Mushiji [Pleasure]

Wen Qianshu felt as if she fainted when she touched the bed. She slept until twelve o'clock in the afternoon. Her mother couldn't watch it anymore and pushed her to wake up: "Get up and do your homework."

Wen Qianshu was stunned, and sat on the bed in a daze. Her mother patted her on the forehead: "Get up, I haven't done my homework yet."

Wen Qianshu was at a loss, she wasn't woken up, but subconsciously looked at the alarm clock: "12 o'clock—"

"Shouldn't it be time for lunch?"

"Eat." The woman stood up and threw her clothes, "I've been thinking about eating all day!"

Wen Qianshu rubbed his eyes, sat up, and began to slowly put on his clothes. A man's voice came from outside the door: "Let her sleep for a while, it's a rare holiday."

The woman frowned and went out and closed the door: "What is a rare holiday?"

"Do you know how the gap came out—it's free time, a little accumulation—"

Her voice was blocked by the door, Wen Qianshu got dressed and stepped out of bed with slippers. Wen Qianshu scratched his hair, then pushed the door open, greeted him again and said, "How many times have I said, put on your socks, the cold will enter your body!"

Wen Qianshu: "…"

Wen Qianshu had no choice but to look for socks again, and was slapped from behind while walking, which caught her off guard and shuddered: "My back is straight!"

"Fix the collar!"

"The button is fastened!"

"Eat with meat and vegetables!"

"Don't be picky eaters!"

"Eat more meat!"

Wen Qianshu has always been said to talk about women going out to hold parent-teacher meetings. She took out a test paper at random, saw that it was physics, and then wrote her name, when she heard a loud TV in the living room.

Wen Qianshu pushed open the door of the room and saw the man with his legs crossed, slumped on the sofa holding the remote control, and was taken aback when he saw her: "It's too loud?"

This man also looked like her father, but Wen Qianshu had no experience with her father, so she thought about it and nodded.

Man: "Then do you want to watch the game together?"

Wen Qianshu: "…"

Wen Qianshu: "No need, thank you."

Wen Qianshu thought about the words again and said, "Can you please lower your voice a little bit?"

Man: "Oh, yes."

So the voice really dropped "a little" - he turned it down a notch. Wen Qianshu gave up resistance, closed the door, and tried to do his homework again, when a roar suddenly came from the living room: "Good shot! Nice job!"

Wen Qianshu held his head, covered one ear, and continued to write about physics.

In the world of physics, there is an invulnerable, invulnerable thing - the slider, so over the years, the questioner has played around the slider.

But maybe they found in their conscience that, considering the emotional needs of the slider, they no longer let it be alone, and began to slide two sliders, one large and one small, on top of each other, two together, and two together on the conveyor belt, When Wen Qian wrote that the two were placed on the **** and the **** slipped on the conveyor belt, she suspected that the teacher wanted her to die.

"pretty!"

And there was a sudden clapping from the outside, "It's so beautiful!"

Wen Qianshu wanted to knock himself unconscious with the slider.

Later, the woman came back with a chill on her body, so she didn't have time to put down her purse, so she came to find Wen Qianshu. So there was the sound of the TV outside the door, and the paper analysis inside the door: "Why is your Chinese so poor? Your Chinese teacher specifically told me..."

Wen Qianshu propped his head up and looked at his papers, the fifth in the class—this time everyone failed the language test, so Wen Qianshu couldn't be worse no matter how miserable it was.

"The English teacher said that you're not bad. But it's better to accumulate more words. I heard her say that she also arranged for the next class to memorize the fourth-level vocabulary. You have already memorized half of the book, so hurry up and memorize—"

Wen Qianshu felt like reminding her, "The next class is class six."

Woman: "So what?"

Wen Qianshu: "It's our rocket class, and the requirements are relatively high."

The rocket class of No. 1 Middle School is the top class, but it is not the first class, but the sixth class. It seems that their class teacher thinks "6" is good.

The Rocket Class selects junior high school students from various junior high schools in the district three months before the senior high school entrance examination, and the best 60 students are selected to go directly to the first high school. It is said that in the first year, most of the courses must be completed, and in the second year, he will directly participate in the senior high school examination, and prepare for the competition during the period.

However, Wen Qianshu didn't know what it was.

But mentioning Class 6, Wen Qianshu remembered the girl in Class 6 who walked with Jiang Mingyue—she seemed to know Jiang Mingyue very well—

Woman: "Don't make excuses, they can, but you can't?"

Wen Qianshu: "Okay, I'll take it back."

Woman: "Don't perfunctory me, verbally be kind, if you don't study hard, you will be like your father in the future..."

"Look, you're always looking for excuses, and if you don't work hard, you won't be able to do well in the Chinese test."

Wen Qianshu was a little dazed by her, trying to sort out the logic: "Aren't we discussing English? I didn't make excuses in English, and I didn't work hard—"

Wen Qianshu gave an argument: "The score is quite high."

"That's because I'm good for your brain, so you have a good memory. I told your dad long ago that these things must be eaten..."

The corner of Wen Qianshu's mouth twitched.

2333 schadenfreude: "Oops, one thing comes down to another."

And Wen Qianshu, Wen Qianshu already wanted to go back to school.

She did exactly that the next day.

Wen Qianshu went to knock on Shen Ting's door early in the morning, or tricked her into going to school to do her homework. Grandma Shen Ting rubbed her hands together and stuffed Wen Qianshu with eggs: "It's good to work hard in the morning."

It is clear from these floors that Shen Ting's father is handsome, and this handsomeness comes from his mother to some extent. Although Grandma Shen was old and wrinkled, she had a high nose bridge, big eyes, and a cheerful body. She was neatly tidied up. Her silver-white hair was pulled up high, much neater than Wen Qianshu's, and the roots of her hair were even inserted. little flower.

Grandma Shen watched Wen Qianshu staring at the flowers, and raised her hand to touch: "Tingzi picked a bunch of flowers before and kept them in the water so they didn't dry up, but she wants to bring them to me today."

She smiled and complained to Shen Ting: "How old am I, what do I look like."

Wen Qianshu also laughed: "Of course I have to wear—"

She looked around Grandma Shen, her eyes fixed on her eyes again, and smiled: "This flower matches you, your skin is white, and you look good in red."

Shen Ting said proudly, "I'll just say it."

Grandma Shen was embarrassed and smiled: "Really?"

Shen Ting: "Really, you are right. When you go out to buy vegetables, people are sure to praise you."

"Don't listen to Shen Ting's nonsense." Wen Qianshu smiled, "What is her credit for this? It's obvious that grandma is good-looking."

Shen Ting: "Hey, you—"

Grandma Shen smiled, and made another egg for Wen Qianshu: "This is also for you."

Shen Ting couldn't believe it: "Grandma? Isn't that mine?"

Wen Qianshu: "You come to grab it."

Shen Ting: "You stop!"

Grandma Shen: "Slow down, slow down, be careful of the stairs."

Wen Qianshu went downstairs and threw an egg to Shen Ting.

The two leaned downstairs, peeled and ate the eggs, threw the egg shells into the trash can, wiped their hands, and went to push the cart.

Shen Ting searched for a long time and couldn't find the car. Just as she was about to worry, Wen Qianshu said, "Is your car upstairs?"

Shen Ting: "Ah, yes."

"I'll go get it."

Wen Qianshu: "Don't go up to get it. If you have to move it up at night, just take my car."

Wen Qianshu teased her: "An egg for the fare—your grandma gave it to me."

Shen Ting smiled: "You said, don't cry if I can't carry it."

Wen Qianshu: "That's not true."

So Shen Ting sat in the back seat of Wen Qianshu and put her arms around her waist.

With the little cutie holding her, Wen Qianshu felt very beautiful in her heart, and she didn't feel tired after riding most of the way.

2333: "…"

2333 knew that when Wen Qianshu said that he was tired, it was a lie.

But 2333 didn't have time to verify, because Wen Qianshu was stopped before he got to school. She was waiting for the traffic light when she suddenly heard someone shouting, "Shen Ting?"

A person ran to the front and said in surprise, "It really is you."

Wen Qianshu thought to himself.

Sure enough, it was Fang Wenyuan.

Shen Ting smiled and said politely, "Hello". "Wo Liheng" is usually very quick, but out of the nest, I don't know what to say.

Wen Qianshu put one hand in his pocket, held the handlebar with the other, and smiled, "Yo, in the morning—"

She paused, because she saw a person standing not far behind Fang Wenyuan, with a straight posture, and also looked here.

Jiang Mingyue.

Wen Qianshu: "Okay."

Fang Wenyuan: "Okay, okay, do you want to go to school?"

Maybe because it was outside the school, Jiang Mingyue didn't wear glasses, and her hair was loose. The long, ink-like hair was dripping down, covering her snow-white skin, her slender neck, and a pair of light-colored pupils.

Wen Qianshu had never seen her like this before, so she couldn't take her eyes away and answered absentmindedly, "Yes."

Fang Wenyuan: "Go early in the morning?"

Wen Qianshu: "Yes."

Fang Wenyuan: "What are you going to do?"

"Yes—" Wen Qianshu, "Huh?"

Wen Qianshu: "I'm sorry, what did you just ask?"

Fang Wenyuan was good-natured, smiled and said, "What are you doing going to school so early? We are going to form a game, do you want to join us?"

Wen Qianshu didn't react: "What kind of game?"

Fang Wenyuan: "Of course it's the Homework Bureau."

"Let's go." Fang Wenyuan said, "We can discuss the homework together."

Unexpectedly, the girl from Class 6 was also there, drinking milk tea and biting a straw. When she saw them, she greeted them with a smile.

They found a board game store, reserved a small private room early, and took out their homework. The girl crossed her legs: "Well, let's finish the homework and then play the board game."

Wen Qianshu: "Aren't you looking for someone to join a board game?"

Girl: "I was discovered by you."

She looked at Shen Ting, and then at Wen Qianshu: "I haven't introduced myself yet, Luo Qing, Luo of Camel, Qing of Qingtian."

Shen Ting was a little cautious: "Shen Ting, sinking at three o'clock, Ting next to the female character."

Wen Qianshu: "Wen Qianshu."

Luo Qing: "Ah-I heard about you."

She stabbed Jiang Mingyue with her elbow: "Did Mingyue wait at the same table that day?"

Wen Qianshu: "The Games?"

Luo Qing: "Yes."

Luo Qing rolled her eyes, and before she had time to speak, Jiang Mingyue picked up her schoolbag and threw it to her: "Quickly do your homework."

Fang Wenyuan: "Yeah, if we can't finish writing, we can still copy you. If you can't finish writing, you can only fend for yourself."

Luo Qing was speechless.

Class 6 is about to teach the second year of senior high school, and it does not take the exam with the ordinary class at all, it is not included in the ranking, and the homework is independent.

As a result, the six classes of the ordinary class have all finished their homework first, which can be called a walking answer book. However, it was difficult for Class 6 to find the answers to their homework, so they could only copy each other within the class.

"I don't dare to copy each other in the class." Luo Qing, "You know how intense our class is, it's rare to take a vacation, and it's almost dead, and you still do homework? There are only a few people who write, and the academic committee is not good enough. On the last month’s vacation, many people copied π into 2 and cried when they wrote their review.”

Fang Wenyuan was puzzled: "Didn't you copy it too?"

Luo Qing: "As witty as I am, I felt that the question was not that simple, so I copied the square root of 2."

Fang Wenyuan: "Escaped?"

Luo Qing: "Then why do you think I didn't go to the classroom to copy this time, but asked you to do homework instead?"

Fang Wenyuan: "A moment of silence for you."

Soon no one spoke, and a few people started to do homework around the table. Without the sound of the football match, Wen Qianshu felt that the topics were pleasing to the eye. She quickly finished writing a paper and was turning the pages, but when she turned her head, she saw Jiang Mingyue hanging her head and her hair falling, which might have blocked her vision. , was pushed aside by her. Then the opponent's hand stopped on the side of the forehead, blocking the hair, preventing them from falling out.

She was so far away that she couldn't tell, but now that she was close, Wen Qianshu realized that she seemed to have just washed her hair, and it smelled more intense than usual, of tangerines or fragrant oranges.

Wen Qianshu looked at the test paper, pretended to think about it, but removed the rubber band on his wrist and handed it to Jiang Mingyue from under the table. Jiang Mingyue was taken aback, looked up at her, Wen Qianshu smiled, and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you bring it?"

Others just regarded them as discussing the topic without lifting their eyelids. Jiang Mingyue looked at the rubber band in her hand - the light blue one, the same style on the head of Wen Qian's book.

Jiang Mingyue touched her hair. Her hair was so long that after a while, the end of her hair was still a little damp, but she replied, "Yeah."

"thanks."

Wen Qianshu had already looked back at the test paper and smiled, "You're welcome."

Jiang Mingyue gathered her long hair with one hand and tied it with a rubber band. She didn't use a comb, and even her usual neat ponytail looked a little messy today, with curls at the end of her hair.

After tying her hair, she turned around to open her schoolbag and took the book from it.

At the same time, she pulled a headband from her left wrist and sleeve—the black one she used to use, and she also kept one in her schoolbag, which she kept with the comb.

Then she pulled the zipper and left the two head ropes inside.

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