"Ah?!" Chen Wanruo was still happy just now, and immediately drooped her face and said nervously: "But I can't get the exam."

"Would you like to go with me?" Liu Cheng and Chen Wanruo have different concerns.

If one person is too mature, he will look back and forth, while if another person is too childish, he will be desperate.

The more Chen Wanruo advances, the more Liu Cheng retreats, which is almost inevitable, and Liu Cheng is very clear about the measure.

He hated Chen Wanruo's current unconditional concession love, which would force himself into a corner and not leave any room for himself.

This may be the difference in thinking between young people and middle-aged people.

Liu Cheng was a little afraid of this passionate emotion.

Feelings are like a clean piece of paper, whiter than snowflakes and clearer than pure water. After writing, they can never be erased again. There are fewer and fewer blank spaces, and finally they turn into black paint.

Liu Cheng is a piece of paper that is completely black. All he can leave to Chen Wanruo is the traces he has applied. Chen Wanruo is a piece of blank paper, she will leave all her blank space for herself.

Chen Wanruo said with a smile: "Of course I'm willing. I've already decided. When we go to college, we will rent a house off campus together, put the cup on a toilet, and the toothbrushes are in the same direction. Then we will raise a cute kitten together, discuss what to eat for dinner, sweep the floor, cook, brush dishes, and dry clothes together."

"Where are you, where am I."

Her eyes are full of longing for happiness.

Liu Cheng asked as he walked, "What if he lost the bet?"

Chen Wanruo said openly: "If you lose, you lose. Isn't it the loss of the body?"

He nodded. The moonlight tonight was beautiful, just as beautiful as Chen Wanruo.

He and Chen Wanruo walked to the dormitory at the time point, and like most couples, they stayed together until the last moment.

Liu Cheng looked at Chen Wanruo's appearance and thoughtful.

Since rebirth, Liu Cheng has never taken the initiative to do a kind of intimate move beyond holding hands, although most people think they are model couples.

But for the first time he and Li Man met in this life, he hugged each other himself.

Time is very important for love. It is impossible to know too early or too late.

And Liu Cheng and Li Man happened to meet again. This is unfair to Chen Wanruo, but there is not much fairness in this world.

"Wait a minute." Chen Wanruo suddenly turned around, tiptoed, leaned on Liu Cheng, gently lifted his forehead hair, and said softly: "This will make you even more handsome."

The dim street lights suddenly went out, and the moonlight shone on Chen Wanruo's delicate face, crystal clear.

She mustered up the courage, closed her eyes, and the trembling eyelashes showed her trembling heart. She pecked Liu Cheng's mouth gently, and then ran away immediately.

"The dormitory is almost closed, I'll go back to the dormitory first." Chen Wanruo ran and shouted.

This girl.

Liu Cheng sighed, he had a scumbag's old habit again, so he did not refuse.

He touched his ears and it was indeed a little hot. He thought for a long time before returning to the dormitory.

"Brother Cheng, Class 7 and Class 10 are having a fight in the big toilet today, and they may start a fight in a while. Do you want to go and have a look?" Liu Hong suddenly put his head up.

Liu Cheng shook his head: "It has nothing to do with us. Don't join in the fun. No one is allowed to go today. I will stay in the dormitory honestly."

He moved four more dormitories, and after he clearly pointed out the number of people in each dormitory, filled in the number of people on the dormitory checklist, placed it on the hook, and sat on the wooden bench for the dormitory checklist.

No matter who comes to call someone, when he sees Liu Cheng sitting in front of the dormitory door, he returns home in disappointment.

Students who have abundant martial ethics and have nowhere to vent their male hormones are also the most impulsive moment, and Liu Cheng never thinks that abundant martial ethics is a bad thing.

There are three levels of society: technology, system, and culture.

From a person to a large group to any destiny, it is ultimately a product of cultural attributes.

Strong culture creates the strong, and weak culture creates the weak. This is the rule.

A culture of salvation that prays to the Savior to appear in a salvation culture will inevitably create a group of cowards.

We are full of martial ethics, which is a good thing at this age, because this is the most impulsive era. Even at this age, I have no motivation. Do you expect to pierce the rules of this world after smoothing the edges and corners in society?

But he was the class monitor of Class 4, and the first thing he had to do was to maintain stability. Therefore, he could only hold his classmates in the cage of the dormitory and prevent them from participating in it.

Besides, most of the students in the excellent class are nerds. If they really go, they won’t feel any sense of participation except being beaten.

It was not until the sound of running upstairs, scolding and the angrily scolding of the dormitory manager gradually disappeared that Liu Cheng stood up from the stool and prepared to go to bed.

"Is anyone involved in our class?" Zhang Zhixiong ran to the dormitory panting and saw Liu Cheng preparing to return to the dormitory.

Liu Cheng shook his head and pointed to the bedding check.

It was very similar to the one who checked the number of overtime workers, asked by his superiors, and reported on his own.

Zhang Zhixiong looked around the dormitory, then nodded and said, "That's good! If you have nothing to do, go to memorize English words. What's the fight?"

The next day, Liu Cheng realized that this fight was not because of a woman, but because of the chess and card room on the eighth floor. He lost money by playing cards. Several of them were so anxious that they started to make an appointment.

Only then did Liu Cheng remember that he was also a regular visitor to the chess and card room in the past.

Tsk, high school life is so colorful.

The punishment was soon over, three people were directly persuaded to withdraw, four people were still on campus for probation, and dozens of them were denied.

After the exercises in the morning, the principal came forward in person, read out the results of the punishment, and posted them on the notice board.

Only Class 4 did not participate in this group fight in the third grade of high school.

For this reason, some reflection voices began to appear on campus. Why did one of the best high schools in Shandong actually have a vicious incident of fighting in groups after the oath-taking meeting? Is the Hengzhong model worth promoting? It is once again mentioned on the agenda.

"So, teacher, is the Hengzhong model imperative? Has it been implemented in the first and second year of high school?" Liu Cheng didn't raise his head and was typing quickly. Who knows that one day he wouldn't be able to write in this office, so the more manuscripts he saved, the better it would be.

"Yes, all teachers participated in the group, and the precise lesson preparation and teaching and research office have begun preparations. This office will not be mine in a few days." Zhang Zhixiong looked at the office, collective office, collective teaching and research, and the independent office of class teachers like Zhang Zhixiong is gradually being eliminated.
Chapter completed!