Chapter 2 Remembering Your Skin Color

In the face of the mess in the hotel, Meng Ye's mother grieved and grabbed the ground, but Meng Ye felt that it didn't matter. Originally, the store was full of improvised junk, and if it was smashed, the best I could buy was some.

Seeing that the situation was under control, a little girl outside the store finally ran in boldly, and the ponytail on the back of her head jumped.

"Well, eh, I've been waiting for you outside for over an hour..."

Meng Ye propped himself up and turned into the front desk from the outside, as light as a little leopard. I didn't find the snacks I had hidden in the drawer, guessing that it was confiscated by Yu Na.

"Where's my milk?" he whispered.

"Damn milk, you won't grow taller in this life." Yu Na cruelly covered up the truth that she was secretly drinking.

"That..." The ponytail girl, unwilling to be ignored, gently pulled his sleeve.

Meng Ye then remembered to hang people for a long time: "Is something wrong?"

"I can't come to you if I have nothing to do..." The little girl pursed her lips and almost wrote her heart on her face, "Are you going to class when school starts tomorrow?"

"Where can I go without class."

"Didn't you all go to training before, I thought you would also"

"Cough cough!"

Meng Ye motioned her to shut up with his eyes.

The little girl is also a smart person, so she immediately changed the subject and took out a pink envelope and put it on the front desk, "Well...I can't find you at school tomorrow...this...you take this!"

"what?"

The other party blew out like a gust of wind, covering his face with his hands.

Yu Na glanced at her with sympathy and sighed. What do you say you like about this product? Although it looks like a dog, it is just this one advantage, and it is the last to learn all the year round!

But then again, sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls don't care about grades, and handsome scumbags are better than toads!

In their eyes, Meng Ye is a well-known handsome guy, and probably because of his tenacity in practicing sports, his running is radiant.

The summer day is so dazzling, the sky is so pure and translucent, and there is a vigorous figure running tirelessly on the playground. Thinking about that scene, it can kill countless film rolls in a movie, not to mention the hearts of high school girls.

Every time he runs laps on the playground, countless pairs of eyes must be watching from the classroom window. They didn't look back in embarrassment until he took off his shirt and his sand-colored skin was dripping with sweat.

However, Meng Ye said that the good thing was dull, and the bad thing was insensitive, and he was not interested in things other than running.

Taking out the last bag of biscuits he kept, he threw the love letter into the drawer.

"Lift your feet."

The broom in Yu Na's hand stretched out.

Meng Ye raised his foot as instructed, and for a moment felt a slight pain in his ankle, like being pricked by a thin needle.

He instinctively reached out and kneaded.

When Yu Na saw this, her two delicate eyebrows frowned, and she took advantage of her unpreparedness and slapped his calf with a broom.

"You murdered!" Meng Ye jumped up.

"Who made you dishonest." She glared at him aggressively, "Did you go out for a run again in the afternoon?"

Meng Ye's eyes drifted away.

"Let Mom know that it's good for you." After slashing him with hatred in her eyes, Yu Na picked up the broom and walked away.

Meng Ye's head was covered with dark clouds.

He sat down and chewed the biscuits and reflected on what he had done in his last life, otherwise why would he have two mothers in this life.

Chewing and chewing, I bent down and rubbed my left ankle. It may be that the warm-up was not done well before running, or that the Achilles tendon, which had basically recovered, started to sore again because of the excessive force in the fight just now.

Wouldn't it be so unlucky, would it hurt again?

Anyway, stay up until next month to finish the game.

That night Meng Ye had a dream that someone broke his ankle, on the hot plastic track. When I woke up, my whole body was covered in sweat, and I comforted myself that it was just a false alarm.

The second year of high school is the most boring. The students lack the sense of urgency in the third year of high school and the freshness of the first year of high school. They sit down in the new classroom and start reading and class.

But Meng Ye couldn't go to class obediently. He used half of the day to sleep and the other half to run, firmly occupying the last row with his poor performance in cultural classes, and he didn't feel ashamed at all.

"Wake up, Lao Jiang is here."

Lu Xiaochuan in the front row kindly kicked his stool, but he turned over and continued to lie down, like an old monk entering meditation.

"...you do it yourself!"

The already noisy class was quiet.

"It's the second year of high school, but I'm not nervous at all, one by one is on 985?" Lao Jiang looked around with a fat belly, and rolled his eyes when he reached the last row, "Some people sleep during the day and sleep at night, Born on the runway

Live tiger. You can run into the university if you can, but if you can't run into the university, you will run into the Olympics! If you can't get in on both sides, I think you're not doing your job properly, so pack up as soon as possible and get out! "

Teacher Jiang is notoriously snobbish at school, and looks down on poor students and poor students alike. It just so happens that Meng Ye has both.

"Okay, let me introduce you, this is a new student in our class."

"Old Jiang scolded you again, and told you to get out of the way as soon as possible." Lu Xiaochuan leaned back and leaned into Meng Ye's ear to gloat over the misfortune.

Meng Ye opened his eyes and didn't see Lao Jiang, but noticed a familiar back on the podium.

The other party is writing his name on the blackboard.

- Zhuang Shao.

The light outside the window was burning, the green shade of the leaves shone on the corner of the desk, and the overhead ceiling fan was humming.

The girls were the first to riot.

Because this transfer student is handsome.

Just like what he saw at the school gate yesterday, he had a paralyzed face and was thin, but he was not the one who was hungry or stunted. On the contrary, his skeleton was very stretched, and his limbs were full of strength.

It's just that there's something in the eyes that doesn't match the age.

Meng Ye couldn't say what it was. He just felt that this person was a little sad, as if he had suffered some setbacks and then became disheartened about life.

"Meng Ye, did you hear me?" Lao Jiang called him back with a stern face, "The new classmate is sitting next to you, please calm down and let me know that you take the lead in bullying your classmate and can't spare you!"

He rubbed his hair and sat up straight. Someone in the other corner of the classroom raised his hand: "Mr. Jiang, let the new classmate sit with me."

Yo.

Is anyone else chasing this kind of shit?

The speaker was Qiao Sheng, the academic committee of the class. He seems to have known Zhuang Shao for a long time: "Mr. Jiang, you don't know, this classmate is short-sighted, and he can't see the blackboard in the last row."

"Really?" Lao Jiang didn't care, anyway, there are only two vacancies right now, so he waved his hand, "Then you can sit with Qiao Sheng, lest Meng Ye not seriously affect you in class."

This old guy scolds himself whenever he gets a chance. Meng Ye gritted his teeth, shook his shoulders and continued to lie down.

"I still want to sit with him."

"Who?" Lao Jiang followed Zhuang Shao's hand and looked towards the last row.

Soon someone came by.

Meng Ye turned his head, his lazy gaze basking in the sun through the west.

Zhuang Shao was still wearing the blue and white short sleeves he wore yesterday, but it was dirty. He took something from his schoolbag. There was a mosquito-bitten bag on the left side of his neck, which was slightly red and swollen.

"Didn't hear what the head teacher said? Don't sit next to me, lest I affect you."

Zhuang Shao said calmly, "you are the person from yesterday, I remember your skin color."

The corners of Meng Ye's mouth twitched, and the sentence "x your mother" went around a few turns. Just as he was about to scold Zhuang Shao, he said, "Thank you yesterday. I just came here, and I don't know where you live. You will cover me more in the future."

Fuck, Meng Ye opened his mouth.

How can this kid change his face faster than flipping a book? Yesterday, his eyes were higher than the top, and today he can speak like that (except for the sentence about skin color).

But who told us not to hold grudges, the other party took the initiative to show us that we can't fall!

He raised his eyebrows: "It's easy to talk."

Zhuang Shao smiled.

"Then sit there." Lao Jiang sighed worriedly, "Meng Ye, get along well with the new classmates!"

Qiao Sheng seemed quite disappointed, and laughed lukewarmly.

The first class was mathematics, during which Meng Ye slept too much, and his arm frequently touched Zhuang Shao.

After waking up, he was very embarrassed, and took out his own snacks from the drawer: "Here, have some."

Zhuang Shao didn't answer.

"Eat." Meng Ye touched his thin arm, "It's not poisonous."

"Thank you." Zhuang Shao said warmly.

His voice was magnetic and dry, like the stalk of some kind of plant well-baked. The left hand that received the snacks stretched out, and there were several red and swollen bags on the wrist.

"Looks like you attract mosquitoes."

Zhuang Shao said: "The place to sleep is not very clean."

Meng Ye was stunned for a moment. He doesn't understand what the place to sleep is not clean, isn't it at home? How dirty can it be.

"Where-"

"I said you two!" Master Zhang, who taught mathematics, couldn't bear to knock on the blackboard. "You want to chat and chat! If you say more, just let me out immediately!"

Meng Ye closed his mouth and made an OK gesture, which made the class burst into laughter. Master Zhang roared in the waves of laughter: "Quiet! Whoever makes a noise will stand in the corridor!!"

After a long time, the laughter subsided, and the topic just now was not brought up again. After a short sleep, someone screamed across the aisle.

"ah!!"

"You vomited on my shoes! It's disgusting!"

No matter how handsome the handsome guy vomited, he would be just as disgusting. Master Zhang stepped off the podium: "Why are you uncomfortable, classmate?"

Zhuang Shao is not acclimatized.

Sent to the infirmary, the doctor understood at a glance, and smiled to cool him down: "Just here? Are you uncomfortable."

He sat on the bed without speaking, holding the big ice pack on his forehead.

The classmate who brought him muttered: "Can you do it alone? We have to go back to class."

"Thank you, let's go first."

Outside the window, was hoarse, and the smell of disinfectant in the room made me dizzy. Zhuang Shao lay down with his head raised and his eyes opened to the ceiling. After looking at it for a long time, he felt depressed.

Half an hour later, he went to the toilet to find the mop used by the students on duty, wetted it, wrung it dry, and carried it back to the classroom.

"Are you okay? Just sit back if you are okay." Master Zhang glanced, then turned to continue writing on the blackboard.

All the windows in the classroom were left open, and others looked in this direction, intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhuang Shao walked to the last row and found that the ground was wet, clean and reflective.

Meng Ye was not sleeping, but listening to music. He hid a pair of wired headphones in his sleeve, propped his head with his left hand, and his cuff was wet.

Wearing long sleeves in such a hot weather is very rare here.

Zhuang Shao took a breath, the silent sunlight passed through the treetops, and there was still a half silhouette of a teenager in front of him.

"You wiped the ground?"

Meng Ye put down his sleeves and turned his face: "Huh? Oh, yes. Why, didn't you clean it?"

If he dared to say that if he didn't drag it clean, the two of them would have no story behind them. Meng Ye would despise him and ignore him until graduation.

But Zhuang Shao kept silent.

He sat down, put his hands in his pockets, and felt the ice pack that had melted into water.

Lu Xiaochuan turned around and said with a bitter face, "Fuck I forgot to bring a pen."

Meng Ye said, "Get over it."

"I'll see if you get over one, what if you don't have a pen—"

"I said you guys are not finished, right!" Shi Tai was so angry that he threw them with a chalk brush, and hit Lu Xiaochuan on the head, causing him to scream in pain, and the whole class started laughing again.

When was in high school, was able to laugh all day long when it was a big thing, as impatient as a cicada on a tree.

Meng Ye also laughed, his shoulders shaking slightly.His skin was indeed a little darker, and there was an obvious sunburn on the back of his neck, which would show when he moved.He laughed and swayed, and the school uniform brushed Zhuang Shao's body from time to time.

Generally, boys who practice sports have smells on them, but he doesn't.His body was mainly the smell of washing powder, and secondly there was the smell of plaster to relieve sore muscles. No matter what, it was not unpleasant.

And compared to the rough appearance, his face seems to be quite thin.

"I owe you a favor today, and I will pay it back when I have a chance." After the class was quiet, Zhuang Shao's voice was dull and low.

"return?"

"Um."

Meng Ye immediately showed a very ashamed expression.

He scratched his hair, and while the teacher was not paying attention, he grabbed the shoulder of the new deskmate: "What kind of person is not human, Ye Ge will cover you in the future."

"Brother Ye?"

Zhuang Shao raised his eyebrows slightly where he couldn't see, "Shouldn't it be Xiao Ye?"