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Coincidentally, Lu Zhengkang and Zhang Yingxuan are roommates, and Zhou Ping lives in the bedroom next to them.

The four people were sleeping in the same room. In addition to Lu Zhang Er, there was also the broken mouth No. 2, named Zou Jiaqi, white and clean, with red lips and white teeth, plus withered hair, looked really like a doll, and his height was a little short. It's not exaggerating to say that he is in the fourth grade of elementary school, and he has never been idle on weekdays. He is crackling and cannonball, but he has a good voice, and his speech is funny. You can listen to it as a stand-up comedy.

The last one is No. 34, named Wei Changjun, nicknamed Gastrointestinal Bacteria. He is a thin and tall boy. His complexion is as yellow as tangerine peel. His chin is not obvious and his lips are thick. Teasing to be a Peking Man, he himself doesn't care about these jokes, a cool guy, likes music, likes basketball, and also likes watching movies. The only drawback is that he is occasionally not on the same channel with others.

During the school period, you are not allowed to go out of school or eat takeaway.

The cafeteria has the function of delivering meals and lodging, but you need to apply for it, and the teacher can enjoy it. Students can only get this treatment if they are sick and in bed. They have to run errands on their own. In Zou Jiaqi's words, this is a retrogression of modern civilization.

There are many varieties of dishes in the canteen. It’s up to you whether you choose three dishes, one soup or eight dishes and one soup, but it’s still the same sentence—a fixed amount. Everyone will receive one serving. There is no limit to the quantity, but you can’t waste it. Zhengkang had a good meal. His current appetite is not big, but not small. It belongs to the kind of self-service to eat back.

The campus facilities and conditions are first-class, but academic pressure is also huge.

The head teacher, that is, the mean woman, asked her classmates during her self-study time in the afternoon.

The first is the discipline of study time: listening carefully during class is the most basic; no talking or walking is allowed after class, except in the toilet; the trash can is only available at noon and after school in a day, and must be kept clean at other times; personal hygiene is maintained at all times. Boys’ hair cannot cover their ears, girls’ hair must be tied, no makeup is allowed, and nails must be cut clean; before joining the Communist Youth League in the third grade, the red scarf must be worn every day; school uniforms must be worn, school badges must be worn, and school badges must be worn on the right chest Below the collarbone...

Then there is the discipline of daily time: those who live in the dormitory must go to bed on time, and those who live at home must send a selfie with their family to the teacher in charge. They must all stand up and bow to the teacher in class. Eye exercises and radio gymnastics must be standard in the morning. No lateness, no breakfast in the classroom, no self-study homework in the morning, no fire in the dormitory, no puppy love at a young age...

Classmates: (;'д) "ah↗↘……"

Class teacher: ╰(‵□′)╯ "Ah, what, no, all are obedient!"

Lu Zhengkang thought to himself: I'm damn your lungs, this is too high pressure.

There are fifty-four people in their class, sitting in nine rows with six people in each row, which is just right. There are slightly more girls than boys, 30 people, and 24 boys.

What's strange is that even if the head teacher can't tell you that you are in love, the seat is still mixed.And when it changes in January, the order will be reordered. The rule is: good grades and short people go to the front, poor grades and tall people squat behind, average grades, and medium-sized guys fill the middle.

At the beginning of school, Lu Zhengkang was really tall, sitting in the last row, at the same table as the number three, and sitting on the right hand side of Zou Jiaqi at the opening ceremony, the upright girl, surnamed Bai, Bai Fengjiu, although serious, she is a young man. Girl: Lu Zhengkang can guess that she likes scar literature without even asking. When he saw this girl, his mind suddenly jumped out of the famous "Rain Alley".

"Holding the oil paper umbrella,

"alone

"Wandering for a long time,

"long

"A lonely rain alley

"...

"She wanders in this lonely rainy lane

"Holding the oil paper umbrella

"like me

"Like me

"Silently

"indifferent,

"Qing Qing,

"And melancholy..."

Well, it can't be wrong, don't look at the little girl who is always meticulous, but when she is holding a poem, all the sorrows of dreams and nostalgia flow from her slender eyes.Although there is suspicion of being moved by herself, her pursuit of beauty is true.

Lu Zhengkang had seen it with his own eyes. She was quietly around her during get out of class time, placing the collection of Nalanxingde’s poems on the table, pressing the elbow of her left hand on one page, and the three fingers of her right hand on the other side. Turning her head, looking down to read, holding her cheek with the palm of her left hand, her neat ponytail slightly hangs on her left shoulder, light comes in from the south window, her pure skin is backlit and blurred, and her tender earlobe seems transparent.The thin hairs on the cheek surface can't hide the healthy ruddy complexion. Her face is like Xiao Tao'er, and her earlobe is the drop of water...

Lu Zhengkang turned his head slightly to look at Bai Fengjiu. On his left, across a corridor, Su Xiangli's claws grabbed his ears.

"Aren't they pretty?"

Chapter 465 Why do you look dodgy at me

Lu Zhengkang yelled in shame, "Let it go!"

Su Xiang leaned back away, so Lu Zhengkang was also pulled from the seat by his ears.

I'm sorry, why is Su Xiangli sitting in the last row...No, Lu Zhengkang complains that his mind is always distracted. It's better not to look at other girls...No, why does Su Xiangli care about me and others?!

Lu Zhengkang turned her head to stare at her, and her mouth was smiling, her eyes were contemptuous and joking. A teenage girl could show such a subtle and subtle expression. Lu Zhengkang only felt that she really looked like a miracle. He was furious, but weak in his voice, "What are you doing, you are not allowed to fight during get out of class time."

Su Xiangli withdrew his hand boredly, turned his head and looked down, flipping through the text in his hand, and ignored Lu Zhengkang.

"..." Lu Zhengkang rubbed his hands and suddenly realized that this action was very awkward, so he stood with his hands on his hips and stood by Su Xiangli's table, condescendingly, and his shadow was faintly projected on her table in the afternoon with plenty of light. It happened to block the text in the textbook. Lu Zhengkang looked down and saw that it was a Chinese document. What Su Xiangli was reading was also an ancient poem, but it was the same as Bai Fengjiu.

On the unfolded book pages, Su Xiangli's left hand slender fingers pointed on the paper, her nails were clear and light autumn fragrance, and the shiny horny surface reflected sunlight, like a frosty snow on the fingertips.And the poem she was referring to was "Hai Tou Phoenix? Red Crispy Hands", which made Lu Zhengkang's heart cold.

Su Xiangli casually turned his right hand to turn the page, while the tip of his left finger swam comfortably, passing an article, ancient poems, and excerpts of famous works, some of which are familiar to Lu Zhengkang, some of which he is not familiar with. It seems that I read Mr. Lu Xun's article...

Seeing Su Xiangli's indifference, Lu Zhengkang suddenly burst into funny thoughts, slowly dumped his body and knocked his head on the book, making Su Xiangli unable to turn the page, thinking that she couldn't help but pull her ears. I suddenly turned my head around and opened my mouth to bite her, even if she was called a mad dog, it didn't matter. Today, Lu Zhengkang wants to prove that I am a gentleman who has a grudge against him!

"You have gone away." She said, quietly poking her face with her finger, her tender nails on the ivory flesh of Lu Zhengkang, piercing shallow pits, a different touch, and her own face Feeling different, she quickly leaned into Lu Zhengkang's ears and cursed softly: "Cheeky!"

Lu Zhengkang felt something approaching him, so he turned his face abruptly as planned.

The tip of his nose swept across the air, exhaling the heat of breathing, slowly, slowly, washing down Su Xiangli's jaw and lips, she felt the tenderness and tenderness spread, until the tip of his rude nose hit her. Nose.

cheeky!She scolded again, covering her nose.

Lu Zhengkang took two or three steps back in shock, bending his knees into his chair, he sat down, desperate, and raised his hand to gently stroke his lips.

Is it mine, my illusion?But that kind of feeling, experienced in a few milliseconds, the thin and pleated cortex rubbed against each other, the current of nerve signals tore his muscles and bones, piercing his soul flesh, but it was fleeting, so fleeting The passing is shorter than all the time units he knew.

In an instant?End of life?

A microsecond?One nanosecond?

Why do you think of this.

The shortest unit of time in the universe is Planck time, ten minus 43 times second, the world is a movie, the interval between each frame is ten minus 43 times second, Lu Zhengkang feels that he touched the previous frame I met her...what happened in such a short time?

Su Xiangli touched him with a finger, with a threatening meaning. At this time, the class bell rang, the teacher came in, and the students stood up and bowed to say hello.

When Lu Zhengkang bowed and looked at her sideways, she also looked sideways at him, her nose was a little red, was she bruised?Lu Zhengkang folded his fists and begged for mercy.

The teacher on the stage said hello to the students, everyone stood up straight and sat down.This is a mathematics class. The class is a thin old lady who is weak in speaking. She will assign homework as soon as she comes. The homework includes exercises and pre-study texts. She will understate it when she speaks, but the amount of homework is really not small.

Everyone's first impression of her made it difficult to deal with. The old lady looked shrewd and it was really difficult to fool her.

The teacher in charge has a good saying that the time after class is used for homework. This is the tradition of Ninghu, so the teachers in the class are also very considerate and arrange homework before class.

The homework is often closely related to the content of the class. Today, I said that the unit of algebra should be written. If the class is supernormal and you talk more about geometry, then add geometry homework. If the progress is not good and the algebra is not finished, then Drag the hall.