Today, I heard roommate A sit up from the bed suddenly, anxious: "The exam is coming up the day after tomorrow, is it too late for me to start preparing?" ”

The boss took a lollipop in his mouth, his eyes never left the book, perfunctory: "It's too late~ You can see anything now~"

"I'm a high math, I haven't listened to classes for a semester, I don't want to hang up anymore!" The second child hugged his head and cried.

I, staring at the pile of books on the table, found the physics book, opened the physics book, opened the first chapter, and began to review.

"Ahhhh I also hugged my head and cried, and turned out the phone to call the head of the house.

"Huh?"

"Save the children......" I was excited.

"Save you from what?" The head of the house said with a smile: "Let you not listen to the class, which subject?" ”

"Physics." I'm wronged.

The head of the house sneered, "I'm not very good at physics, why don't you find your boyfriend?" He's very good at physics. ”

"I don't want to look for him." I muffled, "He always scolds me." ”

Who knew that the head of the house, the phone on the other end of the house, reached out to a friend and answered it.

Friend: "Hello? ”

Me: "......" did not dare to speak.

"When are you free?" The guy was silent for a long time: "Is it useful if you don't speak?" I'm okay with physics, you can come out this afternoon, I'll teach you. ”

"Hmm." I wilted.

"You're not satisfied, are you?"

"Nope." I thought about it and muttered, "Don't dare." ”

I just had lunch here, and the guy didn't know what he was smoking, so he asked me to go directly to the teaching building to find him.

"Isn't the school building open?" I lay in bed and didn't want to get up.

The guy said, "Kick it open." ”

"Kicked open?"

"Well, kick it off."

I sat up and was dumbfounded: "Then you told me that you kicked open the big iron door?" ”

"Don't worry so much, just come here." My friend was slowly talking over there.

I pushed open the door of the large classroom with the book in my hand, only to find that my friend was not inside.

But someone had been there - a physics book sat diagonally on the table, and a full amount of scratch paper fell to the floor with a clatter.

I couldn't help but pick it up, and when I saw it, it was full of my friend's handwriting.

The first page is actually not full, messy with several calculation formulas. Just as I was thinking about putting it back, a sentence happened to come into my eyes-

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan."

I sighed, couldn't help but pull it in front of me to take a closer look, and saw that there was still a corner again: "The Zen heart has been stained with mud, don't dance partridges to the spring breeze." ”

These sentences are all sentences that I usually copy in a small notebook. When did your friends like to write about these things?

Thinking about it, the gloomy breath behind my ears blew through me, and I was scared to the core.

"What do you look so good?" Friends leaned into their ears and followed along.

Just glanced at it, and immediately reached out and grabbed it: "Hey, you actually peeked at my things!" ”

"You fell to the ground, I'll pick it up for you." I looked nervous when he held the notebook in his arms, and muttered, "I'm sorry, I'll just look at it twice." ”

"You've seen a lot." He gave me a blank look, picked up the notebook and flipped through it, paused, and stuffed it into my arms: "Okay, okay, you see, it's not that I can't show you." ”

“？？？”

This guy was forced and fell to the ground, and as soon as I bent down, he picked it up one step ahead of me.

"What are you doing here?" I almost sighed, I couldn't understand his brain circuitry, and said seriously: "I don't look at it." I'll pick it up for you. ”

"Don't look at it." The friend's temper came up inexplicably, and he threw the scratch paper back on the table unhappily.

“？”

I'm curious: "How did you kick the door open?" ”

"He didn't even lock it." The friend muttered, hulala flipped through a few pages of the physics book, and looked irritated.

"And how do you copy poetry?" I asked again.

The friend closed the book and clasped his hands tightly: "Isn't this your personal signature?" ”

"Huh?" Yes, I just changed my personality signature last week.

"I didn't understand what you meant, so I copied it down." He looked at me very seriously.

I sighed, "This is what Baoyu said to Daiyu." ”

"What do you mean?" Friends are very persistent.

"Hmm...... Think about it. I scratched my head and organized the appropriate language: "Like, I like, you have to meant." ”

"......" He choked on me, and the roots of his ears instantly turned red: "I tell you not to read so many messy books." ”

"Huh?"

"Nothing." He muttered and opened the book again: "Do you still listen to me talk about physics?" ”

"Listen, you have to listen." I said, hurrying forward.

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