President beep

"Su and An, did the departmental meeting go well this morning?"

"It should be considered smooth. I want to review one thing with you." Su and An were a little embarrassed when they thought about the fact that they almost forgot their words in the morning, and the people in the mirror unconsciously pursed their lips and puffed up their cheeks.

"What's the matter?" Han Zeang and Li Xiaohong, who was going out to class, nodded in greeting, then opened the door and entered the room.

Su He'an inadvertently looked up at the cute brawny man with bulging cheeks in the mirror, and immediately turned around and leaned against the mirror in fright: "I forgot my words when I criticized the sales department in the morning, and then I asked the director of the sales department to review it by himself." .”

"Then did he mention all the issues I mentioned?" Han Zeang sat on the rocking chair, and Su and An spread a layer of pink and white coral fleece cushions on the rocking chair, and when they lay on it, they felt that their exhaustion was released.

"It's mentioned, and it's more than you mentioned." Su Hean said in a low voice, as if they were disgusted with Han Zeang's incompetence, and he was not as good as a sales executive.

Han Zeang, who doesn't know what a low voice is, sits on a rocking chair and looks at the scenery outside the balcony. The sky that can be seen through the window is pierced by an airplane cloud from east to west.With the rhythm of the rocking chair shaking, Han Zeang actually felt a sense of leisure that he hadn't experienced for a long time: "After all, he knows the department he is in charge of better than I do. Remember to bring the meeting minutes with you at night."

"That's right!" Su and An, who suddenly thought of something, slapped their thighs, and the sound of "pop" was transmitted from one end of the phone to the other, which made Han Zeang feel his legs hurt.

"Hiss, it hurts, I accidentally slapped it too hard." Su and An touched their troubled legs today and sat on the soft mat for yoga practice, "Remember to help Cuicui water me."

"Cui Cui?"

"It's the pot of cactus on the balcony, just water it once a week. This is a teacher's day gift from your brother." Su Hean said proudly. For him, everything related to students is particularly worthwhile. show off.

Han Zeang came to the balcony and saw a pot of cactus that was not as big as a palm on the flower stand.Su and An were still talking endlessly: "Han Xingang said that he made this flowerpot by himself, and the cactus was stolen from your small garden."

The flower pots containing the cactus are red and white with patterns painted with ghostly symbols.

Rather than saying it was a flowerpot, it was more like a deformed container with a pit. Han Zeang suspected that Han Xingang's fingerprints could be collected in the small hole in the edge of the flowerpot.

The little cactus in the flowerpot is very pleasing, with a tender green body and a layer of thorns that look like golden fluff in the sun. It looks very warm and doesn't seem to prick your hands at all.

"Hiss." Han Zeang, who stretched out his hand unconsciously, was stabbed firmly.

The prickly and hard Cuicui exudes vitality under the sun, and one can tell that she is well taken care of by the owner.

"Su and An, how did Han Xingang describe the relationship between our two brothers to you?" He was a little concerned when Han Xingang mentioned it just now, and he wanted to know what the relationship between them was like in Han Xingang's eyes.

It turns out that Han Zeang never thought about this question, just as Han Zeang never knew that Han Xingang always felt that he hated him.

Su He'an, who had just placed a beauty camera on Han Zeang's phone, almost flew the phone out: "Why do you ask this suddenly? I promised to keep it a secret for him."

In fact, it's not a big secret. Even if a boy has countless thoughts and fluctuations in his heart, he can only tell the people around him with a few words.

"If you can't say it, tell Han Xingang for me. Although I don't like him for being ignorant, I won't hate my brother because of it." Han Zeang opened Han Xingang's booklet.

In the photo, Han Xingang was pressed down on the lawn by a group of people, but he was not angry at all. He smiled brightly with a good temper, and his eyes completed an arc.

Han Zeang's words made Su and An feel a little warm, but goosebumps couldn't help but appear on his body: "I know you want to be a good brother to give Han Xingang confidence, but you can't say it so bluntly, it's too hypocritical and disgusting!"

"Then what should I say?" Han Zeang, who is good at business affairs, found that he really didn't know anything about this matter. It must be hypocritical to be judged as hypocritical by people like Su Hean who even want to name cactus.

Su and An leaned on the mirror and lifted their mobile phones, raised their chins slightly, and adjusted the angle of their faces facing the camera: "It's not so much how to say, it's better to do some specific actions to tell Han Xingang that you don't just care about him." academic performance."

"How to do it?"

"Crack." Su Hean, who instantly captured an angle that could perfectly outline Han Zeang's face, pressed the camera button.

"what sound?"

Su and An looked at the man's sexy jawline and brow corners in the photo and pressed save with satisfaction, and then seriously talked on the phone: "Nothing. The specific behaviors of concern should be implemented in various details, for example, in addition to grades Do you and Han Xingang talk about anything else?"

Han Zeang thought about it.

No.

There was no sound on the other end of the phone, and Su and An also knew the answer. This kind of thing cannot be changed immediately by just saying a few words. There should be a lot more to talk about.”

"Ah."

"For example, what color is better to dye your hair, what kind of shirts are popular recently, I think about what else..."

"No, see you tonight." Hearing what Su and An said became more and more weird, Han Zeang rubbed his forehead and hung up the phone.

But just now when Su and An seriously guided him to think about what to talk about with his younger brother, Han Zeang seemed to have a small hole in his heart, and something different came out.

The fleeting intelligence made Han Zeang feel that if Su and An behaved like this during the blind date, they might be tempted by him.

Su and An, who were hung up on the phone, patted their buttocks in a good temper and stood up. They thought it felt good and patted them twice more.

He got acquainted with Han Xingang because of the first parent meeting in the first year of high school. Han Xingang's grades were good that time. Although he was not outstanding in the class, Su and An could sense that he was very happy at that time.

On the day of the parent-teacher meeting, he always poked his head out like a little girl who handed a love letter to her crush, so many times that Su and An felt that Han Xingang's neck was stretched by at least one centimeter that night.

It's just that he didn't wait for anyone, but the class teacher waited for the leave call from Han's parents, saying that they had a temporary meeting at night and couldn't come.

"Han Xingang, do you have any relatives who can come?" Su Hean couldn't help asking, looking at Han Xingang whose face lost all color in an instant.

Han Xingang opened his mouth and closed it again.Su and An didn't urge them to wait quietly.

"Brother, I don't know if my brother can come." After a while, Han Xingang said, with an inexplicable look in his eyes, and a trace of expectation mixed with disappointment.

Su and An handed their mobile phones to Han Xingang. Students are prohibited from using mobile phones within the teaching building and grass field: "Call your brother and ask him if he's coming."

Did not get through.

The endless beeping on the other end of the phone consumed Han Xingang's energy a little bit. After making two calls, he lowered his head and stuffed the phone back into Su and An's hands.

Parents who came early entered the class one after another. Han Xingang hurriedly left his seat as if being stabbed by an adult voice. He was afraid of being asked: Why are your parents not here yet?

"Little classmate, do I need ten yuan an hour to undertake the business of pretending to be a parent?" Su Hean asked standing behind him, and seeing that Han Xingang was silent, he added: "If you don't want a relative who I can also wear women's clothes, and I just shaved my legs. For ten yuan, you can have a beautiful sister!"

At this time, Su and An had only been in contact with them for less than a month. For young people, they could not discriminate against them, but they still looked at Su and An from afar as if they were spectating rare items.

Han Xingang shook his head, rejected Su and An, and sat alone in the class with his back straight.

Probably because the boy in the second grade had made some strange agreement with him, and Han Xingang had always attended the several parent-teacher conferences held by himself, and never told his parents about the parent-teacher conference.

Su and An thought about the arrangements on the school calendar. It seemed that the parent meeting would be in two weeks. He blinked and opened WeChat.

Han Zeang: I will attend the parent meeting in two weeks

My goal is the sea of ​​stars: Damn, who told you? !Teacher Su?

Han Zeang: Are you playing with your mobile phone in class again?

Han Xingang, who was pretending to be dead, didn't speak any more, Su and Anmei happily sent the selfie they just took to Han Zeang.

Remember skin care: handsome or not!My selfie skills are top-notch, let me change your profile picture for you

An An never chirped: Su He An, don't be obsessed with me.

Remember skin care: Hey, I just can't do it!

Remember skin care: you can also see mine!You can also touch it with your hands, my little butt is super tender!

An An never chirps: ...

Fuck intellectuals, are you blind?

The author has something to say: The protagonist in the novel swears for the first time, which is a bit embarrassing and embarrassing

I finally wrote 6000 in a day, and I couldn’t help but make another update. I feel that there will be no saved manuscripts in this life＿|￣|○