"Why do you feel itchy?"
"Nonsense, once I have a girlfriend, I can finally connect theory with practice and delve into the differences and wonders of female physiological structure. How can I not be itchy when I think about climbing another peak in my scientific career?"
Wen Liang laughed and said, "It should be because your hands are itchy. How can you climb without using your hands?"
Ren Yi said disdainfully: "You vulgar man, how can you understand the infinite beauty of the scientific world when you think with your lower body?"
"Brother Ren, I'm actually quite curious. Are you looking for a girlfriend just for scientific research? Don't you have any personal emotional needs?"
Ren Yi squinted at him and said, "It's more consistent with your usual image to talk about lust directly. Why are you pretending to be a cultured person?"
Wen Liang was about to retort when Ren Yi laughed, holding the cup lid with both hands, with an indescribable look on his face, and said, "Brother Wen, you've always been popular with women, I'd like to borrow your hand, come on, draw one!"
"I smoke?"
Ren Yi nodded wildly and said, "You got the beauty, I'll wash the dishes for you for the next two years!"
Wen Liang had no reason not to do such a good thing. He reached in and stirred it for a while, then took out a ball of paper with two fingers and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I touched your girlfriend's first time."
Ren Yi pouted, took it and put it in the middle of the table, then clasped his hands together and bowed, chanting: "Buddha bless you, Buddha bless you, if you can find a girlfriend, I will give you a pig... But I have to make a promise, I will only give it to a beautiful woman, otherwise I won't give it to anyone else!"
Wen Liang felt very upset after hearing this. Could he be so stingy as to bargain with the Buddha
Ren Yi slowly opened the paper ball with the piety of a pilgrim: "Class 7, row 3, seat 6. OK, it's her!"
Wen Liang finally understood how to find a girlfriend by drawing lots and was completely shocked by the wisdom of the working people. He spread out the other paper balls in the cup lid and saw that Class 1 had four seats in row five, three seats in row three, Class 2 had one seat in row seven, and five seats in row six, and so on. He had almost caught all the classes in the first year of high school.
But Wen Liang was keenly aware that these numbers were not written randomly. Ren Yi wisely removed the first three rows and the last two rows of each class. As we all know, in high school, the students in the first three rows were either short or wore glasses, and the possibility of beauty was too small. The last two rows were mostly problem characters in the class. Even if there were a few beauties occasionally, they were all known as the public transportation. Although Ren Yi was not very picky, he was also a mysophobe!
However, even the wisest man can make mistakes. Wen Liang whispered, "This, this method is too against the will of heaven... Brother Ren, if this seat is a man... Well, you know..."
Ren Yi was stunned for a moment, his eyes changed from hesitation to pain, from pain to sadness, and then slowly turned into fearless determination. He bit his lower lip and said resolutely: "If it is destined by God, I, I will accept it!"
Wen Liang was burnt on the outside by the thunder, but he fully demonstrated the moral cultivation of a qualified friend. He grabbed Ren Yi's hand, shook it vigorously, and said: "Great love, this is great love!"
"Let's go, don't say anything, go to Class 7 now, I will definitely support you to the end!"
Just then, music started playing on the radio, and the two of them remembered that it was break time. Hua Xi Que had recently been cracking down on those who skipped the exercises. If they were caught, they would be paraded with placards. It was extremely cruel. Ren Yi hesitated and said, "How about we wait until school is over at noon?"
"What are you waiting for? The longer the night, the more dreams you will have. Maybe in this moment, your girlfriend will receive a love letter from someone else. If she agrees to it without thinking, won't your hat be green?"
Ren Yi was provoked by him and slammed the table, saying, "Go, go, let's go together, let's go together!"
Skipping exercises during class breaks is always a technical job. You need to study the skills involved, which is much more time-consuming than the masters of later generations who only know how to play League of Legends. However, with Wen Liang around, these are not a problem. He asked Ren Yi to hide in the corner of the corridor, and then waited for Hua Xique to bring the student union patrol team to check Class 3. Wen Liang covered his stomach and said that he had diarrhea today and could not do exercises. Hua Xique nodded expressionlessly, but did not forget to casually tell him to "rest more" before leaving. After they checked all the classrooms and moved to check the toilets, Wen Liang took Ren Yi and quietly slipped to the door of Class 7.
The front and back doors were locked. Wen Liang turned his head to see if there was anyone there. He pulled the window, luckily it was not locked from the inside, and it opened. He jumped up lightly, bent over and waved to Ren Yi, saying, "Come in quickly."
Ren Yi, this bastard, got scared when the time came. He shrank back and said, "Brother Wen, I think we should take it slow. If you sneak in without asking, my first love will be discredited from now on."
Wen Liang rolled his eyes, jumped down from the windowsill, and said, "Why don't you secretly take a look to see if it's a boy or a girl first? Are you waiting for them to be here to watch? Are you stupid?"
Seeing that he had a bad look on his face, Ren Yi turned around and tried to run, but Wen Liang grabbed his shoulders and pushed him to the window, then kicked him in the butt. He had no choice but to climb in through the window obediently. He didn't know whether it was excitement or fear, but his calves were trembling.
"Three rows, six seats, this is it."
Wen Liang pointed his finger and was about to run over when he suddenly thought of a question and asked, "Brother Ren, where do you start counting on that piece of paper?"
"Everything is counted from north to south. Your direction is wrong. This is the correct direction!"
Ren Yi stood in front of three rows of six seats. The towering bookshelves were neatly organized, the table and stools were spotless, and a silver-white Hero fountain pen lay flat in the middle of an open exercise book, and the bullet cup next to it was exactly the same as his own.
This is the most common and common student seat in Qingyi Middle School. In addition to being cleaner and simpler, it is even impossible to tell whether it is a boy or a girl.
Ren Yi's eyes fell on the blank space to the left of the pen, where the answer to a political question was written. Of course, his interest was not in the answer itself, but in the lines of beautiful and graceful handwriting on the paper.
He didn't know the specific meaning of these two idioms. To be precise, he didn't practice calligraphy and didn't understand characters. But these eight words suddenly emerged in his mind, eight words that he had probably seen in "Reader" or "Youth Digest".
Perhaps, only handwriting like this deserves such an evaluation!
Wen Liang came over and saw Ren Yi standing there in silence. He leaned over to take a look and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Great calligraphy!"
"I thought I was the only one with this feeling, but it turns out this person's handwriting is really that good!"
"It's more than good," Wen Liang picked up the exercise book and said, without disguising his admiration, "If this handwriting was in high school, it would be a magic weapon that would beat all of us in seconds!"
Ren Yi didn't know what was wrong with him today. He didn't show his usual stubbornness or tears until he saw the coffin. He said, "The handwriting is so good, it must be a boy... Forget it, let's leave!"
“Why are you in such a hurry? Let me see her name first. Oh, Song Wan, Song Wan…” Wen Liang deliberately read it twice with four tones, and to Ren Yi it sounded like Song Wan. He could not hide his disappointment, sighed, and prepared to turn around.
Wen Liang closed the exercise book, turned the cover to Ren Yi, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, brother Ren, the third row, seat six, is a girl!"
Ren Yi opened his mouth wide and asked, "Did you really win?"
He was stunned for three seconds, then suddenly jumped up while holding Wen Liang, and shouted, "Brother finally has a girlfriend. May Buddha bless you, may Buddha bless you, I will give you a pig tomorrow, no, two pigs!"
Wen Liang turned his head to the side to avoid the spitting saliva, and said helplessly: "Brother Ren, there is a difference between a girl and a girlfriend. You have to chase her to realize your dream of giving a pig to the Buddha... Let me say one more thing, the Buddha is a monk, can he eat pork?"
Qingzhou has always had the custom of making a wish for a pig, but those people all went to temples like the Goddess Temple and made the wish to the Buddha. Ren Yi should be the first one.
"Ah, that's right," Ren Yi stretched out his hands and bowed again, saying happily, "Buddha, you are so kind. You didn't eat my pig and granted my wish. When my parents go to Zhao Gongming to burn incense again, I will definitely burn one more for you," he patted his chest loudly, "Don't worry, it must be the longest, thickest and biggest one!"
Wen Liang finally managed to break free from Ren Yi's embrace. After hearing these words, he was finally furious and said, "Brother, Zhao Gongming is the Taoist God of Wealth. You took advantage of his incense to burn incense to the Buddha. Did you deliberately slap Sakyamuni's face? The Buddha's face is so fat, is it because of you?"
Ren Yi quickly slapped himself in the face and said, "It was a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue. I won't say much about thanking you. All I can say can be reduced to four words: Amitabha!"
"Don't pray to the Buddha anymore. The Buddha may not agree with you." Wen Liang carefully examined the handwriting again and said, "Brother Ren, look at this handwriting. Not to mention us, even the one in No. 1 Middle School who claims to be a descendant of Yan Zhenqing, has studied calligraphy for thirty years and is well-known in the Jiangdong calligraphy world, 'Yan Changlian', may not be as good as this classmate's handwriting."
"The handwriting reflects the person. The handwriting is so beautiful, the person must be good. Any problem?"
"Of course there is a problem. The handwriting reflects the person. But your explanation is not right." Wen Liang wanted to vomit blood, but for Ren Yi's sake, he still said seriously: "This girl's handwriting is like a needle drawing on sand, penetrating into the wood. She has such accomplishments at such a young age. You can imagine how strong her character is."
Ren Yi still didn't understand, and said, "Tenacious character? This should be a compliment, right?"
Wen Liang smiled bitterly and said, "She has a strong character, which shows that she is not someone who can be moved by words. To put it more clearly, she has goals and ideals, and will never let premature love affect her studies!"
Wen Liang opened the exercise book to the first page. Ren Yi took a closer look and saw that the handwriting on it was even more dramatic and beautiful. It read: I can't express my ambitions unless I go to Tsinghua University or Peking University; I can't enlighten my mind unless I reach the top of the sky.
“What a great ambition…”
Ren Yi clapped heartlessly and shouted: "I just like girls with ambition..."
"Really? I don't like sneaky boys. Excuse me, who are you and what are you doing standing next to my seat?"
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