Vol 3 Chapter 493: crack

With all the scrutiny gazes along the way, Lu Zhengkang looked righteous, and some teachers he knew came over to tease him, but Lu just said that he was sending a female classmate who was unwell to bed. The pure socialist successors help each other and unite and fraternity.
"You can't use the back, do you have to hold it?" The history teacher smiled and shook his head. He was a dark and skinny middle-aged man with a simple and honest smile, both old and pedantic, but also rustic.
"Report teacher, I just want to hold her."
"Boy, it's reasonable to say such shameless words, hurry up, don't be seen by the teaching director and your class teacher, or you will have good fruit." The engineering teacher joked on the side, this is a fat man with a thick beard. The tone is serious, but his face is full of oily furry smirk.
"Thank you, teacher, goodbye, teacher." Lu Zhengkang passed by with several of his teachers, Su Xiangli, who was shrunken on his shoulders, poked out his head with a blushing face, and said to these unconventional old guys. "Hello teacher."
Secretly watching them go away, Su Xiang's tense emotions in his renunciation also relaxed, and suddenly grabbed Lu Zhengkang by the neck.
"Wow, you are a dog?" Lu Zhengkang was pretending again, thinking in his heart, Su Xiangli's good teeth may leave a circle of regular marks, and then use a ballpoint pen to draw the hour and minute hands in the mark. That is one piece. Table up.
Su Xiangli vomited for a while, "Salty."
"That is, can't let you taste the sweetness."
When she reached the door of the Twelve Apartment, Su Xiangli jumped down briskly, "Wait for me." After speaking, she turned around and jumped into the building without any signs of physical discomfort.
Lu Zhengkang looked up at the sky, the clouds were clear and sunny, and Wan Lai was everywhere. The Dragon Boat Festival was already summer. In May, it was also called Yu Zheng in ancient times. In the Song Dynasty, Zheng Gang had a poem saying: "The Spring Festival Gala is steaming like a hot summer, and the dynasty is like Qing Qi. "In the morning and evening, there are some comfortable small winds that can blow your chest. At noon, the sun is scorching, the humidity is high, and the air pressure is low. It really feels like being in a steamer. It is not neat for everyone to wear short sleeves.
Lu Zhengkang found a stone bench under a huge camphor tree in front of the dormitory. Although the summer was hot, the stone pier in the shade of the tree was still cold and cold-comfortable.
Now it’s the second semester of the second year of junior high. I have been in this school for two years. I have to leave here for another year. To be honest, he hasn’t walked around this huge campus. , There is no time to go.
Alas, it’s been a long time since I went home. There was no rest time in this school throughout the week. The last time I went home was Labor Day.
The phone vibrated. Lu Zhengkang looked up and admired the dense canopy of camphor trees. He didn't want to lift the phone, so he took out a Bluetooth headset from his pocket and put it into his ear hole.
The smart phone operating system made a beep and said in a calm electronically synthesized voice: "You have an unread email."
Lu Zhengkang put his arms around his chest, "read it."
"Sender: Sun Sheng, Remarks: Second Sister," Lu Zhengkang listened and smiled. It was actually a letter from the family and thought it was an advertisement. The advertisement here refers to the questionnaires and product pushes of technology companies. There will be nothing strange.
The second sister is very prudent and reserved, and she doesn't send emails to him often, which is rare today.
"Brother, my sister and I miss you very much. Something happened at home. Mom and Dad had a big quarrel. If you have time, please come back quickly." The pronunciation of the electronic sound is flat and accurate without any fluctuations.
The sunlight passed through the cracks in the dense tree canopy, causing Lu Zhengkang's eyeballs to sting. He stood up abruptly, closed his eyes, rubbed his eyelids, and felt an unspeakable irritability in his heart.
Lu Zhengkang looked at the building of the Twelfth Apartment. Pieces of huge glass were blocked by curtains, and some of them had not been closed. You could see the dull interior. Clothes and pants hung on the clothes rail, silent behind the reflection of the glass. There is no dry warm air outside to shake them.
It doesn't matter if you can't see Su Xiangli.
Lu Zhengkang pressed the headset, "Send an email to Su Xiangli."
"The email has been created, recipient: Su Xiangli, remarks: Su Su. Please enter the text."
"I have some things to be busy. You can take a good rest in the dormitory. You may not go to class in the afternoon. You have to go home. Don't work hard for ballet." He walked to the side of the road, took a scooter, and walked towards the teaching building. Hurry up, "Check spelling, send mail."
"Message has been sent."
Lu Zhengkang took off his headphones.
When I found the class teacher, she was eating with a group of teachers in the office. The adults were very lazy. They discussed taking turns to bring meals so that they could comfortably stay in a constant temperature and humidity air-conditioned room and wait for a meal. If they are in the dormitory, they can directly ask the robot in the cafeteria to deliver food, which is more convenient.
Therefore, the smell of food and the warm and leisurely atmosphere are permeating the office, and even Lu Zhengkang's hunger is a little bit ready.
"Ms. Wei, I want to take a day off."
"Why?" The head teacher swallowed the little meat bun in her mouth and stared at Lu Zhengkang with her turmeric eyes. The teenager could notice the oily shine on the woman's lips, and her exaggerated waves are still so exaggerated, now they look like a The lion, which had just been soaked in oil, flicked his mane and stared at the little wolf who disturbed her irritably.
"Something happened at home."
"Let your parents call me."
"The thing is on them."
The food in the office is still being carried out in an orderly manner. The fragrance of the food and the warm atmosphere of family dinners make Lu Zhengkang more irritable, and the head teacher also more irritable.
"To be clear about what it is, generally speaking, you are not allowed to leave school. Regardless of your good grades, you can feel that you can ignore the school regulations. You can't let go of school leaving. It's one size fits all."
Lu Zhengkang has a gloomy face and his family ugliness should not be publicized. How can he talk about the scandal of his parents quarreling in front of so many people?
The head teacher waved his hand, UU reading www.uukanshu.com "Go back if there is nothing to do, have you eaten? Go without food."
Lu Zhengkang didn't know why he could control his study time, but he couldn't ask for the next day's vacation.
"Teacher Wei, a long time is fine, I can come back tomorrow morning." Lu Zhengkang smiled, kind of flattering, naughty smile.
The head teacher ate another meat bun, which somewhat eased her depression, "What can you do when you go home? I heard you say that the parents are in conflict? I'll turn on your video permission and you just need to make a phone call at home. "
Lu Zhengkang still smiled, "Teacher, then for my birthday today, I would like to have a self-study evening."
"You can't leave school during the birthday holiday. What happened?"
"It's okay."
"If you really have something to say, how about I call your parents and ask?"
"Don't trouble you anymore."
"Pay attention to yourself, come to me if you have difficulties, you go."
"Excuse me, goodbye teacher."
Lu Zhengkang hurried to the bedroom, frowned, and when he went downstairs, he took out his cell phone and saw an email from Su Xiangli.
11:31 "Su Xiangli: (￣ε(#￣)☆╰╮o(￣絲￣///
11:31 "Lu Zhengkang: I'm sorry, I have to go back to the dormitory. Leave for self-study in the evening. Class is still in the afternoon, and you should go to the health room to find me after you practice ballet."
Su Xiangli put her mobile phone away, and stood in front of the dormitory building, with a ceramic lunch box in her left hand, which contained the red bean milkshake she made last night, and kept it in the refrigerator. It would be very pleasant to drink in summer. The conditions of the dormitory were limited, and it took two days to prepare the materials. She had tried her best. This was a surprise for Lu Zhengkang's birthday.
But now, there is no surprise.
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