A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

Chapter 11 Math Interest Groups

"Go and go through the discharge procedures, we two stay here to clean up." Song Zhiyu said to Wang Zhijun, and as soon as he entered the ward, he pulled his hand away from Wang Zhijun without a trace.

"Then you guys talk first, and I'll take you back later."

"No, I'm with my classmates."

"Okay." Wang Zhijun smiled, and didn't show any anger, but before he left, he glanced at Zhou Cheng with a subtle expression, "Come to be a guest at home when you have time, Xiaoyu often mentions you."

"Okay, Uncle Song." Zhou Cheng nodded.

Seeing the froze expression on Wang Zhijun's face after Zhou Cheng called him "Uncle Song", Song Zhiyu couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhou Cheng asked, and Wang Zhijun had already left.

"It's nothing. He was just talking politely just now, and I didn't mention you often. By the way, don't really come to my house." Song Zhiyu sat on the edge of the bed and put on his shoes, talking without saying a word.

"I let you come to my house, it's not fair." Zhou Cheng protested.

"Okay, then I won't go anymore."

"Don't, don't, I live alone in my house, you come and you, come as you like." Zhou Cheng said hastily.

"Oh." Song Zhiyu responded flatly.

"Huh? Don't you ask me why I live alone? Most people will be curious, right?"

Song Zhiyu suddenly looked at Zhou Cheng seriously, and said in a low voice, "How about this, I won't ask you, and you won't ask me either."

"Ask you what?" Zhou Cheng didn't understand.

"Whatever, don't ask anything." Song Zhiyu didn't want to continue entanglement on this topic, he flicked twice in the air, trying to drive something away from his side.

"By the way, what homework have you left these two days?"

As soon as Zhou Cheng slapped his head, he turned around and was about to rummage through his bulging schoolbag.He said: "I almost forgot, I brought you all the homework, and it's all in this schoolbag!"

Song Zhiyu covered his eyes and said, "Just pretend I didn't ask, but I didn't see anything."

……

The two boys were talking unnutritive things to each other, and the nurse told them to chat elsewhere, and she wanted to come in and tidy up the bed and change the quilt cover.She lowered her head, and a few strands of curly hair broke free from the restraint of the nurse's cap and fell to her forehead. Song Zhiyu found out that she was the good-looking girl who was peeping at him from behind the door.

"Cough cough." Song Zhiyu coughed lightly.

"Is there something wrong with you?" Zhou Cheng hurriedly asked nervously.Song Zhiyu glared at Zhou Cheng, why does this person have no eyesight at all?

"Uh... I'm fine. My throat is a bit itchy." The nurse lady has successfully raised her head, but this time she seemed to have overcome her shyness, her eyes were shining and she stared straight at the two of them. Song Zhiyu patted her back A handful of Zhou Cheng, trying to hint at him again.

"I'll get you some water!" Zhou Cheng rushed out.

Now only Song Zhiyu, the beautiful nurse, the sleepy old man next door, and another old man sleeping soundly next door were left in the room.

"That..." The nurse hesitated to speak.

"The voice is nice too." Song Zhiyu couldn't help blurting out.

"Thank you..." The young lady nurse blushed, and she replied in a low voice.

"The personality is also cute." Song Zhiyu added in his heart.

"Is the boy you were talking to just now a classmate of yours?"

"Huh? Uh..." Let's start with the topic of classmates, okay.

The nurse plucked up her courage: "He is so handsome! Can you give me his contact information!" The nurse looked at Song Zhiyu expectantly.

Song Zhiyu suddenly fell silent, rather indifferent: Sure enough, shyness is an illusion, it's just the girl's hesitation before she thinks she can meet someone more handsome.He angrily made up eleven numbers in the nurse's notebook.

Make you look good!

"It's finished." For the first time, there was no sneer, ridicule, or sneer on Song Zhiyu's face, but a kind - kind - fake smile forced out.

"Oh, by the way, my surname is Chen." Nurse Chen happily tore off the note and put it in the breast pocket of the nurse uniform.

"Okay, Sister Chen." Song Zhiyu emphasized the ending, intentionally or unintentionally.

"What are you talking about?" Zhou Cheng looked at the two warily. He walked in with a large cup full of hot water, and stuffed it into Song Zhiyu's hand without any explanation: "Drink more hot water." water."

"How should I put it, maybe I'm not that...thirsty." Song Zhiyu thought of retreating.

"Drink more hot water, it's good for your health."

Don't think that "drink more hot water" is just a set of rhetoric used by boys to perfuse girls, they may also be serious, and this four-character motto is also widely used among the same sex.

Song Zhiyu drank a large cup of hot water under Zhou Cheng's gaze.

"After drinking, let's go."

"Don't wait for Uncle Song?"

"Who? Uncle Song? Oh, what are you waiting for him for? Let's go out for a stroll." Song Zhiyu wrapped his arms around Zhou Cheng's shoulders and walked out of the gate with him.

The two walked side by side on the sparsely populated sidewalk, watching the heavy traffic at the intersection of Central Street, the dust stirred up, and sprinkled the delicate flowers on both sides of the river, covering a layer of gray-toned gauze, and the orange-red sunset pulled the shadows of the two teenagers together obliquely long.

"Are you going to class tomorrow?" Zhou Cheng asked casually.

"It depends on your mood. The game I bought a while ago has not been cleared yet." Song Zhiyu answered casually.

"In the two days since you didn't come, Baobao misses you to death."

"I'm afraid he wants my answer?" Song Zhiyu hummed softly from his nose.

"I mean baby Ben, I miss you." After Zhou Cheng finished speaking, he immediately covered his mouth in shock.

As soon as these words came out, Song Zhiyu was so frightened that he immediately turned his head to look at Zhou Cheng, and said, "Damn, brother, aren't you?" His thin body burst out with amazing strength, almost pushing Zhou Cheng a big somersault.Song Zhiyu gave Zhou Cheng an admiring look, and said, "Yes, you made me sick successfully."

"Ahem, Baobao and I will have a basketball game with the second graders tomorrow, will you come and watch?" Zhou Cheng changed the subject in a timely manner.

Last year's enrollment was unpredictable, and the questions in the senior high school entrance examination were all very simple, and the scores set by the provincial and municipal key points were surprisingly not high.The top students, good students, and pretty good students basically got their wish and went to the school of their choice.And those ordinary high schools almost completely lost the chance to turn around.Seventh Middle School, as an ordinary key point in the south of the city, received the same number of students as expected—not good.It can be said that this second year of senior high school has the worst number of students in the history of No. [-] Middle School, and the quality of students is relatively lower, and the reputation of the surrounding schools is not particularly good.

Of course, this year's enrollment situation is completely different again, Feng Shui turns, No. [-] Middle School immediately ushered in the best class of students so far after accepting the worst class of students, including a whole city and even the whole city. A well-known academic master in the province can be said to be a miracle among miracles.

Song Zhiyu was forced to hate basketball because of his health.However, he still vaguely heard that the basketball players in the second grade were poor, and they were notoriously unable to afford to lose.

"It's ok, I'm only missing two days of classes and you have already chosen the organization. Go or not." Song Zhiyu was quite worried about Zhou Cheng. Although he was tall and big, he was honest and honest. What would you do if you were bullied by those little brats?I heard that several of the 66 students who played with them last time failed, and the parents of the classmates even approached the school for evaluation.

"I promised to guarantee it. It's not good to miss the appointment." Zhou Cheng was very embarrassed. In fact, he was quite willing to let Song Zhiyu see his heroic appearance on the field, so that he would always feel that he was useless and an embroidered pillow.

"Simple, reject him, and then join my club. If he doesn't agree, I won't let him copy homework."

"Let's not. Huh? Wait! You actually joined the club?" Zhou Cheng looked surprised.

"Every student is required to join a club at the beginning of school. I have no choice." Song Zhiyu said lazily.

"What regiment?"

"Mathematics Interest Group Society."

"It's amazing, there must be quite a lot of people, right?" Zhou Cheng was already backing away quietly at this time, and doing math after school, isn't this killing him?

"Not many, just me and another classmate X who doesn't want to be named, who is also our president."

"It's quite mysterious." Zhou Cheng sighed.

"It's average. Only people who are really bored play mystery. Anyway, I'm not curious, and we usually do online activities."

"Wait a minute, two people can't form a club, right?"

"This kind of club will be banned only if the school's brains are flooded."

"That's right, I'm quite curious about how you guys move around."

"You'll find out when you come in."

"Wait." Zhou Cheng quickly waved his hand, "To tell you the truth, I have already joined the...um...school basketball team. Forgive me, brother, I can't participate in your discussion."

Song Zhiyu spread his hands and said, "Forget it, would you give me a QQ account? It's too tiring to talk like this usually."

"Oh, oh, give it right away." Zhou Cheng reported a series of numbers.

"You don't even take out a piece of paper to write, you treat me as a computer."

"I forgot." Zhou Cheng was about to dig out the bihe paper from his schoolbag again, but was stopped by Song Zhiyu. He pointed to his head hesitantly, and said, "Coincidentally, I'm still a humanoid computer."

"Then do you want to see a human-shaped shooting machine? As long as you come to the basketball court behind No. [-] Middle School tomorrow afternoon after school, you will have a chance to see it live..." Zhou Cheng took advantage of the opportunity to promote himself.

"Not interested." Song Zhiyu interrupted Zhou Cheng coldly.

The two walked all the way until they reached Zhou Cheng's house before separating.When Zhou Cheng returned home, he first cleaned the whole house seriously, then made himself a dinner, watched a video of the basketball game for a while, and finally washed up before getting ready for bed.Zhou Cheng is a person with a very regular life, and has a "middle-aged and elderly" routine that does not match his appearance. Just as he was laying on the bed after finishing everything, closing the doors, windows and lights, he suddenly thought of something, Immediately bounced off the bed.

Song Zhiyu said that he would add him to QQ tonight!

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Transitional chapter, the next chapter still leads to a character, and then brewing the first small climax?

Xiao Mengxin I am actually not very good at writing this kind of writing. I study hard and hope not to give up on me.

This should be written as fast as possible, and then write an article related to the entertainment industry (half of the outline is written)

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