don't stick with me

Chapter 73

Wen Kuo was taken aback: "Yes, Class Five."

Ding whispered, "I'm from Class Six."

Jiang Peizhi is also in class six.

Wen Kuo frowned, and suddenly remembered that he was at the Changshan Scenic Area Hotel a few days ago. Wen Kuo asked Jiang Peizhi who he was talking to outside the door, and he said it was Ding Xiang.At that time, Jiang Peizhi's tone of voice was not good, and Wen Kuo had never heard him speak like this to himself, Li Qi, Zhao Jiaxu, or even anyone in his class.

Jiang Peizhi usually has a cold and indifferent demeanor of rejecting others. The essence is arrogance in his bones, but he is proud of himself. From Wen Kuo's understanding, he will never become hostile to someone because of any external factors.

Ding thought he must have done something.

Wen Kuo: "So you... know Jiang Peizhi?"

Ding wanted to stand up from the ground, he said: "I know, but he probably never paid attention to me when he was in junior high school, in fact... it's normal, don't you also don't know me?" He lowered his head: " It is normal for people like me not to be remembered."

The water from the faucet was still running. Amidst the rushing water, Wen Kuo asked, "Why do you owe so much money?"

"Do you believe me when I say that I owe him no money at all?"

Wen Kuo didn't reply and still didn't believe it, he just left a sentence: "If he troubles you again, you can tell me."

After such an incident, Wen Kuo lost interest in going to the toilet. When he walked back, Jiang Peizhi was waiting for him at the door of the classroom. Hearing the voice, he turned around and asked, "Why have you been here for so long? I feel sick to my stomach. Is it?"

of course not.

But Wen Kuo was willing to embarrass him, and seeing that there was no one in the classroom, he smiled and said, "You're right, you need your boyfriend to rub it."

He raised his bright eyebrows, and for some reason, Jiang Peizhi seemed to see something completely opposite in the winter when it was more than ten degrees below zero, and in the night when everything was withered and lights were gone.

He couldn't think of a definite word to describe it, but he seemed to be able to search for a certain picture from his memory.

It seems to be summer, green and lush summer, which can remind people of vitality and vigor.

He leaned forward slightly, and kissed Wen Kuo like a dragonfly.

"Knead at night."

Of course Wen Kuo wouldn't let him rub it, but he let it out by himself, so when he got impatient writing the science comprehensive paper at night, Jiang Peizhi also had a shield: "You let me rub it."

Wen Kuo: "..." As long as you keep your word, you only rub your stomach.

Soon it was the day of rehearsal for senior one and senior two. Zhao Jiaxu squatted down for an hour every day to find out the situation. He had watched all the shows in advance. As soon as he returned to the classroom, he would yell about which class Omega did what dance, which class the animal performed. The sketch was even more stupid than he was back then, which class dropped the violin in the rehearsal today and scared a group of people almost crying on the spot.

The third year of high school is used to being dull, and the only fun during this time is the New Year's Eve party. Every time Zhao Jiaxu starts blah blah, there can be a small storytelling session around him, and a group of hot-tempered teenagers dance hot dance with his thighs exposed in his mouth. As a result, in the next second, this guy added a sentence:

"In the physical education class of the second year of high school, a reverse bunny girl, Alpha, height 188, weight 288."

Zhao Jiaxu was knocked off the table on the spot.

During the big class break, Li Qi and Shi Qin brought back a bag of clothes from outside, which contained more than a dozen solid-color T-shirts, some black and some white, with two words written vertically on their chests: Rufeng, in beautiful, sharp and flamboyant fonts , the minimalist tone of black and white is very atmospheric.

They were handed out one by one to the students who were going to perform on stage, and those who didn't know the situation asked: "Are you going to sell Liu Dayan collectively in such a little dress?"

Li Qi: "Fart, this is the result of our joint discussion. This song is not suitable for singing in winter. It needs to have a summer atmosphere."

"It's too ruthless, brother admires."

Li Qi scolded with a smile: "Get out, it's not that you don't wear other clothes."

When it was delivered to the last row, there were only one black and one white one left. Li Qi put it down and said thoughtfully, "The white one is a smaller size."

In fact, it doesn’t matter if the size of this oversized T-shirt is smaller or larger. Wen Kuo can wear either the big one or the small one. He asked Jiang Peizhi, “Which color do you like?”

Jiang Peizhi: "Black."

Wen Kuo retracted his hand: "Then I will wear black."

Jiang Peizhi gave him a meaningful look.

The school rehearsal went on for three days, and the auditorium began to be decorated in the afternoon of NO.30.The rehearsal of the program of Class [-] was also stuck on time. Li Qi got the program list from somewhere, and told them in the group to prepare when the penultimate program started, and the responsible students of the second year of high school would help them.

On the day of the party, the whole school was filled with the joy of not having to go to class. Except for the senior year, the area of ​​Mingde Building was originally quiet, and it became more obvious after the festival, as if separated by a silent vacuum.

The students who went downstairs to post the blackboard papers during the break all sighed and sighed when they came back, and they seemed to be very irritated.

Zhao Jiaxu rolled the book into a straight cylinder, closed one eye and looked out, frantically looking for angles, like a monkey jumping up and down, scratching its ear and cheek.

He muttered: "The school doesn't let seniors go to the party, so they won't send people to patrol Mingde Building tonight?"

Wen Kuo leaned against the wall, and ate QQ candy from Jiang Peizhi's belly: "Everyone except the senior year went to the party, who is interested in patrolling you? Can there be any cats besides us near Mingde Building tonight?" The living thing counts as my loser."

Zhao Jiaxu became even more angry: "Then what's the picture? The auditorium is so big, it's better to let the third year go if it's empty. Anyway, someone must sneak away tonight. Who wants to go to self-study?"

"I don't know." Wen Kuo didn't stop until he finished eating the last candy. He clapped his hands and said, "Isn't tomorrow a New Year's Day holiday? Listen to Class [-] and show us the online replay."

Zhao Jiaxu: "Take off your pants and fart."

Wen Kuo agreed with this evaluation.

"No way, who made Liu Dayan sick? Has he made too few stupid decisions?"

Jiang Pei, who was wearing earphones next to him, didn't know when he noticed that he had finished eating candy, put down his pen and opened another bag, and after taking away the garbage bag, the candy was still placed in a place that Wen Kuo could easily reach.

Wen Kuo was still picking and choosing: "Is there no lychee flavor?"

Jiang Peizhi: "The one I just ate was the last pack."

Wen Kuo: "Oh." Reluctantly took a green apple flavor and put it in his mouth.

"Jiang Peizhi!" Shiqin suddenly yelled in front of the classroom, and she ran over with a piece of paper: "Can you spare some time at noon to help us write this word? Not many, about six Big characters, three lines of small characters."

Jiang Peizhi took the paper: "OK."

Shi Qin: "Thank you, thank you."

Zhao Jiaxu turned back with a paper tube, grinning at Shiqin's face and asked, "Hey sister, isn't your handwriting beautiful? You used to write blackboard newspapers, why did you do it this time?" Come to our Lord Jiang to write? Something is wrong."

Shiqin was tall, and when he turned around, he flicked his beautiful single ponytail.

"You don't fart all day, do you?"

She glanced at Jiang Peizhi's expression: "Of course it's because of Old Qiao's permission. It's okay, don't go crazy, get out."

Omega went back to the seat with long legs, and Wen Kuo noticed that Shi Qin's ears were a little red.

Wen Kuo: "..."

He suddenly reached out to pick up the earphones that Jiang Peizhi had just put on, leaned over and said in a low voice: "You know what? When we went to Changshan, your little girl from the second class of art and culture also came, and she came to look for you. "

Jiang Peizhi's ears were itchy from the heat from his mouth.

"Yeah. I know."

"When did you know?"

"I knew it at the time, but she was brought home by her father that afternoon."

Wen Kuo clicked his tongue slowly: "What should I do, there seem to be many people who like you."

Knowing that he didn't have any serious intentions, Jiang Peizhi also teased him: "Oh, what should I do then? Let me try?"

"You like it too?"

Jiang Peizhi: "I really like one."

Wen Kuo narrowed his eyes, threatening: "Who?"

"you."

Wen Kuo: "..." Damn it.

He sat up straight, lowered his head and wrote two words, then remembered something, and asked: "Is there any wingman of your little fan girl in our class? She knew the route we took up the mountain that day, who told her?" ?”

Jiang Peizhi: "Ding thinks."

"Ok?"

Jiang Peizhi: "Shao Xiaoxiao gave him three thousand to buy news."

Wen Kuo was at a loss for words for a moment, and it took a long time before he said: "Then she is quite willing."

"Stay away from him."

Wen Kuo: "Who? Shao Xiaoxiao?"

"Ding Xiang." Jiang Peizhi looked at Wen Kuo: "Don't get involved in his affairs."

Wen Kuo paused, "Okay."

After school at noon, Jiang Peizhi took the piece of paper that Shiqin gave him to the blackboard downstairs. Before leaving, he took off his watch and put it in the belly of the table, because writing with chalk would get dusty, and the watch was gone again. Not easy to clean.

He opened the glass of the bulletin board and picked out a piece of chalk to write.

Wen Kuo read the travel notes posted on it one by one, and when he saw the one he rewrote, he couldn't help but said: "I still think the original one is good, but the words are beautiful, so I can accept it." English on lace paper Jiang Peizhi copied the travel notes for him.

The two articles next to each other at the beginning of the first row have exactly the same handwriting, which is beautiful and orderly, the order that Wen Kuo would not be able to write in eight lifetimes.

He took a piece of chalk and slowly wrote the word "Jiang" on the blank space in the corner of the blackboard. After finishing writing, he patted Jiang Peizhi and let him see how he was doing. Jiang Peizhi said that his last stroke was too short. Kuo rewrote another one next to him, and shot him again.

Jiang Peizhi: "Three points of water write bigger points."

Wen Kuo buried his head and continued writing.

After Jiang Peizhi finished copying the content on the paper, he found that Wen Kuo had already written a bunch of Jiang in the corner, each of which was ugly with its own characteristics.

"I asked you to review it that night, did you not write it?"

Wen Kuo lied without changing his face: "I wrote it."

Jiang Peizhi knocked on him: "Stop lying, let's go, go eat."

Wen Kuo got up and stared at him resentfully for two seconds.

"Isn't it pleasure for you to torture me?"

Jiang Peizhi: "..."

He asked: "What kind of torture are you talking about?" Picking up the blackboard eraser and erasing the pile of words, he asked again: "What kind of pleasure?"

Wen Kuo made a "grass" sound, laughed and beat him up.

"I said you forced me to practice calligraphy!"

The ambiguity in what he said was not so big. The topic of them going to the cafeteria to eat and then returning to the classroom could not be revealed. Wen Kuo sat on his seat and pretended to be dead, intending to deal with it coldly.

Otherwise, the more you talk about this topic, the less appropriate it will be.

After writing the topic, he noticed that Jiang Peizhi suddenly started to rummage through the boxes, and he took out all the books in the table.

Wen Kuo: "What are you looking for?"

Jiang Peizhi frowned: "Watch."

The author has something to say:

Cub, recognize yourself.

The first watch, the second watch may be later.