I can't really like summer. I can't understand the poetry of the cicadas and frogs, and I have no interest in the spring under the skirts of the girls, except for the two-dollar popsicle that can hook my soul, all other vibrant things have become lifeless in the steaming sweat. The No. 1 Middle School I attended was a 100-year-old school, and we had to move into the old laboratory building just in time for the renovation of the teaching house. There are more than 60 people sitting in the classroom of 50 pings, each of whom is crammed into their own small world, breathing the smell of other people's sweat. I'm not thin, slightly fleshy, especially the chest development is a little too good, when I straighten my body, my back can only allow half a person to pass, bend down slightly, and my back will be next to Tang Jibei's desk. The edges of the old wooden table were already burrs, and the sweat stinged made it particularly itchy.

Tang Jibei had a copy of "Zhu Xian" standing on his desk, and he was resting his chin on the table, hiding behind the book with his whole face, not knowing whether he was reading or dozing off. I pushed his desk with my shoulder, and he lazily poked his head out from behind the book, "Gui Gan?"

"Are you sincere?" I pointed to the empty aisle behind Tang Jibei, "Big brother, you sit in the last row, you can put four of you behind your buttocks, move back, sister, I'm not spacious." ”

Tang Jibei raised his hand and pointed to the top of his head, and I looked at it, and there was a yellowed four-bladed fan hanging from the ceiling squeaking and turning, "Dude, I have a fan above my head to continue my life, and I can't move the wind back so much." He tilted his head to look at me with interest, and a wicked smile twitched at the corner of his left mouth, "Who told you to just die and didn't sit with us, no wonder we have to punish you on behalf of the moon!" With that, his right hand went around Yu Qiuyun's shoulder and hooked hard, Yu Qiuyun was pulled by him so that his body was crooked and almost lay into his arms, and his body hit the table when he leaned.

The table jerked forward for half a minute, leaning on the back of the boy at my tablemate, who was scratched by the burrs on the edges, and he snorted imperceptibly. Seeing this, Yu Qiuyun hurriedly pushed Tang Jibei away, straightened up and pulled the table back, and said sorry embarrassedly.

The tablemate bent down to pick up the pencil case that fell at his feet and returned it to Yu Qiuyun, shaking his head and saying that it didn't matter. Then he turned his head to look at Tang Jibei. This person obviously has a pretty face, but his face is as cold as a piece of ice ballast, and there is no emotion in his eyes. Tang Jibei was stared at inexplicably, sat up straight, craned his neck and stared back, but when he spoke, he unconsciously slapped the scoop in his mouth: "Look...... What are you seeing?"

The boy didn't respond, unhurriedly pushed away the stool and stood up, walked straight behind me, lifted Tang Jibei's table and moved it back half a person's width, and the table suddenly pressed against Tang Jibei's chest, pushing him so much that he almost fell to the ground. A series of actions flowed smoothly, and he didn't seem to hear the voice of Tang Jibei's scolding, so he sat back in his seat lightly, bowed his head to a bunch of Olympiad questions and continued to write and draw in his notebook.

Tang Jibei has always only suffered from girls. At the time of the military training in the first year of high school, the company organized a mixed ball game, and a girl in the opposing team couldn't break his ball, so she scratched his face in a hurry, and he praised people with a hippie smile and said that the girl's hands were so tender. After a while, another boy accidentally grabbed him, and he jumped up and was about to beat him. He said that this is the character of a gentleman, I smacked him, fart, you are obviously a hooligan attitude. There was a commotion just now, and the students who had nothing to do turned around and watched, and they almost took a small bench to chew a small watermelon. Now that everyone is watching inexplicably, they have suffered a loss, and they have lost face, where did Tang Jibei swallow this breath, picked up the book and smashed it on the boy's back and scolded: "You are sick!"

I gasped, are these people hormone overproduction?

"It's really enough to fight with girls. The boy didn't even raise his head, and continued to calculate a bunch of jumble numbers under his hands.

Girls?!Tang Jibei felt a surge of anger in his lungs, and his burning face was red and swollen. Seeing that he was about to blow up, I hurriedly grabbed his arm and squeezed his eyes at Yu Qiuyun, who was stunned next to him, he was not stupid, he immediately understood, and hurriedly stood up and pressed Tang Jibei back on the stool.

I picked up the book and handed it to Tang Jibei, grinning, "Just kidding, kidding, the first day of school, I don't know each other." Tang Jibei didn't eat my set, and struggled to stand up and compare, but he was pressed by Yu Qiuyun and couldn't move. Angry, he turned his head and began to complain that Yu Qiuyun had a pair of elbows that turned outward.

Seeing that he gradually had no intention of fighting, I straightened my body and sat back. The excitement is gone, and the classroom gradually changes from noisy to whispering. I turned my face to look at the boy next to me, his eyelids drooped, his long eyelashes made people jealous, his fine fluffy bangs fluttered in front of his forehead, and his face was good but very boring. From the time I sat next to him to now, more than an hour has passed, except for the pen that writes back and forth in my hand, everything else seems to be a still picture, and the whole person looks very quiet.

"What, I don't bother you when I see you've been busy with questions in the afternoon," I whispered in my throat, "The boy in the back is my old tablemate, and we usually talk like this, you just misunderstood." But thank you for being so righteous. After that, I stretched out my hand to him: "Hello, new tablemate, my name is Zhou Yiyi, and I have to take care of me this semester." ”

"It's just temporary, and the teacher will adjust the seat right away. He replied to me without raising his head, letting my hand awkwardly rest in mid-air. I just stuck my cold buttocks, and my hot face became hotter and hotter. I muttered in my heart how to meet on the first day of school, it was either two hundred and five like Tang Jibei, or such a tsundere cancer next to me. It's hard to have Yu Qiuyun who is so good-looking and gentle, but as soon as he is with Tang Jibei, he always exudes a little gay. Seeing that he didn't mean to deal with me, I stupidly withdrew my hand, took out my Chinese textbook and flipped a few pages, and stopped at the three poems of the Book of Songs, and I tilted my head to read it. Among them, "Hooligans" is very familiar to me, I have memorized it before, and the left is just the story of an infatuated woman meeting a thin lover. Most of the red faces are bitter, and their affection is always let down. I sighed softly at the thought of this.

The boy next to me probably heard my sigh, stopped his pen and turned his head to look at me, then turned his head to continue working on the question.

"Fang Chaomu. He whispered.

"Huh?" I didn't react, and turned my head to look at him blankly.

"Fang Chaomu, my name. ”