don't stick with me

Chapter 72

It was late December, and the atmosphere on the No. [-] Middle School campus gradually became lively. When you walked out of the area of ​​Mingde Building, you could see classes rehearsing programs everywhere. The brains of several boys were buzzing, and he leaned against the shelf behind the curtain.

"Has the school set a rehearsal time? How many days?"

The student in charge is from the sophomore student union. She said: "It's definitely fixed, but the exact number of days is still uncertain. It will depend on the situation, but there will definitely be no queues on the day before New Year's Day. We need to arrange the venue."

Zhao Jiaxu looked at the class rehearsing on the stage, and said in a low voice, "How long is the party? Can it end before ten o'clock?"

"Xuan, look, our party doesn't start until 25:6, and there are a total of 10 programs in the first and second grades. Each program needs at least five or six minutes. It's more than two hours and nearly three hours, not counting the leaders. What about the time for the speech and the opening of the host. Conservatively, 30:[-]."

"No, it's so late, everyone fell asleep when it's over."

The student in charge: "That's right, so most of the boring singing and dancing shows are about to end in the second half. Anyway, everyone is tired of watching, so there's nothing you can do about it. There are only a few types of shows going back and forth, unless there are handsome guys The beauty bombed the scene."

Zhao Jia Xuxin said that there are really handsome men and beautiful women, and their brother Jiang Ye Wen is the biggest king bomb.

"Okay, I see, thank you."

"Hey, it's okay, it's just a pity that I can't participate in the third year of high school. I thought I would have the opportunity to see Wen Kuo on stage in the last year."

Zhao Jiaxu: "Maybe."

"what?"

"I just said it casually, you continue to line up." He jumped down from the small stairs on the side of the stage, and returned to the classroom before the self-study.

The group is discussing their personnel allocation for this show in full swing.

Zhao Jiaxu: The latest intelligence brothers, one good news and one bad news, which one do you listen to?

Timeliness: As an international practice, listen to the bad ones first.

Zhu Xuejin: Don't talk nonsense, speak quickly.

Lin Duo: Suppress first and then raise.

Zhao Jiaxu: The second half of the party was full of boring singing and dancing programs, and everyone fell asleep.

Li Qi: What is the good news?

Zhao Jiaxu: Everyone is asleep, we can blow everyone up.

Timeliness: ...

Zhu Xuejin: You still argue with me when you say that your cerebellum is not fully developed.

Zhao Jiaxu: It's not what you think, there are so many singing and dancing shows that we are so fresh and refined, and Jiang Yewen and others are pressing the scene, so it can't be an explosion.

Qu Wenwen: I think the core problem we have now is how to avoid the death hunt of the teacher in charge and Liu Dayan.

Shiqin: It's not a big problem. Let's adapt accordingly. As long as Jiang Ye Wen goes up to the station with the guitar in his arms, Liu Dayan can't catch up even if he wants to. The public opinion cannot be violated.

Wen Kuo: I think it is more reliable to lock Liu Dayan in the small dark room on New Year's Day.

Zhu Xuejin: Hahahahahahahahahahahaha.

Zhao Jiaxu: The task is glorious but arduous.

It was less than a week before the official rehearsal for New Year's Day, and their rehearsal was also on the agenda, but because there were so many people in the art building these days, and the lights would be brightly lit until eleven o'clock after self-study at night, so they simply rehearsed in the classroom Yes, except for some students who are about to go on stage, there are still many left to watch the fun and take pictures.

Students who have passed by will take a second look curiously, and if they are brave enough to ask a few questions at the door, the whole class will reply in unison: just for fun, I will keep a thought after graduation.

The phone on the table vibrated.

Ding Xiang in the corner lowered his eyes.

There is only one message on it: when does the eight thousand plan to return it?

His face was distorted for a moment, and the knuckles holding the phone were a little white, as if he was going to crush the phone with such force.

He replied: Brother, haven't I already paid over four thousand, why do I still have eight thousand?

Opponent: What are you kidding?no interest?Do you think we are doing charity?We are all students, please be considerate to each other, I am also in a hurry to spend money, just tonight, the old place is waiting for you.

Before he could mention it in one breath, the other party sent another message: Ding Xiang, if you dare to sneak away, you will die.

Ding Xiang trembled all over.

At this time, there was a burst of laughter from the front of the classroom. Li Qi sang out of tune and Zhao Jiaxu was also distorted.

Ding Xiang turned pale and looked at them almost with hatred, he hated the first class.

He hated the carefree and arrogant appearance of this group of people, why are they so happy?Schoolwork, relationship, family, each can make him breathless, but this group of people seem to have nothing to worry about.

Why?

He stared down at the message on the phone screen, thinking in his heart that the people here are even more disgusting than the people in the school.

too disgusting.

"Zhao Jiaxu, did you fucking sing it wrong on purpose? How can you sing so badly?"

"No matter how ugly it is, how can it be as ugly as Li Qi? I almost peeed when I heard him sing."

"Fuck your grandpa! Let me see if you pee?"

"Do you really have to talk about shit and shit at times like this?"

In the midst of the noise, there was a sudden "bang" from the back door of the classroom. The sound was so loud that Shiqin was startled and asked in panic, "What's wrong?"

Someone said: "It seems that someone has left."

"Who? Closing the door so loudly? Crazy?"

"Think about it..."

There was a moment of strange silence in the classroom. After Zhao Jiaxu and Li Qi looked at each other, they hurriedly smoothed things over: "Who can make Li Qi sing tonight without losing his tune? I'll let Li Qi call him dad."

"Zhao Jiaxu, you're fucking tired of working, aren't you?"

The atmosphere became lively again.

The other people down there watching the excitement didn't think it was a big deal, they took pictures with their mobile phones while booing, Wen Kuo laughed so hard that his shoulders shook, he sat at a table watching them being stupid, supported Jiang Peizhi's shoulders and said, "I'm telling you, It’s definitely more interesting to talk about a cross talk show at the New Year’s Eve party than for us to sing.”

Jiang Peizhi raised his eyebrows, and Wen Kuo said again: "During the second year of high school, the two of them performed a skit with Duan Fei. They were so stupid. I still keep the video."

"What about you? Have you never been there?"

Wen Kuo: "At that time they wanted to assign me the role of holding a vase. The first task was to stand holding the vase for 5 minutes, and then put flowers on top of the vase. Am I out of my mind? I won't act."

Jiang Peizhi thought about the scene, and laughed out loud. Wen Kuo saw him turn his head, and knew that the bastard was laughing at him, so he stretched out his hand to greet him: "Don't laugh."

Jiang Peizhi seriously commented: "It's pretty cute, it's a pity not to act."

"Don't fart, let you play your role?"

"Play." Jiang Peizhi said.

Wen Kuo didn't believe it: "You're lying to a ghost, then when you get back tonight, show me the top of the vase on the living room table."

Jiang Peizhi looked down at him: "There is a commemorative award for performing on stage, what award do I get for my performance?"

Wen Kuo clicked his tongue and laughed, "I'll applaud you as an audience."

"Don't applaud."

"What do you want?"

"let me see."

Wen Kuoxin said that I would reward you with ten sets of small questions to practice and spit you out.

After the rehearsal, Jiang Peizhi went back to his seat to pack his things. Wen Kuo put on his coat and stuffed his schoolbag into his arms: "Help me get that set of comprehensive science questions, the one I did in my self-study today."

Then I pulled on my coat and went to the bathroom.

At this point, the lights in many classrooms in Mingde Building are turned off, and most of the people are gone. The voice-activated lights in the corridor have been kept dark because of the long silence. Wen Kuo didn’t want to be like a psychopath who stomped his feet and hammered the wall, so he turned it on directly. The flashlight that came with the phone.

The door of the bathroom was ajar, and just as he was about to push it open, there was a loud noise from inside, and the voice-activated lights in the corridor turned on instantly, followed by a boy's low-pitched cursing.

"You run away, why don't you run away? You think we can't do anything about you if you hide from the branch school, don't you? You are really cheap, Ding thought."

Wen Kuo paused and frowned.

In the next second, he kicked the door open, and his voice was neither high nor low: "What are you doing? From another school?"

The light in the bathroom seemed to be broken, and it didn’t turn on with such a loud noise. He could barely see the situation in the bathroom with the help of the light in the corridor. Ding Xiang sat paralyzed on the steps of the bathroom, with his head pressed into the cubicle Inside, the boy who hit someone was not tall, and he looked a little ashamed of the audience.

When he saw Wen Kuo startled, he loosened his grip on Ding Xiang's hand: "Did you call someone?"

Wen Kuo had already stepped in with half a foot, and when he heard this, he thought of something, then leaned over and looked out, and found that no one was closing the door outside, and his eyes instantly darkened.

"Who are you? I don't know you, and I have no grievances with you. You don't mind your own business. You probably don't know. Ding Xiang owes me 8000 yuan and hasn't paid me back for two years. Did I ask him for the money?" Something wrong?"

Wen Kuo blinked, and got used to the dark environment: "It's only natural to pay back debts, but you can't do it if you come to our No. [-] Middle School from a foreign school, and you probably don't know it, I love it very much." Just meddle in your own business, I will take care of cats and dogs fighting in the bathroom today."

"Care? Return the [-] yuan for him if you have the ability, or don't bb." The boy seemed a little nervous, he was like a little chick in front of Wen Kuo, and such a person could beat Ding Xiang like this.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't have any money, so I can only manage it in another way." After he finished speaking, he glanced slowly, and the next second he lifted the mop at the door and slammed it. The boy was short and flexible. I was also very afraid of death, so I ran away immediately.

It's a pity that Wen Kuo has seen this scene too often, he kicked the person back from another direction the next second after he finished whipping him with the mop.

"Grass..." The boy fell to the ground in pain, and before he could swear, Wen Kuo went over and picked up his back collar, and threw him out: "Get out, if you don't leave, I'll be with you later." The table is also here, and he has a worse temper than me."

The boy wanted to say something, but when he heard this, he could only stare at him viciously. He knew that he couldn't beat the boy in front of him, let alone having an unfounded deskmate. He just came to ask for money and didn't want to be beaten, so he withdrew Two steps, ran downstairs from the other side.

Wen Kuo went to the sink and turned on the faucet, washed his hands and said, "I'm gone, you should go home soon."

"...Thank you." Ding Xiang's panting voice came, as if he was injured and was suppressing the pain.

"Are you hurt? Does it matter?"

Ding Xiang didn't stand up immediately, but fell silent, and Wen Kuo cast a puzzled look.

In the dark, Ding wanted to call him: "Wen Kuo."

Wen Kuo: "?"

"Actually, I know you. Did you do the Huai experiment in junior high school?"

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