As soon as the day hits Thursday, it feels like Saturday is coming.
The wave of mock exams finally passed, and the classroom returned to its usual calm and warmth. Without the pressure of the exam, the whole person is relaxed. The sun shone into the classroom, and almost everyone was lying on the table, enjoying the warm and softness during the afternoon recess.
Meng Shengnan was scribbling and drawing on the white paper with a pencil, when Xue Lin poked her with her finger behind her.
"What's wrong?" she asked softly.
"Lend me your English notebook."
Meng Shengnan handed over the notebook, and after a while Xue Lin called her again.
The girl looked surprised: "Did you remember what the teacher said today?"
"-without."
"Forget it, here you go."
"You use Fu Song's."
"My God, his handwriting is super crazy. It's not bad to be able to recognize three characters."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
The boy who was slandered raised his head from the book at this moment, and took a look at the two. The eyes were faint, and Xue Lin trembled when she saw it, and hurriedly flirted with Meng Shengnan. Unexpectedly, the person asked as soon as he opened his mouth, "Why didn't you take notes?"
Xue Lin: "..."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
This person's way of thinking is really different from ordinary people. Xue Lin held back her laughter, couldn't help it, and then turned her head to one side. Meng Shengnan coughed twice, hesitated and didn't know how to answer, and it took a long time to reply.
"Isn't it okay to be lazy once in a while?"
"You can't be lazy in your studies."
Meng Shengnan sighed inwardly: "It's so tiring to keep your IQ online."
Xue Lin gave her an appreciative look.
Fu Song is serious: "That depends on what is going on. From a macro perspective, learning and IQ cannot be equated. So your answer is not valid. And—"
"Wait." Xue Lin interrupted the conversation, turned her head to look at him, and suppressed a smile: "Is there any microcosm to talk about next?"
As soon as the words came out, the two girls laughed together.
What's interesting is that people always want to laugh at what he said, but the key point is that he is as serious and meticulous as ever. Then I heard him speak again: "Meng Shengnan, it's not the first time you haven't taken notes today. You've been absent-minded these days, haven't you noticed?"
As it turns out, he was always right.
Strange to say, she didn't think about anything, but her mind went blank. After Meng Shengnan was criticized, he silently turned his head to reflect, and then rolled back to his original position to paint and paint. During the evening break, she was lying on the table playing with erasers silently. Nie Jing pushed her and motioned her to look out the window.
Qi Qiao knocked on the glass to tell her to come out.
"What?"
In the corridor, after hearing Qi Qiao's words, Meng Shengnan couldn't help exclaiming.
Qi Qiao shook her hand: "Nannan, why don't you go with me?"
Meng Shengnan really wanted to slap the girl: "What if the teacher finds out?"
"I've read the class schedule. There is no teacher in your class for self-study tonight."
"Where is the head teacher checking people?"
"Let your deskmate block it for you, just say you went to the toilet."
"Qi Qiao!"
"Nannan—"
Hey, I have goosebumps all over my body.
"It's just a performance, as for you."
"What do you mean by 'not just a performance', I can't miss every one of his performances!"
"Does Song Jiashu know you're going?"
"It was supposed to be Saturday, but unexpectedly it was brought forward suddenly, and I haven't told him yet."
Meng Shengnan rolled his eyes: "I'm really going to be mad at you."
"Just this once, I promise!"
Meng Shengnan drooped her shoulders and sighed, and was about to go back to the classroom to pack her things, but when she thought something was wrong, she grabbed Qi Qiao again before she walked away.
"Don't go back on your word." Qi Qiao said before Meng Shengnan could speak.
"Who's going back on his word? I'm asking you and how did we get out of school?" Meng Shengnan gritted his teeth in a low voice.
Qi Qiao smiled mysteriously, "Don't worry, I have a solution."
So, under the indifferent eyes of Fu Song, who criticized and urged her to make progress not long ago, Meng Shengnan lowered her head and carried her schoolbag, sneaking to the back door to skip class gloriously while there was no one in the classroom.
on the way.
Qi Qiao was riding a bicycle, and Meng Shengnan was sitting on the back seat like a princess.
"Where did you get the leave note?"
Qi Qiao was tired from riding, and had no choice but to bear with it: "It was given by the squad leader."
"It's a good relationship."
"That's right, Song Jiashu's iron buddy."
Meng Shengnan pursed his lips and smiled, then turned his head to look at the school that was getting farther and farther behind him. In the evening, the street was so long that the two of them were delayed for about 20 minutes on the road. When they arrived at the Chenguang Theater, the performance had already started for a while.
The curtain was lifted, and the aura was full.
Meng Shengnan and Qi Qiao sat in the second-to-last row, and of course there were no seats in front of them. Looking around, there is a stream of young students. Meng Shengnan was startled, and asked Qi Qiao that he skipped class to see it
Qi Qiao explained: "You are stupid for not having late self-study in No. 16 Middle School."
"Oh, forgot."
Song Jiashu is really a talented boy, he plays rock and roll, and he is also very good at hip-hop. Wearing a baseball cap, propping up his arms on the ground and turning around in a 360-degree loop with no dead ends, he is so handsome. The most important thing is that once the voice in his voice comes out, playing the guitar can fascinate a bunch of girls. Thinking of the girl in the flower house who played the guitar and sang Cui Jian at his school celebration party, the screams of the girls could shake the lecture theater to the ground.
Qi Qiao once asked her why she didn't like Song Jiashu.
Later, Meng Shengnan thought about it carefully. Song Jiashu's handsome is the kind of serious and charming, but Chi Zheng is not. This guy even walks carelessly and carelessly, and he smiles like that, which can stimulate people's heartbeat nerves. Maybe she is too well-behaved on the surface, but she has always longed for rebellion and freedom in her heart, so she can't help but notice him.
It was already nine o'clock when Song Jiashu's performance ended that day.
Meng Shengnan looked at Qi Qiao's clapping hands hurting, and shouted Song Jiashu's name at the top of his voice. After the performance, the boy came out from the backstage and called the two of them outside. There were no words to describe how happy Qi Qiao was.
Outside the theater, Song Jiashu looked at Qi Qiao with a cold face: "How did you get here?"
Qi Qiao: "Bicycle."
"That's not it."
"ah?"
Song Jiashu glanced at his innocent girlfriend, and said flatly, "Today is Thursday."
Meng Shengnan held back a laugh.
Qi Qiao realized it later, and gave a 'cough cough', "That, that—"
It was completely dark, there was no one on the side of the road, and the dim light fell on the three of them. Although the light was blurry, Meng Shengnan could clearly see the rare affection in Song Jiashu's eyes when he was looking at Qi Qiao. Just like three years ago, he blocked the door of the classroom after evening self-study and asked Qi Qiao if he wanted to be his girlfriend.
So in that situation, she wisely found an excuse and slipped away.
Take the bus alone, get on the bus, and get off early at the intersection of Fengshuitai Street outside my alley. As soon as the car drove away, as soon as her eyes widened, she saw a banner outside the wall of Tianming Internet Cafe on the second floor across the street, which read:
lol Warcraft second event.
Suddenly, Meng Shengnan's mind flashed back to the night when the car chain fell off a few days ago, someone in the group shouted something to forget next month's race. It seemed that he walked in uncontrollably subconsciously. There were so many people inside that the air was a bit stagnant.
"Meng Shengnan?"
Xilinxiao's voice was surprised and excited, and asked again: "Why are you here, after school?"
Meng Shengnan was embarrassed, "That—"
"Ah, I see."
Meng Shengnan had no choice but to force a smile, and then quickly changed the topic: "By the way, why are there so many people in the Internet cafe today?"
Xilinxiao smiled mischievously: "I don't know, today is the second round of the Warcraft Jiangcheng Division, and all the players here are masters and handsome guys!"
"Really." Meng Shengnan craned his neck to look in.
Xilinxiao: "Are you here to write the manuscript?"
"Don't write, join in the fun."
Next to the cash register, Xilin Xiao pulled her past and walked a few steps in, put his hand on her shoulder, and pointed to her: "Did you see the boy who was competing in the last row?"
Such a group of people started to play at the same time, and the sound of passionate keyboard tapping could shake the top of the Internet cafe. Surrounded by young students watching the game, all of them are full of youth, a bunch of men and women. Meng Shengnan looked through the crowd and landed on the boy Xilin Xiao said, which was still the place where she first met him.
Really, is also skipping class
"He is our Warcraft ace here, and he is super good at playing games." When Xilin Xiao praised him, his face was full of dynamics and progressive tense.
Meng Shengnan quietly watched the intense competition over there.
She asked Xilin Xiao: "How powerful?"
Xi Linxiao: "Well—anyway, he is very powerful, and many people call him the emperor."
Meng Shengnan frowned slightly, but said nothing.
Xi Linxiao thought for a while and then said: "He often comes here to pack nights, either playing games or playing games. Oh yes, once I saw his computer interface was full of garbled codes by chance, I couldn't even understand it. I kept typing on the keyboard, and it felt really cool."
Meng Shengnan stared there intently.
Xilinxiao: "Handsome?"
"Um."
"I heard that he has a girlfriend, but it's just for fun."
"How do you know?" Meng Shengnan looked back at Xi Linxiao.
Xilinxiao smiled slyly: "I've seen him bring several girls here, and each one is prettier than the other, and the key is that he can act like a baby."
Meng Shengnan couldn't help biting her upper lip.
Xi Linxiao: "Why do boys like the kind of girl who can act like a baby? The key is to enjoy it. If you want me-eh, I can't stand hearing that."
The game over there is in full swing. Meng Shengnan was separated from him by many people. Through the gap, he watched him move the mouse and tap the keyboard in a calm and careless manner.
The competition will last for a long time, and Meng Shengnan doesn't have that much time to stay here.
After a while, she didn't know what happened there, but at the moment she hesitated and turned her head to leave, a group of people booed and roared. She quickly looked over, and saw him standing up slowly in the crowd, smiling extremely upside down.
"Tonight's dancing buddy is reserved, whoever comes is the guest."
The roar was louder than before.
Meng Shengnan took one last look over there, then retreated silently, and walked home slowly along the cold street. Wudong is a five-star KTV in Jiangcheng, so he is really an acquaintance. Later, when she got home, she checked the prize money online, and it was tens of thousands, no wonder she was so generous. People like them are just looking for fun.
I can't sleep at night, so I lie on the bed and watch Xibao.
But the group of them wandering in the streets late at night kept popping up in their minds, going to Hall K, shoulder to shoulder. One of them was smiling lazily, smoking while walking, looking slovenly and cynical.
I went to school the next day and my eye circles were a bit heavy.
When she was studying in the morning, Xue Lin leaned over and squinted at her and smiled, but didn't speak. Meng Shengnan was a little surprised, "What's wrong?"
Xue Lin: "You skipped class last night."
"Well." She nodded slowly, and then asked, "Is nothing wrong?"
Xue Lin's face was serious.
Meng Shengnan bit her lip and asked softly, "Did Lao Shi find out?"
Xue Lin sighed slowly and shook her head.
"Has the Academic Affairs Office investigated?"
Logically speaking, it should not be so unlucky, besides, she came to the classroom in the morning and there was no movement at all. But Meng Shengnan was not sure about Xue Lin's appearance. She has always behaved well. If she is really caught this time, it will be terrible.
"Don't listen to her scaring you." Fu Song walked in from outside the classroom.
Xue Lin couldn't help her sullen face, and smiled suddenly, "You scared Meng Shengnan too carelessly."
"You are too good at pretending to be Xue Lin, so you might as well become an actress in the future."
Meng Shengnan breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest, and saw that Xue Lin couldn't stop laughing and leaned back and forth. Fu Song returned to his seat and turned out the book seriously. The two of them were a perfect combination, and she couldn't help laughing at the end.
Xue Lin finally stopped being happy and asked, "Tell me, why did you skip class?"
At that time, Zhengsheng was studying early, and almost all the students in the classroom went to study in the corridor of the playground. Their piece, just the three of them. Where did Xue Lin want to read, she just wanted to hear some exciting things from her.
Meng Shengnan finished speaking exactly.
Xue Lin was already frozen, and it took a long time before she said a word: "Why didn't you call me?"
Fu Song shook his head and smiled lightly. The boy took out Wang Houxiong from his pocket, turned to the function section, still staring at the book, and said casually: "Meng Shengnan hasn't thought about making progress recently, I think she may have regretted it now, if she spoils it again You, that would be a great sin."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Xue Lin: "..."
It was only later that Meng Shengnan found out that the squad leader actually checked people that night. It's just that Fu Song was in the same class as him in high school and asked him for friendship, so the matter is over. Xue Lin still felt a little regretful about this, she was filled with righteous indignation and would skip class one day, otherwise it would be meaningless not to cause some trouble in high school.
Oh, the thought.
A few days later, she once chatted with Fu Song. The boy asked her why she was always out of shape during her studies recently. Meng Shengnan sneered perfunctorily, the boy looked at her for a while, then shook his head.
Meng Shengnan couldn't find the reason either. Until that Monday morning when the flag was raised. Everyone crowded the small playground, standing straight and listening to the principal's lecture. The sky was still gray and foggy, spreading across the rows of blue and white school uniforms. The voice from the loudspeaker was honest and serious, and the accents of the names of the discipline-violating students were getting heavier and heavier one by one.
Then-
"Chi Zheng."
Her nerves tensed, and then she clicked.