Weekends always pass the fastest, and most people play like crazy for two full days.
At 6:30, Xu You carried the book and climbed to the floor where the classroom was located.
As soon as she entered the classroom, she suspected that she was dazzled.
In the morning self-study on Monday, there were not many people, and most of the seats in the back of the classroom were empty.
Only a few people read in the morning.
She took the bread and sat down on the seat, looked around casually, and only had one thought in her mind—
In the early self-study, everyone was very casual and chic.
She took out the English book from the desk, turned to the page of the word list, and began to write silently.
While writing, I am still thinking.
The teacher in this class doesn't seem to be very strict.
I remember that the school she used to attend was also a key high school in the city. Being late is a big taboo. Everyone must be required to arrive at work at 6:10 in the morning, and one minute late is punished by standing for a class. The students in the class pay close attention to every minute and every second of study, do not gossip in class, and never chase after class. In stark contrast to her current class.
Half an hour early self-study. As the time approached for the first class, the number of people in the class gradually increased.
The classroom was full of voices.
Those who want to catch up with homework, those who have to collect homework when they get off the seat, and those who want to copy homework, it is a bit chaotic.
Across the aisle, a boy asked Xu You to check his answers on a math paper he had written over the weekend.
Without saying anything, Xu You rummaged through the drawer and handed it to the boy.
She was still sorting out her English notes with her head down, when she caught sight of someone stopping beside her out of the corner of her eye.
Xu You stopped her pen and raised her head.
A tall boy stood beside her.
He was wearing a clean white school uniform, simple black sports trousers, and was holding a form in his hand.
"Hello, classmate, I am the monitor of Class Nine."
"Ah, hello, what's the matter?" She put down the pen in her hand.
Fu Xueli, who was playing with her mobile phone beside her, paused.
"That's right." The class monitor put the form on her desk and explained in a few words: "This is our class's roster. You are scheduled to clean on Wednesday."
Xu You picked it up, looked at it, and nodded: "I see, is it cleaning the classroom?"
"Well, a team with Fu Xueli."
After the squad leader finished explaining, his eyes glanced to the side as if nothing, and then he turned and walked back to his seat.
Fu Xueli looked at the back of the man walking away, looked away, and pretended to be casually playing with her phone again.
After playing for a while, she couldn't help it, and talked to Xu You: "Hey, let me tell you, our class monitor has the same surname as you."
Xu You let out an 'ah' and looked at her sideways, "Is your surname Xu?"
"That's right." Fu Xueli leaned closer to her, "My name is Xu Xingchun, isn't her name a special girl, and she looks also a special girl."
Xu Xingchun.
I seem to have heard the name somewhere...
Xu You frowned and thought about it, and said honestly: "I think his name is the same as yours, and it sounds nice."
After finishing speaking, she recalled in her mind the appearance of that boy just now.
The outline of the face is a bit thin, the eyebrows are very delicate, and the tails of the eyes are narrow and long.
"You don't look like a girl either." Xu You was very honest.
Fu Xueli snorted, with an unnatural expression on her face, "What do you mean being the same as me? My name sounds much better than his."
Xu You felt a little strange and wanted to ask, but felt that it was inappropriate, so she continued to bow her head and do her homework.
I wrote for a while.
Someone next to her put the test paper on her desk.
"Student, there is a question that I calculated differently than you. I don't understand your writing method."
It was the boy who borrowed the paper from Xu You to check the answers.
He bent slightly, pushed his glasses, and handed the draft paper to Xu You: "Could you please tell me about it?"
"Ah, which question?" Xu You pulled out the cap of the black fountain pen and took the draft paper.
"The penultimate question."
She turned the paper over and found the question. Xu You glanced at it, wrote it on the paper, and explained to the boy the idea of solving the problem: "I used trigonometric functions to solve this problem..."
Song Yifan just entered the classroom at this time.
He threw the school uniform jacket into the drawer and asked Fu Xueli, "What are you doing at the same table with the glasses guy?"
"Ask the topic."
"Damn it." Song Yifan was very surprised, took out two homework, turned his head and started copying frantically, "It's so easy to get glasses to ask questions, you are a top student at the same table."
The guy with glasses is called Chen Chunlin, and he is considered a top student in his class. Unfortunately, he has never been good at Chinese, so he is not ranked high in the grade. However, he is usually arrogant and looks down on students with poor grades.
Fu Xueli nodded absently, playing with her phone: "Yes."
Song Yifan continued: "Then stop pulling people around and talking small things in class in the future, and delaying others' entrance to Tsinghua University and Peking University."
"Who will be admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University?"
Thank you for stepping into the classroom. Standing behind Song Yifan, he heard their conversation, asked a casual question, and threw the schoolbag inside.
Song Yifan got up to make room for him, "Why are you here so late, I don't have time to copy your homework."
While speaking, the door of the classroom was pushed open, Teacher Li, who taught mathematics, walked in, and the class bell rang.
The noise in the class gradually died down.
Song Yifan finished copying the last word, shook the test paper, and thanked him with a sideways glance: "What are you doing with your math papers, when Li Pervert comes down and collects them one by one, you will have to stand still."
laugh.
Xie Ci glanced at him contemptuously, hooked the corners of his lips, leaned back in his chair and called Fu Xueli.
Fu Xueli turned around, "What are you doing?"
"Help me call you at the same table."
Xie Ci pointed his chin in Xu You's direction.
Before Fu Xueli could speak, Xu You directly took out a completed math paper from a pile of papers on the table and handed it to her. After handing it over, he took up the pen again, bowed his head and started doing exercises. It looks like it has nothing to do with him.
They didn't even look at them the whole time.
But Fu Xueli understood, but was speechless. She patted the test paper on Xie Ci's desk: "Can't you copy it yourself? Why do you always ask others to do your homework for you?"
Song Yifan was an audience on the sidelines, with a subtle expression on his face.
In his impression, Xie Ci doesn't like to provoke girls very much.
But... .
"You..." Song Yifan put his shoulders on his shoulders, and asked in a slightly lowered voice, "You are a big man, why do you always bully little girls...?"
"What are you bullying, new classmates like to help me with my homework." Xie Ci pressed his phone, smiling nonchalantly, lazily.
As soon as the words fell.
Xu You turned her head blankly and met his eyes.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and she said seriously: "The new classmate doesn't like it very much."
The tone is a bit intelligent, but it also has a bit of Jiangnan's glutinousness, which sounds non-aggressive.
Xie Ci leaned forward slightly, pressed his arms on the desk, tilted his head, stared at her and smiled: "Why don't you like it?"
Her eyes were as clean as water, but her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was puzzled: "Why do you ask such a question."
Thank you for raising your eyebrows.
Then.
Surrounded by a group of prodigal children who don't like to study, I heard a sentence of chicken soup for the soul from a transfer student from the south:
"You have to write your own homework, and the knowledge is your own."
The air freezes.
"-puff."
The atmosphere was a bit tense, but Song Yifan couldn't hold back his laughter.
Xie Ci was taken aback for a moment, and slowly raised the corners of his lips.
"Hahahahahahahahaha." Fu Xueli stretched out her hand, pinching Xu You's face involuntarily.
Ouch, this kid is so cute.
"Cough cough."
Song Yifan clenched his hands into fists, put them to his lips, barely stopped laughing. He said with a serious look: "Yes, yes, Xu is right in his education, and he said it very well. He deserves to be the future of our motherland, the successor of socialism."
After speaking, he clapped his hands.
Xu You didn't know what they were laughing at. Feeling a little annoyed, he turned around without saying anything.
Her back is straight, thin and thin.
Soft black hair was loosely bundled behind his head, and a few strands of hair hung down in front of his forehead, covering the profile of his face.
From Xie Ci's point of view, only the white and tender neck can be seen.
Hold.
He looked away and cursed in a low voice.