There was an uproar in the classrooms of Class 3, and from time to time there would be a few cries of shit and shit, and some people even threw out their dialects in a hurry.
Luo Zhiyu: "?"
Xiao Yan: "…"
"What's wrong?" Luo Zhiyu was good at observing words and expressions, and immediately found something wrong in the chaotic class atmosphere. "Are you so excited about the school grass?"
Luo Zhiyu thought deeply: "I don't seem to be worse than you."
When Xiao Yan left the classroom of Class 1 (3), Luo Zhiyu further discovered that the eyes of his classmates turned from admiration to sympathy.
Luo Zhiyu: "?"
In the campus forum of No. 1 Middle School in the city, the students who secretly played with their mobile phones in the evening self-study built two discussion buildings. The protagonists of these two buildings are Luo Zhiyu and Xiao Yan.
Among them, the first floor firmly believes that Luo Zhiyu and Xiao Yan are pure, and the 0% pheromone match makes people only need to worry about whether they will fight.
The other discussion building firmly believed that there must be something between Xiao Yan and Luo Zhiyu, and Xiao Yan might be a scumbag.
111L (not known): ? He's not a scumbag.
112L: There is an internal smell.
113L (not known): ? Is there something wrong
114L (smoke filled): Forget it, forget it, forget it. wipe sweat.jpg
115L (smoke filled):.
The bell for evening self-study rang, and the students who had already packed their schoolbags rushed to the stairs.
"Don't, Brother Yan, you just gave up on whitewashing?" Tang Yuan felt that the facade of their dormitory could be saved again.
As a bystander, Fan Yue had watched from the first day of school to the present. He thought he had seen it very clearly, and sighed regretfully: "He is now, if he bullies Luo Zhiyu, he is a scumbag in our class's eyes, if he is right Luo Zhiyu is good, in the eyes of the third class downstairs, he is a scumbag and a prodigal son, and he is not a person inside or outside."
"It's so miserable." Zhang Shu agreed.
Xiao Yan himself didn't care much. He walked downstairs with the crowd step by step, and saw a person in the crowd from a distance. He took out a stack of post-it notes and a pen from the side pocket of his schoolbag.
"Let you not provoke him in the first place." Fan Yue could no longer suppress the gloating in his body, "reverse it."
Fan Yue didn't wait for his roommate to regret it, but watched his roommate draw a pig face with slanted eyes and a smile on the post-it note, took a few steps forward, and slapped Luo Zhiyu on the back.
Fan Yue: "..."
"Why?!" Luo Zhiyu limped downstairs with Jing Ximing's hand, unaware of the sticker on his back, "When did I become so familiar with you?"
"Can you do it?" Xiao Yan looked kind.
"It doesn't hurt as much as when I first fell, it doesn't matter." Xiao Yan's attitude changed so quickly that Luo Zhiyu found it difficult to adapt for a while, "Don't bother me, just don't forget it on the weekend."
The temperature outside was not high, and a group of students who walked out of the teaching building trembled as they walked to the dormitory area. For some reason, Luo Zhiyu always felt that the students passing by him were all looking at him, and some even laughed unabashedly.
"What are you laughing at?" Luo Zhiyu felt inexplicable, "I've never seen anyone wrestle."
The students divided into three waves on the side of the playground and went to their dormitory in various ways. Luo Zhiyu stopped and saw Xiao Yan and his three roommates, walking directly from the other end of the playground.
"What are you looking at?" Jing Ximing saw him stop. "That's the direction of the alpha dormitory. Did you stand there last time?"
"Can I go to their dormitory area after the playground?" Luo Zhiyu remembered that last night, he and Xiao Yan crossed the playground together, and there were people playing football beside him.
"Yes, yes, but let's take a detour. After taking a detour from the omega dormitory area, no one usually does this." Jing Ximing asked strangely, "Zhiyu, you still don't recognize the way as always."
Luo Zhiyu fell, and his hands were not very good. The door of the dormitory was opened by Jing Ximing, and Luo Zhiyu took on the task of turning on the lights when entering the door.
"Wait." Jing Ximing tugged at Luo Zhiyu, "What's on your back?"
Jing Ximing took off a post-it note from Luo Zhiyu's back.
Luo Zhiyu: "..."
Xiao Yan is a bastard.
[Not knowing]: [Picture], come out and confess.
[Representative of outstanding second-year high school students]: He said he was not there.
[I don't know anymore]: ? ? ? Fuck off.
[I don't know]: It's embarrassing to stick it on me if it's so ugly.
[Representative of outstanding students in the second year of high school]: Of course, it is not as good as you.
The man was talking and even changed his avatar. It happened to be the orange that Luo Zhiyu used to smash him this evening, and there was a melon-eating emoji drawn by Luo Zhiyu on it.
[I don't know]: You have eaten all the oranges, so use its portrait as your avatar.
[Representative of outstanding second-year high school students]:…
[Representative of outstanding students in the second year of high school]: Fairy frowning.jpg
Luo Zhiyu's cell phone rang, interrupting his chat with Xiao Yan: "Hello? Mom?"
"How did you feel at school?" The voice came from the other end of the phone. The signal was not very good, and it sounded a little distorted. "Have you studied well?"
"Yes." Luo Zhiyu, who didn't do his homework one night because of a hand injury, said nonsense, "The grades are getting better and better, the teacher sees me and praises me once, never troubles the teacher, and has made many friends. "
"That's good, are you still used to living on campus?"
"I see you brought your painting tools to school again?"
"Huh? Hello?" Luo Zhiyu pretended not to hear and took the phone away, "Mom, your signal isn't very good."
"You're in high school, just concentrate on your studies, and don't think about that, okay?"
"Okay." Luo Zhiyu agreed, "Then our high school students are racing against time to do their homework. I'll hang up first if I have nothing to do."
"You can deal with your mother quite well, all you say is ironic..." Jing Ximing sat in his seat and listened to Luo Zhiyu's complete nonsense, "Your grades, your mother doesn't need to worry too much."
"Because of this result, she is afraid that I will take the art test." Luo Zhiyu marked the options on the English test paper, "One step is one step, why do you think so much."
In the first two days of school, I always felt that the time was long. Once I got used to the rhythm and became familiar with the process, the time seemed to speed up again. Every day seemed to be looking for differences in the repeated rhythm. The weekend is the opening exam of the second and third year of senior high school. Students who have been preparing for a week walked into the examination room with dark circles under their eyes. The living area and the playground seemed to be occupied by the first-year students in red school uniforms.
Young people are not afraid of the future and tomorrow. A group of first-year high school students inexplicably expressed a sense of pride from this weekend's leisure time. Many people walked around outside the examination room of the teaching building, watching the opening examinations of senior two and senior three.
"You're proud of yourself," said a senior high school student who submitted the papers ahead of time. "One day it will be your turn. No one can escape the school entrance exam."
Luo Zhiyu just joined the student union, took a job as an invigilator assistant, moved a stool and sat in the first exam room of the second year of high school, doing homework and painting all day. disturb.
On Sunday afternoon, it was the last exam of the second year of senior high school, the English exam. The invigilator was marking the papers for the previous exams. Luo Zhiyu tilted his head and listened to the whole listening material, and boredly began to draw sketches on paper. , Xiao Yan was sitting in front of him, doing the question.
Luo Zhiyu knew at a glance that this person wrote English questions based on sense of language rather than grammar. He didn't draw the structure of the questions. The students behind Yan were a little impatient by the sound of turning the pages of the test paper, and filled in a few questions blindly, trying to catch up with Xiao Yan's progress.
Luo Zhiyu found it interesting, and the sketchbook in his hand gradually outlined Xiao Yan's outline.
A test paper was gently handed to him.
Luo Zhiyu: "?"
"There is still nearly an hour until the end of the exam." The invigilator reminded in a low voice.
"Let me pay it in advance." Xiao Yan helped Luo Zhiyu to pack up the scattered notebooks and pens, and whispered, "Teacher, borrow your little assistant invigilator, I want to go to the hospital with him."
"Why do you submit the papers in advance?" Luo Zhiyu followed her from the classroom with her backpack in her arms, "If you are not in a hurry for the test, pre-order the numbers for us."
"When you're done writing it, hand it in." Xiao Yan walked with him towards the school gate, and by the way, as a sophomore in high school, he gave Luo Zhiyu some test experience, "Don't you think that after writing, if there is still uncertainty, Are your revised answers all wrong in the end?"
Hesitation will defeat.
"I found it." Luo Zhiyu nodded, "So I usually don't check. I just sit there and turn the test paper dozens of times over and over again, so that people around me can feel the passage of time."
Xiao Yan: "..." Immoral.
There were a lot of people in the central hospital on weekends. Due to the advance appointment, Luo Zhiyu and Xiao Yan did not need to register and went directly to the testing room to line up.
"I didn't draw blood last time." Luo Zhiyu looked at the test sheet over and over again, "Why are you going to draw blood this time? I'm a little dizzy, maybe it's needle dizziness."
He drew blood when he was a child, and once the doctor stuck the needle in the wrong direction. Since then, Luo Zhiyu has been a little nervous about the blood drawing. Looking at the three words "blood draw" in front of him, Luo Zhiyu's face changed. not too good.
"Don't be afraid, soon, the hospital said that the blood test is more accurate, and generally you don't need to draw blood to measure the pheromone match." Xiao Yanzheng lowered his head to play games with Fan Yue and the others, and he was about to push the crystal, and he didn't even raise his head. , "Blood is drawn only at the premarital examination, because the pheromone matching degree will be written on the marriage certificate."
"Grass? Premarital examination?" Luo Zhiyu heard the word, and his voice became several times louder.
Only then did he realize that the people in the waiting area seemed to be in pairs.
Only the two of them were wearing school uniforms, one was playing games while the other was fighting psychologically, with a stool in between.
And those who were waiting in line for the premarital examination were attracted by his roar just now, and when they saw the school uniforms on the two of them, they whispered.
Xiao Yan's back was cold, his hands shook, and he slashed at his teammates with a knife.