Since the power outage, the second-year class upstairs has been restless, and the sound of footsteps has been heard across the first floor. After all, the second year of high school is a freshman year, and one year early in the first year of high school, some people have become old fritters. In the event of a power outage, they are not as obedient as the first year of high school. They will immediately pack up their bags and run away. , I don't have to go to self-study tonight.
"Let's go, brothers, run." Fan Yue put a few books in his schoolbag and urged the people in the dormitory, "Don't run now, wait for the power supply to be restored?"
Tang Yuan was the fastest, and had already packed up the books on the table in the shortest time, and slipped out of the back door while the chaos was happening.
The main team who escaped from the evening self-study bumped into the head teacher, Mr. Li, who was holding a flashlight at the back door.
Fan Yue: "Uh..."
"Let's go, go downstairs, don't panic, don't push, pay attention to safety." The third floor and above are almost gone, and Teacher Li is not willing to take care of it, "Xiao Yan stay."
"What's the matter?" Fan Yue wanted to get his roommate and go with him.
"I don't know." Teacher Li shook his head, "The head teacher of the first grade (3) class downstairs asked me to arrest him, saying that it was Luo Zhiyu who broke their class."
Xiao Yan: "…"
"Nonsense." Fan Yue complained for his roommate, "Luo Zhiyu still uses belts, there is no way to stop."
There were dim emergency lights in the stairwell. Xiao Yan and Luo Zhiyu stood on the left and right at the entrance of the stairs. In the classroom of the first grade, students in all classes were still waiting for the power supply to be restored and did not leave the classroom.
"I've thought about it many times." Xiao Yan said, breaking the quiet atmosphere in the stairwell.
"What?" Luo Zhiyu responded.
"We are obviously not in the same grade, why do I always punish you with standing?"
"Who knows?" Luo Zhiyu was tired from standing and took two steps back to the wall. "I also want to ask so many people playing mobile phones in the evening self-study, why am I being arrested?"
After speaking, the person came to a conclusion: "I still play less."
"You're very skilled at selling teammates." Xiao Yan looked at no one around, changed his position and stood next to Luo Zhiyu. Luo Zhiyu took a step to the left in disgust, and Xiao Yan reached out his hand. He grabbed his arm and pulled it back, but he couldn't dodge it and met Xiao Yan's eyes.
"The first time I sold my teammates, I had no experience and couldn't take myself out." Luo Zhiyu smiled humbly, "Who told you to send me a message during your evening self-study?"
"Come on, we're advancing and retreating together, and no one wants to run away. Check the chat log for yourself." Xiao Yan straightened his body and resisted the urge to pat him on the cheek, "Who sent the message first?"
"Who put a small note on my back first?" Luo Zhiyu was not convinced.
"Then who painted turtles on glass first?"
If we have to go back to the source, when it can be related to kindergarten, two sensible people gave up this topic, let it stop at the "turtle", and no longer discuss it in depth.
"Tired." The dim environment made people drowsy, Luo Zhiyu gradually stuck to the wall, "I can't stand."
"Stand up." Xiao Yan raised his voice a little, "Your old class asked me to supervise you and punish you for standing by the way, and you deserve it."
It's useless for him to be fierce, Luo Zhiyu is not afraid of him at all.
"Then don't stand against the wall." Xiao Yan compromised, picked up Luo Zhiyu who was gradually sliding down, and patted his clothes for him, "The back is full of dust on the wall."
"At most half an hour." Xiao Yan took out his mobile phone and checked the time, "If there is no power supply, the first year of high school will release people. If you can't stand for long, stop calling me tired. When you chase and beat me, you run for three streets in a row. Without breathing."
Luo Zhiyu stopped talking, the two were silent for a while, Xiao Yan gave up first, and he looked left and right in the dim corridor: "Forget it, don't stand."
"Really." Luo Zhiyu came to the spirit, "running?"
"Let's go, it's probably out of electricity before get out of class ends. It's so dark, no one notices us running away, and the teacher doesn't have time to take care of us." Xiao Yan carried his schoolbag in one hand and dragged him downstairs with the other.
I didn't meet the teacher along the way, but there were a few classmates who ran away. Luo Zhiyu was pulled by Xiao Yan and followed him down. He vaguely got some happiness from this kind of running. This fun was inexplicable, and it could not be said that it was because of the run itself, or because of the person who led him to run.
Outside the teaching building, on the contrary, it is much brighter than indoors. The lights in half of the city are dimmed, the snow on the ground is thickly piled up, and snowflakes are still floating in the sky. The silhouette of the playground and the academic building in the distance.
Luo Zhiyu's umbrella was still in the class, Xiao Yan asked him to wait a moment, and took out his folding umbrella from his schoolbag. Xuemo covered the corridor on the first floor, and was stepped on a few messy footprints. , smooth marble floors look extra slippery.
The irregular footprints and traces on the ground made Xiao Yan guess what happened here. He reminded Luo Zhiyu loudly: "Be careful..."
"Ouch." Before Xiao Yan finished speaking, someone who was in a hurry slipped and fell on the corridor, slipped three steps, and fell into the snow outside the teaching building. The moment he fell, he grabbed Xiao Yan's ankle unceremoniously out of instinct.
Xiao Yan: "…"
"Beat you, Luo Zhiyu!" Xiao Yan threw the umbrella on the ground before he had time to open it, and the whole person slid out with Luo Zhiyu, posing for a beating.
Knowing that he was in trouble, Luo Zhiyu's fall also hurt a lot, but he didn't care, he was about to run, but he fluttered on the snow twice, but he couldn't get up, and was pinched on the back of his neck by Xiao Yan. For a moment, he ducked a little from the splashing snow and the snowflakes that fell from the sky, then turned around and smiled at Xiao Yan as if begging for mercy.
Xiao Yan originally wanted to teach this person who had not been hit for three days, but stopped in place the moment he looked up.
Half of the city was cut off by the heavy snow, which cut off the neon lights and hustle and bustle of the city, and the night sky became dazzling again.
He wanted to take the stars and keep them for himself.
"Frozen to death, it's all your fault." At the table outside the small supermarket, Luo Zhiyu held a glass of ice candy Sydney to warm his hands, "Do you still have a conscience, I fell, and you still want to beat me."
Luo Zhiyu was lying on the table, holding a paper cup, and said listlessly: "It's all your fault, butt hurts."
Xiao Yan: "???"
Xiao Yan: "You fell well yourself."
"Okay." Luo Zhiyu said.
A few glances in the small supermarket swung in their direction.
"Eat your food, don't open your mouth, it's not enough to buy you another one." The unopened straw in Xiao Yan's hand tapped Luo Zhiyu's finger, "If you hadn't dragged me and fell with you, maybe I would have I can help you amicably."
"We are advancing and retreating together, and no one wants to run." Luo Zhiyu moved the stool to Xiao Yan's side, getting closer to him, "You said it yourself."
"Are you a small repeater?" Xiao Yan was annoyed by him again, this time he ignored his hand, reached out and patted Luo Zhiyu's cheek twice, "You just learn what I teach you, right? "
"Let's draw inferences from other facts, and pay for learning and meeting." Luo Zhiyu acknowledged the matter and leaned on Xiao Yan's side, "After all, I am excellent."
"Is it cold?" Xiao Yan noticed his movements, "If it's cold, let's go back to the dormitory first and take you back?"
"No hurry, no hurry, I don't want to go back, let me stay with you for a while. There is no electricity when I go back, and my mobile phone has been collected. It's boring." Luo Zhiyu said, "Let me brush the emergency lights of the small supermarket for a while. ."
Luo Zhiyu's schoolbag was lost in the classroom, but Xiao Yan's was still on his back. He used the light of the emergency light to complete the problem that he had not finished in the classroom just now.
The textbook for the second year of high school made Luo Zhiyu a little interested. Xiao Yan was doing his homework, and he was flipping through Xiao Yan's textbook.
"Do you have scratch paper?" Luo Zhiyu flipped through something interesting in the math book, leaned over the table, tilted his head to look at Xiao Yan, "I haven't learned this yet, you haven't written the process, let me I'll do the math."
"I'll give you half." Xiao Yan only brought one sheet and was still using it, so he reversed the paper and borrowed a blank space for Luo Zhiyu.
Outside the window is the wind and snow, and inside the house are dim lights and figures interwoven on paper.
The snow was fierce, but it only fell for one night. The sky was clear the next day, but the temperature dropped several degrees. When Luo Zhiyu came to the classroom, he added a light-colored scarf outside the school uniform.
[Not knowing]: Aha! elder brother!
[I don't know anymore]: I got my phone back, let's chat!
[I don't know]: The old class said that I had a good attitude in the penalty stand last night, hahaha. Thank you Brother Yan for taking me away. Brother Yan is a good man.
[The orange man is not bad]: Fairy frowns.jpg, can we talk after class
[Orange man is not bad]: I don't want to stand anymore.
[Not knowing]: Don't be a coward.
Xiao Yan's class is in math class, and the teacher is supplementing a difficult college entrance examination paper, asking students to answer questions from time to time.
"I don't have to let you read the college entrance examination papers in advance. These are the knowledge points we have talked about recently. You must learn how to answer the questions." The teacher drew a picture on the blackboard.
Across the screen, Xiao Yan could feel Luo Zhiyu's excitement to get his phone back, and he talked more than usual.
[I don't know]: Oh, the director is checking the class, it's very dangerous.
Xiao Yan was distracted, thinking about Luo Zhiyu last night, the young man who fell in the snow, his neck hurt by him, looked back at him and smiled, a little naughty and a little timid, making people want to bully, but also want to protect .
These two extremes created a kind of conflicting psychology, which made this image rise and fall in his mind all night, not only failed to eliminate the contradiction, but intensified—
This is an obsession that has nothing to do with pheromones.
"0301 Xiao Yan, don't keep your head down, I know you can do it all, but you still have to listen." The teacher called, "Tell me the solution to this problem."
"Which question?" Xiao Yan kicked Fan Yue with his foot, "Hurry up."
"The penultimate question, grass, you got the wrong test paper." Fan Yue pushed his test paper over, "What's the matter, in the middle of the day, thinking about peach?"
Xiao Yan: "…"