mousepad-d2 Chapter 12 Rescue
Chapter 12 Rescue
When Shang Yang got up to go to school in the morning, he was the only one in the room. Shang Houde's room was deserted, obviously the owner had left long ago.
According to Cheng Chengcheng, a clever little ghost, Shang Houde seems to want to attack the student cafeteria after initially rectifying the teaching staff.
But Principal Zhang Hongtu seems to be reluctant.
So Shang Houde is even busier during this time.
Because of this, they lived under the same roof, and Shang Yang and Shang Houde rarely met each other.
Distance and time have maintained a peace like thin ice between the father and son. In the eyes of outsiders who don't know why, the relationship between the father and son seems to be harmonious and peaceful.
But everyone seems to have forgotten that peace between people not only represents intimacy, but also indifference and alienation.
Glancing at the sumptuous breakfast on the table, Shang Yang stepped on his skateboard and went out the door without looking back.
"Brother Shang."
"Brother Shang, you are here!"
"Er Yang! Why are you here so early today?"
"Eryang, come and see what's wrong with our class queue?"
Before the morning self-study, Shang Yang had just entered the door with a bun, two cups of soy milk, two bags of buns, and a skateboard between his teeth, and received constant warm greetings from the class.
After the monthly exam, the autumn sports meeting will follow.As quasi-reserve high school candidates, all the sophomores are very enthusiastic about this sports meeting.
In addition to the sports events in the sports meeting, each class also needs to prepare a very important thing-walking queue.
Shang Yang is tall and handsome, and he was selected early in the morning to hold a sign.He has a thick-skinned and cheerful personality, and loves to talk, laugh, and play with a hippie smile, and he is omnipresent in interpersonal communication.After half a month of training in the queue, he can already call everyone in the class brothers and sisters.
They greeted everyone with a smile one by one. When Shang Yang returned to his seat, he had already made an appointment to play basketball with someone in the afternoon, borrowed chemistry, physics and mathematics homework, made two or three girls laugh, and harvested three bottles of AD Calcium Milk and a bag of spicy strips.
On the seat, Li Qing hasn't come yet.
Wrap the soy milk and steamed stuffed buns for Li Qing with clothes to keep them warm, and put them on his seat. As soon as Shang Yang opened the book, he saw the classroom door was slapped open.
Three or five boys walked in, surrounded by the squad leader, shouting, "Hurry up, the squad leader is back. The lottery results for our class are out."
The class suddenly became lively, and there was a lot of chatter.
"Are you back? Which class did you get?"
"The squad leader drew it?"
"The draw for the tug-of-war?"
On the afternoon of the first day of the sports meeting, there will be a group event tug-of-war.The rules of tug of war are simple.There are seven groups throughout the year.There is only one competition in the group, the class that wins can get collective points, and the class that loses gets nothing.
Very much depends on the luck of the opponent and the drawer.
"A very good number." Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the squad leader Chen Zhengfei held the lottery in his hand, mysteriously, "I'm sure everyone will shout!"
Everyone in the class became excited: "Really?" "Isn't it Class [-]? It's a key liberal arts class with the most girls." "It must be a liberal arts class." "No way, Chen Shoushou can still be lucky? "
"Dangdang, the answer is revealed!" Chen Zhengfei threw the note in his hand, covered his head and ran away: "Seventh class!"
The class screamed '嗤', followed by a sky-shattering roar.
"Chen Zhengfei, I knew you must have not washed your hands when you went to the bathroom!!!"
Chen Zhengfei, the monitor of Class [-], was famous in his grade for buying seven packs of instant noodles without seasoning in a row, which shocked the owner of the canteen with his hands smelling bad.
For future generations, you will be a proper African.
As for Class Seven, besides being the worst class in the whole year, it also has another characteristic - there are many sports students.
When a group of nerds who don't work hard confront them, it's simply... bloody torture.
Everyone in the class was coaxing, "The class leader will definitely not be allowed to draw lots next time, and the literary and art committee will have to do the lottery." "The power of the cute girl may make the judges put water." "Yes, yes, literary and art Commissioner, take care of that guy in your family and don't let him harm others."
Everyone in the class knew that the monitor had a crush on the art committee member for a long time.
Ou Yaya, the literary and art committee member, got a big blush.
Seeing his girlfriend being embarrassed, the squad leader was not happy, rolled up his sleeves, and approached the faces of the boys one by one, grinning grinningly: "How do you know that my hands are smelly? Have you heard of it? I have to prove my innocence today." .” Then he forced someone to smell his hand.
Everyone in the class avoided it in fear: "It's agreed not to use biochemical weapons first!" "Chen Zhengfei, your bastard", "Ou Yaya, come and take care of your family!"
Seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys are just at the age when they don't know how to worry. They have temporarily put aside the troubles of studying. These boring and unnutritious fights make the laughter almost blow over the ceiling.
Shang Yang supported his face with his hands, and listened happily while brushing the English questions.
When the commotion was raging, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open.
Li Qing was standing at the door with his head bowed.He is wearing a gray hooded sweater and washed-to-white jeans today, his hair is still covered with rain, his forehead hair is wet and sticks to his face, it looks extraordinarily black, his eyes are black and white, and they are tinged with the chill of late autumn It seemed a little deserted and lonely.
The moment I saw him, the laughter and jokes in the class stopped instantly as if the mute button was pressed.
The air was frozen and quiet.
In almost an instant, Li Qing's originally peaceful state suddenly became alienated and stubborn, and a protective barrier was erected, separating himself from the whole world.He pursed his lips, walked straight through the chaotic crowd step by step, and walked towards his position.
Where he went, everyone unconsciously took a step back.
He is like a group of ice with a temperature different from that of others, cutting a fierce and cold crack in the joyful atmosphere of the class.
Everyone kept silent in fear, and cast twinkling eyes at the ball of ice.
As a result, the ball of ice had to straighten its back even more, making itself look strong and indifferent.
At that moment, Shang Yang felt his heart was stabbed severely.
He stood up almost immediately, took Li Qing to the seat before catching up, and joked loudly on purpose: "Hey, it's almost eight o'clock, are you here just to prepare for class? Class flower, do you know my class?" Waiting for you every day makes people haggard for Yixiao."
This one joke is the key to breaking the deadlock.
The time in the class seems to be awakened again.Chen Zhengfei hurriedly greeted: "Hey, hey, you haven't said anything yet, why are my hands smelly? Let me tell you, this is a rumor! If you don't smell my hands, today's incident can't go on like this."
The boys were immediately attracted attention, laughing and fighting together.
The atmosphere in the class became lively again, and only a few girls occasionally cast a few curious glances in this direction.
With the resurgence of laughter, Shang Yang clearly felt Li Qing's muscles tensed like stones slowly relax under his palm.
Pursing his lips, Li Qing bowed his head and said in a small voice, "Thank you..."
Of course, Shang Yang didn’t want him to thank him, so he looked him up and down with ill intentions: “Yo, our Banhua is quite polite. But in ancient times, when women said thank you, they had to promise each other with their bodies. Banhua How are you going to thank me?"
Li Qing's ears turned red, his face was cold and he remained silent again.
Seeing Li Qing's wet hair, Shang Yang bent down to find a tissue in his drawer pocket.With a glance, he found that Li Qing was secretly looking up at him one after another.
Shang Yang became narrow-minded, and when Li Qing peeked again, he tilted his head in front of Li Qing: "Ban Hua, do I look good?"
Li Qing was embarrassed when he was discovered: "I didn't..."
"No? You have to have a long nose to speak?" Shang Yang pressed his face towards Li Qing, face to face with him at close range, and jokingly said, "Huh? Little Li Nuo Cao?"
Li Qing's eyes faltered: "I didn't. I, I thought you looked pretty today."
Shang Yang was surprised by the answer, and after coughing unnaturally, his face turned a little red.
However, his thick skin is not comparable to Li Qing.Shaking the new denim jacket on his body, he will soon be able to tease people shamelessly: "I know that Ban Hua is not innocent, tell me, how long have you been coveting my handsome appearance? Huh?"
Li Qing bowed his head and remained silent.
Shang Yang saw it amused, and didn't continue to tease him. He took out a pack of tissues and said, "Sit down, your hair is covered with water, and you don't even know how to take an umbrella when you go out."
Li Qing pursed his lips and said, "I thought it was not raining when I went out."
Shang Yang roughly rubbed Li Qing's hair with a tissue: "Shut up, you."
Li Qing tilted his head and didn't avoid the salty pig's hand, so his neck was stiff and oiled several times, and he said, "I won't do it next time."
Seeing Li Qing's shyness, Shang Yang felt a little dizzy because of the cuteness, thinking how no one would know about such a big baby.
It's so weird.
The author has something to say:
Shang Yang's posture when he caught Li Qing peeking, referring to Su Youpeng's emoji of tilting his head to look at people, is very pleasant.Ha ha ha ha.