Chapter 9

In summer, the night is dark, and the day is still bright after dinner.

Back in the classroom, Zhuang Shao took out the watch and adjusted it, Meng Ye asked, "Is it really broken?"

"The surface is scratched, but you can still write."

He said it lightly, but made Meng Ye, who has never seen the world, feel distressed enough: "Such an expensive watch made that idiot fall like this. When he comes back, I must beat him up."

The classmates before and after cheered loudly: "That's right, beat up!"

"This is too hateful, to actually come up with such a damaging trick, I never saw that he was full of bad water before!"

Jiang Yue snorted while embroidering cross stitches beside her: "A bunch of post-horse guns, why didn't I see you stand up and say something to Zhuang Shao at that time."

"We're just keeping calm. Besides, with Meng Ye here, he can be bullied at the same table?"

The more Zhuang Shao listened, the more wrong it became. He always felt that a big man of 1.85 meters was described as particularly delicate, so when he ran laps on the playground, he gritted his teeth and didn't rest.

In other words, never thought ten laps were so difficult to run before.

On the 400-meter standard track, Zhuang Shao has not received professional training, and started to get tired by the third lap. Meng Ye next to him seemed to be playing, running for a while and running backwards, turning on the mocking mode while running.

"You have to exercise more, buddy. The standard for a second-level athlete of 5,000 meters is 16 minutes and 10 seconds. According to your pace, it is estimated that it will take more than 20 minutes to finish the run. I can lap you halfway through the run."

Zhuang Shao panted and raised his eyes: "Are you a second-level?"

"What a joke, Laozi's junior high school has reached the second-level standard."

In fact, if he had known Meng Ye earlier, Zhuang Shao would have known how dazzling he was in the past. He is like the sun that has just risen from the horizon. In terms of first-rate talent and top-notch self-discipline, he is absolutely unmatched in this small place.

In the third year of junior high school, he participated in the provincial youth track and field championship. He won a silver medal in the 5,000-meter event with a score of 14 points and 55 points. The domestic attention of the middle-distance running event is not as high as that of the 100-meter and hurdles, and there are often not many first-level athletes in a province, so it seems that a good seedling like Meng Ye is even more valuable.

It's a pity that God didn't want it.

"Forget it, the hero doesn't mention Ying Yong." He raised the corner of his mouth, "Now I can crush you too."

Laughing is laughing, and my heart is very bitter.

Night fell overhead, and the dark sky was dotted with tiny stars. After the 4,000-meter run, the two collapsed to the ground. Zhuang Shao was tired, and Meng Ye was playing with him.

After gasping for a while, Meng Ye kicked him: "Look at the time."

Zhuang Shao said, "It's a quarter past seven."

"Go!" Meng Ye got up quickly, "I'll take you to take a bath."

The evening self-study starts at 7:30, and these fifteen minutes are enough for the two of them to take a battle bath. But Zhuang Shao's estimation of the form was wrong. He thought that the ace of the sports team knew about some hidden bathhouse, but when he saw it, he cursed inwardly.

"You just let me wash here?"

It's a men's restroom where only sports teams come. The drainpipe on the exposed sink looks even more broken than the one in the teaching building. Besides, there is no compartment, no shower head, and no hot water. How do wash it?

"Is there any problem, we usually wash here after training." Meng Ye took off his shirt as he spoke, his sturdy upper body and sweat-covered wheat-colored skin were particularly conspicuous in the moonlight.

"Fuck." Zhuang Shao scolded lowly.

Meng Ye took off his pants again. Probably because he usually wears sports shorts for running, the color of his thighs is directly tanned in two, but the lines of his legs are firm and powerful, not as thick as he imagined. Especially the muscle in the heel, Zhuang Shao didn't know what it was called, but only knew that this part of Meng Ye was very slender and long.

"Hurry up, class is about to start, and you'll be slapped for being late." Meng Ye urged him.

"You wash it, I'll wash it later."

Zhuang Shao went out and closed the door, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

"Smelly problem..." Meng Ye turned on the faucet and poured cold water on himself while humming a song.

The light inside was dim and dim, and the hallway was completely dark. Zhuang Shao just stood outside the door and listened, listening to him running out of tune to the rap at his grandma's house, listening to the water crashing on the ground, and suddenly having a feeling——

It seems good to live like that.

And then startled myself. Where is it good? Is it good to study in this backcountry, or is it good to rely on others, or is it good to have an uncertain future?

But how the word came, bottomed out.

Yes, bottoming out.

Even if you live in a remote rural area and rely on others every day, it is worth getting to know Meng Ye as a friend. No, it's not worth it, it's earned.

Thinking about it, Zhuang Shao moved himself, and a sentence popped out in his mind: "This life is worth it!" But he was pulled back to reality by the shouts of the people inside.

"Zhuang Shao!"

"Huh?" he responded.

"Help me take out my clothes, it fell to the ground."

Zhuang Daguan opened the door in the dark, picked up the shirt and shorts on the ground, and suddenly felt that he was like an apprentice/flower-picking thief.

"I took the clothes for a while, how do you wear them?"

"What to wear when you go out."

"Okay." Zhuang Shao glanced at the door of the station, it was not intentional, but his eyes automatically focused on the key parts below.

Not to mention, it's quite powerful.

Meng Ye folded his hands and covered it: "Playing a hooligan!"

"...Stupid."

"You're an idiot."

"Who knows who is stupid."

"Rebound, all rebound." Meng Yebi made a classic gesture of Ultraman.

Zhuang Shao had an old father-like smile on his face, but his mouth was quite impatient: "Hurry up, don't delay class."

Meng Ye muttered: "Fuck, the idiot took advantage of me."

The point is not that all of them are seen by him, it is that he is seen but not seen, which is a big loss!

Back to the classroom English teacher was late.

After ten minutes, the class representative went to ask, and came back excitedly to report: "Mr. Ma said she has papers to come out, let's watch English movies first in this class!"

There was a buzz in the classroom, as if a hornet's nest had been stabbed.

In the first night of high school, they always watched movies. This was the first time in the second year of high school, so it was hard not to be excited. However, there are regulations on which movies to watch. There are only a few movies to choose from, and the source of the movies is all on the teacher's computer.

The girl suggested: "Let's watch "The Notebook"!"

All the boys "cut". They want to watch war movies, but the war movies are too intense, and the next class will probably have opinions when the time comes.

The class representative came to the stage and began to play, and when the lights were turned off, the classroom went dark. Meng Ye wasn't interested in watching movies, so he became drowsy after a while, and kept his head down.

Zhuang Shao had seen this film a long time ago, and at this time he was planning to attend an online class, so he put on wired headphones.

Speaking of which, this headset is still Meng Ye's. His own pair was broken, so he borrowed Meng Ye's pair. The sound quality was poor, but it was barely usable. Moreover, Meng Ye usually borrows his mobile phone to listen to songs. The two are equivalent to sharing the same mobile phone and the same pair of headphones.

Listening and listening, a head suddenly appeared on the shoulder.

Meng Ye slept in a state of oblivion, and his body naturally leaned over and fell on Zhuang Shao.

It was rare for him to be so quiet when he was neither pompous nor scolded. The strobe light in the classroom shone on the bridge of his tall nose, making him seem quiet and docile, peaceful and indifferent to the world.

In addition, there is a fresh soap smell on his body, reminiscent of milk, toffee and the like, but his skin is so dark that when mixed together, it becomes toffee and chocolate.

It was hard for Zhuang Shao to imagine that he would let a man lean on his shoulders, but this was Meng Ye, so he could just lean on him, and he didn't think he was a sissy at all. If Meng Ye is tired and sad in the future, Zhuang Shao is still willing to let him rely on him, anytime, anywhere, as he wants.

Everyone else in the classroom was concentrating on watching the movie, and no one noticed that the two boys in the last row were very close together, one of them snoring softly on the other's shoulder.

On the other hand, Lu Xiaochuan glanced back, and just as he was about to start laughing, he was forced back by Zhuang Shao's low "Go", his tone was the same as ordering Xiaolong.

...what's the matter!

Lu Xiaochuan felt aggrieved.

Why is it being treated differently now? How did you change from the Iron Triangle to Ruping Yiping and He Shuhuan? Sin ah.

Later, the sound of the movie got a little louder, and Meng Ye half-awake complained: "It's really noisy."

Zhuang Shao took off the earphone and put it on him, and replaced the online class in the mobile phone with mathematics. Sure enough, this fellow soon fell unconscious.

Unsatisfactory math class. Teacher Zhang, I'm sorry.

When the get out of class light came on, Zhuang Shao pushed someone's head.

Meng Ye was still confused: "I dreamed that you changed your name."

"..." Zhuang Shao put down his earphones, "changed to what?"

"He Shuhuan." Meng Ye said, "There are still people who want to get engaged to you, and they want to drive away someone named Yiping."

"You watch less TV shows."

Meng Yiping stretched and heard the discussion about the monthly exam at the next table. She turned around and asked Zhuang Shao, "How are you preparing for the exam?"

"It's okay," Zhuang Shao opened the book, "I'm almost in physics, and everything else is okay."

This is a relatively modest way of saying that he is almost at the level of the top 30 in the grade, so it's called a spike.

Meng Yiping leaned in steadily, put her chin on his shoulder and blinked: "The handsome guy will take care of me the day after tomorrow."

"..."

Zhuang Shao shook his skin with goosebumps.

"When the time comes, you will do it first, and I will copy you after you finish it, and it will definitely not affect you."

"No." Zhuang Shao straightened his waist, "Everyone does his own thing. Now, if you copy the college entrance examination, it is impossible for you to copy it. This will cover up your true level."

Or say Shuhuan is a scumbag, who always shouts slogans to love who will be forever, but actually doesn't even copy the papers.

Meng Ye snorted: "I can see if you don't copy it."

Zhuang Shao said solemnly: "Then I will ask the teacher to change seats."

"Fuck, are you really here?"

If it wasn't for Ms. You Ying's recent assault on her son's grades, Meng Ye wouldn't be able to copy it. It would be very hard to write so many words on the paper.

Zhuang Shao said: "In short, it can't be done."

Meng Ye was so angry that he ignored him all night. When he returned home, he lay on the bed and was still tossing and baking pancakes, scolding Zhuang Shao's ancestor for the eighteenth generation.

After scolding, heard someone knock on the door.

"Who is it!" He was annoyed.

Zhuang Shao said, "I."

"Get out." Meng Ye opened the door and glared angrily, "Don't bother your father and me if it's okay."

"Something happened."

Zhuang Shao held the wrong question book and pen in his left hand, and brushed his chicken coop-like hair in his right hand, "I'll ask you to do the question."