The expressions of the entire class seemed to be carved out of a mold. They stared at Jiang Su with wide eyes, not speaking, breathing, or playing.
In this suffocating environment, Jiang Su put down his pen with a calm and indifferent expression, gave an almost inaudible "um", and turned away.
It wasn't until he walked to the middle of the classroom that the classmates lined up one by one to regain their senses, and turned their heads to stare at Jiang Su as if they had seen a ghost.
The last person who turned his head was Liang Sichen.
The task was successfully completed, Wang Wei, regardless of the silence of the classroom, happily jumped out of the classroom to hand in the form.
Until Jiang Su sat down, the atmosphere in the class slowly calmed down, everyone's attention was distracted from Jiang Su, and they gathered together and began to whisper.
"The school bully has to run 10,000 meters, I heard it right."
"You heard that right, but I still can't believe it."
"… "
There was also Lin Wei who couldn't believe it, she didn't even write the question, Jiang Su sat down a second before, and then she turned around and lay on his desk: "Jiang Su, do you really want to run 10,000 meters? "
"Um."
"Then you really can't think about it."
"… "
When you go to the squad leader, he is very powerful, why can't you think about it when you go to him
Jiang Su stared at Lin Wei without speaking.
Lin Wei moved her head forward and leaned forward again: "By the way, why did you suddenly run to sign up?"
Jiang Su drooped his eyelids: "It's annoying."
Lin Wei: "Ah? What are you bothering about?"
Jiang Su raised his head and glanced coldly at the first row, his gaze stopped for a second on Liang Sichen's face, who was still twisting back, before falling on Lin Wei's face: "I was quarreling with Wang Wei. bother."
Wang Wei, who entered the classroom through the back door after handing in the form: "..."
…
"Squad leader, squad leader..."
Liang Sichen's tablemate called Liang Sichen several times before Liang Sichen took his eyes off the two people who were talking at the last two tables.
"What are you looking at?" Liang Sichen asked at the same table.
"I didn't see anything." Liang Sichen lowered his head and looked at the math problems on the table.
Liang Sichen's tablemate was a little nervous. He didn't see Liang Sichen's strangeness. He said gossip: "The boss actually wants to run 10,000 meters. I think he is a bit strong."
Liang Sichen clenched his pen tightly: "Maybe he signed up, maybe he will abstain on the day of the competition."
"It's possible, this project is basically for the performance of sports students, most of the ordinary high school students just go to fill their heads, either walk down, or just run a few laps in a symbolic sense, the focus is on the feeling of participation. ." Liang Sichen's tablemate didn't see Liang Sichen's impatience, and he kept saying: "However, he just signed up, he feels very calm, full of pretence, maybe he will be a surprise, Let’s mention the countdown of our class’s sports meeting to the premise…”
Liang Sichen put down his pen and got up.
"It's almost time for class, where are you going, monitor?"
Liang Sichen ignored the inquiry from the same table and walked out of the classroom.
Just in time for class, students poured into the classroom, and he went into the toilet against the crowd by himself.
Entering a random cubicle, he leaned against the door, thinking of Jiang Zhangyun's frequent attention to Jiang Su, thinking of Jiang Zhangyun's saying that Jiang Su was the best student she ever brought, thinking of Wang Wei saying that Jiang Su is a good person, looking at the face Leng is actually quite warm at heart, thinking of the same table saying that he is a bit strong...
It was obvious that such words were his.
The monitor is worthy of being the monitor, and the composition is really well written.
In this exam, your class leader's Chinese composition is full again.
The class leader's National Youth Composition Competition won the second prize.
Obviously he is not so gregarious, and he is quite excluded by everyone, but when did it start? It seems that there are not many people in the class who are talking about him behind their backs.
Liang Sichen wiped his face irritably, took off his glasses, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit one.
He took two sips, and the phone in his pocket vibrated. It was his mother who called. When he answered the phone, he was scolded: "What's the matter? Why is the second place in this monthly test? Do you have any? Study hard?"
Familiar words, familiar questions, are staged almost every week.
Liang Sichen listened silently, until his mother said enough, he took the cigarette from his mouth: "My total score this time is 20 points higher than last time, and I am only five points away from the first place in our class. The first place in our class scored 20 points more than last time on the exam.”
"So, is this exam paper easy?"
Liang Sichen moved his lips and wanted to lose his temper, but finally took a deep breath and squeezed out a smile: "I'm sorry, Mom, I will continue to work hard."
Hanging up the phone, Liang Sichen lit another cigarette.
…
On the day of the sports meeting, at six o'clock in the morning, everyone arrived in the classroom.
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(End of this chapter)