There is a big blackboard in the middle of the playground, which records the total score and ranking of each class yesterday.

Gu Wang their class is in the third place.

It was also hard for their Sports Committee to earn points with great difficulty. There were also several girls in the class who were good at writing constantly writing for work. Although the score was not as high as the project, the mosquito legs were also considered fleshy. After accumulating one by one, there were still a lot of them.

Song Zhiyan carried a few bottles of Coke and gave each girl who was lying on the table to write a bottle of cheering scripts. He said, "Can you write a personal one?"

Wenting looked up, "Who are you going to write?"

Song Zhiyan pointed at himself.

Gu Wang, "..."

Then he pointed at Gu Wang again, "I and Gu Wang are both."

Wenting put down her pen, "Gu Wang is three thousand meters today, you are jumping high, how do you want to write?"

Song Zhiyan pulled his hair and raised his chin, "Just, praise us for being handsome. After all, this is more obvious. Everyone can see it. As soon as you say it, they will know which one it is."

Wenting was shocked by Song Zhiyan's shamelessness. She held her chin and said, "You write it yourself, I can't write this."

Others are all athletes who work hard, but they read the book, is that handsome man more shameless?

Song Zhiyan picked up the pen and said, "If you write it yourself, you will write it yourself. I'm afraid you won't be able to write my handsomeness."

Chen Zhao stepped into the school at the point where the school gate was closed. His father gave him the gift, but he was still arguing with his father when he entered the school.

"If you don't give it, you won't give it. I'll let my mother beat you to death!"

His father was snatching the iron gate, "Little bastard, you have the ability to come out. I've cut you off today!"

The voice was louder, and several students in the shed that were close to looked at him. Chen Zhao didn't think anything was wrong. He had no projects today and was not wearing a school uniform. He had a white T-shirt inside and a light blue hooded sunscreen shirt outside.

Looks small.

He threw his schoolbag on the table with a "bang" and unzipped it, "I brought soda, I'll give you a bottle each, and I'll give the rest to my own class."

He ran to the shed next door with his schoolbag on his back.

Song Zhiyan bent over and was still writing hard, praising him and Gu Wang's beautiful face. He heard Gu Wang's voice hesitate in his ears, "Song Zhiyan, look, are Zhao Zi's pants wet?"

Song Zhiyan looked over and laughed like a fool when he threw his pen. "He has ice soda. He has wet his schoolbag and his pants have wet. I hope you don't tell him, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."

Gu Wang, "..."

He remembered the embarrassment he had in front of He Qinghuan not long ago.

The pants were wet, which was even more embarrassing than Chen Zhao, because the ones that wet the pants were not the schoolbag but the underwear.

Even though some days have passed, Gu Wang still wants to cover his face when he thinks about it.

Speaking of this, He Qinghuan's clothes are still there, so he has to find time to return them to him.

I guess he was thinking about what he wanted. Gu Wang looked at Song Zhiyan and finished writing his own, and picked up his pen and started writing Gu Wang's. He couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so he looked around.

I happened to see He Qinghuan and Yue Feng coming out of the teaching building.

Today, He Qinghuan wore a very loose long-sleeved white T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T

He came all the way, and many people in the shed looked at him.

He couldn't bask in the sun, so he came over and went straight into the shed. Because of his height, he had to bow his head slightly when he came in.

He raised his eyes and met Gu Wang's gaze.

Gu Wang blinked and asked, "Is it okay for you to carry it?"

He Qinghuan walked over, stood beside Gu Wang, and whispered, "You blew it all the better after you blew it last night."

Gu Wang, "..."

Song Zhiyan straightened his waist and looked at the two of them, "Blow? What? Blow the flute?"

Gu Wang, "..."

No one answered him, Song Zhiyan cut and continued to write. After writing, he read Gu Wang's what he said to him.

"Look, how do you think I write?" Song Zhiyan looked at his masterpiece, very proud and confident, "Ah, the boy ran to show off his wind! Ah, even the sunshine had to make way for him! Ah, your sweat also brought a charming fragrance! Ah, we will all be fascinated by you! You, Gu Wang, is the South China Sea pearl! It is a rare diamond, you, Gu Wang..."

Gu Wang couldn't listen anymore, so he kicked Song Zhiyan and said, "Shut up."

No such exaggeration.

Wenting smiled and leaned back and forth, "Song Zhiyan, are you sure you want to throw this in. Do you want the squad leader to read it?"

After all the cheerful drafts are sent to the podium, the host has to screen and pass them over again. Only those who conform to socialist values ​​and youth style may be selected.

Song Zhiyan's like this probably won't be able to get to He Qinghuan's hands.

Wen Ting's words made everyone look at He Qinghuan, wanting to see what he thinks about Song Zhiyan's shameless behavior.

Gu Wang had a premonition, and he could probably guess what kind of answer He Qinghuan would give.

He Qinghuan faced everyone's curious eyes, glanced at the side face of the boy beside him, smiled, and said indifferently, "As long as it meets the facts and does not deliberately exaggerate it, it is OK."

Very official!

Wenting asked, "Squad leader, do you think this is considered a deliberate exaggeration of the facts?"

He Qinghuan paused and shook his head, "Not count."

"It's the truth."

The heat first spread from the fingertips upwards, and finally the heat of the back and ears came up. Gu Wang touched the earlobes and barely maintained his calmness, "I'm sorry."

Yue Feng looked at He Qinghuan, then looked at Gu Wang, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Song Zhiyan didn't notice this. He shook the note in his hand, "Look, I said I'm not an exaggeration, Lao He said it's OK, you can hand it over together later."

Wenting was incredible. She thought Song Zhiyan was really shameless, and the squad leader was really a little strange recently.

This is not an exaggeration. Is it not an exaggeration to praise people as mermaids?

Can she just say that she is Chang'e?

Yue Feng's gaze turned around and stopped on someone in the shed opposite him, with a strange expression.

Shen Zhao stuck out his butt in the shed opposite him. He was wearing light blue jeans, and the wet piece was visible at a glance.

Gu Wangxiang went over and reminded him, after all, he was also a person who had experienced it personally. Song Zhiyan grabbed him, "Look, don't, has he watched us make a fool of ourselves less often? Last time you got drunk and called He Qinghuan in the trash can. There was still a video there. He said he would wait for you to put it on the big screen when you get married, so that everyone can see that you were once young and frivolous."

Gu Wang froze, "I'm holding the trash can and calling He Qinghuan?"

These are all very small things. The book only mentions the main plots. These big plots have not appeared in the book, so Gu Wang didn't know.

Yue Feng laughed out loud, "Now Ah Huan is here, I hope you can hold me and shout."

Gu Wang's face was hot, and he was so embarrassed that he wanted to faint. He Qinghuan said lightly beside him.

"Can."

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