[Readers who have subscribed less than 60% will see the anti-theft seal, and it will return to normal after 24 hours of update] So, by the time Qin Qing returned to the First Division Middle School, it was already after the military training.
She was almost completely unfamiliar with the new classmates, and after a week of estrangement, when Qin Qing returned to Class 15, she felt like a complete outsider.
Fortunately, among these new classmates, there is someone who is different.
"You are finally back!"
Zhuo An saw that Qin Qing sat down on her seat without saying a word after entering the classroom in the morning, and immediately got up and ran over, "How are you, did you have a good rest at home?"
Qin Qing was obviously not used to this very familiar girl.
She blinked her eyelashes twice, and then nodded, with a soft smile on her lips.
"Um."
The corners of her beautiful almond-shaped eyes also drooped slightly.
Zhuo Anke was stunned for a second, and when he came back to his senses, he sighed sadly -
"I'm far inferior to you at first, but after going through the hell week of military training, the difference between our skin colors has almost crossed the line between races."
“…”
Qin Qing wanted to say something to comfort him, but looking at Zhuo Anke's skin color, which was a few shades different from a week ago, she couldn't say anything against her will.
The small face with delicate features wrinkled up a little depressed.
Zhuo Anke was amused by her little expression: "Xiao Qing, you are so cute, no wonder you are missed by that person."
"… ah?"
The topic changed so quickly that before Qin Qing could figure out what issue Zhuo Anke was talking about, she was led astray again—
"Did you know?" Zhuo Anke winked at Qin Qing, "Because Wen Yufeng had a conflict with the instructor that day, he has been given a demerit and was criticized by the whole school."
“…”
Qin Qing was stunned.
Zhuo Anke continued: "A few days ago, many sophomores and even seniors came to our grade building, asking about you, the little beauty who made Wen Yufeng fight with the instructor."
Qin Qing choked at Zhuo Anke's words. After a few seconds, her ears turned red like white jade, her almond-shaped eyes widened and she repeated: "...'Little Beauty'?"
"Hahaha, that's not what I said."
Zhuo Anke smiled and clapped his hands, "They said it themselves in the second year of high school - if they say that Wen Yufeng can make Wen Yufeng dump his school beauty girlfriend, she must be a well-hidden little beauty."
Qin Qing's delicate eyebrows furrowed and she hesitated before asking.
"What does 'dumping the school beauty girlfriend' mean?"
"Don't you know?" Zhuo Anke's eyes widened, "During the last school year, there was a rumor in the high school that our school beauty Ling Yu was Wen Yufeng's girlfriend."
Qin Qing still frowned and shook her head lightly.
"I'm really not familiar with him."
“…”
Zhuo Anke was stunned for a while, then came back to his senses and stared at Qin Qing's facial expression without blinking, refusing to let go of any change.
After staring like this for nearly half a minute, she was finally sure that the girl was telling the truth.
—Or, at least Qin Qing thinks that they are not familiar with each other at all.
After a few more seconds, Zhuo Anke asked with a difficult smile.
"Then what did you think after you heard that Ling Yu was his girlfriend?"
"some."
Qin Qing nodded affirmatively.
Zhuo Anke's eyes lit up and he thought, "I knew it", and quickly asked, "How does it feel?"
Qin Qing answered honestly, with pure and pure curiosity in her black and white eyes -
"Who is Ling Yu? Is she beautiful?"
Zhuo Anke: "..."
Somehow, she suddenly sympathized with Senior Wen.
- Facts have proved that the boss's emotional path may also be full of twists and turns, especially when he falls in love with a girl who is not very emotionally sensitive.
Out of a humanitarian spirit, Zhuo Anke decided to give Qin Qing a heads up, but before she could speak, the front door of the classroom was pushed open.
Teacher Xiaolin, the head teacher of Class 15, walked in.
"Qin Qing."
Teacher Xiao Lin stood beside the podium and waved to Qin Qing with a smile. "You come."
Qin Qing met Teacher Xiaolin's eyes and had a premonition in her heart.
She stood up and prepared to pack her schoolbag.
Teacher Xiao Lin waved his hand: "No need to get paper and pen, they are already prepared for you over there."
Qin Qing nodded and left her seat in front of everyone's confused eyes.
Before leaving, she glanced at Zhuo Anke apologetically and regretfully.
—
I wonder if there will be a girl with such a good personality who is willing to take the initiative to be friends with me in the new class of high school
… …
After being called away by the class teacher before the first class in the morning, Qin Qing did not show up for the whole day.
The students in the class couldn't help but talk about this "little talented girl" who had a very different daily life. It was not until the second class on the afternoon of the next day that Qin Qing finally appeared at the door of the classroom of Class 15 accompanied by Teacher Xiao Lin. outside.
It was the Chinese class time for Class 15 of Senior High School. Teacher Xiao Lin knocked on the door. The Chinese teacher in the class noticed and walked over.
The two teachers whispered, and the Chinese teacher looked at Qin Qing who was walking back to her seat in surprise.
Qin Qing, who returned to her seat, did not sit down, but directly started packing her schoolbag.
By this time, the class could no longer suppress it, and there was a burst of whispers.
She hesitated for a moment before Qin Qing packed up her things silently and walked out.
Then Qin Qing turned back and glanced at Zhuo Anke, who was not far away from her.
Zhuo Anke obviously didn't understand what was going on, and was looking at her blankly.
After only struggling for two seconds, Qin Qing's face showed a soft and peaceful smile.
She walked to Zhuo Anke's side.
"I'm going to be a sophomore in high school, but I don't know which class I am in yet, so I can't tell you."
As she spoke, Qin Qing bent down and wrote a series of numbers on the calculation paper for Zhuo Anke. Then she straightened up, bent her almond-shaped eyes and smiled lightly, "You are the first friend I made here. I want you to Keep in touch.”
“…”
Zhuo Anke was still confused, but he was bewitched by that bright smile and nodded instinctively.
Teacher Xiao Lin urged, and Qin Qing didn't waste any more time. She put down her pen and waved to Zhuo Anke, then turned and walked towards the classroom door.
Teacher Xiao Lin held Qin Qing's shoulders and looked at the class who were still discussing in low voices.
"Okay, stop talking."
Teacher Xiao Lin glanced at him and said, "That's right, our classmate Qin Qing, because of her excellent academic performance, has passed the aptitude test in all subjects of the first grade of high school and was promoted to the second grade of high school. After today, Qin Qing will be yours." She’s a senior, you all have to learn from her in the future.”
Speaking of this, Teacher Xiaolin laughed first.
He patted Qin Qing on the shoulder and whispered: "Qin Qing, say goodbye to your classmates."
Qin Qing responded, took a step forward, and bowed toward the center of the classroom.
"Thank you for taking care of me these days."
After saying this, Qin Qing blushed slightly and stepped back.
"Is this the end?" Teacher Xiao Lin didn't react and looked at Qin Qing in surprise.
“…”
Qin Qing looked back at him with the tips of her ears slightly red.
"Teacher Lin, we, Qin Qing, are the most introverted. It's not like you don't know that."
In the classroom, a female voice spoke, with a kind smile in her voice.
Qin Qing turned around and looked over, and it was Zhuo Anke who spoke, who was smiling at her and mouthing -
"Wait until I find you."
Qin Qing also had a soft smile on her face.
… …
Ten minutes later, Qin Qing was taken to the second-grade mathematics group by Teacher Xiaolin.
—In front of Fu Zhengnan's desk.
"Qin Qing, you know Teacher Fu. He will be your new class teacher from now on."
"..."
Qin Qing looked at Fu Zhengnan, who looked quite kind in front of her, and was stunned.
If she remembered it well, that person... was in Teacher Fu's class, right
…
At the same time, Class 6 of the second grade of high school was in the classroom.
"Brother Yu, you said you came so early again, and you are idle."
Li Xiang was sitting in the back row, holding the basketball on the tip of his index finger, spinning it quickly while looking at Wen Yufeng distractedly, "Let's go out and play basketball?"
Wen Yufeng said nothing and glanced at Li Xiang lazily.
Seeing that there was something going on, Li Xiang moved forward even more enthusiastically.
"Besides, Brother Yu, you've been at school for so long these past two days, so you probably haven't gone to the fighting arena much, right? Go down and play basketball, just to stretch your muscles?"
Wen Yufeng looked at Zhao Zirui behind Li Xiang, and when he saw that he was also eager to try, he raised the corners of his lips.
"Then let's go."
The boy stood up and put his hands in his pockets.
"Go call someone."
With that said, he walked directly to the back door.
"Wen Yufeng!"
On the podium, the geography teacher who turned around saw the figures in the back row who were about to reach the classroom door. He was so angry that he threw away his teaching books.
"Where are you going!?"
The boy walking at the front paused, turned his upper body sideways, and leaned slightly toward the podium.
After standing up straight again, the smile on the boy's lips was languid—
"I slept too much. Go out and wake up. Teacher, please continue."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the back door of the classroom.
Qin Qing was startled by the voice behind her and quickly opened her eyes and turned around.
She just thought about Fu Zhengnan's words for a moment and realized that the other party had misunderstood Wen Yufeng and forced her to get out of the way. She hurriedly opened her mouth to explain: "Teacher Fu, no, it's my master—"
Before the word "move" was spoken, the person who stood up from behind had lazily walked to her side, then casually took a step to the side, blocking Qin Qing's face.
"Um."
Qin Qing heard the male voice in front of her smile and respond lazily -
"I'm tired of standing, and I see my little classmate is also a little tired of sitting, so I just asked her to give up her seat. Does the teacher have to take care of this?"
“…”
Fu Zhengnan glared at him angrily. In the end, he couldn't get any other reaction from Wen Yufeng, so he had no choice but to wave his hand and walk to his place.
"Director Sun is waiting for you outside, go out and find him!"
Wen Yufeng was not surprised by these words and raised his feet to leave directly. But before he took the first step, he hesitated for a moment and turned sideways.
The girl standing behind him was looking at him worriedly.
The clear black and white pupils are the clearest and spotless place.
That's pure beauty. One can't help but greedily think about what it would look like if only one's own figure was reflected in that purity...
Wen Yufeng sighed silently in his heart. Some emotions related to greed and unwillingness passed through the depths of his dark eyes, but they were all suppressed in the end.
He finally lifted his thin lips and leaned down with a half-smile.
—
"Little classmate..."
There was a low, lazy smile in the voice that was so close, teasing the words that followed—
"Remember, stay away from me."
Before I even know what your name is.
“…”
Qin Qing has never heard anyone say such a rejection so bluntly. It is obvious that intuition is dangerous, but it makes people more curious and want to explore than any invitation.
When she regained consciousness and raised her eyes, the speaker had already straightened up with his trouser pockets in his pockets and walked away.
The back is handsome and the shoulders are straight.
All that was left was the hoarse smile at the end of his words, which still lingered in his ears.
Joking and slightly tipsy.
Qin Qing's cheeks turned red unconsciously.
…
As soon as Wen Yufeng left the office of the first-grade mathematics group, he looked up and saw Sun Xing, the dean of students, standing outside.
At the same time, Sun Xing also heard the movement and raised his head to look over.
As soon as he saw Qingwen Yufeng's appearance, he frowned helplessly.
"Wen Yufeng, I heard from Teacher Fu that you didn't come to class again yesterday?"
Wen Yufeng responded, but seemed a little uninterested.
He raised his eyes and lifted his thin lips slightly, but there was no smile in his dark eyes.
"Director Sun, I am going to go back and 'study hard'. Do you have anything else?"
Sun Xing was always strict with his students, but when he heard Yufeng's reaction, there was no trace of anger on his face. He even nodded immediately and walked directly in front.
"Then let's walk and talk."
Seeing Sun Xing's answer, Wen Yufeng didn't say anything more, raised his legs and followed him.
The distance to Class 6, Grade 1, was not long. Before Sun Xing could say a few words, the two of them had already arrived at the back door of Class 6, one after another.
It was the time for self-study class at this time. The crazy students outside the classrooms of Classes 7 and 6 saw Sun Xing walking this way from a distance, and they stopped in unison. But no one was willing to enter the classroom. They all looked around secretly.
-After all, in the corridor of the first grade, Sun Xing is common, but the one following him is not.
On average, I can show up for one class in the Class 6 classroom every day, which is rare only after the art teachers of each class. Even the classmates in Class 6 find it rare, and it is no wonder that the boys and girls in Class 7 all stand up. Look curiously at the door and window.
However, two people were brave enough to stand in the middle of the corridor facing the back door of Class 6 without stepping aside.
One of them was smiling playfully.
"Greetings to Director Sun—"
The last note was dragged out for a long time, coupled with a weird accent, which made the students who were looking around couldn't help but laugh.
Sun Xing didn't even need to turn around to know that Li Xiang must be there again.
He glared and turned away: "Li Xiang! If you didn't prepare for the next class in the classroom, why did you come out again!"
Li Xiang immediately made a posture like a bodybuilder, and while doing so, he turned back: "I'm just preparing for the next class!"
Before Sun Xing could speak, Li Xiang lowered his posture with a smile, "Brother Yu said before that we will play basketball next period - physical education class."
“…”
Sun Xing looked at Wen Yufeng angrily and helplessly.
Wen Yufeng, who was parked next to the back door with his trouser pockets inserted, felt Sun Xing's gaze. He raised his eyes and looked at Sun Xing. He paused for a few seconds and looked away.
The thin lips lifted.
"...Li Xiang." Wen Yufeng leaned against the back door and raised his sharp chin toward the classroom. Then he turned back with a half-smile, "Basketball class is cancelled, self-study next period."
"-Why?!"
Li Xiang was struck by lightning.
The yellow-haired Zhao Zirui next to him glared at Li Xiang.
"Let you moan..."
He was the first to turn around and go back to the classroom.
Li Xiang glanced at Wen Yufeng and saw that although he was smiling, there was no hint of joking in his eyes. He could only shrink his neck and return to the classroom with a sad face.
The two people left, and the others in the corridor did not dare to linger. Soon there were no figures left in the corridor.
Wen Yufeng turned ninety degrees at this moment, leaning against the door with his back and looking at Sun Xing with a half-smile in his trouser pockets.
"Director Sun, I'll give you my face in exchange for the remaining month of this semester."
Sun Xingang frowned again: "This-"
“…”
The smile on Wen Yufeng's face suddenly dropped, and his dark eyes were as cool as winter snow in this hot summer season.
"In the next month, no matter who asks you to check the post... I'm sorry, director."
When he finished speaking, the boy straightened up and turned back to the classroom.
The profile of the face that passed by in the last frame, regardless of the curvature of the eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips, was filled with expressionless and cold emotions.
Sun Xing, who stood there, sighed, shook his head and left.
He still had to go back and think carefully about how to deal with the latest "inspection call" without sloppiness.
After all, none of the people in the Wen family have a good temper.
…
Wen Yufeng knew whose call Sun Xing must have answered, which led to today's incident. So until he returned to the classroom, his eyes still had a coolness that hadn't had time to fade away.
He came in through the back door with a cold face, which was more effective than Lao Fu's entrance - the classroom, which had been noisy and noisy just now, fell silent in an instant from point to point.
Wen Yufeng reacted indifferently to the performance of the whole class. He walked directly to his seat without even raising his eyelids -
There was a table for two in the back row at the farthest corner. It was empty except for a thick, light gray cushion.
After Wen Yufeng came back, he pulled up his chair, sat down and leaned on the soft cushions.
The deep black eyes slowly closed.
The low pressure coming from the back of the entire classroom seemed to be gradually dissipating, and many people secretly exhaled.
But before everyone could completely relax, they heard a loud voice running through the corridor and into the classroom—
"Big event, big event! There is a little girl from the junior high school in Lao Fu's office - I heard that she ranked first in the third grade of junior high school in this year's monthly exam. It only took half an hour to finish our last monthly math exam paper! Absolutely The god of learning among the gods of learning—"
The boy was beaming with joy. Halfway through his speech, he suddenly noticed that the atmosphere in the class was strange: "Hey? Why do you all have such expressions??"
Someone looked at him sympathetically and silently turned to the corner at the back of the classroom.
——Just based on the boy's voice just now, no matter how deep you sleep, you will definitely wake up.
What's more, it seemed like the man hadn't been lying down for three minutes.
Even Li Xiang, who was standing by, was horrified. He whispered to Zhao Zirui, "Brother Yu is so angry when he wakes up. Does this grandson have to go out sideways today?"
“…”
Zhao Zirui thought about the sight of Wen Yufeng walking behind Sun Xing with a smile on his face and cold eyes just outside the classroom, and he rarely agreed with Li Xiang's words.
However, this time everyone was surprised—
Wen Yufeng, who had already straightened up with dark eyes, listened expressionlessly for a few seconds, then his eyes flashed and he lay back without saying a word.
The man in front of the classroom returned to his seat with a "survival" look on his face.
At the back of the classroom, Li Xiang looked at Wen Yufeng with wide eyes, then turned back and gave Zhao Zirui a mouth sign -
"What the hell?"
“…”
After confirming that Wen Yufeng had no intention of getting angry because of being woken up, the classroom fell into whispers arising from the previous news.
For the vast majority of students in No. 1 Normal Middle School, study and performance are obviously still their first concerns, and the "excellent students" who have gained a lot of halo because of their performance will inevitably become a topic of discussion in their spare time.
Li Xiang failed in the "basketball class" and was completely bored at this time. It was rare for him to gossip about his least favorite studies and good students.
"You said that a little girl in the junior high school can now do the questions in our final monthly exam. What kind of education environment does this usually have?"
“…”
Zhao Zirui was too lazy to talk to him and rolled his eyes at him.
Li Xiang, who had been given a blank look, became more energetic: "Think about it and you will know that she must be wearing thick bottle-bottomed glasses, with the most unfashionable hairstyle, and she will look like a woman..."
"Snapped"!
A soft pad was pressed lightly on the back of Li Xiang's head.
Li Xiang's first reaction was to jump up and get angry, but before he said the word "who" he had prepared, he lowered his head and saw that the "murderous weapon" that attacked him was someone's special light gray cushion.
Li Xiang shrank his neck and immediately looked in the direction behind him in fear.
The boy sitting there still kept throwing with one hand, and his deep and bright black eyes hid a smile as cold as winter snow.
Thin lips slightly parted—
"Try fucking nonsense again."
At one minute and 41 seconds, the referee signaled that the game was over.
The audience was silent for a moment, and then was suddenly submerged into a sea of cheers and boos.
After all, the end time of this game was too short, short enough to set a record in a few years - a crushing critical attack that left the opponent unable to fight back, and then the Thunder ended the game, and it was still after it had passed. In the late stage of the rookie competition, which has mixed good and bad stages, such results represent the birth of a dark horse.