The Younger Brother Next Door is a School Grass

On Sunday morning, Zhou Sisi received a call from the head teacher.

"Sisi, your home is close to the school. Come over at 8 o'clock to help the teacher correct the test papers, right?"

"I…"

"There are a lot of tasks, and the higher-level leaders are pressing hard. It happens that you, Qi Minhui, and Guo Qin are not far away from home. Come over here, huh?"

Zhou Sisi had to agree, and hurriedly sent Lu Xi a WeChat message before leaving, saying that this morning's make-up class was cancelled.

It was not until the completion of the math test papers for the two classes that Zhou Sisi received the reply from the other party: Oh.

The summer heat gets up very early, and the office is a bit stuffy and hot flashes.

Zhou Sisi rubbed his eyes and stood up to rest.

"Are you tired?" Wu Lan also looked dazzled at the computer screen and twisted her upper body twice in position.

Zhou Sisi: "Fortunately, not very tired."

"Wrists and eyes are tired." Guo Qin said, "It's so hot, teacher."

Wu Lan slapped her head, "Why forgot to turn on the air conditioner? Is 25°C okay?"

"Yeah." Zhou Sisi had no objection.

Guo Qin volunteered: "Teacher, I will drive."

"Sisi, you go next door to see how they have changed." Wu Lan ordered.

On the way to another office, Zhou Sisi looked at the lush green canopy outside the corridor.

This one is a banyan tree, this one is a mango tree, and there are also in the community—

Zhou Sisi's eyes moved, as if she had forgotten to give Lu Xi breakfast.

…Speaking of not going to make up classes this morning, it should be about the default that there is no breakfast. He shouldn't be hungry.

What do you think, he is not a three-year-old kid.

Zhou Sisi shook his head slightly and smiled, feeling the inexplicable guilt and concern for himself.

"Sisi!" Qi Minhui, who came back from the bathroom, shouted, "How many copies did you get?"

Zhou Sisi: "Two classes."

"Quick enough." Qi Minhui gave a thumbs up.

While they were talking, they entered the office where Qi Minhui and other three students had their papers revised.

"You are here too" Yuan Xuchao, who was sitting at the door and coming in at the second computer desk, was surprised, "Which question did you change?"

Zhou Sisi scanned his screen and said, "18 questions. The subjects we changed are different."

The task of changing the monthly test papers was rushed. Due to the anonymous and paperless scoring method, other teachers also called on the students to be their helpers.

Yuan Xuchao: "Which subject did you change?"

Zhou Sisi: "Physics."

"Oh oh. The subject of science should be harder to change than our history. It's hard for you." Yuan Xuchao's words were sweet.

Zhou Sisi is honest: "Not necessarily."

With the same amount of questions, subjective questions in liberal arts are sometimes more difficult to correct than fill-in-the-blank questions in science.

The boy at the last table looked at Zhou Sisi and asked Yuan Xuchao: "Which class does this female classmate belong to?"

"Key science classes." Yuan Xuchao answered vaguely.

"Hey classmate, are you from Class 1, Class 2 or Class 3?" The boy blinked his left eye and asked Zhou Sisi directly.

Zhou Sisi looked calm, "Class 1."

Yuan Xuchao was upset at the classmate's interruption and brought up a new topic, "Want to eat barbecue at noon? Sisi? Wanda has a new Korean barbecue, which is very good-Qi Minhui and Liu Hua, are you coming together?"

Qi Minhui, who is a little unfamiliar with Yuan Xuchao, pointed at herself vaguely, "Me?"

"I'm not going." Zhou Sisi said apologetically, "I will go home for dinner."

"I'm not going either." Qi Minhui said immediately.

Yuan Xuchao was a little confused, "Okay."

The boy at the back table, Liu Hua smiled crookedly, "Believe me, look at Yuan Xuchao and look forward to you."

Qi Minhui would not think that this "beauty" refers to herself.

Zhou Sisi simply ignored the not-so-serious words of the unfamiliar classmate, "Teacher Wu asked me to ask about your progress in reviewing the papers."

…

After going home for lunch, Zhou Sisi sent a text message to Lu Xi before the lunch break:

At three o'clock in the afternoon, I will give you a make-up lesson, okay?

After waiting for a long time, there was no reply.

When Zhou Sisi was going to sleep in a daze, the phone vibrated twice.

Lu Xi: Oh.

…The boy's temper is really bad.

Zhou Sisi bends the corners of her lips helplessly. The sleepiness she had accumulated was gone, and she simply got up to do a handwritten newspaper on the theme of the campus cultural festival arranged by the teacher.

At 2:57, Zhou Sisi frowned and stood at the door of Lu Xi's house.

I knocked on the door several times, but it was not opened for a long time.

Zhou Sisi turned his ears to the door of Lu Xi's house and listened.

There seems to be no movement inside.

Is he still taking a nap?

With long eyelashes down, Zhou Sisi opened the phone address book.

There was a faint bang from below the corridor, getting closer and closer, I don't know who was running up the corridor.

Zhou Sisi turned to the stairs.

Unexpectedly, I saw Lu Xi running up in stride.

He put his hands on his knees, his upper body was bowed, his short hair was a little messy, and there were beads of sweat on his temples.

It's like running a long distance, or experiencing strenuous exercise.

"I... came back..." Lu Si raised her face with bruises on the corners of her lips and redness and swelling on her cheeks.

Zhou Sisi had a heartbeat, and noticed that the front of his white T-shirt was dirty, and there were inches of red blood on his arms. "Did you fight?"

"..." Lu Xi was speechless, and an inexplicable guilty conscience blocked his throat.

Zhou Sisi waited silently.

Cicadas and hot light poured in from the corridor window, and the air gradually solidified.

Zhou Sisi pursed her lips and turned to leave.

The wrist tightened suddenly.

"Let go." Zhou Sisi lowered her eyes, and the juvenile's hand with clear joints clasped her wrist.

"...Are you not making up classes?" Lu Xi asked.

Contrary to stubborn movements and hot fingertips, there was a pitiful tone in the tone.

"No." Zhou Sisi expressionlessly, "Anyway, you have no intention of studying."

The voice was as gentle as always, falling in Lu Xi's ears, but he was a little flustered, "Learning, I have the heart to learn."

Zhou Sisi looked at Lu Xi, "Want to fight?"

"I..." Lu Xie said, "I'm not late, I rushed back before three o'clock."

"let it go."

"Don't let go."

"open."

"Do not…"

Zhou Sisi tried hard to pull his wrist.

She has always been weaker, and her strength is far inferior to him. Seeing the red mark on her thin white wrist, Lu Xi was reluctant to use force and let go.

After crossing her long legs, Lu Xi opened her hands into a big "one" shape, blocking her way home with her body.

"Can't go, help me make up lessons."

Zhou Sisi: "..."

Lu Xi: "I will open the door, you can't sneak."

Zhou Sisi: "..."

Lu Xi took out the key with her right hand, fearing that Zhou Sisi would slip away, lightly clasping her wrist with her left hand.

The thumb and the **** were in a circle, and there was still room for her bright wrist.

It's so thin, as if it can be broken with force. If a light gap flashed, Lu Xi's mind flashed this thought.

The door was quickly unscrewed.

Zhou Sisi broke free from the grip of his fingers, "Don't go in?"

"...Oh." Lu Xi's face was a little hot, and he walked in to change shoes.

Lu Xi stood in the hallway, waiting for her to enter the room with her.

"You don't change your clothes?" Zhou Sisi was a little angry and a little helpless, "Don't treat the wound?"

"Oh, let's go—" Lu Xi walked to the room, not forgetting to turn around, "You can't run away!"

"..." Zhou Sisi sat down on the sofa in the living room.

In the rectangular glass aquarium, the laziest one of the several goldfishes, with a wide kiss close to the wall of the pool, his bulging eyes motionless.

Zhou Sisi found it interesting, and stared at it, with a smile on the corner of his lips.

Lu Xi, who came out after changing his clothes, saw this scene and came back boldly, "Can you help me with the medicine?" Without going through the brain.

Zhou Sisi put aside his smile, and after a while, "Yeah."

After receiving this response, Lu Xi immediately went back to the room and took out a small bag of medical supplies, placed it next to Zhou Sisi, and sat down beside her.

Zhou Sisi unwrapped the plastic bag and counted it carefully. It contained iodophor, medicinal liquor, bandages, cotton swabs, etc.

"Everything is quite complete." Zhou Sisi frowned, "Seems to fight often?"

Lu Xi touched her auricle, "No, very rarely. I don't like fighting."

Zhou Sisi's face turned, and Runxiu's apricot eyes quietly stared at him.

His eyes seemed to be filled with "don't believe".

Lu Xi was a little embarrassed and anxious, "I did it today because of—"

The last time Huang Zhou found that Xiaosha hooked up with her brother, she was very heartbroken and sad. After two days of decadence, he still had a trace of unwillingness to give up, planning to ask Xiaosha out on the weekend and ask him face to face.

At noon on Sunday, the sun in Nanhu Park was so fierce that Huang Zhou's heart was completely sunburned to death.

Before he and Xiaosha had time to talk, a boy with bright purple hair and earrings sprang out in the wood next to him.

The first sentence that came up was to scold him: "Damn it! Dare to soak my woman! See if I can kill you!"

Huang Zhou didn't react at first. He cursed a few words with his purple hair and vulgarly. He couldn't believe that Xiaosha had a boyfriend. They talked for more than a year.

Xiaosha has a boyfriend. Why did he take the initiative to add him in the game? Why did he often double row with him? Why did he often initiate [hug] actions at him?

Why create so much ambiguity and sweetness that belongs to them?

"I didn't know she had a boyfriend." Huang Zhou explained with restrained anger.

He saw Xiaosha shook her head desperately and blinked from an invisible angle with her purple hair, begging him not to expose her behavior.

"We don't have a match either." Huang Zhou was a little soft-hearted, and did not say that this girl used to tease him in every possible way.

Zi Hair didn't make sense at all, pointing at Huang Zhou and cursing with foul language.

Originally, Huang Zhou thought he was a bit unreasonable and could bear it. As a result, the other party scolded and used unbearable words. He also brought his parents and ancestors with him.

"Is that enough?" Huang Zhou brushed away his purple hair and pointed to his nose.

Purple Hair is even more energetic, and said fiercely that he is the boss of a certain vocational high school, and he is looking for a younger brother to fight Huang Zhou, "Mom! You don't know who Lao Tzu is unless you fight!"

"What do you count as more bullying than less?" Huang Zhou's face didn't allow him to back down, and he insisted on bravado.

Purple hair is impulsive and arrogant, "Call out if you have a brother! Today I must let you **** crawl to apologize to me!"

In order not to be beaten or lose, Huang Zhou rushed to his cell phone to ask for help from Lu Xi, who has the most relationships with his closest friends.

Without saying a word, Lu Xi called out a few friends who happened to be available to play together to "support".

There are six boys with purple hair. There are four people in Lu Xi and Huang Zhou, who are at a disadvantage in terms of numbers.

"It's too late to apologize now." Purple Hair dug her ears with her little finger, and sneered, "Apologies?"

A bunch of boys laughed cooperatively: "Apologize?" "Hahaha..." "Climb on the ground!"

"Hush—" Lu Xi put his index finger on her ruddy lips, "It made me a headache. Didn't it mean fighting?"

"The loser apologized to the other party. What did the purple hair say just now?" Lu Xizongli's eyes lazily glanced at Huang Zhou.

"Zi, he said," Huang Zhou said with little confidence, "I want to'climb' and apologize." Although Axi has a hard fist, there are so many people on the other side, and all of them have been fighting all day long...

"Yeah." Lu Xi tilted his head slightly, and the tip of his tongue touched his lower cheek. "The one who loses just apologizes."

There are no pedestrians in the park at noon.

The pavement was sprinkled with the sparkle of midsummer.

The teenager in the white T-shirt is more fearless and arrogant than in summer.