Song Yuxue Lu Jixue's cold tone, a short sentence, two words, will show his cold temperament. You know, I can never do PPT, you do your own PPT, when the time comes I am responsible for pressing the mouse, you say, understand? “……” Song Yu wants to blacklist Lu Chengsi, but who dares to offend the son of the school bully and the female director of the Education Bureau? The answer is, no one dares. Oh, all right. 142. Perfunctory Lu Chengsi, Song Yu again opened his micro-blog home page, he rarely reproduced other people's micro-blog, most of them are original, occasionally there are three or five comments, like quite a lot, the most comments on that is the picture of the roses he sent to the school flower burned to ashes, there are two pictures burned to half of the appearance, crimson roses only half of the body, the other half with the smoke,Mono Ammonium Phosphate MAP, Floating in the air, once gathered together like cinnabar red, burning in the fire, as if the red has become more pure, the flames are more dazzling. Another is that he is studying with everyone, white paper, aluminum and knife, in the end which cut the hand pain,there is his answer below: no pain. He talked about his own experience. It didn't hurt when he rowed. It didn't hurt at all. Once he hid in the corner and cried. Several ugly wounds on his hands were stained with tears. It was so painful that he couldn't tell for a moment whether it was his hand that hurt, his heart that hurt, or his face that hurt? Song Yu can't bear to watch it any more. If he watches it any more, he will be depressed. It's better to see less depressed things. Life, if you can stick to it, you still have to go on positively. Song Yu turned off the computer and lay in bed recalling Lu Jixue's hug today. Although he hugged him from behind, Lu Jixue's eyes, nose and mouth seemed to be a picture in his heart. Presumably, the physical contact mentioned in the know-it-all post bar was this. The senior member was right. There was an unreasonable bar. If I had known, I should have criticized the fire at that time. As for the memory of the sense of smell, Song Yu summed it up like this: It is a very wonderful smell, perhaps it can be said that it is a light sandalwood aroma, with a little refreshing summer soda in the middle. Sandalwood is very much in line with Lu Jixue's image as an old pedant, probably because there are several sticks of sandalwood burning in his bedroom? The smell makes people feel calm, but the process of smelling makes people feel restless. It's decided. Song Yu went into the kitchen, washed a few white peaches, put them on a plate, and brought them out for his mother. My dear mother! You must be thirsty after watching TV for so long! Come and taste the white peaches offered by your well-behaved son! Song's mother inquired about Song Yu and picked out the most beautiful white peach. What are you doing? Be gallant abou