The period of make-up classes is actually the hottest, when others are eating watermelon at home, and high school juniors have to read books in the classroom.

Yin Cong and Cheng Yuehua came a few days earlier than others, and there were basically no people in the school at this time, there were only a few students in the dormitory building, and the playground was even more empty, and there was not even a single figure.

Their life is actually quite comfortable, it's already more than ten o'clock in the daytime, and it's basically time to have lunch after washing their faces slowly, they usually order takeout, it's too hot at noon, and they can't go out, and then hang out at six or seven o'clock in the evening when it's cooler, and have dinner near the school.

"What do you eat at night?" Yin Cong asked as he lay sideways on the bed, his feet against the wall, and lowered his head.

"I rely on !!" Cheng Yuehua was taken aback by him, waved his hand and said, "I don't know, whatever, whatever you eat." ”

Yin Cong rolled his eyes helplessly at his dispensable answer, in fact, he didn't know what to eat.

"Okay." Yin Cong replied weakly, "Then let's go out and see it later." ”

There are still a lot of people near the school at night, and basically people who don't want to go out during the day go out at this time.

This time can be said to be the most comfortable time of the day, the sun has not gone down for a long time, the residual heat of the day in the air has not yet dissipated, it seems that everything is hot, but the wind blowing is cold, it seems to be able to blow away all the heat at once, and it feels very comfortable.

When Yin Cong lived at his grandmother's house when he was a child, he especially liked to sit on a large stone slab at the gate of the courtyard after dinner in the evening, blowing the wind, listening to the old people around him chatting and saying some very flavorful old words.

After walking around, the two didn't pick out anything new, and finally chose a casserole rice that they used to eat often, this shop has been open near the school for a long time, and it is still very popular, and the consciousness tastes good, but the amount is very sufficient, even if it is a boy who eats a lot, it is enough to have one.

"Alas!" Cheng Yuehua sighed while mixing rice: "I'm afraid I'm going to gain weight, eat so much at night!" ”

"Speak as if you used to eat less." Yin Cong said: "It's not so fat!" ”

Cheng Yuehua: "It's different now, I used to have no goal, now I not only can't get fat, but I have to get thinner and thinner, my handsome face must not grow round, otherwise my Feifei will not look down on me." Hey, I haven't asked you yet, are my new bangs handsome? ”

"......" Yin Cong: "Your old face is really getting bigger and bigger, handsome and handsome, handsome and handsome!" ”

The next day after Yin Cong came, he went to the barber shop that the boss had complained about before and cost a huge amount of money to cut a head for twenty-five yuan, and cut a hairstyle that he thought was very handsome, and a little bangs.

"School is about to start every day, I'm a little panicked!" Cheng Yuehua said: "Suddenly there is a very nervous feeling,"

Yin Conghu said: "As the saying goes: if you are nervous, it means that you can still be saved." ”

Cheng Yuehua: "......"

Yin Cong: "Relax, think about your Feifei, you can see it every day." ”

Cheng Yuehua: "...... That's right."

"Speaking of which," Cheng Yuehua said, "whoever is that...... Oh, yes, it's that Xu Ziqing, she seems to be interesting to you, do you feel it? ”

Yin Cong said, "No, I don't feel anything. ”

In fact, it's not that he doesn't feel it at all, it's just that Yin Cong is not interested in these things, so he hasn't paid attention to it, and he doesn't really want to discuss these things with Cheng Yuehua at the moment.

Yin Cong's voice was obviously very light, but Cheng Yuehua and the two continued to say very blindly: "She must like you, otherwise why would she come to talk to you when she has nothing to do, and keep asking you questions, who is not asking, why don't you feel it......"

Yin Cong stared at Cheng Yuehua for three seconds, and the words he swallowed a few times in his mouth were already spitting out before he could react.

Yin Cong: "Because I don't like girls." ”

Yin Cong saw Cheng Yuehua's mouth and stopped instantly.

Actually, I don't feel anything, it's quite relaxed.

Yin Cong saw Cheng Yuehua's mouth open and close several times, probably scaring the child.

After being silent for several minutes, Cheng Yuehua opened his mouth and said, "Ah." You don't like girls. No wonder I haven't heard you mention it, it's good to like boys, hahaha, convenient, and you can sleep in strings......"

Yin Cong looked at Cheng Yue's incoherent Chinese, he wanted to laugh very much, and his heart was a little complicated, thinking that it might take a while to recover, but who knew that there was a sentence on the other side, "Then do you have a boy you like?" ”

"......" Yin Cong: "Not yet." ”

Cheng Yuehua didn't speak again, but his expression had basically returned to normal.

After a few more minutes of silence, Yin Cong took the initiative to provoke the conversation: "You...... The receptivity is quite strong! ”

"What's this," Cheng Yuehua said, "I'm just a little surprised that we young people in the new era can't accept anything." ”

The meal was finished in Cheng Yuehua's very unpredictable expression, and Yin Cong could see that Cheng Yuehua's expression was shocked, confused, and suddenly realized, but there was no contempt or contempt, which made Yin Cong's heart warm.

"Worthy of my brother!" Yin Cong said in his heart.

On the way back, the brother had completely recovered and began to honk again.

Cheng Yuehua: "When did you find out?" ”

Yin Cong: "Probably in junior high school?" ”

"Damn, it's been so long, you've been hiding from me for so long?!" Cheng Yuehua began to complain.

Yin Cong said helplessly: "I'm not afraid of scaring you, this is for your good"

Cheng Yuehua: "Then why aren't you afraid of scaring me now?" ”

Seal Cong: "......"

When they returned to the dormitory, Han Feng and Zhang Zilin had already arrived, one of them carrying a huge bag, not packing anything else, lying on the bed and sighing after making the bed, obviously not very interested in the new life that was about to start.

"This holiday is too short, and I haven't even felt it, so it's over." Zhang Zilin complained and made a figurative sentence: "It's the same as minced meat, before you taste it, you stuff it between your teeth!" ”

Everyone else couldn't help but applaud the subtle metaphor.

The first day of school is actually not the beginning of school, there is no need to go to class, you only need to go to the afternoon to get the books and the review materials set by the school, and arrange the rest of the time by yourself, which may be the last bit of mercy from the school.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, when several people arrived at the classroom in a majestic manner, they were almost not surprised by the strange atmosphere in the classroom, there were complaints about the short vacation, and the joy of seeing classmates who had not seen each other for more than ten days, in short, noisy.

The old fan was still spinning hard.

The head teacher walked up to the stage amid the sound of hula fans and noises, and slammed the lectern with a book, and the classroom instantly fell silent.

"Hello classmates," there was a hint of schadenfreude in the old class's voice, "the new semester is about to begin, so it's already a graduating class!" ”

Not surprisingly, he was met with a wail.

"This semester, our tasks will be very tight, I hope everyone can adjust their state as soon as possible and devote themselves to the next study!"

After handing out the book and saying a few symbolic words, the old class waved his sleeves and left without taking a cloud with him, and everyone dispersed after a while.

Class 11 and Class 13 were quite close to each other, so they were isolated from a classroom, and when they passed by, Yin Cong glanced at it casually, and it was also noisy, and he didn't see any familiar people.

This kind of thing has been almost lost among students since junior high school, especially boys, and almost no one wraps book covers.

There is another person in their dormitory who has adhered to this tradition from beginning to end, Han Feng not only bought coffee-colored kraft paper and cut it, wrapped the book completely on one side, but also put a layer of plastic book cover on the outside.

Yin Cong has to say that whether he reads this book or not, this preparation is definitely the most serious among the boys in the school.

In fact, there is no homework in the ten days of the holiday, and naturally there is no need to make up for it, and there is actually nothing to do after receiving the book.

A group of people discussed going out for dinner in the evening, after all, it is estimated that there will be no chance in the next year, no matter how hard they don't care, there is still pressure, especially when they watch the people around them start to work silently.

In fact, although they didn't say anything, when they received the book in the afternoon, everyone felt a little strange in their hearts, like a big stone suddenly being pressed in their hearts, and there was a feeling of palpitations.

They often eat together in the dormitory, either to some tall places, or some delicious places that they usually find, and not who comes to invite guests, under normal circumstances, it is a few people who share it, which is quite interesting.

After the group finished packing up their things, Han Feng also wrapped his small fresh book cover, and when he arrived at Xiao Sichuan at the intersection, it was not early, although it was long now, and it was almost dark at eight o'clock.

Yin Cong pulled out the chair and was about to sit down, when the mobile phone suddenly rang, and Yin Cong heard the voice of WeChat. Generally, there are urgent matters in the form of telephone, so there is generally nothing urgent on WeChat, it is all small talk.

Yin Cong was not in a hurry, sat down slowly, poured himself a glass of lemonade and took a sip before turning on his phone.

Seeing the news, to be precise, I was a little shocked after seeing the person who sent the message, it was Chu Fang.

In Yin Cong's impression, Chu Fang is not a very talkative person, in fact, he almost never took the initiative to chat with Yin Cong, and Yin Cong never looked for him.

Chu Fang sent a picture, and after the seal was loaded, he couldn't recognize it at a glance.

It's a very simple picture, the picture shows a book wrapped in skin, but Yin Cong can't connect this picture with Chu Fang - it's too inconsistent.

The highlight of the whole picture is the paper wrapped in the book cover, the pink paper gives people a sweet feeling that is almost overflowing the phone screen, plus the colorful candies drawn at the meeting, it looks even sweeter.

Yin Cong really couldn't imagine the scene when Chu Fang was playing basketball with his big hands to wrap books one by one, and the goosebumps all over his body were shaken out!