Taigu No. 5 Middle School.

School has started. In the new week, students gathered to hold a flag-raising ceremony for the playground of the mechanized farming road.

Afterwards, all the students scattered, as if boiling water was boiling.

"Go up the flower, walk slowly, wait for me." Zhishengxiang trotted and chased after him.

The child is white, tender and fat, and has a very thick figure, but he is a little timid.

Last year, Zhang Shang came forward for his buddy Yang Hao and went home to decorate and said that he was beaten up, which made his cousin show his power. He called two people from the society to come to the school to block the door and build the school with a strong reputation...

Zhishengxiang became a follower.

During the summer vacation, I went out with Zhang Shang to sell Taigu cakes, and I saw his way of making money, which was even more amazing.

"Guess what book did you make?" The words were filled with excitement.

And the smell secreted by Colmon...

Looking back at Zhang Shang, the most popular and best-selling novels in this era are not orthodox online books, but some magical books, young men, soldiers, and Jin Lin is not a thing in the pond, the wind and moon road, etc.

I don’t know how many young men have started spring by these books, which inspired the Five Finger Girl’s Road to No Return.

Just looking at Zhi Lao Er's excited appearance, you know that this guy didn't sleep well last night.

Moreover, I want to carry forward this path and become the god lord at the forefront of the times... If there are good things, I will naturally show off my vanity.

Well... the young man who has never returned has gone further and further on the road to depravity.

Seeing that Zhang Shang didn't say anything, Zhi Lao Er didn't give up and rushed to catch up with him in two steps, muttering, "My brother has broken the book into pages and I'll pass it to you later." He paused, as if he was worried: "Don't tell Zhao Gang and the others."

Zhang Shang nodded mutely, his eyes had already fallen on the girl three meters ahead.

Wu Shu.

The girl seemed to feel something, turned around and smiled, her youthful aura was overwhelmed, and she shouted sweetly: "Brother Big Head."

Brother, the call of the sound is called "Ge", three times.

One sound is flat, two sounds are loud, three sounds are turning, four sounds are falling, very ancient children's songs.

Zhang Shang smiled and nodded, his mood suddenly felt relieved, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.

Wu Shu was in the same class when she was in kindergarten. His fucking sister was so angry that she had this nickname when she was a child.

When I was a student, I liked to recognize my sister and sister, so I called her and took it seriously.

You can introduce it with a very righteous statement when you go out: "This is my sister."

The words are a bit showing off, and it seems that having a fucking sister is a long time to save face.

Wu Shu held a girl with a ponytail and looked a little thin. Her school uniform was clean and decent, not bloated at all. Instead, she highlighted her slim figure. It is rare to be able to wear the school uniform with such an effect.

When walking, her straight braided hair was swung to both sides, and her steps were very graceful, making it very comfortable to walk.

At this time, Wu Shu's eyes looked back, with freshness, innocence and tranquility, making people's eyes shine, and they are so clear.

School Beauty, Ma Yaqiong.

At first, Zhang Shang didn't specifically ask about her name. Until one day, two boys fought in the toilet and got into a feces and bleeding. He became famous throughout the school. He didn't know that her name was Ma Yaqiong from other people's oral narratives.

With a glimpse, Zhang Shang admitted that he likes beauties, especially the school beauty...

I live again, I don’t know if I can take a peek at the beauty that I once could not covet.

"Shang Huaer, stop looking at it, just like it!" Zhi Lao Er's face was slutty, and his face was squeezed together with his smile. Seeing that Zhang Shang didn't reply, he continued, "Hehe, are you sneaking around tonight..."

The free right hand stretched out, pinched the index finger and thumb into a circle, no longer clinging to the back, the index finger of the left hand was inserted into the circle, and the fingers were condomed...

Probably no gay man doesn't understand what this means.

Zhang Shang knocked back his hand and slapped Zhi Lao Er in the back of his head, and a crisp sound came out.

"You grandson, you're a sperm, are crazy every day."

Not only was Zhi Lao Er not annoyed, but she smiled even more happily. She deliberately pushed her body up, her eyebrows and eyes shaking quickly, her face looked vulgar, and she looked like "you know" expression.

At this time, the living treasure Zhishengxiang never saw it again after graduating from junior high school.

I vaguely remember that my family spent a lot of money to get him to Taigu No. 2 Middle School. Later, I was expelled and then went to Taigu Vocational Middle School. It seemed that I had only been in the school for half a year and was expelled from the school.

Later, I went to the imperial capital and signed up for a two-year training school.

At that time, there were few contacts.

Later, time destroyed people, and the child changed. Just call, eight times were borrowing money.

The third row by the window is the seat on the top.

A bunch of books were piled up on the table, probably the highest fortress in the class, a little uneven and shaky.

The desktop has been repaired to the point of being incredibly ill, with a bit of a hole.

Every time I see the desk's desktop, Zhang Shang will think of something.

I don’t remember the newspaper I read in that year, maybe when I was in elementary school, that was almost all the desks in our country were made by myself.

They drove a boat to collect wood slags in coastal areas. As long as they got on the boat, they would be crushed into the desks we used.

Just this one, the price difference is a hundred times.

This news shocked Zhang Shang deeply. More than ten years have passed and is still clearly remembered in his mind.

"You can't sort out your pigpen?" He was dissatisfied with disgust.

He Tingting has short hair with her ears and her skin is so white that it is a bit unhealthy, but she is the girl with the most secret crushes besides Yang Zhiyuan.

Zhang Shang once deeply doubted whether this deskmate had leukemia or something.

At that time, his understanding of leukemia was that white blood, and his skin was like He Tingting, which was a disease... and he had to get acupuncture every week to maintain vitality.

"Will you help me sort it out?" Ru's tone of fingering, it seemed like a habit that had been formed a long time ago.

"You're crazy. When your hands are broken, I'll sort it out for you." The girl rolled her eyes and was too lazy to talk. She took out her textbook and didn't even look at her.

Smile slightly, lazily slumped in the seat, tilted his head to look, what a beautiful side face.

After watching for a while, I didn’t sleep well last night, so I’d better go to bed first.

As for learning, let’s discuss it again.

Find the page without snot, dirty, and black in the nails. Press the side with fewer paper pages hard along the hard rubber edge, so that the book will naturally spread to both sides and spread it flat on the desktop.

My head was hung down and buried in the book, my neck was flush with the edge of the table, and my arms were placed in the pocket of the desk. I found a comfortable position to dream of rebirth and wandered outside the sky.

"Husper...Husper..." The heavy breathing seemed particularly clear in the quiet classroom.

The teacher looked unhappy when he heard the sound.

Sleeping is not your fault, but snoring is wrong.

"Hiss..." He opened his breath in his sleep, and the soft flesh on his waist seemed to be twisted by pliers eighteen times. He pinched it carefully, and it felt sour.

Open your eyes in a daze.

The page of the book was soaked with saliva, and it was like a paste. When I got up and touched it, my face was full of sticky.

He Tingting's disgusting eyes made Zhang Shang know that she was the one who was ruthless.

But there was another look that made him dare not get angry.

I couldn't sleep anymore, so I turned the book a few more pages, found the clean paper, tilted my head, put my left face on the writing, leaned my butt backward, and pushed the stool up, which made me feel more comfortable.

He Tingting's face looks tender without makeup, clean and tender, without any flaws, and her delicate face is just too white and transparent, making her look unhealthy.

"Are you sick?" The girl was so annoyed that she was staring at her. She frowned when she lowered her head to take notes, and her eyebrows frowned, which was quite like "a cold eyebrows against thousands of people's fingers".

"It's better to look good if you don't wear makeup." Murmuring, Zhang Shang made an extremely irregular movement under the table, quietly reached out and pretended to put it on He Tingting's leg unintentionally.

I don’t feel much, and I’m just thinking that I feel very comfortable mentally, I take advantage of it, and I feel it.

In the hazy green age, in addition to verbal dialogue, the exploration of the opposite sex also included that physiological and hygiene class, which allowed countless men and women to study it carefully.

You can only satisfy the curiosity of the young people through unintentional actions.

I was punched twice on my stomach, and my soft flesh on my waist was pinched to the point of redness and swollenness. It was very expensive and very familiar.

Because, Zhang Shang did this before, and felt the beauty of the girl from time to time, he was beaten up, smiled and silly, and continued to play.

I don’t know how many male classmates in the class are envious, jealous and hateful, but I can only look down on it.

I vaguely remember that on the eve of the high school entrance examination, this bad habit was not changed. In the last class, Zhang Shang's hand was not placed on the table.

And He Tingting, the whole class was as calm as water, perhaps just because there was no excessive movement, maybe it was used to it, maybe...

...

Life is like a dream. If you do it again, you still can’t become an excellent junior high school student. It depends on your strong qualities!

Sleeping for half a day and watching for half a day, then the ringtone rang.

“Second.”

"See you again, Master..." There were few responses, scattered.
To be continued...