Youth, love


    "Lu He, I''ll play with your game machine. If you don''t play with it, you might as well put it here!"


    Jiang Beicheng, sitting in the back, blocked Lu he''s shoulder with his head close to his head.


    Hearing his voice, Lu he immediately leaned back and staggered his body movements.


    Tone light, "far away."


    Jiangbei became aware of his dislike. He covered his face and made a heartbroken look. His voice was sharp. "You men don''t have a good thing. When you get it, they don''t cherish it. They also let people stay away. If they don''t like you, will they be so close to you?"


    "Ah ~" he also poked Lu he''s chest with his index finger.


    The corner of Lu he''s mouth sucked, and the game console he just took out immediately slipped back into his bag, "roll!"


    Class is not noisy, his voice can be regarded as opening up the students to talk.


    Yu Yuanqing didn''t see Jiangbei like this. He looked disgusted. "I said Jiangbei


    Cheng, you''re sick, not transsexual. How come you haven''t seen me for a few days? I''m even more angry with your mother! "


    Jiangbei Cheng clapped his hands and rolled his eyes, "OK, no more noise. Brother Lu, give me the game console to play with. I haven''t touched it for so many days. This hand is itchy."


    Jiang Beicheng''s face suddenly swelled up some time ago. I don''t know who he was beaten by.


    Yu Yuanqing saw his swollen little face for the first time. He saw the ghost''s expression on his face. "Lying trough, who are you fighting? Which grandson is so bold! "


    With that, Yu Yuanqing was angry, and his eyes glared like a bell, "who''s going to fight! Take grandfather to him


    Although the wound on the face was not beaten, Jiang Beicheng was still moved and in a mess, "Qingqing, you are still good to me!"


    Later a check, jiangbeicheng''s face is mumps, Yu Yuanqing immediately a look of disgust to hide to one side, "Ya''s roll away, back to infect me, affect me to pick up girls."


    Jiangbeicheng is like a abandoned girl, trembling with orchid fingers, ready to cry, "Qingqing!"


    Yu Yuanqing: "don''t call Laozi Qingqing, his mother''s cry is far better than Qingqing!


    Jiang Beicheng asked for leave for half a month, but Su Ruan was not familiar with him.


    Taking the game machine, Jiangbei Chengle bumps back to his seat to play the game. Su Ruan turns back and pretends to read the new blackboard newspaper without any trace, and takes a look at Lu He.


    I didn''t expect to hit his line of sight.


    Su Ruan felt guilty in his indifferent eyes. "The blackboard is very good, very good-looking..."


    Su Ruan''s face at the moment must be like a cooked prawn.


    Lu he followed her line of sight back, fixed on the blackboard newspaper two boys and girls in school uniforms looking at each other.


    There was an invisible smile on his lips. "Do you like this?"


    This one, which one?


    Seeing the contents of the blackboard newspaper, Su Ruan wanted to be killed.


    Two students holding books and wearing school uniforms, smiling and looking at each other, although it is a picture, it can already make people feel the atmosphere of love. What''s more, there are a few big words on the blackboard: "youth, love!"


    This blackboard report out of really bold, Su soft embarrassed smile twice, want to open the topic, "do you also play games?"


    Without waiting for Lu He to answer, Yu Yuanqing took over, "Lu he certainly plays, and not just plays. This pervert has cleared all the Games in his game console."


    Yu Yuanqing gritted his teeth, "metamorphosis is metamorphosis, you know, I and Jiangbei Cheng are just a couple


    There are only two games to play


    Lu he glanced at Yu Yuanqing impatiently, "do you rent your mouth?" You can die with less words.


    Yu Yuanqing''s index finger and thumb zipped his mouth, "OK, you talk, you talk."


    The goods are in the way.


    The blush on Su Ruan''s face hasn''t completely faded, her eyes are bright, with some worship, "Lu He, you are so powerful!"


    Lu he suddenly felt that his heart was hit by a heavy blow. It didn''t hurt. He felt like he was in the cotton.


    His voice rarely brings pleasure. "Can''t you play games?"


    Su soft shook his head, "No."


    Otherwise, Su Ruan is a typical good baby. She has never done anything extraordinary since she was a child.


    For playing games, she didn''t want to play. She had secretly played a few words about snake before.


    But every time just at the beginning, she was eaten by others. Several times, Su Ruan couldn''t raise her interest.


    Yu Yuanqing has been listening to the side, "isn''t it? How boring your life is, don''t you play with chicken and king?"


    Lu He glances at Yu Yuanqing, who is honest immediately.


    Su Ruan pinched her fleshy hand, and the dimple on her mouth was particularly intoxicating. She shook her head and seemed to be depressed, "I haven''t played."


    Lu He pursed his lips.


    Today''s first class is just the old Hou''s. as soon as he entered the door, he saw the new blackboard newspaper on the blackboard behind.


    I thought it was my old eyes and I was confused. I took off my glasses and looked again. It was still the big words or the two ambiguous men and women.


    The first time Su Ruan saw Hou so angry, it was not only Su Ruan, but also some of his classmates who were brought by Hou from senior one. They followed him after the division of Arts and Sciences. It was also the first time to see him so angry.


    Fell the book, the corners of the mouth of the gas all have some shiver, "this blackboard newspaper who come out of!"


    "Is not enough tension or you think you can pass the test into their ideal university!"


    "The last year, senior three, you still have leisure to think about other things!"


    In the middle of the class stood a girl who looked thin, tall and gentle.


    Su Ruan remembers her name as Wu Peirong.


    "I draw, and I write."


    Su Ruan really admired her at this time. She seemed to have expected Lao Hou''s anger. Yes, the person who can write love on the blackboard newspaper should not be timid.


    The class was silent. Hou shivered his fingers and lost his voice. After a while, he said, "come out with me!"


    Wu Peirong went out with the old Hou and went to the door. The old Hou turned back, but his anger didn''t go down. "This class is self-study. The monitor will remember my name, and all of them will sweep the toilet for me for a semester!"


    …


    Su Ruan and song Siqiao look at each other, and no one dares to speak.


    Although she saw song Siqiao full of gossip and wanted to share it with her.


    Afraid song Siqiao couldn''t help it, Su Ruan specially pointed out the direction of the toilet to song Siqiao, suggesting that she didn''t want to sweep the toilet.


    Song Siqiao shriveled, and she didn''t want to.


    In the next few classes, no one dares to speak. The teachers who come to class still don''t know what happened. They are a little strange. They want to ease the atmosphere today with a smile. "What''s the matter? Am I too handsome today?"


    …


    OK, class.


    After school, Wu Peirong didn''t come back. After class, he listened to song Siqiao''s gossip for a long time.


    Wu Peirong has always been courageous. He likes a person and never wants to cover up.


    It''s said that she has a crush on Sun Changzhou in the next class. Su Ruan saw the flag raiser the last time she raised the national flag.


    Before Su Ruan transferred to another school, he was behind Lu He in every exam. After su Ruan came, he was not only behind Lu He, but also behind Su Ruan now.


    Su Ruan thought about her appearance. It seems that it''s OK. It''s the pure one.


    "It''s said that Wu Peirong drew the blackboard newspaper for him, and specially pulled him to stand at the door to see it," song Siqiao said mysteriously, "but I don''t think that sun Changzhou is a responsible boy. At that time, Wu Peirong was asked to erase it."


    Song Siqiao was a little worried, so he took out the dried sweet potato in the drawer and took a bite of it. "Why do all the flowers like to be put on the cow dung now, and all the good cabbages like to be arched by pigs?"


    Carrying a bag out of the school, Su Ruan still went back to the florist, waiting for her mother to come home together.


    After washing, Su Ruan hears the rain outside. She opens the window and looks at it. It''s raining heavily. There''s an atmosphere suitable for sleeping on the window.


    Su Ruan is wiping her wet hair, and her face is still a little pink.


    The toes are as mellow as white jade, and they curl up lovingly.


    It''s wechat.


    Su Ruan thought it was group news, but she was not ready to read it.


    Within two seconds, there was another ring. It was QQ.


    Su Ruan put down the towel and took the mobile phone. When she saw the notice on her face, she was stunned for a moment.


    QQ and wechat nicknames are simple English letters, LH.


    But the friend application says, I''m Lu He.


    I''m Lu He. Even if he doesn''t add these four words, Su Ruan knows that he is Lu He. After all, Su Ruan has been staring at his black head for a long time.