Fake Slackers

Xie Yu was woken by a noisy current sound.

At 6: 00 a.m., the mad dog has begun to shout frustratively on the radio: “This morning is our most energetic time, don't be lazy, give me a head start, meet a new day and new challenges. ”

“Classmates, I'm sure you're ready! ”

Crazy dogs still have two words to say, and the hallway is buzzing: “Get ready for shit! ”

“This is maiming the flowers of the motherland -! ”

“Dude, don't stop me. I'm gonna climb up there and cut the wire. I'm gonna tear it down today. I'm not gonna make it without it. ”

When he heard this, he slowed his eyes for a while, trying to get the alarm clock at the end of the bed to see the time, although most of the time after he got it, he threw the alarm clock out with his opposite hand.

However, he moved his finger and felt pain all over his body.

Xie Yu half-opened his eyes, his eyes were on the side of He Dynasty's face. The single bed squeezed two people still a little reluctant. In order to free up a little position, he could only sleep side by side.

The man was not awake, but sleeped uncomfortably and his hands between his waists tightened unconsciously.

Xie Yu's eyes moved down from his face and touched the less obvious red marks on his neck. Only a few memories of last night returned to the cage.

……

That's what he caught.

Xie Yu buried his head in the pillow and closed his eyes again. Last night, those images turned into his mind like a movie playback.

He doesn't really have any thoughts about who goes up and down, he is cold in nature. If it wasn't for He Dynasty, if it wasn't for this person, he probably wouldn't even have such thoughts.

Plus I drank a lot last night and although I was sober, I was still uncontrolled and pressed by He Dynasty.

When the mad dog started talking about the second topic, He Dynasty finally woke up and grabbed his hair, whispering: “Morning, what time is it? ”

Xie Yu wanted to say, "Shut up and watch for yourself." Her throat was dry, but she couldn't do what she said.

He slowed down and finally didn't say anything, lifted the quilt and stepped barefoot on the ground. As soon as his feet stepped on the ground, he took a "hiss” breath.

He Dynasty also knew that he had made it a little harsh last night, but Xie Yu had just begun to be tough in bed. He kept provoking him: “Can you do it? ”

When his hands were really heavy and unbearable, he was all nervous and reluctant to beg for forgiveness.

Thinking of this, He Chao Han sat up and asked: “Does it still hurt? ”

Xie Yu is a little annoyed.

He bent over and picked up every piece of clothing on the floor. The headaches caused by hangovers and the discomfort all over him swept him: “Don't you think? ”

He Dynasty: “Next time...”

“There won't be another time. ”

Xie Yu opened the door and said, "The technology is too bad. ”

Neither of them had much experience. He Dynasty was reckless and greedy. He was not light or heavy enough to talk about technology.

But more psychological pleasure than physiology.

This man is mine.

unconditional.

Everywhere on the body.

Xie Yu was going to go back to pack up and go to the classroom to read in the morning, and overestimated her physical fitness.

Sleep until noon and wake up already for lunch break.

He Chao was still nestled in his blanket when he pushed the door with rice.

“Get up and eat something before you go to sleep," He Dynasty put the lunch box in his hand on the table and walked to the bed again, reaching out and rubbing his hands against his exposed hair, "obey me. ”

In response, Xie Yu broke a pillow on him with his backhand.

“ …… ”

Xie Yu sat up after she threw it, and the quilt slipped to her waist. The clothes on her body were a little messy and her neck was crooked.

He Dynasty glanced at him and didn't dare look again.

Xie Yu got out of bed and bent over to take two pieces from the closet for laundry.

He Dynasty leaned against the door of Daiwei and heard the rumbling coming from inside. “I'm a few late in the morning. Old Dong dragged them up the hall and asked them a question. These bastards are more likely than not to make excuses...”

Several people were late in the morning, several lodgers who had been drinking on the roof and talking about their lives last night could barely get up in bed, and six or seven people brushed together and stood in a row at the door of the classroom.

Old Tang has a good temper, but this is the first time he's late, even if he's late. “What's wrong with you guys, what have you been up to last night? ”

Ding Lianghua Zhiwu said only half a day ago: "... sorry teacher, I overslept. ”

Old Tang asked from the top to the bottom of the row, one by one.

We have to find an excuse. That excuse can't be heavy. The further back they ask, the more they test their imagination.

Finally, even walking halfway through the pants suddenly broke the excuse so they could find out.

“Teacher, when I walked downstairs, I heard a sudden burst of fabric tears coming from my lower body… At that moment, I felt my time stagnate and my world changed from color to black and white. ”

He Dynasty learned quite well.

Xie Yu pressed down the shower switch and spit in his mouth: “Is his brain broken? ”

The sound of the bathroom running gradually vanishes.

“How do you feel,” said He Dynasty, "... otherwise don't go in the afternoon, you sleep a little longer, I'll take a leave with Tang. ”

Though still uncomfortable, it is not to the extent that He Dynasty fears.

Xie Yu put his clothes on and opened the door and said, “I'm not broken. ”

“Am I really bad at technology?” He took two steps to the side, still cared about the topic in the morning, "you screamed quite well. ”

“ …… ”

Xie Yu wanted to say that it was fucking painful.

After eating, the time was about right. When Xie Yu and He Chao went back to the classroom, Wanda walked outside and ran into each other.

“Brother Yu, are you finally here? I shouldn't have bought wine. I almost didn't get up in bed this morning. Thanks to my roommate, I kicked me out of bed...”

Wanda said, I always felt something was wrong. I looked at Xie Yu a few more times. I saw Xie Yu's neck and close to the collar, revealing a little red mark.

Xie Yu's skin tone is inherently white, close to see the pale green blood vessels lying beneath his skin.

That little red looks extraordinarily prominent.

“By the way," Xie Yu walked over, Wanda just patted her head and remembered something, "Old Tang just came to see you in his office. ”

Xie Yu has rarely missed class since this semester, and has not fought any more than before, saving a lot of time.

Teachers from all walks of life also often talk about these two "characters”.

“That He Dynasty, the final exam of the last semester was good,” a female teacher finished her homework, put her chair back down, intending to lie down for a nap for a while, saying two words in her mouth, “Old Wu teaches well, 49 points, very good, I remember he used to have a total exam of 20 points...”

During the lunch break, there were no students in the teacher's office, several teachers you said a few words to me.

Old Tang didn't participate in the discussion. He was busy packing the things at hand. He didn't raise his head until Xie Yu knocked on the door. “Coming? Sit down.”

Xie Yu thought that Old Tang was mostly talking to him about skipping class in the morning. He was about to say 'next time pay attention'. Then he saw Old Tang push the thick pile of information into his hand.

The top sheet of A4 paper is marked: summary and summary of the examination points.

It's all very basic stuff, starting from the junior high knowledge point, the first line is "how the paper is expressed”, the focus is marked in red font.

Xie Yu looked stunned and didn't know what to say for a while.

“These are my vacation time. They are not perfect. You can go back and read them with the two people of He Dynasty, or you can make another copy. ”

Old Tang unscrewed the lid of the kettle and poured out the goji tea: “Your problem now is that you usually have fewer backs. These things look more backwards. When you ask questions, you know which direction to go to answer the questions...”

Said it was' take the time to sort it out ', but it took a lot of time to get a look at the stack.

Then Old Tang said at his discretion: "With your current grades, the college entrance exam is still a bit dangerous. ”

Xie Yu had no idea what he was saying: "…”

“It doesn't matter, but the teacher's homework is still after school, you have to try to do it," Old Tang sighed, continuing, “and don't read comic books all the time in class. ”

During this period, Xie Yu did not continue to pretend to be an errand boy, but it still gave a less serious and worrying appearance.

Secondary school teaching is not difficult enough. The after-school assignments usually arranged are too simple. Neither he nor He Dynasty write much. If you look at it and you know the answer, there is no need to start a pen. Instead of spending your mind on these questions, do a few more difficult questions.

The same is true of classes, where you only look up for a few moments when you hear something interesting, and you spend the rest of your time looking at the set of competition topics you buy.

This semester has only been half a month, and Xie Yu realized for the first time how heavy the baggage of "schooling slag” hangs on her body, she can't get rid of it.

Xie Yu opened his mouth to say that I'm not, I'm not.

“Oh, and this.” Old Tang drank two cups of tea, dropped the water cup, and took a file bag out of the drawer.

He and He Dynasty's exams were in the file bag.

He and He Dynasty never revised, but now each wrong question is marked with a red pen by Old Tang, the correct answer is not cursored, even the solution ideas and simple template are posted on the side with a convenience sticker.

Xie Yu was completely speechless.

He just feels that the baggage of schooling is so heavy that it can directly kill him.

Xie Yu never met a teacher like Tang.

Previously on Blackwater Street, due to outstanding results, the class director often asked him to participate in some competitions, and there was nothing else to interact with. After coming to 2nd middle school, all the teachers only asked each other to be safe and sound, just don't cause any trouble.

Looking at this information, Xie Yu finally understood the saying of He Dynasty, "I fear to frighten them" - the class director, really considered him and He Dynasty as students who needed help.

There are also academic councils who are usually worried about their academic achievement.

He Dynasty improved by more than a dozen points at the end of the period, and the three shifts were happier than their own exams in the class.

……

This information is suddenly getting heavier and heavier.

Old Tang looked at the time, waved his hand and said: "Okay, let's get back to work. ”

When Xie Yu returned to work with the stack of materials, the three classrooms became a group. The school was probably organizing another sporting event. Rowen Qiang held the list and shouted, “- Anyone else want to attend? ”

He Dynasty sat behind him blindly, and saw him come, so he stopped talking.

Xie Yu threw the information directly onto the table. He Zhao reached over two pages: “What the fuck did Tang ask you for? ”

“Materials," Xie Yu said, spitting out a dark breath, hesitating to ask, "What about the plan? Let me see.”

“What?”

Xie Yu said: “Steady improvement. ”

Luo Wenqiang also asked on stage if anyone would like to participate.

Someone just came back from the outside and heard this saying, “What kind of activity? ”

Rowenjohn said, "Basketball! Are you excited? Do you feel a man's blood burning? ”

“Didn't I say cancel? ”

“Wanda said it was a mad dog who applied several times with it, so it was easy to apply...”

Last year's basketball game almost hit, for the sake of informing criticism in front of the whole school, the mad dog scolded quite harshly, threatened to cut off their project, and then he went to kick his ass.

However, it is also the mad dogs who privately ask for courtesy from school leaders and bring back basketball games.

When the class bell rang, they couldn't help but give up the subject of basketball. When Old Wu entered the door, he counted down two sentences: “Are you in a meeting? Did you hear the class bell? ”

In the first lesson of the afternoon, Old Wu talked about a few new knowledge points and asked them to take on several training topics to consolidate.

When there are only stationery left in the classroom, the correction belt makes a slight noise on the desktop and several students whisper to each other about the purpose.

Xie Yu pinched the pen, and the competition book on the table was still mistaken by all teachers for “comics”.

A little despair inside.

He Zhao lay on the table, didn't fall asleep, reached out and pulled out the pen in Xie Yu's hand a little bit: “What do you think? ”

Xie Yu's palm was suddenly empty. He closed the competition. He said what else he could think. The baggage was just too heavy.

“in the desire not to leave someone alive. ”