The Door Keeps Getting Smaller And Smaller

Lu Shenxing pulled the red-painted chair away and took a seat on the podium.

Everyone wailed, why did the king come here so early today?Haven’t the evening study started yet?!

Especially Wang Hui wanted to vomit blood. He squeezed a little money from his teeth every day and saved for more than half a month. In the afternoon, he excitedly ran to buy the latest tapes, which contained several recent popular Little Tigers songs.

He waited to share it with everyone, showing off, and dazzling, but as a result, he didn't finish a song, and the excitement of lifting it came back alive.

Wu Yuan was uncomfortable throughout the class.

Lu Shenxing calmly read the test papers against the resentment floating in the classroom. He casually hooked up the red ballpoint pen. The vocabulary of the third year of high school was much simpler than he did.

The times are much behind, and low prices make him often unable to believe that whoever has Nokia in his pocket, Motorola is a local tyrant.

Lu Shenxing tidied the finished papers, and the atmosphere in the classroom made him a little irritable.

There has never been a soundless in the class. Even if there is no whispering, sneezing, coughing, blowing your nose, spitting, moving desks and chairs, books falling on the ground, sound one after another...

It's endless.

At seven o'clock, Lu Shenxing began to listen. He intentionally or unconsciously moved the tape recorder toward the door, closer to Wu Yuan.

Everyone read aloud. Many students were fishing in the muddy waters, eating, humming, dozing off, passing small notes, and doing everything.

Lu Shenxing has learned to close one eye, and he has also been a student, consciously giving it to him and can't force it.

He got up to move his hands and feet, walked to Wu Yuan's desk and stood, the other side propped his head with his hands, covering half of his face, suspected of thinking, this posture has not changed since he entered the classroom.

Lu Shenxing buckled the table, and the surrounding students immediately gathered their eyes on Wu Yuan.

Wu Yuan slowly put his hands down.

Lu Shenxing leaned against the edge of the table and picked up the tutoring materials piled on top at will and looked through it.

Wu Yuan's nerve endings were straightened, and he was nervous about solving the problem, taking every step of the way carefully, checking the formula again and again to confirm the answer.

He didn't know that except for English, Lu Shenxing was scumbag and couldn't understand it at all.

After one night of self-study, Lu Shenxing went out and touched Wu Yuan's little finger before leaving.

Wu Yuan's heart jumped to his throat, and he didn't know what was going on, he actually felt that the man was playing with him, blatantly.

Wang Hui was startled when he turned his head, "Wu Yuan, why are you blushing?"

Wu Yuan was dull for a while before going to see Wang Hui, his cheeks were flushed abnormally, and his ears were red.

"Didn't you have a fever?" Wang Hui reached out to Wu Yuan's face, and was slapped vigorously before his fingertips touched him.

Wang Hui inhaled painfully, his face was awkward, "I won't lose a piece of meat after touching you, is it such a big reaction?"

Wu Yuan wiped his face and took a deep breath. As soon as he got up and went out, he heard Wang Hui say, "Are you and your girlfriend the same?"

His hairs stood up instantly, "Which one?"

Wang Huiming||squeezed his eyes ambiguously, "That!"

Wu Yuan sterned his face, pretending to be calm, "I don't know what you are talking about."

Puff, Wang Hui showed an inscrutable expression, and his face was full of happiness afterwards, "I understand, Lin Lin and I are the same, and I have been aftertastes for several days. Really, I see her all the lunch boxes now."

Wu Yuan was frightened, did they think the same thing?

"Have you stretched out your tongue?" Wang Hui looked like an ordinary person I wouldn't tell, "Lin Lin has a cold, and she will be better the next day after ours. You can also try it to ensure that it works."

Originally it was a kiss. Wu Yuan unconsciously pursed his lips. Can this cure a cold?

The next moment his face changed, his focus was wrong.

Someone outside the classroom shouted, "Wang Hui, a beautiful lady is looking for you!"

"Here." Wang Hui jumped out on the table.

Wu Yuan sorted out the books on the table. He absently scratched the table with a pencil sharpener. When he returned to his senses, a word had already been carved there.

He quickly swiped.

"Wu Yuan, would you want to read this story?"

After Liu Yihan finished speaking softly, he saw Wu Yuan not taking care of it at all, and deliberately smashed the corner of the table away, grabbing the book angrily.

Wu Yuan held the table, inexplicably.

The next morning Wu Yuan received a love letter, pressed in his English book, which happened to be the page to be recited today.

I dreamed of you last night.

The handwriting was scribbled, there was only one sentence, and there was no signature. Wu Yuan's first reaction was that the man, his throat became dry, and he tore the paper to pieces.

Standing in the water room, Lu Shenxing sneezed. He turned on the faucet, and the water bottle exploded as soon as he lifted it up. His arms burned with several large blisters.

The uncle who received the ticket saw him leave like that. He stretched his neck and asked, "Mr. Zhang, do you want the water bottle shell?"

Lu Shenxing darkened his face, "No more."

As soon as the uncle heard it, he ran to emptied the broken gall, and took the new shell back.

It was August, and I was sweating at every turn, and the blisters hurt even more. Lu Shenxing simply suffered. When he was writing on the blackboard, the blisters were already connected into a geometric body.

Everyone looked at Lu Shenxing with sympathy. Some female classmates quickly moved away after a glance. The person watching seemed to hurt more than the scalded one.

Wu Yuan watched it for a long time, and he made a lot of wrong words in that class.

After school, Wu Yuan went to the small shop to make a phone call. He put the microphone on his right ear and said, "Uncle Si, it's me Wu Yuan, I'm looking for my mother."

The middle-aged man in the hardware store put the phone aside and shouted outside, "Cuixiu, your son is looking for you!"

Wang Cuixiu in the shop is counting the meal tickets. These are the students who arrived when they bought the buns and steamed buns. They can all be bought in the shop.

When she heard the shout, she ran over, "Hey, hello, Ohara, it's mother."

Wu Yuan lowered his head, "Mom, if my arm gets hot, is there any way I can hurry up?"

Wang Cuixiu was frightened when she heard it, "What? Where is it hot?"

Wu Yuan said, "It's not me."

Wang Cuixiu breathed a sigh of relief, "What caused it to be hot, boiling water or fire?

Wu Yuanmo|| shook the phone line, "Boiling water."

Wang Cuixiu asked, "Is there any blisters?"

Wu Yuan said, "It's out."

Wang Cuixiu said, "Take a needle to puncture the blisters. Don't tear off the skin. It will be fine in a few days."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Yuan took out two cents from his pocket to the boss.

He walked into the hallway, stopped for a long time before dinging on the third floor, and knocked on the door on the left.

Lu Shenxing opened the door and saw the boy at the door. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Come in."

Wu Yuan didn't move, "You put the blisters on your arms..."

Lu Shenxing interrupted him, "Come in and talk."

Wu Yuan pursed his lips, raised his foot and walked in. The moment the door closed behind him, he regretted it.

"Break those blisters, it's okay fast."

Seeing that he wanted to leave, Lu Shenxing said, "I can't backhand. Come and help me."

Holding the needle nervously, Wu Yuan swallowed his saliva, stabilized his arm, and puffed all the blisters in Lu Shenxing's arm.

Lu Shenxing was painful and itchy, "Sit down for a while, the teacher will talk to you."

What to talk about?

Wu Yuan frowned, "I'm going to the cafeteria for a meal." There will be a long line in late, troublesome.

Of course I know that Lu Shenxing pretended not to hear.

Wu Yuan sat on the chair stiffly, and after a while he reached into his pocket and touched it, took it out, and then reached in.

Lu Shenxing had noticed it a long time ago. The corners of his lips were smiling, a little helpless, "You have Thumbelina in your pocket?"

Wu Yuan's mouth twitched.