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Lu Shenxing pulled out the mottled red paint chair and sat on the podium.
Everyone wailed, why did the King of Hell come so early today? The evening self-study hasn't started yet, okay? !
Especially Wang Hui, who wanted to vomit blood. He squeezed out a little money from his teeth every day and saved it for more than half a month. In the afternoon, he excitedly ran to buy the latest tape, which contained several songs by the recently popular Little Tigers.
He was waiting to share it with everyone, to show off, to show off, but in the end he didn't even finish a song, and the excitement he brought up was completely suppressed.
In the whole class, Wu Yuan was the only one who felt uncomfortable.
Lu Shenxing was calm and composed, marking the test papers despite the resentment floating in the classroom. He stroked the red ballpoint pen nonchalantly. The vocabulary of his senior year in high school was much simpler than that of his time.
The times were far behind the times, and prices were so low that he often couldn't believe that anyone with a Nokia or Motorola in their pocket was a wealthy person.
Lu Shenxing tidied up the graded papers, and the atmosphere in the classroom made him a little irritable.
There has never been silence in the class. Even if there is no whispering, there will be sneezing, coughing, blowing noses, spitting, moving tables and chairs, books falling to the floor, and the sounds come one after another...
Endless.
At seven o'clock, Lu Shenxing started listening. He intentionally or unintentionally moved the recorder toward the door, closer to Wu Yuan.
Everyone started reading along, and many students were fishing in troubled waters, eating, humming songs, dozing off, passing small notes, and so on.
Lu Shenxing has learned to turn a blind eye. He has also been a student, and he feels that it was given to him by himself and cannot be forced.
He got up and moved his hands and feet, walked to Wu Yuan's desk and stood there. Wu Yuan held his head with his hands, covering half of his face, as if thinking. This posture had not changed since he entered the classroom.
Lu Shenxing buttoned the table, and the students around him immediately focused their attention on Wu Yuan.
Wu Yuan slowly put his hands down.
Lu Shenxing half-leaned against the edge of the table, casually picked up the counseling materials piled on top and began to read through them.
Wu Yuan's nerve endings were tense. He solved the problem nervously, taking every step carefully. He checked the formula again and again to confirm the answer.
He didn't know that Lu Shenxing was a scumbag in other subjects except English and couldn't understand it at all.
Lu Shenxing went out after the evening self-study session, and touched Wu Yuan's little finger before leaving.
Wu Yuan's heart jumped to his throat. He didn't know what was going on, but he felt that the man was teasing him, blatantly.
Wang Hui was startled when he turned his head, "Wu Yuan, why are you blushing?"
Wu Yuan was sluggish for a while before looking at Wang Hui. His cheeks were flushed abnormally, and even his ears were red.
"Don't you have a fever?" Wang Hui put his hand to Wu Yuan's face, but was slapped away before his fingertips even touched him.
Wang Hui inhaled in pain, and he looked like fuck, "If I touch you, you won't lose a piece of flesh. How about such a big reaction?"
Wu Yuan wiped his face and took a deep breath. Just as he was about to get up and go out, he heard Wang Hui say, "Are you and your girlfriend the same?"
His hair stood up immediately, "Which one?"
Wang Hui winked and said, "That one!"
Wu Yuan put on a straight face and pretended to be calm, "I don't know what you are talking about."
Phew, Wang Hui showed an inscrutable expression. Afterwards, his face was filled with happiness, "I understand, Lin Lin and I are like that. We have been thinking about it for several days. Really, she is the only one I see in my lunch box now."
Wu Yuan was frightened, were they thinking the same thing
"Did you stick your tongue out?" Wang Hui said as if he would tell ordinary people, "Lin Lin has a cold. She will be fine the next day after our treatment. You can also try it, it is sure to be effective."
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It turned out that he was talking about kissing. Wu Yuan pursed his lips unconsciously. Can doing that also cure a cold
The next moment his expression changed, and his focus was wrong.
Someone shouted outside the classroom, "Wang Hui, a beautiful woman is looking for you!"
"Here we come." Wang Hui jumped out holding the table.
Wu Yuan arranged the books on the table one by one. He absently scratched the table with a pencil sharpener. When he came to his senses, a word had been carved there.
He scratched it quickly.
"Wu Yuan, do you want to read this story?"
Liu Yihan finished speaking softly. When he saw that Wu Yuan didn't take care of it at all, he deliberately knocked the corner of the table away and walked away angrily clutching the book.
Wu Yuan held onto the table, confused.
The next morning Wu Yuan received a love letter, pressed into his English book, which happened to be the page he was going to recite today.
I dreamed about you last night.
The handwriting was scrawled, with only one sentence and no signature. Wu Yuan's first reaction was that man. His throat was dry, and he tore up the paper and destroyed the body and traces.
Lu Shenxing sneezed while standing in the water room. He turned on the faucet. The water bottle exploded as soon as he lifted it up. His arm was burned with several big blisters.
The old man who collected the tickets saw that he just left like that, so he stretched his neck and asked, "Teacher Zhang, do you want the water bottle shell?"
Lu Shenxing said with a dark face, "No more."
When the old man heard this, he quickly ran over, dumped the broken gallbladder, and returned with the still new shell.
It was August. He was sweating at every turn, and the blisters were even more painful. Lu Shenxing was really suffering. When he was writing on the blackboard, the blisters had already connected into a geometric shape.
Everyone looked at Lu Shenxing with sympathetic eyes. Some female classmates quickly moved away after taking one look. The person looking at him seemed to be in more pain than the one who was burned.
Wu Yuan watched it for a long time. He wrote a lot of wrong words in that class.
After school, Wu Yuan went to the shop to make a phone call. He put the phone against his right ear and said, "Uncle Fourth, it's Wu Yuan. I'm looking for my mother."
The middle-aged man in the hardware store put the phone aside and shouted outside, "Cuixiu, your son is looking for you!"
Wang Cuixiu in the shop is counting her meal tickets. These are what students get when they buy steamed buns, and they can all be bought in the shop.
When she heard the shout, she ran over, "Hey, hey, Xiaoyuan, it's mom."
Wu Yuan lowered his head, "Mom, if your arm is burned, is there any way to make it better quickly?"
Wang Cuixiu was frightened when she heard this, "What? Where did it get burned?"
Wu Yuan said, "It's not me."
Wang Cuixiu breathed a sigh of relief, "Did you get burned by something, boiling water or fire
Wu Yuanmo || stroked the phone cord and said, "Boil the water."
Wang Cuixiu asked, "Did you get blisters?"
Wu Yuan hummed, "It's out."
Wang Cuixiu said, "Poke the blisters with a needle and don't tear off the skin. It will be fine in a few days."
After hanging up the phone, Wu Yuan took out two cents from his pocket and gave it to the boss.
He walked to the corridor, paused for a long time, then climbed up to the third floor and knocked on the door on the left.
Lu Shenxing opened the door and saw the young man at the door. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Come in."
Wu Yuan didn't move, "You soak the blisters on your arms..."
Lu Shenxing interrupted him, "Come in and talk."
Wu Yuan pursed his lips and walked in. The moment the door closed behind him, he regretted it.
"Break those blisters, they'll be healed quickly."
Seeing that he wanted to leave, Lu Shenxing said, "I can't backhand, please help me."
Holding the needle nervously, Wu Yuan swallowed his saliva, stabilized his arm, and pricked all the blisters on Lu Shenxing's arm in one go.
Lu Shenxing felt pain and itching, "Sit down for a while and the teacher will talk to you."
What to talk about
Wu Yuan frowned, "I'm going to the cafeteria to get food." It's troublesome to wait in a long line if you're late.
Of course I knew, Lu Shenxing pretended not to hear.
Wu Yuan sat on the chair cautiously. After a while, he put his hand into his pocket, touched it, took it out, and then put it in again.
Lu Shenxing had noticed it a long time ago. There was a smile on his lips, a little helpless, "Do you have Thumbelina in your pocket?"
Wu Yuan's mouth twitched.