Nonlinear Love

Su Huasheng gave him a deep look, lit a candle with a lighter, and said nothing.

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The next two days were weekends. Su Huasheng went out early and returned late again, but the topic of transfer was never brought up again.

Su Lian knew that this requirement was indeed a bit embarrassing.

After lunch on Sunday, Su Huasheng picked him up from the sofa: Let's go, I'll take you to school.

No, it's still early, I can go by myself. Su Lian picked up the school uniform on the sofa and lowered his head to put it on.

Don't wear it, let's go. Su Huasheng pushed people out impatiently, too lazy to explain too much.

The old motorcycle at the door was peeling off the paint, and Su Lian helped push it to the side path: I really don't need to send it, I won't skip class in the future.

Su Huasheng snorted softly, threw the helmet to him, turned over and got on the motorcycle: Don't talk nonsense.

Su Lian was in the same line as him with the coolness of this concise and concise statement.

The motorcycle galloped in the wind, and a huge wind whistled past. Crossing the streets, driving onto the bridge, and shrinking into a speeding afterimage in the noise of the foggy city.

Su Lian sat in the back seat, feeling the pain in his knuckles, but he felt the warmth coming from Su Huasheng's back.

He sniffed, and moved forward an inch stiffly and awkwardly.

When his face was stiff, the motorcycle stopped at the gate of No. 8 Middle School and braked with a squeak.

Su Huasheng lifted his legs down and clicked his tongue: What are you waiting for, pack your bags and go to No. 3 Middle School.

Turn? Su Lian came back to his senses, buckled his helmet and put it on the back seat.

Well, this is the last time I really believe you. If you don't study hard, I won't beat you up. By the way, I'll go to Class 6 to report on the evening self-study.

Su Huasheng pushed him on the shoulder and transferred 500 yuan to his WeChat: There's not much more, save a little. The accommodation fee will be paid to you for a semester. You can eat in the cafeteria when you have nothing to do. Don't be old. Run out.

Su Lian licked his lower lip and nodded coolly, I know.

Go, son of a bitch. Su Huasheng scolded with a laugh, and added, The meal is well-done, and I'll let you cook it next weekend.

Su Lian didn't hold back, and responded with a smile.

He walked into the dormitory of No. 8 Middle School with ease, but the roommate hadn't returned, and the room was empty. He slowly packed all his luggage, just a small box.

Maybe he is naturally cold, and his relationship with his roommates is neither salty nor weak, but he nodded jiāo.

Now that I'm packing my things and leaving, there doesn't seem to be any need to say hello.

Su Lian froze at the door for a few seconds while pinching the suitcase, then left gracefully.

After walking along the road to No. 3 Middle School, I stopped by the supermarket to buy some daily necessities and a bunch of health care products.

Angelica, Panax notoginseng, fern root powder... After paying for the messy things, only half of the five hundred yuan is left.

Poverty separates the walls, and Su Lian has not experienced the feeling of being stretched for a long time.

Staring at the numbers at the moment, I feel a pain in my brain, and I can't wait for the remaining two hundred and five in my pocket to be able to mitose.

After going back to No. 3 Middle School, I followed the road signs several times, almost lost my way, and finally found the boys' dormitory.

The dormitory is an aunt in her fifties, and her mouth is a mixture of dialect and Mandarin: Wait a minute, which room are you from?

I don't know, I just turned around, you can check it for me. Su Lian squeezed the trunk bar and pretended to be well-behaved.

As soon as the handsome guy acted coquettishly, the aunt softened her waist.

The curly-haired aunt smiled instantly: The new comer, then I know, Su Lian from Class 6 is right, 403.

She slammed open the drawer next to her, reached out and groped for a while, took out a large bundle of keys and turned it over for a long time, and finally picked out one and handed it over.

Thank you. Su Lian took it and squeezed it in his hand.

Auntie opened the chat box and couldn't help but ramble: You have two roommates that are very worrying, you don't want to learn from them. Close the door at twelve o'clock in the evening, turn off the lights at half past twelve, and sleep on the street if it is late, even if it is a handsome guy. I don't know how to act like a spoiled child, just so unselfish.

Su Lian: ...Okay.

Turning the keychain with his fingertips, he slowly walked up the stairs to the fourth floor and found 403.

Open the door and enter, the layout of the four-person room is clear at a glance, with the room above and the desk below.

The quilts on the two upper bunks on the left were messy, while the one on the right by the door was exceptionally neat. There is no choice, his seat can only be the one by the window.

After simply cleaning up, I checked the time, and immediately went to study at night.

Su Lianmu plugged in the wall-breaking machine he bought with a lot of money, angelica, panax notoginseng, fern root powder...

I threw a bunch of brain health ingredients into it, and then added water to boil for a while, making it suitable for dinner.

After eating, I made another one and poured it into a thermos.

It wasn't just the straw that broke the camel's back, it was Chili's current habit that would cause problems sooner or later.

The doctor is benevolent, this man has too many problems, he can only start with a healthy diet.

After finishing everything, he went out with his schoolbag. He turned left and right for a long time, and finally found Class 6 classroom.

Standing at the back door, he was hesitating whether to enter or not, when he saw the three brothers sitting in the last two rows and talking nonsense, quite on time.

Gu Anjiu's face was flushed, and he shouted with the first-hand gossip: I heard that the social brother from No. 8 High School has transferred to another school, and became famous, Shi Ting Niu, one-five-five, beat up everyone's bullshit, and all the staff were put off, even the teacher. Don't dare to ask too much

More, in the end it's over.