MTL - With So Many Vests, I Overturned In Front of the School Grass-Chapter 43

"Busy, Director." Chu Yi pulled He Yu to stop, and greeted Zeng Guanghong as if chatting.

"Busy to catch you two!" Zeng Guanghong held a white leather notebook in his hand, and wrote them down after flipping through two pages.

"Have you finished remembering, Director?" Chu Yi asked again.

"Admonition! You are the director and I am the director? You are justified for violating discipline!" Director Zeng put down his book, glanced at He Yu, and hated iron for steel, "What's wrong with you! Let him lead you astray. He doesn't need to learn, what are you going to do? How can you support yourself if you don't study hard?"

"After getting married, it's not the joint property of the husband and wife," Chu Yi said happily, "You have a lot of troubles, and I will definitely give you a post when you get married."

"Chu Yi!" Director Zeng blushed with anger, and said in a thick voice, "You are puppy love now. I can't see you when you leave school, but you have to be good at school." Study! Don't fall in love early!"

"I don't want to make noise with you, I can't accept you if you follow." Chu Yi put his arms around He Yu from behind, swayed back and forth, smiling as if he had been praised, "Why are you so impatient."

"Shut up!!" Zeng Guanghong yelled angrily, so angry that he wanted them to write a 10,000-word self-criticism.

Chu Yi shook his head, walked to the rest area next to him and took out three plastic stools.

Give one to He Yu, then sit on one for himself, and finally use his feet to pick up one and put it next to Zeng Guanghong.

Zeng Guanghong was strangely silent for two seconds, and then broke out completely.

"Get up!! Violate discipline and want to take a good rest! Get out and help the school, make up for it!"

He Yu tried not to laugh, got up with Chu Yi, and followed behind him.

"What are you doing, Director?" Chu Yi asked.

"It's up to you!" Zeng Guanghong said angrily.

The students next to them were also quite accustomed to the posture, and few of them stretched their necks to watch the show.

After all, it would not be a complete day for their school grass and school grass boyfriend if they were not caught by Director Zeng twice a day.

Alas, they also want to have such a high-profile relationship.

"Here, just sit here." Zeng Guanghong moved a few chairs that were in the way, pointed to the small broken sun umbrella, "count the number of each class according to the color, and divide them one by one."

He Yu wanted to answer, "Don't you let us find the error rate?"

However, Director Zeng's obvious theoretical knowledge of field work is weak, so he didn't want them to do the second largest math problem, and only asked them to do the first-grade basic problems.

"I'll check your work when the competition starts." Zeng Guanghong gave Chu Yi a worried look before leaving, "You are not allowed to slip away. If you dare to slip away, I will ask the physical education teacher to disqualify both of you from the competition."

"That's kind." Chu Yi kicked the handle of the umbrella that was fixed on the ground, and snorted, "You specially picked out the most broken and smallest umbrella in a radius of a hundred miles for the two of us."

"If I had the time, I'd watch you two write the review!" Zeng Guanghong snorted and left with victorious strides.

"The director is really the pillar of the school's spiritual civilization." He Yu said looking at the back of Director Zeng radiating righteous light.

"The pillars don't need to be accompanied by etiquette," Chu Yi said.

Watching Director Zeng leave, He Yu squatted down and sat on the small bench with Chu Yi.

The two looked at each other, seeing helplessness and dumbfounding in each other's eyes, then lowered their heads tacitly at the same time, and began... counting the flags.

It was the kind of small rectangular flag the size of a palm. The plastic stick was less than 30 centimeters. The quality seemed to be in line with No. 1 Middle School's usual poverty-stricken style.

"Fifty-seven students in class one, sophomore year," He Yu murmured, he was just like this, he was busy doing everything, "one, two, three, four... thirty-six..."

"Brother, what color do you say looks good?" He Yu counted halfway to see the red ones and only a few were left, and decided to use the public for personal gain. "If you are rare, I will keep the red ones for our class."

"Let's keep the red ones," Chu Yi said, "Celebrate."

He Yu took out two of the flags that had been counted for class four and threw them aside, put the rest in his class's pile, and then counted fifty-eight green flags for class four.

"I also think it's red and festive," he said, "It looks like it's Chinese New Year in the past."

"Why don't you look like you're married?"

Chu Yi's subtle rhetorical question made He Yu's movements slow down a bit.

"Chinese weddings are indeed more beautiful." He held back for a while and uttered such an untruthful truth.

Although the life is deviant, an Omega works in the bar and is still a security guard.

But he is actually very traditional in his bones, especially in some aspects, he has his persistence.

For example, compared to those black and white dresses, he prefers big red wedding dresses.

From the time when he didn't have the concept of marriage, when he was as short as a little potato, he was wearing a ragged padded jacket and watched wedding clothes on TV, and he was instantly fascinated by it.

Big red, full of patterns, and hydrangea, so beautiful, and it looks very warm...

At that time, he didn't know what he was going to divide into. He only knew that the clothes were both men's and women's, and they both looked good.

The more than twenty small flags were counted quickly, and He Yu stood up and tapped his back, not tired, but felt that he had done a big job and had to tap.

"Brother, how do you send it? Go over and deliver it?" He asked Chu Yi.

Intuition told him that it was impossible for Chu Yi to send out shifts with a rag bag, the big boss has the style of a big boss.

Sure enough, Chu Yi took out his mobile phone and sent a message directly to the grade group.

Chu Yi: The smallest sun umbrella on the west side of the stadium takes the red flag.

Chu Yi’s Q|Q screen name is Chu Yi, and his avatar is also his own, but it’s not as coquettish as a WeChat avatar floating on the sea and stroking his hair. It’s a very ordinary profile photo, and the background should be in the class.

Wearing a white summer school uniform, with black hair and black eyes, like thick ink, he is handsome and very artistic.

So for Chu Yi, Q|Q is a diplomatic tool, and WeChat is a tool for his own people to come and go.

He is his own.

He Yu is beautiful at once.

Hey, he was "one of us" in the beginning.

He wasn't shy, he was just happy.

There was already a large row of people who sneaked into Hehele, and after a while, a group of people came down from the stands in all directions, from all classes, and their destination was this small sun umbrella with a few small holes in it.

He Yu didn't mind at first, and smiled like a flower leaning on his brother, but when the group of people approached, he suddenly couldn't laugh.

It's all Omega.

Pretty Omega, to be precise.

There are various types, those with oval faces, those with small round faces, those with pear dimples, those with tall legs and long legs, those with royal sister style, those with long hair, those with curly hair, men, women...

Fuck it.

He pretended to pick up the flag without any trace and moved aside, subtly blocking Chu Yi's front.

Look at it a few times, and then look at the eyeballs.

But he had too many targets, and the deterrent power of his eyes was small. Only the few in front realized that something was wrong and retreated back, while the large group behind continued to squeeze forward one after another.

There are also those who take the initiative to strike up a conversation.

A girl put away the flags in her class, and said reluctantly before leaving: "Chu Yi, have you been counting here? Why didn't you ask us to help?"

"We are happy to count ducks here, how many do you care about!" - He Yu Xinxin.

"That's right," someone echoed, "We're also idle when we're idle, and we won't be tired if we come to help."

"You can't even get tired of something that an S-level Alpha can get tired of? How the **** did you get into No. 1 Middle School? Your IQ is not one-third that of Jiang Yuenan's." - He Yu Xinxin.

"Chu Yi, do you have a game soon? I'll bring you water."

"I heard you applied for the 400-meter relay, come on!"

"I'll change the red flag to cheer you on!"

"Where are you going, Chu Yi, shall I accompany you?"

"Chu Yi..."

"..."

"Who to accompany? How to accompany?" He Yu held back for a long time and almost turned himself into a stuffy bastard. The fire in his head immediately spewed out from his eyeballs, stepping on the Omega who said he wanted to accompany Chu Yi just now. Qi Zi stared at him with squinted eyes, like a kind senior, and smirked kindly: "Why don't you ask brother Yu? Take it to the infirmary for me first."

"You, you are good, what are you doing in the infirmary?" The Omega blushed with shame, glanced at Chu Yi, and said aggrievedly: "I can't lift you."

"Hey, little friend, it hurts so much." He Yu patted him on the shoulder and casually said, "You can't even lift me up, so what else can you do to help Chu Yi?"

"You...you..." Omega was so angry that tears rolled around his eyes, and he looked around, trying to find his sisters to support him.

"You—" Just as the off-field aid was about to speak, Chu Yi glanced over and fell silent for an instant.

"Ten seconds, take it all away," Chu Yi took He Yu's hand, lazily, "I'm in a hurry for a date, and I don't have time to show you the broken flag."

He Yu is beautiful again.

At this moment, I felt that if there could be a barrage on a person's head, his current barrage would be "I'm fine".

"Don't go yet," Chu Yi didn't look at it, and played with He Yu's hat rope, "Slap each person with one mouth?"

A group of people suddenly picked up a stack, turned around and ran away, as if they had pressed fast forward.

Can't hook up, Chu Yi couldn't hook up before, and now he can't hook up even more.

If it crosses the line, he will really do it.

Can't do it, can't do it.

He Yuxiong turned his head arrogantly and met a pair of smiling eyes.

"..."

"Brother, I'm just afraid that the two of us... won't play well," He Yu made an excuse, feeling guilty for a while, "I'm just afraid of this, it will be so embarrassing if it's revealed."

"Well," Chu Yi said with a smile, "I believe it."

He Yu: "..."

After the flag was distributed, the two of them didn't know what to do, and walked around the edge of the stadium.

While canceling all physical education, art and music classes, No. 1 Middle School vigorously advocates all-round development of morality, intelligence, physical education and aesthetics. The stadium is beautifully built, and it shines brightly from afar, forming a stark contrast with the old teaching buildings.

"Our stadium can hold the Olympic Games," He Yu couldn't stand the silence, and said first, "This is fresh, it looks like it just came out of the oven."

"Li Jinhang's father paid for the building," Chu Yi said, "Hang'er wanted to go to sports, but thought the No. 1 Middle School's stadium was broken. His father donated a stadium to No. 1 Middle School in his third year of junior high school."

"I'll go," He Yu was shocked by the life of the rich for a second, "so pampered."

"Not all rich families are as weird as mine and Jiang Yuenan's family." Chu Yi pulled him to sit on a deserted grass.

"What does Hang'er do at home? I haven't inquired after we've known each other for so long." He Yu leaned closer to him.

"Open a hotel, the hotel chain two streets away from OTE, his family." Chu Yi said.

He Yu thought for a while, oh, it turns out that the big hotel that shone with golden light so far away belongs to Hang'er's family.

Fuck!

National chain!

"This is too fierce." He Yu calmed down for a while, and then said, "Hang'er will inherit a great career in the future."

"He doesn't inherit," Chu Yi said. "There are two older brothers and one older sister in the family. His parents are old enough to have children. He will have to rely on him even if he wants to pick up trash."

He Yu was silent for a while, agreeing with Chu Yi's sentence "Not all rich families are as wonderful as mine and Jiang Yuenan's family".

"Then what about you in the future?" He Yu asked suddenly.

The two were stunned at the same time.

He Yu didn't expect that he could utter such private words casually, it was not suitable for him to ask, nor could he ask.

Chu Yi didn't expect him to care about this.

"What do you think?" Chu Yi threw back the question, adding some technical content, "Based on what you've known me for so long."

He Yu paused, followed his heart, and said directly: "I don't think you will inherit the property."

The author has something to say: The author said while drinking tea: You have no heart for that old rebel who said that Saturday is 60,000 words a day!

Knock on the blackboard: for the first ten red envelopes, one will be drawn in a language that is fresh, old and cute! Chirp!

[The old rebellion with strange language in the previous issue

1. Sixth day, why 60,000 words a day! Duck empty! (In order to prevent birds from being confused, I choose empty)

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