer to. Teacher representatives expressed their feelings about the three years of high school. Finally, all the teachers and school leaders came to the stage.
“Thank you all for your hard work over the past three years.”
"May the mountains, rivers and seas remain unchanged from now on."
In the stuffy auditorium, the buzzing sound of the speakers echoed back and forth.
When Ding Jianhui walked into the classroom, everyone was making noises, chatting with friends in groups of three or four, and the boys in the back row gathered together. Ding Jianhui did not disturb them, nor did he ask everyone to be quiet. He knew very well that after today, there would be very few opportunities to gather everyone together again.
He walked into the classroom alone. The podium was clean. There were no test papers, no chalk boxes or chalk dust. Instead, there was a large box placed there. On the top of the box was a note: "Open it."
Any other ideas
Ding Jianhui smiled and opened the box.
When Ding Jianhui saw what was inside, he was suddenly stunned. His hand stopped in mid-air for a long time before he regained consciousness and moved stiffly.
There was a mess in the box.
Class 1 prepared a box full of gifts for Ding Jianhui.
A number plate pinned behind one's back when running, a black pen used to pray for good luck on exams, a large bundle of used refills, a book with pages turned to the point of curling, a stack of test papers, a pair of headphones, a uniform signed by everyone in the class...
There were fifty gifts in total, big and small.
There was a sticky note on each gift.
"This year's sports meet was for me to run 800 meters. It was horrible. I never want to run again!"
"In my third year of high school, I suddenly wanted to try to see how many refills I could use up. At first I thought two or three boxes would be enough, but wow, it's a whole bunch!"
"I like to use CG fountain pens the most. They are super easy to use! (The four words "praying for blessings" in Confucius Temple make me feel at ease)."
"This is my favorite book this year. I have read it many times. Whenever I feel tired, don't want to study, or feel hopeless in life, I will read it again."
"Headphones accompanied me through the evening self-study for a whole year. I liked to listen to light music while writing the test paper. It made me feel at ease."
"… "
Ding Jianhui took out the items one by one and looked at them one by one.
His hands were shaking more and more. It was clearly just a very light and small object, and in the end he could hardly lift it.
At the bottom of the box was a photo.
A group photo taken during the sports meet. Everyone was wearing class uniforms and crowded in the classroom. The shutter was pressed suddenly. Some people closed their eyes, some were looking at another person, and some had already posed.
They were crowded in the aisle, their desks were pushed into a mess and piled with test papers and textbooks, the windows were open to the outside, milky white clouds blended into the azure sky, and the sun was bright.
There is a message behind the photo.
"Teacher, we give you our three years of high school."
Ding Jianhui suddenly felt dryness in his eyes and his eye sockets were burning. He raised his head, pursed his lips and took several deep breaths.
He was so engrossed in what he was reading that he didn't notice his surroundings at all. Only then did he realize that the classroom had gradually become quiet. The students who had been laughing and playing returned to their seats, and the desks were no longer messy. There were no textbooks, no test papers, no small fans or power banks.
Everything seems like yesterday, yet everything is gone.
Only the overhead fan was still spinning hard.
Ding Jianhui looked at everyone. He was almost restrained, but his eyes were still red.
He turned his back to calm his breathing. After a moment, he turned back and placed his hands on the desk like he did in previous classes: "Classmates, get out of class is over."
The school bell rang in the corridor, long and crisp, mixed with the wet chirping of cicadas, spreading to every corner of the school.
That day, the sky was purple.
That day, the air was still hot and humid, and they were wearing school uniforms.
That day, they tried their best and moved forward courageously, but they could also lie comfortably on the table one evening and fantasize about their future high school life. It was over.
The author has something to say: I counted on my fingers and there are still ten chapters to be completed.
I feel a little reluctant to write one less chapter, alas...