On Monday morning, the classroom was as chaotic as ever.
Representatives of various subjects were rushing to collect homework, some eagerly copying homework, and others hurriedly stuffing steamed buns into their mouths.
In the morning reading class, Wu Guozhong energetically informed the time of the final exam: "There are still two weeks, take care, don't think about the garden party and the New Year's Day holiday, they are all in the past. This final exam is the district unified exam. , there will be a whole district ranking, it's time to show the strength of our first middle school students, don't embarrass me..."
No. 1 Middle School is the leader in the entire Xicheng. This kind of district unified examination has always been far ahead. The students also care about their own rankings. After listening to Lao Wu's words, they are really nervous.
It took about five minutes or so.
After class, eat breakfast if you are supposed to, and then blow if you are supposed to play.
Yet teachers go to great lengths to create a sense of tension ahead of final exams. In English class, Xu Beini gave out a set of test papers as soon as she entered the classroom, and took the test in the classroom.
"Don't forget everything after a short long vacation. The final exam is just around the corner, students. If this test paper is less than 80, some exercises are waiting for you."
Zhou Haoliang murmured: "It's too cruel, five points for one question, five wrong questions and it's over."
He passed the answer sheet back, and when he turned around, he accidentally bumped into his tablemate, and the corner of one answer sheet was broken.
"Ah! I'm sorry, Brother Che, this..."
"It's fine, it can be used." Yin Che didn't care and took the answer sheet.
Zhou Haoliang finally believed what Zhang Ke said, Yin Che was actually really good at talking.
The last two answer cards, one with a folded corner and one flat, were divided between two people. Yin Che kept the folded one, and silently threw the other answer card on Jiang Yao's table.
Jiang Yao crossed his hand and took the one on his table: "I want this."
"...Sick?" Yin Che reached out and grabbed it.
Jiang Yao approached his ear: "Do you want to go to the office hand in hand with me?"
The last time the two of them scrambled for a draft book in math class, they were called out by Chen Shumei for a penalty stand, and finally they were forced to drag them to the office.
The bigger picture matters.
Yin Che immediately retreated: "Don't rob me next time."
Jiang Yao smiled: "I'll grab it, what can you do with me?"
Zhou Haoliang in the front row was full of question marks.
WTF? What's so good about a broken answer card
A morning passed.
After experiencing the brainwashing and bombardment by teachers of various subjects, the students were all dizzy and felt the fear of being dominated by the final exam. In the physical education class in the afternoon, everyone went straight to the playground like a bird released from its cage.
This point of No. 1 Middle School has won the hearts of the people. Except for the week before the exam, the school clearly stipulates that sub-classes such as sports and art are not allowed to be used, so as to prevent students from being too stressed and having nowhere to release.
Guo Zhixiong borrowed basketball before class, and excitedly invited the sports committee of the next class to compete.
"Next week we will measure 800 meters and 1000 meters."
The gym teacher's words stunned everyone.
Even a few students who usually run faster are not willing to measure long-distance running. Just like reading books but not reading comprehension, interest and compulsion are two concepts.
Zhang Ke: "I'm afraid I'm going to make up the exam like last semester... Brother Yao, teach me how to run fast."
When he mentioned it, others also remembered that Jiang Yao had been a blockbuster at the sports meeting a few months ago. Up to now, students in other classes occasionally say "that runner in your class is very fast."
"Jiang Yao, I think you never exercise, how did you do it? Did you practice secretly?" Han Meng asked.
Jiang Yao smiled: "Well... I know it at the same table, ask him."
Everyone turned their attention: "Brother Che...?"
Yin Che: "It's natural, you guys don't have any drama, just give up."
"… "
"… "
People don't talk much, and the level of persuasion is first-class.
When the classmates all dispersed their activities, Jiang Yao squeezed with him on a bench: "I am indeed born with developed motor cells, which may be inherited from my father. But I also exercise every day, do you want to come to my dormitory tonight? I'll teach you how to build muscle."
"Not interested." Yin Che moved aside.
Jiang Yao followed and said, "It's okay not to look at it, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep after seeing your brother's figure."
"Ugly can't sleep?"
"Do you think it's possible?" Jiang Yao opened the zipper of the school uniform jacket, lifted the sweater to reveal the innermost bottoming, pointed to his abdomen, and whispered, "If you are allowed to touch it, just touch it, you can't touch it more, Brother is not the kind of casual man, only a boyfriend can touch him indefinitely."
"..." Yin Che punched him in the lower abdomen, "Who cares."
The touch of the hit is very solid, it will rebound, and it has muscles.
Jiang Yao covered his stomach and arched his back: "It hurts! It's okay not to love, but please don't hurt!"
"I'm not trying hard, what are you pretending to do?"
"It really hurts... I ate too much for lunch, and I haven't fully digested it yet." Jiang Yao frowned and gritted his teeth, "It will be better if my boyfriend touches it..."
Yin Che was about to be shaken, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he punched him again.
The physical education class did not relieve the pressure before the exam, but added a burden. The students were finally forced to enter a state of tension before the exam under the pressure from all sides.
Every day, I don’t do exam papers or talk about exam papers. Homework is still exam papers. A careful student like Yang Yile prepares a folder for each subject, which is divided into categories.
And like some students who are relatively big and three rough, they are always in a state of not being able to find the test papers.
"Let's look at the fifth question... Zhang Ke! I've already covered the fifth question, and you haven't found out the test paper yet!" Xu Beini said angrily.
Zhang Ke was also anxious: "Teacher, I can't find it. It was clearly placed on the desk yesterday..."
"If you can't find it, watch it with your classmates first, and come to me after class to get a new set of redo."
"Okay..." Zhang Ke grimaced, moved his chair, and looked at the same table next to him.
Xu Beini then walked forward, talked about a question, looked up, and saw a table with no test paper: "Jiang Yao, what's the matter with you? What about the test paper?"
Jiang Yao was very calm: "Teacher, I can't find it."
"You just sit and stare like this when you can't find it? Zhang Ke has been looking for a long time. Did you just give up the rescue?"
The other students held back their laughter and shook their shoulders.
Jiang Yao was helpless: "Teacher, I want to watch it together at the same table with me, but he refuses to show it to me."
Yin Che: "..."
Xu Beini also knew Yin Che's temper and didn't want to force him: "You can't find it yourself, and they have no obligation to show it to you. Wouldn't you look for other classmates? For example, ask you at the front desk."
Zhou Hao nodded, out of solidarity and friendship among his classmates, he planned to lend a helping hand to the poor back table he was abandoned—
Jiang Yao: "Zhou Haoliang's words are so ugly, I still want to see my roommate."
Zhou Haoliang: "??"
Fuck solidarity.
Xu Beini also laughed angrily: "Are you too embarrassed to talk about others? Look at your own words, I want to skip every time I get your homework."
The other students couldn't hold back and laughed.
Xu Beini: "quiet! Jiang Yao, hurry up, find a classmate to watch it together, don't think too much."
"Okay, teacher." Jiang Yao stood up a little and planned to move the chair out.
"Crack!" Yin Che took the paper to the middle of their desks.
Jiang Yao immediately sat down, leaned over, put his elbow against the elbow of his tablemate, and whispered, "Better Cheche."
Zhou Haoliang, who had already made room for Jiang Yao to sit in front of him: "..."
It was wrong after all...
The consequence of making concessions is that Yin Che didn't listen to the second half of the class.
Jiang Yao was very close, not too close to disgust him, but when he spoke, his voice seemed to be whispering in his ear, very crisp and numb.
He couldn't figure out why this happened.
He expected that after rejecting Jiang Yao, Jiang Yao should give up, stay away, and pursue others.
How could he get closer to him instead...
Is he not acting cool enough
"Hey." Jiang Yao poked the back of his hand with a pen, "Next Friday, it's my birthday, there is an event at night, come?"
"Not coming."
"Come on..." Jiang Yao squeezed his jacket and shook it, "No one can come, you must come."
"Not coming."
"why?"
"Because I don't like you."
Jiang Yao was quiet for a while: "Okay, then forget it."
Yin Che thought he was angry, but after a few seconds, he heard him say in a relaxed tone: "I won't be doing activities anymore, I won't go back next week, I'll stay at school with you, and invite you to eat cake. ?"
Whose birthday is it? Yin Che wanted to ask.
What I want to ask is, why don't you give up
The week of review classes was a torment, and even the physical education class was shrouded in the dark clouds of the long-distance running test, lacking a relaxed and happy atmosphere. It was hard to stay up until Friday, thinking that next week will be the last week before the exam, all the sub-classes are suspended, there is only one long-distance running test, and the students start to miss the physical education class again.
During the lunch break, Guo Zhixiong came over with a basketball: "Jiang Yao, are you going to play?"
Jiang Yao covered the hot water just poured: "I'm afraid of the cold, I don't want to go out."
Well acted. If he hadn't seen him swim up from the icy little pond that night, his body was soaked without shaking, Yin Che would have believed it.
Guo Zhixiong didn't have much hope at first, and turned to look for someone else: "Han... Forget it."
Han Meng: "Why don't you just ask? What if I go?"
"Okay, are you going to play basketball?"
"Don't go."
"..." Guo Zhixiong was angry, "I'm a fool to ask you again!"
Han Meng looked at his back angrily leaving, inexplicably: "Isn't this the obvious answer? Did he know me on the first day?"
Jiang Yao shouted to him across the aisle: "Old Han, why haven't you been fat since you haven't exercised?"
"I practice yoga..." Han Meng Shi Shiran turned his head and suddenly exclaimed, "Damn! It's snowing?!"
He screamed loudly, and the others in the classroom also looked out of the window when they heard the words. There were really scattered white spots in the air, very few, and it was impossible to see them without careful attention.
Someone in other classes probably noticed that there was a commotion in the corridor outside the classroom, and all the students rushed out to watch the snow.
There is less snow in the south, unlike the northerners that are used to it, it is good to see it once or twice a year. A few small snowflakes ignited the atmosphere of the whole school. Several students who were unwilling to go out just now ran downstairs excitedly, folded their hands to catch the falling snowflakes, watching the snowflakes in the warm palms. Melt, laugh like a fool who has never seen snow in his life.
Almost all the students in Class 1 ran out of the classroom, and the remaining few who were by the window did not leave. They sat in their seats and looked out the window, and were also very excited.
"The weather forecast didn't say snow today!"
"It's a little small, I don't know if it can be done at night? It's big, I'm going to build a snowman and send it to the circle of friends!"
"Oh, I knew I had brought my cell phone secretly, what should I do if it stopped after school for a while!"
Yin Che was also sitting by the window this week, watching the snow falling from the sky, and remembered what Qiao Wanyun said on the phone last night that the red plums in the garden at home were blooming. If it can be covered with snow, it should be very beautiful. I want to go back and see it, but I may not be able to see it next year.
But I just went home last week, I don't know if Yin Ze will be unhappy...
"Would you like to go downstairs to see?" Jiang Yao asked.
Yin Che shook his head and withdrew his gaze: "Just watch it here."
A gust of breeze blew, and the long bare tree trunks outside the window did not sway, but changed the trajectory of the snowflakes and flew into the classroom window.
A few pieces swayed and landed on the tip of Yin Che's hair. It was so light that I didn't notice it.
Jiang Yao hesitated, but still stretched out his hand: "You have snow on your hair."
He moved quickly, and when he spoke, he had already brushed the snow away, and Yin Che had no time to hide.
Jiang Yao didn't take his hand back, hung it on the back of his head, and chuckled: "Can the hair be touched? So what?"
His hand moved forward slowly, the palm of his hand touching the soft strands of hair, and then the five fingers were gently inserted into the hair.
Yin Che looked at the gradually enlarged face in front of him, his eyes were out of focus, and he was a little dazed.
After he was 7 years old, no one but his parents had touched his hair so intimately.
His parents, all relatives, friends and teachers secretly told him that my children are naturally introverted, and they will be disgusted if they cannot be touched.
Disgust is indeed disgust, but it is not very happy to go from a child who will pat his head and praise "so cute" when he sees it, to become a child that everyone can't avoid overnight.
But everyone is for his own good, what can he say.
"This way you won't kick me?" Jiang Yao was already very close, the warm breaths of each other met, the air became hotter, and the snowflakes melted at the touch.
"Then I... can I do something more extreme?"
Jiang Yao smiled, the light outside the window reflected in his eyes, as well as the reflection of the person in front of him.
His hand went down slowly.
Yin Che suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.
Jiang Yao's little finger touched the small piece of skin that was not covered by his turtleneck sweater.
The slightly cool fingertips gently rubbed, absorbing his exposed warmth, soft as snowflakes, but the touch was not fleeting like snowflakes.
Yin Che froze in his seat, as if someone had tapped his acupuncture points, motionless.
"Why didn't you kick me?" Jiang Yao asked in a low voice.
His eyes were more excited than those of the students who saw the snow.
It seems to have discovered some unknown secret, and it seems to have discovered a fresh and delicious prey, ready to move, like some kind of hungry carnivore.
"Little brat... If you do this, you'll make me feel better."
The author says:
As long as you are brave enough, you can win it tonight. As long as you are strong enough, go to open a room immediately.