don't stick with me

Chapter 85

The countdown to the college entrance examination at the front of the classroom has become a lonely 2.

The cicadas chirped and hissed outside the window, and the scorching sun brought in the scorching heat of June.

On the [-]th, the third year of high school is going to take graduation photos, and there is no class all day. All the classrooms in Mingde Building are like savages coming out of the cave from [-]:[-] in the morning. I don’t know which class is stupid. Collect notes, collect textbooks, collect unnecessary stationery and unnecessary books", when Wen Kuo went upstairs with milk, this idiot was receiving a class.

The window was wide open, and the loudspeaker was on the side looking in seriously. Wen Kuo was thinking about what kind of performance art he was doing, when he saw Zhao Jiaxu raised his head from below holding a stack of books, with a correction tape in his mouth.

"Wait a minute, there's more, I'll move them out for you."

Wen Kuo leaned against the wall: "How about moving? Don't you leave school tomorrow?"

Trumpet: "Hey, brother, small business, I'm in the seventh class next door, our class is going to collect some unwanted sundries and sell them to raise some class fees, and go out to get together after the college entrance examination."

Class One was on the east side of the second floor, and Class Seven was on the west side of the first floor. Wen Kuo hadn't figured out which door he was next door to, but Mr. Wen was kind-hearted and helpful, and he was still willing to support the brother class downstairs.

Of course, the most important thing is to leave school tomorrow, and this thing will have to be moved by then, Wen Kuo made Jiang Pei Zhi used to a stinking problem, let alone books, it would be great if he could move himself out of No. [-] Middle School.

So he replied decisively: "Wait a minute, I have a lot of stuff, I'll go back and pack it up."

Trumpet smiled: "Come on, I'll call the people in our class to come up and move, and you can clean it up slowly, hey Brother Zhao, remember to promote it to me more, give me [-] cents more than the uncle who collects books, and we will take three rounds downstairs. Class, when you leave school, I can lend you a class to move things for free."

Zhao Jiaxu stretched out his hand in a panic, and said OK.

The classroom was chaotic, and many people were cleaning the tables. Among them, there were a few idlers who were sitting on the desks, tearing books and stacking paper airplanes. When Wen Kuo entered the door, he was stunned. The plane flew out according to the back, the plane wobbled and hit the rear blackboard, bit in the middle of the big words "College Entrance Examination Victory", and fell to the ground.

The person who flew the plane randomly was Gao Yan, the one who was often lapped while running.

Seeing this, he snapped his fingers: "Niu b, Brother Wen, you're so good."

Wen Kuo laughed and said, "Get out, fly again and throw it out for you."

Gao Yan still wanted to speak, but was beaten down by the person next to him: "Did you tear up my book?"

"I just tore out a page...fuck..."

Wen Kuo bypassed the group of crouching dragons and phoenixes, and returned to his seat. Zhao Jiaxu's place was almost empty, so he took out the last booklet from the table and slapped it on the window sill.

"High school career ends from this moment."

Wen Kuo: "..."

Zhao Jiaxu has said this since three days ago. He said it once when the graduation certificate was issued on the [-]st, and again when the school took back the school card on the [-]rd. Today is the third time. , college entrance examination, and graduation ceremony have to be said.

Wen Kuo: "Is your high school career over?"

Zhao Jiaxu waved his hand: "It's about the scene, it's about the scene."

Wen Kuo gave him a kick, and said with a smile, "Fuck you." Then he lowered his head and began to organize things.

His place is quite dilapidated. Except for the notebook that may be useful, the rest of the fresh graduates are probably waste products. Wen Kuo took out a folding box from the gap in the radiator, put it on Jiang Peizhi's stool, and then started throwing things into it. .

Zhao Jiaxu: "Brother Wen, I haven't seen Master Jiang so early in the morning, why did he go?"

"Canteen, buy food."

Zhao Jiaxu gave a harsh "tsk" when he heard the words: "It's too extravagant."

Wen Kuo raised his eyes in wonder, and Zhao Jiaxu explained, "Do you know how much Master Jiang is worth in No. [-] High School?"

Wen Kuo threw another book into the desk: "How much?"

"Some time ago, someone on the campus wall recycled the notebooks, textbooks and tutoring materials used by Master Jiang, and they bid this amount for a single copy!" He compared, "One thousand, do you think how many books Master Jiang used? Convert it down There must be 10,000+…”

Wen Kuo paused: "Why is it so expensive?"

"That's not true." After Zhao Jiaxu thought of something, he suddenly moved and held back Wen Kuo's movement of throwing the book: "No, Master Jiang's books are so valuable, and your books are definitely not cheap, a dime a catty. Isn't it a waste of money to sell it to the group of people in the seventh class? Are they fooling you?"

Wen Kuo: "It's possible."

Then threw another one.

Zhao Jiaxu: "..."

"Who did you learn to treat money like dung? Do you think it's a book? It's all money!"

Wen Kuo threw the notebook in, "Guess."

Ten minutes later, Wen Kuo finally emptied the table, and Jiang Peizhi also came back with breakfast. Wen Kuo glanced at the steamed dumplings stuffed with corn in his hand, and said very "luxuriously", "Feed me one, my hand dirty."

Zhao Jiaxu turned around with eyes hurting.

Jiang Peizhi: "Why haven't you drunk the milk yet? It's cold."

Wen Kuo held the steamed dumplings in his mouth: "Now, I was packing up the books just now. By the way, there are people in the seventh class downstairs collecting books. I will come up and carry them later. I plan to give them. What about your books?"

Jiang Peizhi: "Same as you."

Zhao Jiaxu: "???"

He turned back, and seriously popularized science: "The price given by the seventh class is a dime a catty."

Jiang Peizhi: "Yes."

Zhao Jiaxu understood, brother Wen learned from this godly grandfather.

Yes, very fine.

Brother Wen was still thinking about it: "The money sold is enough to eat an ice cream."

The horn students from class seven stopped at the door of class one for a long time. The students in class one were generous and threw a lot of things into their woven bags as if they didn’t need money. Generously counted a few dollars more for them.

Going up and down the stairs more than a dozen times, there are a total of 120 sacks of waste products, and the selling price is [-] yuan and [-] cents.

Enough for a class of students to eat an ice cream for each person.

The third year of high school graduation photos started with the liberal arts class, and it was past eleven o'clock in the morning when it was the turn of the first class, and the ground in front of Mingde Building was a little white under the sun.

The last student in the liberal arts class ran back sweating profusely. As soon as he came over, he bumped into two tall boys in white shirts.

The shape of the shirt is very nice, it is a kind of loose work clothes. One of them is a cold white-skinned boy. He didn't sweat a single drop in the [-]-degree day, and his fair complexion is almost dazzling under the sun.

A group of people watched for a few seconds, unable to tell whether the shirt was whiter or his skin was whiter.

Someone stuck his head out on the second floor and shouted, "Brother Jiang Yewen, bring two more buckets of mineral water, and Lao Duan and I will carry them later!"

Wen Kuo waved his hand twice to show that he heard it.

The class uniforms of class one were frequently selected by the literature and art committee. She has always been picky about aesthetics, and the clothes she chose had excellent effects on the upper body. Many Omegas in the liberal arts class blushed, staring at their backs when they walked away.

After watching for a while, suddenly the slightly shorter boy hooked another boy's neck and kissed him sideways.

Several Omegas woke up like a dream.

dry.

When Wen Kuo and Jiang Peizhi came out of the supermarket, many people had already come to the playground. Sister Hua and Lin Yang were chatting under parasols. Old Qiao and Liu Dayan were looking at something next to the photographer. Scattered students sat scattered on the steps.

Zhao Jiaxu was spreading water with Duan Fei all over the grass, and when they finished, Wen Kuo threw him a large plastic bag of ice cream, and picked up Wangwang crushed ice cream himself.

Zhao Jiaxu: "Master Jiang, don't you want one?"

Jiang Peizhi: "No need." Then he turned his head and bit off the popsicle that Wen Kuo broke open.

Zhao Jiaxu cupped his fists: "Excuse me."

Wen Kuo lost half of the ice cream, so he reacted very quickly. He immediately put his cold hand into Jiang Peizhi's collar to avenge the ice cream, but the other party didn't respond at all, and Wen Kuo smiled and touched his face again.

Suddenly, Jiang Peizhi raised his arm. Before Wen Kuo could react, the back of his neck was pinched, and he shuddered: "Fuck..."

While he was grinning, a girl suddenly walked over.

Holding a black signature pen in her hand, she looked at him hesitantly, and called out: "Wen Kuo."

Wen Kuo grabbed Jiang Peizhi's hand and raised his head: "Huh?"

"Can you sign my shirt?" After she finished speaking, she nervously glanced at Jiang Peizhi next to her: "Well, I've already asked many people to sign, and I just want to collect..."

"Okay." He readily agreed, and took the signature pen: "Where is the signature?"

"The hem is fine, thank you."

Wen Kuo scribbled down two ugly words. After he finished writing, the girl looked at Jiang Peizhi next to him.

Jiang Peizhi took the pen from Wen Kuo's hand, and signed on top of the two ugly characters.

Girl: "Thank you!" She looked very happy, Wen Kuo asked: "Do you have any extra pens?"

"Ah, yes, I have a spare one, do you want to use it?"

"Ah."

After taking the pen, he said thank you, and the girl bounced away.

The pen twirled twice on his slender fingers, Wen Kuo: "This handsome guy, I have liked you for a long time, can you sign my shirt? I have a wish."

Jiang Peizhi raised his eyebrows: "Where is the signature?"

Wen Kuo smiled and nodded his left heart: "Here."

Their class uniforms were all embroidered with their respective names when they were custom-made, and the place where Wen Kuo pointed his fingers happened to be two characters in lowercase script.

"Okay, is there anything in return?"

Wen Kuo thought for a while, then leaned into his ear and teased, "Yes, after signing, I'm yours."

Jiang Peizhi glanced at the corners of his upturned lips.

"make a deal."

The black pen and ink wet the shirt fabric, and the sharp handwriting overwhelmed the original regular script. The strokes of the two names overlapped. The moment he loosened the corner of the shirt after signing, it fell back to his beating heart.

Jiang Peizhi clasped his hand slowly: "It's mine."

Over there, Zhao Jiaxu and Duan Fei are fighting with a few popsicles. These two hundred and five have a magical ability, that is, they can get high no matter what the occasion is. Arriving at Wen Kuo's side, three popsicles danced wildly in his hand.

Shouted: "Brother Wen, fuck him!"

Wen Kuo responded, and decisively grabbed Zhao Jiaxu's back and sent him to the enemy camp.

"Fuck me!"

Duan Fei and Li Qi grabbed one of his arms, and the sharp-eyed boys on the right rushed over to join the battle. Some raised their legs while others hugged their heads. Zhao Jiaxu was lifted up just like that.

"Help me! Brother Wen, save me! Master Jiang! Help!"

Wen Kuo smiled and pulled Jiang Peizhi away from the dispute.

Shiqin couldn't understand this kind of silly game. With his high ponytail dangling around, he pointed at people and laughed and cursed: "Clothes! The clothes are dirty and I won't be able to take pictures later!"

Zhu Xuejin is different, Zhu Xuejin likes this kind of scene the most, the camera in his hand has never stopped, looking forward hundreds of pictures are all strange and ugly photos.

After playing around for a while, Lin Duo came over and called them to gather at the steps.

Today, Sister Hua wore a very colorful waistcoat T-shirt and black overalls on her lower body. She looked cool and sassy. When Zhao Jiaxu was carried over, she didn't forget to praise her.

"Teacher, today is so beautiful!"

Sister Hua pointed to them, and said with a smile, "Quickly stand still, don't act virtuously."

A group of boys shouted "one two three" and threw Zhao Jiaxu up the steps.

The noon sun was scorching hot, and the tip of the grass was covered with golden light, and the beer flowers in the promenade were in bloom again, in clusters, fluttering in the wind behind the steps.

The photographer adjusted the lens and said loudly, "Everyone, please smile."

I don't know who shouted in the team: "Brothers, is Zhao Jiaxu handsome?!"

"handsome!"

With a click, the screen freezes.

The boy's smile was flamboyant and unrestrained, and the corner of his shirt was lifted by the wind.

Their flying and enthusiastic youth was dust-sealed into a small photo, and then scattered into the cracks of memory bit by bit, maybe they will never come again, but it doesn't matter.

Time is long and long, and in the midsummer of that year, they will always be young.

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The next chapter will talk about the university, and it will fall into the episode from time to time~