At nine o'clock in the evening, the group of parents of school students was very lively, and all kinds of wonderful videos were uploaded all the way.
Director Xu:
Principal Zhang: ? 0.0
Director Wu: …
After working hard for a week, the high school students who had just finished their entrance exams couldn't hold back their restlessness and turned the review session into a pose.
Teacher Xu: 7-109, 3-503, what happened to your two dormitories? When I checked the bed that day, why didn't I know that you still have ovens and microwaves
"7-109 Xu Peipei withdrew a message."
"3-503 Wu Xiao retracted a message."
Teacher Xu: Come to my office tomorrow and explain how the illegal electrical appliances were brought into the school.
Director Wu: ... Whatever you do, anyway, the grades will be released tomorrow afternoon, so you can be proud of it tonight.
As soon as Director Wu's words came out, more than half of the people in the group booed less, but the first graders were fearless and continued the group.
[3-101 Jing Ximing]: [Video]
Xiao Yan was taking a shower in the bathroom, and the phone on the desk kept ringing.
"When did he become so popular?" Tang Yuan said enviously, "I really want to be surrounded by news so that I'm not alone."
Fan Yue felt a little guilty and did not dare to speak.
When Xiao Yan came out, he saw hundreds of messages on his mobile phone, most of which were warm greetings from classmates.
"Brother Yan, looking at the school students, Luo Zhiyu is scolding you in different ways. I remember your pheromone is orange."
"It doesn't matter if you two are related, why are you so confused?"
"Brother Yan, Luo Zhiyu is reading a review to the orange, bgm is still the Great Compassion Mantra!"
"Luo Zhiyu, do you want it, or I'll go after it."
"How's the premarital examination? Luo Zhiyu is not satisfied with you?"
Xiao Yan: "…"
He just said to get along well and not cause trouble, but Luo Zhiyu persisted for a few minutes. He was thinking that the culprit didn't know how to avoid suspicion, so he sent him a message, and the remark he gave Luo Zhiyu was in him again. dangling in front of his eyes.
[understood]: What did you remark to me? fairy frown.jpg
[Know]: Who told you to tell me, ah
[Smoke of gunpowder]: Who asked you to stew the oranges in a pot, what is my connotation, ah
[Understood]: You have taken all my pots and you still don't take my connotation of yours, ah
[Smoke of gunpowder]: It's too late for you. smile.jpg
[Smoke of gunpowder]: You are finished, and my wind comment is victimized. Smile upside down.jpg
[understood]:
Luo Zhiyu was playing a game. As soon as he opened Xiao Yan's friend interface, he saw Xiao Yan's note to him.
[Class 3-Green Turtle? Invite you to join the 5v5 game].
Green turtle
Luo Zhiyu clicked to agree and entered the game.
Class Three - Green Turtle: Damn, I admire you, Dad, the forum has built three buildings for you, all because of the love-hate relationship between you and Luo Zhiyu, you can still play games.
Class Three - Green Turtle: But we all know you're innocent.
Class Three - Green Turtle: It's all Luo Zhiyu's fault, I absolutely believe you, Luo Zhiyu is not a thing.
Gunpowder: ? What about your mother
Class Three - Green Turtle: What the hell? Is he really my mom
Gunpowder: ? ? ? I'm scolding you, scolding you with sincerity!
Smoke of gunpowder: I don't understand that your father is scolding you, right
Class 3 - Green Turtle: I understand, I understand.
Smoke of gunpowder: You know the fart.
The torrential rain gradually diminished, and it became a continuous autumn rain. For a whole week, Luo Zhiyu held an umbrella when he went out, hiding from the small puddles by the cement road. The sky was not clear until Saturday.
There will be an earthquake disaster relief drill in the middle of the next week. On the campus on weekends, teachers and members of the student union are doing related preparations.
"Left and left." Luo Zhiyu was sitting on the ladder to draw a blackboard report, Xiao Yan helped him adjust the position of the ladder, "Yes, yes, it's right here, it's all right."
"Be careful." Xiao Yan stopped.
"Very stable." Luo Zhiyu stomped his feet.
This large blackboard near the school gate is like a landmark of No. 1 Middle School. It has been in use since the establishment of the school decades ago. Although other schools have generally adopted electronic screens, the large blackboard of No. 1 Middle School has never been abandoned. use. Luo Zhiyu was sitting on it, drawing, and singing an English song he had just learned from music class. Xiao Yan was leaning against the climbing ladder, reading his book of words.
"Is there a green-haired turtle in your class?" Luo Zhiyu remembered the game he played a few days ago.
"Green turtle?" Xiao Yan frowned and thought for a while, "You should be talking about Lu Minggui."
"What a bad nickname..." Luo Zhiyu said with disgust.
Just after a week of rain, the entire campus seemed to have readjusted the contrast, and the colors were much brighter.
"In the beginning, I should have made a poster and hung it directly, so that I don't have to draw it by hand. I haven't painted such a big poster before. The tradition of No. 1 Middle School is really amazing." Luo Zhiyu wiped his hand with the blackboard. 's chalk box, "I'm hungry, is it time to eat?"
Xiao Yan took the phone and glanced at the time: "Tang Yuan should be coming to deliver food soon, why don't you come down first."
"End work..." Luo Zhiyu used too much force, the bottom of the chalk box fell off, and the heads of various colors of chalk smashed Xiao Yan all over.
Xiao Yan: "Luo Zhiyu is itchy, right?"
"Hahaha I'm sorry..." Luo Zhiyu climbed down the escalator, leaned on Xiao Yan's shoulder, and patted off the chalk dust on his head.
"stop laughing?"
"Take it." Xiao Yan patted the ashes on his clothes, raised his hand and threw a can of peach soda for Luo Zhiyu, "Don't shake it, don't face me."
Luo Zhiyu opened the jar, licked away the small peach-flavored bubbles, looked up at the sky, and his eyes were particularly innocent.
Due to the imbalance of credits, there were only five people in the painting group of the Literature and Art Department this year, Luo Zhiyu from Class 3, Yan Zihan from Class 6, Lu Lu from Class 1, and Tang Yuan and Xiao Yan from the Senior Two Student Union who came to make up the numbers.
But considering that Lulu was quarantined in the dormitory this week, Yan Zihan's spicy pheromone was too fragrant, and Luo Zhiyu was always attached to others. In the end, only Luo Zhiyu and Xiao Yan who came to supervise the work were arranged for this issue.
"At this rate, I should be able to finish the painting in the afternoon." Luo Zhiyu raised his head and evaluated his work results for the morning.
On the right side of the blackboard, there is a separate vacant area for the creator's name. The chalk in Luo Zhiyu's hand just touched the blackboard and changed his mind.
"You write it, you plan it, I create it, and fill in your roommate." Luo Zhiyu handed the chalk to Xiao Yan, "I'm ugly, so I won't embarrass the school."
"It's beautiful to draw, but it's a shame." Xiao Yan neatly wrote the names of several people in the creation column, "I've seen your copybooks, you shouldn't practice thin gold."
"Ah?" Luo Zhiyu was at a loss, "My mother asked me to practice for three years."
Leng is practiced in cursive.
The two chatted against the big blackboard for half an hour, but they didn't see Tang Yuan coming to deliver the meal.
"Where are you?" Xiao Yan called his roommate, "I and Zhiliu are waiting for your lunch."
On the other end of the phone and at the end of the playground, two wailing and wolf howling came at the same time: "There's a cat, there's a cat, a cat..."
A figure carrying a packed lunch box quickly jumped from the sight of the two, followed by a few big orange cats.
Luo Zhiyu: "What happened to your dormitory?"
"It's okay." Xiao Yan took the phone away, "His pheromone smells like catnip, but he's afraid of cats."