boys' feelings are always poetry

Chapter 125

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If there are two unlucky classes in this third year of high school, one is Gao Jiaming's class, and the other is Class [-].

Song Yu was not surprised when he heard the bad news, because in the dark, he felt that the city sports meeting had an inexplicable fate with him. When he had hallucinations, he could even hear the song playing on the stadium: Miss you so much~ miss you so much~ really really miss you so much~

On Saturday, the unlucky class 25 and the unlucky class [-] participated in the city sports meeting as representatives of the third-year students of No. [-] Middle School.

The head of the school year said that you are not allowed to bring snacks, but you can bring pure water, but drinks are not allowed, and you are not allowed to whisper. You must be a quality audience and represent No. [-] Middle School. That is the face of No. [-] Middle School. Every move, every word and deed is very important.

Song Yu knew that she was going to say a lot of meaningless words, who would listen to such words?Anyway, he didn't listen, Song Yu touched a few candy balls in his pocket, there were orange flavored ones, pineapple flavored ones...

In addition to sitting quietly and watching the game, there is another job to do: concave shape.

The head of the school year pulled a big bag, which contained colorful paper fans. The color was very rustic, inferior and very eye-catching. Turning up is blue, turning down is yellow, and there is a red and green combination. , the usage is almost the same.

Song Yu roughly understood. When the head of the school year made gestures, Song Yu's row showed the yellow color. Looking from a distance, this eye-catching color block showed four large characters: study hard.

Song Yu's next look is self-taught, and that look must be: Everyday Upward.

"Co-author, we come here to be the audience because we keep changing our looks? Are you tired?"

"Then what kind of job do you think this is? There are two unlucky people in our school year. You can think about it yourself."

Song Yu was too lazy to complain, so he could only fiddle with the fan dully while resting his head on Lu Jixue's shoulder.

"I should have known that I would draw lots." Lu Jixue started self-criticism for no reason.

"I know you are lucky, alas, who made our class sports committee unlucky."

"Order a lunch box at noon. I'll order it for you for 15 yuan. There are roasted chicken legs in it."

"Wow, then you paid five yuan, I have to pay you back, do you want change or the whole money?"

"I want to pay."

"Ok, Ok."

Song Yuzheng and Lu Jixue were making jokes, and when the train was full of mouth, the head teacher standing in the aisle suddenly called Song Yu's name loudly, "Song Yu! Your fan is upside down!"

This Song Yu!Incompetent bungler!

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Thinking of the roasted chicken legs, the color, the aroma, Song Yu was drooling, as if the golden fan in his hand was like a huge roasted chicken leg, and it was delicious after a bite.

Next to No. [-] Middle School is No. [-] Middle School. Song Yu knows No. [-] Middle School very well. He even knows when No. [-] Middle School rings the class bell. In Zhili, the second middle school students randomly picked out someone with good looks who could fight, and who could fight and fight, you couldn't tell just by looking at it.

In the men's 1500m race in the morning, Fang Zhihui was No. 2. In fact, this result is not bad. Fang Zhihui's endurance is good, although there is still a gap compared with the sports geniuses of the eleventh middle school.

"It's amazing, my brother is different now, I admire him!"

Hearing Song Yu's words, Lu Jixue tilted his fan and pointed to the shaded place on the runway.

"Your little brother is back."

He did come back, but he didn’t come back alone. He carried a boy on his back. The boy was very tall and fell on Fang Zhizhi’s body, with his feet still dragging the ground. I really don’t know what the use of carrying him is.

When Fang Zhihui and the others approached, Song Yu stretched his head to look under the scorching sun.

Fang Zhihui carried the man to the shaded place in front of the seat in No. [-] Middle School, squatted down slowly, and put the man aside again, resting his head on his lap as a pillow.

It looked like that person had hypoglycemia or hypotension, his face was as pale as paper, and his mouth

The same is true for the lips. The hair on the man's forehead is very long, almost covering his eyes. Fang Zhizhi parted the man's hair and parted it in the middle, making him look cooler. At the same time, Song Yu wanted to say something silently, this The hairstyle suits you, handsome man.

Wait, handsome guy?

Song Yu looked at that familiar face, that domineering tone, that expression with his nostrils upturned, isn't this His Royal Highness Han?

His Royal Highness King Han has changed his hair color to a dull cyan color, which he thought was black at first glance.

"Did he not have breakfast?" Song Yu was originally chatting with Lu Jixue, but the female student from No. [-] Middle School next to him who was holding an umbrella to shade him answered his question.

"I heard that I had an argument with my girlfriend and went on hunger strike for several days."

Song Yu nodded, it's him, he can do this kind of thing.

His Royal Highness King Han was surrounded by several little brothers. One of them hurriedly took out a box of glucose, which was filled with sealed glass vials. His Highness's mouth, but was stopped by Fang Zhizhi.

"Damn it, how did you break it? There are so many glass shards in it!"

"Then you break, then you break!"

Fang Zhihui actually didn't know how to break it off. He fainted once before, and it seemed that a senior senior broke it up for him. He didn't even dare to say thank you.

"Open it! I'll do it!" Fang Zhihui rubbed his hands, holding the glass bottle with one hand, and breaking the top end with the other hand. He was too careful not to open it. He gradually exerted force, his expression was calm, but his heart was not calm. , There was only a click, and the glass bottle was broken open, leaving a pretty good opening.

"Okay, okay, you can feed him, he seems to be awake."

Fang Zhihui touched his finger, as if he was scratched when he broke the glass bottle just now.

Song Yu was very moved after watching all this.

"My brother, he is a good man, and a good man will live a safe life!"

At this time, a familiar singing voice sounded on the radio.

"Lu Jixue, Class 35, Huai City No. 35 Middle School, wants to order a piece of Xu Song's "Why Not" for Song Yu, Class [-], and want to say to him: The sky really wants to rain, and I really want to live next door to you .”

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Come live.