The next morning, Xu Xing was standing in the corridor eating bread. Wang Zicong took a copy of "High School English Synchronization Vocabulary Essentials" and spelled it next to him: "at, noun, description; account. Verb, account; explain, explain."
Xu Xing bit the slice of bread, and then lazily backed down: "accumulate, verb, to accumulate, to accumulate, to increase."
Wang Zicong turned his face to look at Xu Xing, his eyes were bright and he said, "Oh, that's exactly right."
Xu Xing rolled his eyes and threw it away: "You've been memorizing this for almost a week. It's still at when picking up the word book. I'm so sorry for you."
Wang Zicong scratched his head shyly, and after thinking about it, he turned the word book back and said, "Then let me memorize the words from the back to the front."
Xu Xing: "…"
Before Wang Zicong could turn to the last page of the word book, the preparation bell rang first.
Xu Xing and Wang Zicong walked to the back door of the class one after another, and happened to see Lu Che coming from the other side of the corridor.
Seeing Lu Che approaching, Xu Xing's first reaction was to dodge sideways. He also grabbed the door frame tightly just in case, but he found that he was overthinking - the invisible red line didn't respond at all, and Lu Che even looked at it. Don't even look at him.
Lu Che held a cup of hot cocoa with the lid lifted in his hand, a straw between his thin lips, his eyes were cold and indifferent, and he passed him without looking sideways.
After Xu Xing was in a trance for a moment, he felt gratified again: the red line effect has obviously weakened a lot in the past two days, and even Lu Che has begun to ignore him.
As soon as this idea came up, Xu Xing suddenly felt a lot lighter in his heart, and went back to class on a happy footstep.
During the break between class exercises, Xu Xing sat on the seat to write questions, while Tang Mian and Wang Zicong shared the food next to them. The two were unreasonable about what to eat.
The two of them originally shared a bag of strawberry-filled white chocolate in a peaceful coexistence. You have one and I have one. The sharing is fair and happy, but the number of chocolates in the bag is an odd number. When Tang Mian poured the last chocolate into the palm of his hand, Wang Zicong suggested, "Oh, keep one for wake up."
Tang Mian said, "It's too sweet, Xingxing definitely doesn't like it."
Wang Zicong stared at the round chocolate in Tang Mian's hand and insisted, "This one is not as sweet as the creamy white chocolate."
Xu Xing irritably pressed the ballpoint pen in his hand, and a crisp "click, click" sounded, he turned his head to interrupt the two of them, and said, "Tang Mian, please put that thing in your hand into Wang Zi Cong. in your mouth, and then please shut up too."
Tang Mianyan obeyed: "Hey! It's fine!"
Tang Mian originally thought it was fun to tease Wang Zi Cong, and didn't really want to compete with Wang Zi Cong for a candy.
The strawberry-filled chocolate was fed into Prince Cong's mouth, and he chewed and chewed happily, closing his mouth with interest.
Tang Mian had nothing to say: "Wake up, I want to eat chocolate candy."
Xu Xing reached out and touched under the table for a while, and threw two on Wang Zicong's table without raising his head. Tang Mian took the candy and didn't forget to sell it: "It's good to wake up, it's time to change seats next Monday? I hope you don't separate us."
Xu Xing listened, and the tip of the pen paused.
The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.
He raised his head and glanced at the situation of the four groups in the class, and quickly made a decision in his heart: he could transfer the fourth group that Lu Che was in to the first group by the corridor, and the other one to three groups would move directly inside. Just one seat.
Just like the number of random checks for physics homework is decided by Lu Che, but the order of changing positions in the class is entirely decided by Xu Xing, the monitor.
Xu Xing thought beautifully, so that his seat was on the side of the window, and Lu Che was transferred to the side of the corridor, which is the farthest distance.
Just at this time, Xu Xing heard someone from the second group shouting: "Lu Che, what number do you want to spot check for your homework today?"
Lu Che didn't answer.
Xu Xing couldn't help but glance back, and saw that Lu Che was busy playing backgammon with Fu Dai on the scratch paper, one drawing circles and the other drawing crosses.
Cody was sitting on his desk, leaning on Fu Dai's shoulder to watch the battle, pursed his lips and said, "Brother Che killed the Quartet, Er Dai is about to finish."
Between the two tables in front of them, only Zou Mang was a clear stream. He sat alone in the corner, plugged in his headphones, listened to music, and wrote exercises.
The leader of the second group came over and asked, "Hey, Lu Che, do you have to hand in the physics homework?"
Just as Lu Che made a move, he raised his head and replied without thinking, "Draw 1 and 0."
Cody opened his eyes wide and said hurriedly, "Brother Che, it's me and you on the 1st."
Lu Che No. 11, Kodi No. 51.
But it's no wonder that Lu Che couldn't remember his student number. He transferred in last semester and used the last number 67. After he was promoted to the third year of high school, the former representative of the physics class in the class was transferred to the advanced class, and Lu Che took his place. The man's original No. 11.
When Lu Che heard it, he changed his words directly: "Then 0 and 9, Cody, help me write it on the blackboard."
Kedi happily accepted the order and said, "Okay."
Xu Xing didn't listen very clearly when he was sitting in the front. He could only vaguely hear the group leader of the second group asking Lu Che the student number of the random check, until he saw Cody write a few words slanted on the blackboard: Physical homework random check Mantissa 0 and 9.
It was rare for Xu Xing not to see the number 7, and he felt unbelievable for a while.
Cody ran up to write a notice, Lu Che had already won another game of backgammon, and the gel pen in his hand swirls proudly around his fingers.
At this time, the noisy radio gymnastics music just ended. Cody looked out at the back playground outside the window. When the crowd dissipated, he patted the hands and said, "Hey, everyone is going to go to gym class."