Wen Yu's primary school was really rotten, and he didn't go to kindergarten, and some rumors about him only being in junior high school will always be outside the mainstream circle of public opinion on this campus, but people have to pay attention to it. In contrast, Meng Meng let the boys in the outer class beat her head and blood for her in two weeks. However, when a competitive person comes to her to confess, he will only get such an answer.

"I still think it's good to be buddies with boys, and I'm actually the same buddies when I'm with my boyfriend."

Rat heard this sentence out of nowhere, and gloated and relayed it to Wen Yu.

Wen Yu was still indifferent and didn't say a word. He thinks that there must be a reason why a girl has received the attention of so many boys, just her words, let you know that you were rejected quickly, and unconsciously put you in the same position as her boyfriend, so that you still have a thief heart to be her flower messenger, looking forward to the next time there will be a chance to break the blood, so that you can come to her again to ask for credit.

Others may not be able to understand this mystery, but Wen Yu's heart is like a mirror, and he sighs that if it is intentional, then Meng Meng's means are a little darker, thinking about sitting with such a person, the back of his neck has unconsciously oozing cold sweat.

In any case, it was unrealistic to go on without talking to each other under the same roof, and Wen Yu figured out that Meng Meng might be waiting for him to take the initiative to please and admit his mistakes, and then embarrass him in front of the whole class. It's not that he doesn't have the courage to do this, but he doesn't have the emotions to fall into the same stream with those boys, so Meng Meng finally couldn't stand it, and talked bad about him with the girls around him, including the fat girl with heavy makeup next to him, the evidence was a cartoon picked up under the desk, the man depicted was very ugly, with a green face and fangs, a crooked mouth and slanted eyes, and a pair of thick and exaggerated black-framed glasses, with sarcastic idioms and proverbs marked with different pen styles next to him. Originally, if you want to draw a person who can be recognized, you should only grasp the most characteristic object, such as glasses.

In Wen Yu's previous concept, only whoever he likes will paint a portrait of whom, but he never thought that it was okay to hate someone.

Wen Yu saw the cartoons that seemed to have fallen there deliberately, and felt that Meng Meng was really boring to sit there every day without studying (she didn't study herself, and she was also very boring, but different from her), maybe in his opinion, any girl still has a lot of shortcomings compared with Xu Kexin, who abandoned herself, and her appearance is far inferior to most of the brush, and the rest are compared to temperament, talent, and in the end, there are very few people who can still see it. However, objectively, Meng Meng is indeed a beautiful girl, and there is nothing wrong with her inside and out. Maybe if you want to elect the school flower in Beijing High School, it may not be her, but if you say that she is the school flower, others can't say that it is not. And in the past two days, a hot news has spread on the campus, she has openly or semi-openly talked about N times of big love and N times of small love in junior high school, and she was the public lover of the majority of young men in the school at that time.

To what extent is Meng Meng popular, as long as she is hit in junior high school, a large string of "Meng Meng" will pop up in the back, even if she hits Peking High School, there will also be a lot of topics about her. Wen Yu found that Meng Meng was more in high school than he was in junior high school, but he was dim in comparison.

Perhaps, his own highlight era has passed, Wen Yu thought.

"I remember when I saw you in junior high school, I felt very boring, and I didn't look like an autistic person like I am now, do you dislike this place?" Zhao Yeye is one of the very few girls in the class (close to 1) who can chat casually with Wen Yu. On the night of her military training, she saw Wen Yu hugging Meng Meng, thinking that he was planning to create some gimmicks as soon as he came to this class, and was about to shout everywhere, "I don't know such a naïve boy!" At that time, everything came to an abrupt end weirdly, so Zhao Yeye needed to complain very much. Zhao Yeye found that Wen Yu was ridiculously bored now, but he didn't find that the reason why he was bored was because there was only one person next to him, and that person never talked to him.

"The English textbook comes up with "The Rest of My Life on a Desert Island", and I feel that I am inferior to that man, at least he has a leather ball."

"Meng Meng may also think that you are not as good as a ball!" Zhao Yeye will never do any processing on what she says, and she is guaranteed to make you feel both unexpected and reasonable.

"Maybe so." Wen Yu smiled bitterly at Zhao Yeye, and had to admit that if he had been like this for the past three years, he would have had some hardship, but in fact, it was only the second day, and he had already begun to feel a little unbearable.

"Even if you have good grades, don't always put on a stinky shelf that you don't like to think about! Who didn't put a knife on your neck and forced you to come to Beigao......" Zhao Yeye is like a machine gun in the TV series that never needs to change magazines, and then suddenly opened fire.

"Don't you think the life of Peking High School is a little strange, people have become very impetuous-I mean Ben came to this school to mess around, but I didn't expect all of them to be so outrageous, boys are either soaked in Internet cafes all day long, or lie on the basketball court, big men are like this, rats are like this, as long as the girls pass by a dozen by, they will definitely not pass the ball, and arch under the rebound like a cow." Talking to Zhao Yeye, Wen Yu always felt a little short of breath, embarrassed to divert the topic, but didn't think about it, and became incoherent like her.

"Now girls like boys to have two brushes, either the face looks like Wu Yanzu, or the ball plays like Kobe." Zhao Yeye retorted. According to Zhuang Xiaopang quietly told Wen Yu, when Zhao Yeye was in junior high school, he actually had a crush on a boy in the class who could play basketball, and that boy also came to Beijing High School.

"Have you ever seen Meng Meng's boyfriend, what kind of brush does it belong to?" Wen Yu didn't know why this question suddenly appeared, or that someone who could subconsciously become Meng Meng's boyfriend should always be a little different. The value of men to women in this era is either handsome enough to use their faces to swipe their faces, or rich enough to use their cards to brush their faces.

"I haven't seen it either, why don't you make an appointment to play together one day......" Zhao Yeye thought that Wen Yu was releasing a signal to reconcile with Meng Meng, with a very serious expression on his face, and his eyes rolled as if he wanted to have a few days left until next weekend.

"Let's talk about it, just ask." Wen Yu hurriedly said, and at the same time, at the same time, he was completely impressed by the big-line girl in front of him at this moment, so he had to quickly divert to another topic, for fear that Zhao Yeye would recklessly run to Meng Meng and say, "Wen Yu wants to play with your boyfriend." ”

However, he is also a little relieved, in fact, boys are the same as peacock open screens, they have the nature to attract girls' attention, but the age is different, the times are different, change the form, chase fashion, such as when he was in junior high school, there will also be people wearing hats crookedly at the school gate, holding a cigarette in their hands, and when the cute girl in the class passed by, he suddenly said, "Passing by, missing, who made the mistake by the way?" Frightened, the girl covered her chest and walked away quickly, and from then on, she was picked up by her parents every day, rain or shine.

One month after the start of the school year, the geography teacher in Class 6 changed two, and the school's mock test was tested three times. In addition, nineteen people in the class have more nicknames, seven of which are from Wen Yu, and the other twelve are from Meng Meng, it's not that his ability to trick Gu is inferior to her, it's just that there are more girls and fewer boys in the class, and his space for play is not as broad as hers. The corner of the classroom has become a mysterious black triangle, in which there are two processing plants that maliciously compete with each other, constantly coming out with their own nickname products, each of which is exclusively customized.

"Love expert" is the hat that Wen Yu gave Meng Meng, and after the propaganda of the big-mouthed monster of the mouse, within a few days, more and more people in the class called her so.

Meng Meng didn't care about this, as if she had really become a high-profile expert, working tirelessly on her "scientific research projects" every day.

So, Wen Yu thought that she should be called "Professor Meng Meng" - falling in love is the same as the law in the academic circle, some small researchers are doing experiments day and night but can't apply for a project, and if they are well-known experts and professors, there will be a steady stream of projects knocking on the door with cash dowry, but they are not necessarily welcomed. In this way, Meng Meng is really like a university professor, her boyfriend is the "unit" that gives her the title, and other boys are "projects" outside her unit. The only difference between Meng Meng and the professor may only be that the more projects she has, the more handy she seems to be.

Wen Yu was a little upset for the other girls, and took pity on them for their difficulty as little scientists. As for what kind of subject he was with Meng Meng, Wen Yu had never thought about it. And he found that Meng Meng didn't give him a nickname, but still treated him as air - maybe "air" was the nickname that Meng Meng hinted at him. Since it was air, Wen Yu really thought that he was transparent, with his chin on his hand, being an "invisible man" of YY, with his arms on the table, holding his chin and facing sideways, watching Meng Meng's every move unscrupulously.

Meng Meng always did his own thing casually, only blushing occasionally.

During military training, Rat told a popular joke in his junior high school class:

A boy stared at the girl at the same table on the side, and the girl finally couldn't help but shout at him in class, what to see!

I'm looking at you, and the guy said very calmly, I like you, be my girlfriend.

The girl said, OK! The class burst into prolonged applause.

Although he saw the rat and Jin Ting's ears and temples grinding, Zhuang Xiaopang and Zhao Yeye simmering slowly, as a ball of air that only occasionally made Meng Meng blush, Wen Yu still did not give up on the bet.

Not all people can't put down their bets, for example, even Sun Yao probably doesn't remember who he is, and only cares about Dabai from morning to night. Another example is a big man who shoots a ball under his desk from time to time, regardless of whether he is in class or out of class.

"Shoot the ball again and roll it on the basketball court!" The head teacher's hidden weapon for throwing the big man was upgraded from the chalk head to the whole chalk, and then to the board eraser.

"Thank you, teacher! I'll get out of ...... now" The big man had a heroic face like the sun, holding the ball in both hands, and after standing up, a gust of wind seemed to pass by Wen Yu, disappearing through the back door, and a few seconds later, there was a terrifying sound of slapping the ball in the corridor.

For this reason, Class 6 broke three erasers in one week, causing the school committee Zhuang Xiaopang to keep going to the general affairs office to ask for new ones.

"Your sixth class is eating board rubbing?" The aunt of the General Affairs Office put down the woolen work in her hand, and while asking, she drew straight words for the sixth class of high school on the form.

"Why don't you give us two more, so that you don't have to bother you weaving...... Disturb your work. Zhuang Xiaopang looked well-behaved, and took the board to wipe faster than the big man.

In addition to class, during recess and even during lunch break, Meng Meng would lean back on a chair, fold his legs together on the edge of the desk, and write letters to the "unit". Meng Meng likes to wear light-colored clothes and pants, the graceful lines in the white shirt are looming, a pair of terrazzo blue jeans ironed to wrap the one-foot-seven waist, and the legs are straight and slender, making the feet of the figure eight look cute when walking. Wen Yu likes to have such a delicate girl around, even if she doesn't speak, it's like keeping it around as a potted plant. According to the words of the mouse, girls at this age are the best-looking, and the model of any part on the body will not go too far, and you can't see anything wrong with your eyes, Meng Meng is like this.

When the big man didn't shoot the ball, he leaned over and said to Wen Yu, "Your luck is not bad, if Meng Meng is more than ten centimeters taller, she will definitely not be your alone." ”

Wen Yu guessed the content of Meng Meng's letter, how did she describe the taste of love and longing because she was not good at wording? Maybe it's pure happiness, or it's also mixed with sadness and helplessness......

When Meng Meng was writing a letter, other boys' military enthusiasts would talk about the data that they had just memorized the newly launched weapons of a certain country and a military group, and Wen Yu, who joined it, would occasionally confirm Meng Meng's natural data with his scanner-like eyes, one meter six or seven tall but looked taller, weighing less than ninety pounds, so although she looked slender, she still belonged to a little girl who couldn't speak by three parallels.

That's right, a little girl who hasn't grown up yet! Wen Yu thought so angrily. When I was by Meng Meng's side, I was a little upset, so I tried to minimize the time I spent sitting with her. He knew that Meng Meng would not have something to do between classes, and always trouble the girls to run out to hide themselves, which was really not a gentleman's approach.

So, Wen Yu ran to the toilet to smoke a cigarette as soon as he started class, played football with Fan Wu and them on the playground all afternoon, came back and sat there sweating profusely, pouring a bottle of cold Coke, and then lying on the table before Meng Meng entered the classroom, quickly entering a state of deep sleep, real or fake, and the chair made a passing moment forward.

A few times, when Wen Yu was sleepy, she found that Meng Meng was glaring at her, she wanted to find fault, but unfortunately found that Wen Yu did not smell of sweat, and the sneakers were also placed in the locker at the back in a regular manner, the only problem was that she always hiccuped after drinking Coke, and the smell of caramel wafted out to some extent, but she couldn't raise her eyebrows and break the ring and tell him that no hiccups were allowed......