A drop of water slid into the collar along the graceful curve of the neck, and the little girl's eyebrows and eyes kept flashing in my mind.
Yan Zhi raised his hand to cover his heartbeat with an unusual frequency. He frowned deeply, and his Adam's apple rolled: "Don't jump."
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Jingle Bell-
When Jiang Yao looked up at the door for the 78th time, the boy finally stepped on the class bell and entered the classroom.
Then, without squinting, he walked to his seat.
"what the hell."
Jiang Yao curled her lips and took out her textbook.
The class representative also stepped onto the podium at this time. Today's morning reading is Chinese.
"Please turn the book to page 89, "The Road to Shu"."
The sparse reading voices gradually became unified.
In her previous life, Jiang Yao was already a sophomore, and her memory of high school textbooks was not too vague, but she could still keep up.
But classical Chinese is boring, Jiang Yao read dryly, it is really boring.
The representative of the Chinese class on the podium was a white and clean boy with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.
However, when the class representative was reading aloud, he looked like two extremes, not only impassioned, but also dancing.
Jiang Yao was close and could hear very clearly.
Just like now:
"What a plate of green mud, a hundred steps and ten folds of lingering rocks."
His tone was gentle, and he raised his hand to look into the distance, as if he really saw the rugged mountain road.
then.
"Go to the Lijing well and raise your breath, caress it with your hands—sit and sigh!"
He withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and sighed, his tone suddenly became passionate, but the last three words were murmured like a lament. The outstretched hand was also retracted, and it was clenched into a fist in front of the chest, as if helpless.
Good guy!
A proper poetry recitation contestant!
Jiang Yao watched with relish until the morning reading was over.
After the morning reading, there is no recess. A middle-aged man with slightly bald hair and a fat figure walked in with a lesson plan between his arms.
He stood still in the middle of the podium, smiling and looking at the audience, seeing his teeth but not his eyes.
Jiang Yao thinks he looks like a Maitreya Buddha.
"Let's talk about the test papers in this class, please take out the mock four that was tested a few days ago!"
Jiang Yao rummaged in the drawer, glanced at the desktop of the person next to him, and pulled out the mock volume four with difficulty. Looking at the big word "Chemistry", Miss Jiang squinted her eyes.
Very good, the sense of substitution is very strong.
She's already dozing off.
"Jiang Yao, you... you should stay away from Yan Zhi?"
A hesitant female voice suddenly sounded beside her ear.
Jiang Yao turned her head, it was her current deskmate.
At the same table is a cheerful-looking younger sister with short bob haircut.
It seems to be called Taotao
Jiang Yao was puzzled by Tao Tao's words: "Why?"
Tao Tao's eyes widened, she put down the pen in her hand, and made a gesture of "pinching" with both hands. Her tone was exaggerated: "He once strangled a stray cat alive!"
"Are you saying it's scary?"
Jiang Yao: "!!!"
No, no, no
She took a deep breath and carefully confirmed: "Who said it? Is it true and reliable? Are there any witnesses?"
Tao Tao: "..."
Why didn't I realize that Jiang Yao cared so much about Yan Zhi before
She became serious, glanced at the teacher on the podium, and said mysteriously, "People in class seven saw it."
Jiang Yao still wanted to ask, but Tao Tao suddenly bumped her arm with an elbow, and raised her head subconsciously, only to see Maitreya Buddha looking at them with a smile.
Tao Tao gestured to finish class and chat, Jiang Yao had to give up and focus on the test paper in front of her.
Miss Jiang wants to cry but has no tears.
Now it is the second semester of the second year of high school, and the arts and sciences have already been divided into classes. And the original owner chose the science class!
Gan!
In her previous life, she studied literature!
She has a good memory and a top-notch liberal arts. But for all kinds of convoluted formulas, her eyes are darkened, and she can't remember a single symbol!
(end of this chapter)