The weekend subject exam is different from the weekly exam. It is not only the ranking of the scores, but also involves re-dividing the studio.

The results were sorted out that night.

Someone didn't move.

For example, Liu Ke, she is still hanging on the first one.

Some people have changed a lot.

For example, Chen Yu, when she came in, she missed the exam and was randomly arranged to enter the third studio. The teacher's original words were to draw first.

This time she had a very high grade, and she went directly to the second studio and entered the first studio.

After this exam, the atmosphere in the studio changed.

The factors of competition sprout and grow in the laughter and striking sounds, and they will break through the peace at some point.

In the third studio, only Jiang Sui and Xie Sansi did not move, and the other four left high and the lower low.

Let’s go to another batch, and the same goes for other studios.

Other places are not like this, but logs are so virtuous.

According to their Teacher Zhao, this can inspire ambition under the motivation of shame and vanity.

Downstairs, in the small square.

Jiang Sui sat on a big rock ball and watched the moon.

Xie Sansi huffed and ran back two laps, panting and panting: "Brother Sui, Chen Yu is going to the first studio."

Jiang Sui pointed to a part of his face: "What's this?"

Xie Sansi replied: "Eyes."

Jiang Sui pointed to another place: "What about this?"

Xie Sansi replied: "Ears."

"Silly son," Jiang Sui said earnestly, "so dad can see and hear."

Xie Sansi: "..."

Jiang Sui bent down, supported his knees with both hands, inserted his slender fingers into his short hair, and stroked them back one after another.

Xie Sansi wiped his face. He felt that Brother Sui's face somehow had a little sadness.

It was like an old farmer who worked hard for a quarter. Seeing the yield was abundant and he was waiting for the day of harvest, he didn't expect a blizzard to come, with no harvest and a mess.

How could it be so miserable?

Xie Sansi was abused by his own imagination. He walked under the street lights, kicked the little stone away, and sighed: "Brother Sui, aren't you going?"

Jiang Sui pressed his scalp and said, "Where to go?"

Xie Sansi was confused: "Of course it is the first studio."

Jiang Sui didn't raise his eyelids: "Go to your mother, your brother Sui is a chubby."

"Don't, Brother Sui, don't say that, don't say that," Xie Sansi said in horror, "If you are a croaker, what am I?"

Jiang Sui pulled his lips: "Cooked duck?"

Xie Sansi discussed: "Can you not be a duck?"

Jiang Sui said: "Then let's goose."

Xie Sansi was about to say ok, but he got to his mouth, and he realized, no, where did he say this?

"Brother Sui!"

That tone was like an old lady feeling heartbroken, slapped her thighs and shouting, "My son."

Jiang Sui kicked him out.

There is only one river left in the small square, and it is a single shadow.

The autumn wind blows, the dead leaves float, and the miserable sadness. If there is an Erhu, it will be amazing.

Jiang Sui pressed his head for a while, and the more he pressed it, the more painful it became. He took out a cigarette from his coat pocket, bit it with his teeth, and crushed it into the light yellow cigarette butt.

A wisp of tobacco penetrated into his mouth along the mark and quickly melted with his breathing.

"Damn it, so hard, what's the point of smoking?"

Jiang Sui held the cigarette in disgust and clicked the lighter. The fire did not come out. He pressed the button with his thumb and sniffed a cluster of small flames, which was extinguished before he could get close.

What are some things to do? The lighter is against me?

Can life be passed?

Jiang Sui was unskilled to block the wind with his hands, lowered his head and rolled the cigarette to the lighter's mouth. As soon as the flames rushed out, they ignited.

A cloud of smoke slowly rose up. Jiang Sui put on the lighter, held it in his hand and played boredly for a few times. He raised his head back and looked at the night sky, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was very immersive.

However, there was no emotion in my eyes and my mind was empty.

To put it bluntly, I'm just staring in a daze.

I don’t know how long it took, a young couple passed by the small square. The first second was sticky and there was no one walking like a person. They touched and hugged each other, and then started arguing in the next second. As they were all quarreling with their parents, they started a fight.

You slap me once, and I will give you back once.

He did not let go of water every time, and the movement was very large. He threw it firmly, and with a snap, hitting his heart.

There seemed to be a blast in the air.

The cigarette on Jiang Sui's mouth shook and almost fell off. He took a breath and said incredibly, "Tsk" and said, "It's a matter of falling in love and having fun."

Fortunately, I won’t talk.

Jiang Sui thought this way and felt that the cigarette was not easy to smoke and it was not good. He clamped the cigarette between his fingers, lowered his eyebrows and pinched it for a while.

Just as Jiang Sui was about to get up and leave, the two of them hugged each other.

And start the tongue|kiss.

"..." I fuck.

Brother Sui, who had never held a girl's hand, was hit critically.

When Jiang Sui returned to the studio, his eyes were red, and his hair was messy on his forehead, which felt a little depressed and decadent.

Xie Sansi was stunned: "Brother Sui, your eyes..."

Jiang followed his eyes to understand his thoughts, and his temples couldn't help but smoked: "It's choking for smoke."

Xie Sansi took a deep breath, looking like he was having difficulty digesting the news, and wanted to say something but stopped: "I understand."

"It's the same as when sand enters my eyes."

Jiang Sui smiled: "Come here."

Xie Sansi got fur all over and laughed dryly: "No, I want to count the drawing paper for my sister."

Jiang Sui's eyes swept over.

The girl squatted on the ground with her back to him, with a bunch of half-new and old painting tools scattered in front of her, and she was tidying up one by one.

The drawing board on the easel has been taken down, and the moving signs are very heavy, mixed with a strange sense of parting ways.

Jiang Sui leaned against the door frame and squinted casually. What are you doing? Isn’t it just moving from the third studio to the first studio?

I am still in the same house, entering and exiting the gate every day.

Those who look up and see each other will still have to be together in sketching. As for such a big scene?

Jiang Sui raised his foot and walked over: "Are you leaving?"

Chen Yu threw the pencil tip into the trash can on the side: "Wait a minute."

"It's quite grand, classmate Chen," Jiang Sui looked at her hair, "What should I say?"

He sneered: "If you are rich and noble, don't forget each other?"

Chen Yu raised his head.

Jiang Sui lowered his eyes and looked at the girl, looking at her calmness, his tone became worse and worse: "Follow your energy, or say, change me, let's go, let's go, people, you have to learn to grow up by yourself?"

“…”

Xie Sansi has been doing his best to act as a background board, so he can't hold it anymore. He quickly put down the drawing paper and twitched his face and peed.

By the way, I stopped a few buddies who were going to move in.

The room was quiet.

It lasted less than ten seconds before it was broken by Chen Yu's voice. She looked at Jiang Sui and said, "Why are your eyes so red?"

Jiang Sui put his hands in his pockets and sat lazily on the stool: "I choked on a sip of smoke when I watched the fun, and I coughed up."

Chen Yu frowned: "Are you smoking?"

Jiang Sui subconsciously shook his head: "Don't pump."
To be continued...