love you slowly

Chapter 39

"This is the end of the flag-raising ceremony, and the flag-raising ceremony is now invited to speak."

The pure voice of the student representatives gave the boring speech a sense of righteousness.

However, Lu Zhiyuan's attention was not on the rostrum but below the rostrum, because Meng Annan was standing there, and besides, there was Zhou Sheng.

"Did Brother Meng write the review himself?" Feng Ke poked Lu Zhiyuan.

Lu Zhiyuan stood on his feet and looked forward. When he saw Zhou Sheng, he never left Meng Annan's eyes. He gritted his teeth angrily, wishing to rush forward and bite Zhou Sheng into a third-level disability.

Feng Ke didn't get a response, so he turned his head and glanced at him, and saw that he was like a watchman, staring at the underside of the rostrum without blinking his eyes, and sparks were "biubiubiu".

"Who do you want to hit?" Feng Ke asked.

Lu Zhiyuan stared at Zhou Sheng's direction and said viciously, "Zhou! Sheng!"

Feng Ke took a look and found that Zhou Sheng was standing very close to Meng Annan. Although Meng Annan frowned and took a few steps back, he couldn't resist Zhou Sheng's pursuit.

"Then what is the grandson doing? Why does he keep sticking to my brother Meng?"

Lu Zhiyuan didn't know what he was holding on to, so he grabbed it tightly to vent his hatred.

"Oh my god!!!" Zhang Da let out a sharp scream.

Feng Ke followed the sound and saw that Lu Zhiyuan was grabbing Zhang Da's shoulder, twisting and pinching, it was heart-wrenching pain!

"Hiss~" Feng Ke looked at this scene and seemed to empathize with him, "Yuan, take it easy, Zhang Da is careless, be careful that he falls to the ground and blackmails you."

Zhang Da stretched out a chubby hand tremblingly and pressed the fierce claw on his shoulder, his small eyes blinked in pain, and the flesh under his eyelids seemed to be trembling, "Brother! Brother! Let go, let go!"

Lu Zhiyuan glanced at Zhang Da whose eyebrows and eyes were glued together, curled his lips, and mercifully let go.

"God bless, Amitabha!" Zhang Da heaved a sigh of relief as if he had regained his life, and his chubby hands rubbed his sore shoulders that were almost numb.

At this moment, the speech on the rostrum ended, and at the same time as the student representatives left, Luo Yanwang came up and tapped the microphone, "Students, don't disband yet." After speaking, he waved to the bottom of the rostrum.

Meng Annan didn't panic at all, and went up frankly with a piece of paper, Zhou Sheng followed behind, with a calm expression on his face, it seemed that they were not going to read the self-criticism in front of the whole school, but to speak under the national flag.

Luo Yanwang tapped the microphone with his chin to indicate that they can start.

Meng Annan was one step behind, obviously letting Zhou Sheng start first.

Zhou Sheng glanced at Meng Annan, a smile flashed in his eyes, he went straight to the microphone, picked up the manuscript and began to read.

"Last week I verbally provoked classmate Meng Annan due to my own reasons, which led to a dispute between the two. It was my fault. I apologize to classmate Meng Annan. From now on, I will definitely love my classmates and abide by discipline..."

"Cut!" Lu Zhiyuan's face was at least two meters long, and he looked at Zhou Sheng on the stage gloomily.

Feng Ke also frowned, but the thing in his heart was probably not the same as that of Lu Zhiyuan.

"Huh? Why do I feel that Zhou Sheng is defending Brother Meng? What kind of show is this?"

"Maintenance! I think he has bad intentions!" Lu Zhiyuan stared at the stage and said bluntly.

Lu Zhiyuan's angry Feng Ke was stunned for a moment. He looked at Lu Zhiyuan with an ugly face, and was about to say something. Suddenly, Zhou Sheng had finished speaking, and Meng Annan took the manuscript and walked to the microphone. .

"Hey, it's Brother Meng."

Meng Annan held the manuscript but didn't read it. He stared straight ahead with no fluctuations in his tone: "I won't hit someone without saying hello in the future. This time I was wrong, and I won't make such a mistake again in the future."

Zhou Sheng read for at least 3 minutes, and Meng Annan's words probably lasted only 1 minute.

"If I understand correctly, my brother Meng means that in the future, he will say hello before hitting someone." Feng Ke raised his eyebrows and patted Lu Zhiyuan.

Lu Zhiyuan's pot-like face finally got better, he nodded, "Well, probably."

Standing on one side, Luo Yanwang's eyes almost popped out. He looked at his watch and found that it was almost time for class. He glanced at Meng Annan with a worried face, and waved his hand to signal the two to go down.

Meng Annan bowed without changing his face, turned around, and strode off the rostrum.

Zhou Sheng followed closely behind.

There was a blind spot at the corner of the rostrum, and no one on the playground could see what was going on here. Meng Annan stopped a step, waited until Zhou Sheng came over, turned and looked at him and said, "Don't mess with Lu Zhiyuan, otherwise... . " He glanced at Zhou Sheng's feet, "I'll make it impossible for you to go to the track and field for the rest of your life."

Without waiting for Zhou Sheng's reaction, he turned around and walked towards the position of the first class.

Zhou Sheng watched him walk back to the class line step by step, and smiled at the person beside him, as if it was another person who threatened people fiercely just now.

"Heh." Zhou Sheng sneered, "I'll wait."

Lu Zhiyuan glanced at Zhou Sheng who was a few steps behind and walked towards Class [-], and glanced at Meng Annan, "Did the two of you secretly say something just now?"

Meng Annan looked at the full face of the person next to him, "I'm not happy, please coax me" and said with a smile, "Guess."

"What the fuck!" Lu Zhiyuan stomped on Meng Annan viciously, and it happened that they were also disbanded at this time, and he grabbed Feng Ke beside him and walked forward.

"Feng Ke." Meng Annan followed behind with a low voice.

Feng Ke was shocked when he heard it, he had never thought that hearing his own name was such a terrible thing.

He desperately broke free from Lu Zhiyuan's shackles, and wanted to flee to Zhang Da in front of him. He had never felt that Zhang Da's back was so thick and safe.

Lu Zhiyuan grabbed Feng Ke's back collar with a long hand, gritted his teeth and asked, "Where are you going?"

Feng Ke wished he could tuck his collar into a ball and strangle him around his neck, so he could just kill himself, he couldn't fight the other.

For some reason, he had a flash of inspiration and came up with a way, although he didn't know the reason for his inspiration for this way.

He yelled in the direction of Meng Annan behind him: "Zhou Sheng!"

Sure enough, Lu Zhiyuan didn't care about Feng Ke anymore. He let go of his hands, frowned, and then turned to look at Meng Annan. Feng Ke seized the gap, stepped onto Zhang Da's back in two steps, and pushed Zhang Da, the big fat man, ran forward desperately like a firecracker.

When he turned around, Lu Zhiyuan's hands were empty. He looked at Feng Ke who was running at a speed of escape, and Zhang Da who was dragged away without knowing it. The backs of the fat and thin made Lu Zhiyuan silent for a long time.

Meng Annan walked to Lu Zhiyuan's side and hooked his shoulder, "They ran away, didn't they still have me?"

Lu Zhiyuan glanced at him and said, "Go find your Zhou Sheng!"

Meng Annan put his arms around the man and pushed him forward, "Who is he? I don't know him."

"Fart! I'll just read a self-examination and excuse you!"

"That's his brain twitch, and I'm the victim."

"Get out! Don't touch me!"

"Cross."

The students who came and went would take a look at the two quarreling people. Firstly, they were good-looking, and secondly, they had never seen such a big person arguing like a child, which was kind of cute.

Last week's English test results came out, and Lu Zhiyuan failed again, living up to expectations. Meng Annan looked at the 58 points on the test paper, and then glanced at Lu Zhiyuan who was sitting next to him, gnawing on a chicken leg, and sighed. Spread the paper and cover Lu Zhiyuan's head.

"How can this be done?"

Lu Zhiyuan shook his head to shake off the paper, bit the last bite of meat, sucked the meat residue on the bone, threw the bone on the table casually, and spread his hands to wait.

Meng Annan took out a tissue and put it in Lu Zhiyuan's hand, picked up the bone on the table and threw it into the garbage bag, and wiped the table.

After eating and drinking, Lu Zhiyuan took a little time to look at his English paper where his father swung his fist and his mother slapped him.

"Hey, two points more than last time."

Meng Annan was overwhelmed by Lu Zhiyuan's optimistic attitude, "Are you still proud?"

Lu Zhiyuan flicked the scroll and said, "I've made progress, shouldn't I be encouraged?"

Meng Annan raised his forehead, "I'll encourage you when your score span exceeds [-]."

Lu Zhiyuan opened his mouth and was about to say something, but Meng Annan seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and added: "Go up."

"Oh."

Meng Annan roughly read Lu Zhiyuan's paper, and there were not many questions, just three points: "I can't remember the words, I can't understand the essays, and I can't write the composition."

It doesn't matter, there is help.

Lu Zhiyuan glanced at Meng Annan, and found that he was gritting his teeth as if he was enduring something, and quietly leaned over to his arm and violently pulled a hair.

"Damn it!" Meng Annan opened his eyes violently and rubbed his arms fiercely, "Why are you pulling out my hair?"

Lu Zhiyuan blew on the too fine hair on his hands, "I see you have closed your eyes for a long time, try to see if you are still alive."

Meng Annan looked at Lu Zhiyuan's face full of disapproval, sighed, and tugged at his ears, "Just make trouble."

Lu Zhiyuan shook his fine hair in front of Meng Annan.

"Back to you."

"Sent you off."

During the English class in the afternoon, the English teacher explained the papers as usual, Lu Zhiyuan listened drowsily, tilting his head on the table little by little, every time Lu Zhiyuan was about to fall asleep, Meng Annan would tease him He didn't pluck out the fine hairs, and he let go if it hurt people.

"Please, just let me sleep." Lu Zhiyuan rubbed his hair painfully, his eyelids always wanted to stick together uncontrollably.

While annotating the paper, Meng Annan said, "Impossible, why don't you keep your eyelids open."

Resigned to his fate, Lu Zhiyuan supported his chin with both hands, pressed the corners of his eyes with his index finger and thumb, and the eyes did open, but he couldn't resist the eyeballs insisting on rolling up.

Meng Annan just finished taking notes and turned his head to look at Lu Zhiyuan. When he saw this, he was taken aback. His body reflexively bounced back, and the chair rubbed against the ground making a harsh sound.

The people in front turned their heads to take a look, and immediately burst out laughing.

Lu Zhiyuan's image at this time is really not very good-looking, his eyes are deformed with his hands, his head is raised, his mouth is wide open, his eyes are rolled, he looks like a hanged ghost.

The English teacher is a girl, surnamed Ye, who is only 26 years old at a young age. She does not put on airs as a teacher at ordinary times, and gets along very happily with her classmates.

After hearing the movement, she glanced back and couldn't help laughing.

She controlled the sound of her high heels and walked to Lu Zhiyuan's seat. Meng Annan wanted to wake him up, but Teacher Ye made a silent gesture and waved his hand to signal Meng Annan to keep quiet.

Lu Zhiyuan still maintained his appearance as a hanged ghost, sleeping unconscious, and had no idea that at this moment the whole group's eyes were gathered on him, and a good show was about to be staged on him.

Teacher Ye gently put a piece of chalk in Lu Zhiyuan's mouth into Lu Zhiyuan's mouth, but he never expected that Lu Zhiyuan would reflexively close his mouth and bite off the chalk.

Smash it, smash your mouth, and even chewed.

Meng Annan was to blame for this habit, because in the past when Lu Zhiyuan dozed off with his head propped up in class, Meng Annan would find something to eat and stuff it into his mouth, and it became a habit.

It's the same this time.

All of a sudden, the classroom burst into laughter, and the roaring laughter drove away everyone's drowsiness. The whole class turned their heads to look at the strange image of Lu Zhiyuan. Feng Ke even took out his mobile phone in front of the teacher. Lu Zhiyuan's Black History took more than a dozen photos.

If Lu Zhiyuan didn't wake up with such a loud noise, then he would really be no different from a pig. He slowly opened his eyes, and seeing Teacher Ye in front of him, he was so frightened that he jumped back and slipped out with the chair A few steps away, thinking about the taste in his mouth, he felt that the taste was not right, subconsciously glanced at Meng Annan, tilted his head and spat it all out, and Meng Annan handed over a bottle of water in a timely manner.

After rinsing his mouth, Lu Zhiyuan silently worked on his mental health for a long time before he dared to raise his head. He glanced at Teacher Ye and called out cautiously: "Teacher."

Teacher Ye couldn't help but laugh too. He wanted to play tricks on him and wake him up, but he never expected that he would actually chew the chalk.

"Why did you eat the chalk?" Teacher Ye wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, looked at the embarrassed Lu Zhiyuan and said, "Okay, stop laughing, thank you Lu Zhiyuan for driving you away Dozed off, let’s continue with the lecture.”

After the teacher left, Lu Zhiyuan turned his head to stare at Meng Annan. He was fierce, especially fierce. If Lu Zhiyuan's eyes could breathe fire, Meng Annan would probably turn into a human-shaped piece of black charcoal by now.

Reflexively, Meng Annan hid back, with an innocent expression on his face, and opened his mouth to shout: "I was wronged, I want to remind you, the teacher won't let me."

Lu Zhiyuan couldn't tell if he was suffering, but this time he was so ashamed. Looking at Feng Ke who kept turning his head and looking back, he suddenly felt that the world was not worth it!

Meng Annan looked at Lu Zhiyuan lying listlessly on the table, smiled and approached him, and asked, "Is chalk delicious?"

Lu Zhiyuan's body froze, and it happened that the get out of class was over at this time, so he suddenly became violent, "I will strangle you to death!!!!"

After taking a shower at night, as soon as Meng Annan entered the room, he saw Lu Zhiyuan lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone, no matter how much noise Meng Annan made, he never turned his head to look at it.

After Meng Annan dried her hair, she knelt on the edge of the bed with one leg, touched Lu Zhiyuan's head, and leaned into his ear and said, "Are you still angry?"

Lu Zhiyuan moved to the side, opened a long distance, and continued to play with his phone.

Meng Annan leaned over Lu Zhiyuan's body, bit his earlobe, and said in a low voice, "You are unreasonable."

Lu Zhiyuan turned over and pressed Meng Annan on the bed, straddled his waist, lowered his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"What did you tell Zhou Sheng today?"

Meng Annan was taken aback, put one hand behind his head, and looked at the person on him with a half-smile, "So you're angry about this?"

Lu Zhiyuan pinched his legs and looked down at him: "Say it!"

Meng Annan supported Lu Zhiyuan's lower back with one hand, holding a piece of meat and gently pinching it, as if trying to comfort an angry cat.

"I just keep him away from us, it's better not to appear in front of us."

Lu Zhiyuan stared at Meng Annan for several seconds, as if he was judging the authenticity of this sentence. After a while, he restrained his gaze and finally believed it.

"Then what does he want to do? I think he has something wrong with you."

Lu Zhiyuan pursed his lips.

Meng Annan pinched Lao Gao's mouth, and said with a smile, "Oh, I can hang my dad's teapot now."

"I don't want to know what he wants to do. I just want this name not to appear between us in the future. He really doesn't matter."

Lu Zhiyuan thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's fine."

After a while, Lu Zhiyuan, who was finally stroking his hair, remembered something, raised his eyebrows angrily, stared at Meng Annan and said, "Why didn't you wake me up for your fucking English class today!! ??"

Hearing this, Meng Annan's half-raised body fell back again. He said helplessly, "Ancestor, why are you still doing it for a while? Didn't I say it? The teacher won't let me."

Lu Zhiyuan shook his head like a rattle, "I won't listen, I won't listen!!!"

"Then what do you want to do?"

Meng Annan knew that Lu Zhiyuan was going to make a fuss for a while, just like a child having a temper tantrum, he could only accompany him to make a fuss.

"I'm going to bite you to death!" It was so fierce.

"Oh," Meng Annan sighed, "Come on, come on, I'll bite you."

Meng Annan sent his neck out as he spoke, just like coaxing a child.

Lu Zhiyuan was very obedient, he would bite without saying a word.

Immediately, Meng Annan's screams were endless.

"Damn! You really bite!!!"

"You think I'm joking with you? Dreaming!!"

"Ahhh!!! Dad! Come on! You are going to lose your beloved son!!"

Meng Huaicheng drank his tea calmly, and shook his head towards the door where there were constant noises of fighting, laughing and cursing.

"Two brats! Show off! Who hasn't been young?"