The military training began in a daze and ended quietly. After that, a week's vacation, no sand, no scorching sun, no eyes.

Wen Yu was lying at home, feeling as if the military training had never happened, except for his thin face that had darkened a few degrees. Originally, I wanted to go to other places with my parents for a short vacation, adjust my state and prepare for school, but suddenly became uninterested in anything, so I simply canceled the trip and stayed at home for several days.

During the vacation, in addition to adding a few boys I just met in the class to QQ, Wen Yu built a group, had nothing to talk about, and read "Let's Listen to the Wind" again, and felt that he was very similar to the lazy protagonist, but there was a big difference between the new rat and the rat in the book.

QQ is the most fashionable communication tool for high school students in the era when it is easy to apply for 8-digit beautiful numbers. In addition to chatting, a lot of time can be spent with Bubble Dragon and Tetris, Wen Yu accidentally found that the mouse actually updated his QQ signature file. "I am not a rat that hears the wind, but a rat that moans timidly."

"Jin Ting called me, and we talked for three hours, and I talked a lot about her childhood." The big man said in the QQ group.

"It's only been three hours of talking, and you two can't have a good relationship." The rat immediately sent a skeleton emoji, followed by a emoji.

"No way, at the critical moment, my phone will automatically shut down when it is out of power, and I will buy a Philips Super Standby King tomorrow."

"Don't waste money, Jin Ting will go out with me tomorrow and won't answer your roaming calls." The rat followed with several smirkers.

"Ye Ye's mother called me three times and asked me why I didn't take care of it and tan Zhao Yeye's face so darkly." Zhuang Xiaopang also complained in the group.

"It's hard for the old mother-in-law to serve." Rat began to tease again.

"I gave Zhao Yeye all the sunscreen I prepared, how else can I take care of her? Every day, I change the Vaseline that she wipes her feet to wipe her face, and I always feel that I can tear off a black skin when I look in the mirror now. Zhuang Xiaopang continued to complain.

"Did Zhao Yeye give you Daknin?" The rat's mouth is getting worse and worse.

"Rinse your mouth with the Selu, and then speak." After that night, Wen Yu has been very energetic towards the rat, and finally began to help Zhuang Xiaopang speak.

Probably because the topic has become disgusting, there is no movement in the group, each chatting about their own QQ, and each playing their own Warcraft.

The start of the school year at Peking High School is scheduled for a windy autumn Tuesday.

When the school flag was raised at the entrance ceremony of the new students, the flag was blown away by the strong wind before it fell, and several flag bearers chased after it with their teeth and claws. Before there was any movement elsewhere, Wen Yu's sixth class exploded into a heartless laugh. The laughter drowned out the wind, and the flag ran faster in fright.

Only Zhuang Xiaopang stood behind Wen Yu, and said in a sinister voice: "The flag of the teacher is down, and everything is ominous." ”

The high school in Beicheng is quite well-established, and the college entrance examination results of graduates in previous years can also be ranked in Beicheng, but this class of nonsensical students has turned the school upside down. Later, someone made such a statistic in Baidu Tieba of Beicheng High School: the number of students in prison = the number of previous students Tsinghua University and Peking University, and the number of repeat students in this class = the number of key universities of previous students.

The head teacher of this class is a middle-aged man about 40 years old, teaching mathematics, he has just been transferred from a small county town in the province that does not change the name, as soon as he entered the school, he became the head of the grade group, he is less than 1.70 meters tall, often smiling, not many words, but turned decay into a magical class that was embarrassing as soon as the school started into a seventeen consecutive championships in the eighteen major exams of the first year of high school, and the six classes were transformed into a magical country with more than 20 points per capita in the class that had to fall second in every exam, and the only thing that did not win was the last exam- The boycott protested against the school's unreasonable salary for class teachers.

Class 6 was originally the most noisy, but it was able to get amazing scores, so more powerful parents were willing to take out a lot of money to stuff their children directly into this class, which would not delay the nonsense, but also have good grades.

Wen Yu also thought about making a big fuss in high school, but from the moment he entered the classroom, he was put out by the head teacher. When assigning seats at the door of the classroom, probably because of the reason for looking through the freshman files, the head teacher chatted with him enthusiastically for a while, and the content was nothing more than to see that his grades were very good in junior high school, hoping to drive the learning atmosphere in the class. This kind of conversation is very different from other people who are directly seated, and what can be heard and what cannot be heard in the classroom is craned to pay attention. Then, Wen Yu was arranged to sit on Meng Meng's left, which means that in front of everyone, he seemed to have the intention of applying to the head teacher to sit with Meng Meng.

"Hey, I didn't see that you guy's expression was stupid, and he was so energetic!" A fat girl with heavy makeup joked with Wen Yu that he didn't remember her name until he graduated from high school, only remembered her sweaty eyeliner and the smell of sweat that came and went when it was hot.

Wen Yu and Meng Meng sat in the corner of the back door of the classroom, if there were thick textbooks stacked on the desk, it would become a blind spot that the teacher could not see when he stood on the lectern. This location was later praised by the students as a blessed place for class lovers, and the price of land in various classes also soared, and it was hard to find money.

Wen Yu found that they were very much like a bunch of chess pieces, which were densely piled up in the barracks a few days ago, and at this moment, they were scattered in every corner of the classroom with stars.

Jin Ting sat in the first row closest to the podium, and sat behind her by quietly changing seats with others by some means.

The big man naturally sat in the last row, and he was sure to block the view when he sat somewhere else, and he was so pleased with this arrangement that he pulled the basketball with his hands as soon as he sat down.

Da Bai also sat in the first row, but he was far away from Jin Ting and the two of them, and became the first person to sleep in the first row when Class 6 dared to go to class.

The champion sat in the third row, and before the first class, he took out the textbook that had been drawn beyond recognition, and since then he has been bored for three years, except for the ranking on the big list, the whole person slowly faded out of everyone's sight.

Zhuang Xiaopang was a little farther away from Zhao Yeye, separated by two rows and three columns, with a straight line distance of 3.5 meters, but it was also within the effective ejection range of the small note.

Wen Yu suddenly wanted to sit away from Meng Meng - on the first day of class, Meng Meng didn't look at him all morning, as if there was a wall next to him.

He sat in the corner with her, surrounded by walls on both sides, which made her vision even more cramped, and she rarely even twisted her head a few times, and there was a great tendency to develop cervical spondylosis, and he was not very comfortable to sit on.

She didn't look at him all afternoon, because she was long away from the classroom and ran somewhere.

Before high school, Wen Yu, who was excellent in character and learning, didn't know what skipping class was, let alone expected that he would become the king of skipping classes since the establishment of Beijing High School, and this was only one of his many records in this high school.

The rat was too close to the target he had specified, and he always used a pencil to ruffle Jin Ting's hair in the afternoon self-study class, and then provoked her to turn around and joke a few words, so back and forth, tirelessly, but Wen Yu's eyes were sour, and he yawned.

"Will you raise me after lead poisoning?" Jin Ting knocked the pen off the mouse's hand in disgust.

"It's okay to say this, but you can't go back!" The rat immediately stretched out a wizened little finger to hook up with her.

"You're so old, I'll call you my godfather." Jin Ting picked up the pen and stroked back the sparse hair of the mouse.

"Good girl, godfather will love you in the future." The rat slapped his face and made a gesture to hug him.

This is what Wen Yu heard with his own ears when he passed by, and as soon as he heard it, he knew that Jin Ting didn't mean that to the rat at all, but it was a pity that the rat pretended not to know, or his eyes were full of peach blossoms, and he was as idle as a surging river, endless, tireless.

Zhuang Xiaopang usually sat there quietly and listened to the class, and he didn't look for Zhao Yeye between classes, but Zhao Yeye sent a note to him.

"How much is that sunscreen you gave me during military training, I'll give it to you!"

"No, I didn't take care of you, you're all tanned."

"Actually, I didn't use that, is military training still called military training if you don't tan?"

"Oh, you look good like that, too."

"My mother told you to come to the house tomorrow night to finish dinner and then do your homework, and she will make your favorite braised chicken neck and sweet and sour tenderloin."

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Wen Yu and the first cadre of the sixth class sat there in a daze, looking at the flying notes in amazement, as if they were watching a close badminton game. Wen Yu not only sighed that the two of them didn't know how many live-fire drills there were in junior high school, but also wondered why they had to wait for the teacher to turn around and write a board book after class.

Only the big man withdrew early from the war with the rats for Jin Ting, because he survived the high school entrance examination holiday and military training, and happily returned to the main business of playing basketball. He gathered a few people to form a basketball team in the class, and played as a center. In this year's time, Class 6 passed all the way, fought unconvinced, won the grade championship without any suspense, and even almost won the star team of the senior graduating class.

Seeing that everyone was busy with serious or indecent things in the classroom, Wen Yu felt that he had nothing to do all day, just sitting lazily in the corners of the classroom, in a daze, sleeping, and had already lost at the starting line.

In fact, they didn't know that Wen Yu was a person who never admitted defeat in betting, and he had a glorious record at a very young age. When he was six years old, he made a bet with the little fat man in the yard to see who could drink more soda, and the loser paid for a treat. The little fat man blew down 3 bottles of 1000ml big white pears in one go, and looked at Wen Yu with a triumphant face that there was still one bottom left in the first bottle. But Wen Yu didn't admit defeat that day, and pulled the little fat man to sit on the stone steps at the entrance of the store, slowly, and pressed down the mixture of carbon dioxide, saccharin, coloring and water one by one, until he had 5 empty bottles under his feet.

"You...... No provisions...... How long does it have to be...... Drink it up. Wen Yu clenched his teeth, for fear that the soda would spurt out of his esophagus, and used his last strength to squeeze out this sentence.

The little fat man gritted his teeth and opened the fourth bottle, but after smelling it, he put it down, and paid 9 yuan with admiration.

Since that night, Wen Yu has been tossing in the hospital for half a month with his stomach covered, and his hands are full of needles for hanging bottles, but in the end, he didn't tell his family what dirty things he ate. Since then, Wen Yu's stomach has been bad, and he has diarrhea as soon as he drinks cold soda.

The First World War was a god, and that year, the various "hills" in the courtyard and even a few streets outside the community have spread a resounding name: Fifth Brother. The children will rush to say this sentence when they raise the bar, "Do you dare to bet with the fifth brother to drink soda if you are powerful?" ”

Perhaps from that time on, Wen Yu thought that he was very good at betting. Bet that even if he is temporarily behind, he will take it slowly and catch up.

On the second day of class in Beicheng High School, Wen Yu was still sitting in the corner of the classroom with a gloomy face, either pinching a carbon strip and scribbling on the textbook, or simply lying on the table and waiting for the bell to ring after class, he could still feel that there were girls talking about him, or he offended Meng Meng after he was thin that night, and he was even more offended because of this, or he should have put his side face on the textbook and let out a deep pool of saliva to kill himself, so as not to be annihilated by other people's saliva.

It's been ten hours at the same table, Meng Meng still doesn't notice him, but his butt can't sit still, and as soon as the class bell rings, he floats outside to chat, mingling with half of the boys in the school.

This is a golden stage of socialization, high school is a miniature river, two people don't know each other, but once you start asking from junior high school, then to elementary school, and finally to kindergarten, there will always be your former elementary school table mate is my neighbor, or the boy who chased me in kindergarten without skin and face was beaten to death by you, and it can be regarded as acquaintance.

Wen Yu knew that until he graduated from this high school, the people he knew could only be a fraction of Meng Meng's, because he didn't think that he belonged here, a quasi-first-class high school in the city.

Soon after, Class 6 and all the people in Class 6 had a new code name in the school, like being circled by the left mouse button and renamed with the right button. People in other classes are used to saying, "I know Meng Meng, who is in her class." Meng Meng has become synonymous with Class 6, and has become an existence that always shows off when he says it from his mouth, just like the fifth brother who drank soda in the yard at the beginning.