The Chinese class is taught by a middle-aged male teacher who is blessed with a unique tone. When he speaks, the tone is like riding a roller coaster. It climbs slowly for a while, and then falls straight to the bottom for a while. The ups and downs are like singing, which makes people listen to it Lost God. Generally, within a few minutes of class, the students below start to fish and be lazy.
Wen Ai would basically use this kind of time to observe Xu Changzhou. There was only a seventy-centimeter-wide aisle between them, and if you wanted to know what the other was doing, you could take a rough look out of the corner of your eye.
But Wen Ai didn't want to just take a rough look.
He usually stacks books, large and small, on the side of the table in an uneven stack, with his head lying behind the pile of books, and he can see Xu Changzhou through the gaps in the books. And with the cover, Xu Changzhou couldn't notice it at all, no matter how he liked to look at it.
Today Xu Changzhou is still very quiet, with a gray shell drawing book spread out in front of him, a charcoal pen is loosely held in his right hand, and he skillfully changes the angle of writing, his movements are very smooth.
Not long after, a vivid puppy appeared on the paper. It hides itself behind the pile of books, sticks out half of its body clumsily, its round eyes are full of aura, one ear is limply drooping, the other half stands up, its little head is still so crooked, completely in the Acting cute.
Wen Ai covered her mouth and snickered, Xu Changzhou was so cold on the surface, but in his heart he secretly liked this kind of cute little pet. This inner world with a sudden change in painting style is really—
Hahaha!
He leaned on the table, shrugged his shoulders with a smile, and the system came out to stop him, but the tone of his voice was very strange, as if he was in a bumpy state: "Don't~laugh~I~I want to~vomit~"
Wen Ai was taken aback, and immediately stopped: "What's wrong? Don't scare me."
As soon as he calmed down, the system returned to normal: "You were too emotional just now, the current from the cerebral cortex almost knocked me apart! I am very fragile, and I need to be treated gently by this world."
Wen Ai was silent for a moment: "Okay, I will try to handle it gently in the future."
When he communicated with the system, Xu Changzhou was still refining the sketch, his eyes were focused, and a rare softness could be found in his expression, but it was a pity that Wen Ai completely missed it.
Aristocratic schools like to pursue being different in various aspects. If it sounds good, it is innovation, but if it is popular, it is trying to pretend. Take the physical education class as an example, the school has launched a course selection mode, from ball games to aerobics, you can choose from various course content.
During the class break, the monitor sent everyone a course selection form and asked them to fill it out and hand it in before class.
Jiang Cheng rummaged through the messy seats for a while, and finally turned to Wen Ai to borrow a pen. Lai sat on Wen Ai's desk and began to fill out the form. Checked it.
He aimed his eyes at Wen Ai's watch: "What did you choose? Why don't you play football with me?"
Wen Ai withdrew the pen from his hand: "I have to think about it again."
After Jiang Cheng filled out the form, he went to the next class to pick up girls. Wen Ai stared at his own, and his eyes wandered on Taekwondo, Sanda, and Judo. Xu Changzhou's method. But no matter how hot he thinks, it's useless, the key depends on what Xu Changzhou chooses.
Wen Ai knocked on the system: "What class did the male lead choose?"
System: "Tennis."
Wen Ai put a standard tick on the tennis column, and then put the class selection list in the upper right corner of the desk, so that the class leader can collect it later.
Seeing that there was still some time, he was about to pee. When he got up, he accidentally glanced at Xu Changzhou. There was a clean watch on the clean table, and there was no tick on the clean watch.
Wen Ai asked the system in surprise: "He hasn't chosen yet, why did you tell me he chose tennis?"
The system should be playing Snake again, and rewarded him with two words: "Story."
Wen Ai let out an "oh", it turned out that it was mentioned in the plot, but it was a plot that he didn't know. In fact, apart from the outline of the story, he didn't know many specific plots. The system said that this is to prevent the actors from exploiting loopholes and disrupting the plot after knowing the complete plot.
Wen Ai felt that this rule was completely self-contradictory. On the one hand, he was required to follow the plot and go to the end; It's like walking in the dark and telling you your destination, but you are reluctant to light a light on the road. If you are almost unlucky, don't you just fall into the gutter!
The school announced the physical education class arrangement in the afternoon. Wen Ai took a look at the list of tennis classes, and found that most of the names were unfamiliar, and they were students from other classes. There were only three people in their class who took this course, besides him and Xu Changzhou, and Sun Mengzhen.
The weather in early September was still very hot, and you would sweat all over when you moved. During physical education class, everyone changed into summer sportswear customized by the school. Both men and women wore uniform short-sleeved shorts.
After Wen Ai changed his clothes, he went to the tennis court to gather. When he arrived, more than half of the students in the class had already gathered there.
As soon as he came, dozens of eyes "swish, swish, swish" swept him. After all, he has been a young master for more than ten years, and his tender skin is so white that he can't open his eyes under the sun.
The girls silently hid their arms behind their backs, there is no harm without contrast.
After all, this world is dominated by beauty control. Wen Ai stopped in the center of the venue, her short hair set off her delicate facial features, and her demeanor was clear and clean, which soon attracted many students to talk to her. Wen Ai dealt with them politely, and then got away on the grounds that he wanted to find a classmate.
Wen Ai found Xu Changzhou on the edge of the tennis court. He was alone away from the crowd, leaning against the iron net relaxedly, a little more lazy than usual.
Wen Ai stood still in front of him, with his arms crossed, his face darkened, and his tone very displeased: "You actually chose this course, how disgusting."
As usual, Xu Changzhou just looked at him silently. Because he was looking down, his gaze fell into his open collar unexpectedly, and a large landscape flooded into his eyes instantly. Xu Changzhou froze suddenly, and quickly moved away. head.
Wen Ai thought it was a sign of dislike for him, and secretly rejoiced, it seemed that his tireless efforts to find faults were quite fruitful.
He suppressed the corners of his mouth that were about to rise, put his hands on his waist, and said harsh words to Xu Changzhou: "I tell you, don't even think about your physical education class from now on!"
When he said this, Wen Ai already had a plan in his mind, but he didn't expect that the first person who had a hard time was himself.
The tennis class for them is a very rigorous female coach who attaches great importance to basic skills. After explaining the basics, they are required to start swing practice. Twenty or so students lined up in four rows, holding the racket with their dominant hand, practicing forehand and backhand in turn, and they were not allowed to stop as long as the whistle didn't sound.
After one class, Wen Ai basically couldn't feel the existence of his right hand, what was attached to his right shoulder was a prosthetic limb.
The boring swing practice lasted for three weeks. When the coach finally put the stopwatch in his pocket and announced that this class would be sparring training, the whole class was boiling.
When they were in two teams, Wen Ai strode up to Xu Changzhou in one stride, and unilaterally announced the formation of a partner very forcefully. The few girls who wanted to invite Xu Changzhou but couldn't say it were all stunned. They probably didn't expect Wen Ai to take the initiative to be with Xu Changzhou. After all, after getting along with Xu Changzhou for three weeks, everyone more or less felt his inexplicable affection for Xu Changzhou. hostility.
Sun Mengzhen glanced at them from a distance, with a worried expression.
The coach dragged out two large baskets of tennis balls and asked each group to choose one person to pick them up. Wen Ai bent down to pick and choose in the basket, Sun Meng really appeared out of nowhere, and squatted beside him: "You are a good person."
Wen Ai, who was forcibly stuffed with a good person card: "..."
Sun Mengzhen: "You are very polite to your teachers and classmates. I can tell that you are actually very soft-hearted."
Wen Ai picked up a tennis ball and squeezed it hard, but felt that it was not hard enough, so she threw it back into the basket.
He glanced at Sun Mengzhen: "But?"
Sun Mengzhen smiled: "But once you meet Xu Changzhou, you suddenly become another person. Arrogant, irritable, and narrow-minded."
I am required by the mission, you don't understand.
Wen Ai straightened up, holding tennis balls that were chosen out of thousands of choices in his hands, all of them were brand new, full of air, hard enough, it would definitely hurt to hit him. He looked at Xu Changzhou who had occupied the field in the distance, and the corner of his mouth hooked sinisterly.
Sun Mengzhen took two balls at random and chased them over. He lowered his voice and said, "I just want to say that it is fate that everyone can be assigned to the same class. If there is any misunderstanding, let's talk about it early, and we have to take care of each other in the future."
Wen Ai understood what she was worried about, but seeing that she took the initiative to partner with Xu Changzhou, she felt that this was going to cause trouble.
That's right, he just wanted to do something. For this reason, he endured three weeks of swing training, and the soreness in his arm has never stopped. Now he finally has a chance!
Xu Changzhou lowered his head and fiddled with the racket. When he saw Wen Ai coming, he didn't ask him why he had been away for so long. He walked to his position and stood up, ready to start playing.
Wen Ai was not polite to him either, he threw the ball upwards, exerted strength with his right hand, the ball drew a yellow trajectory in the air, and flew towards the opposite side aggressively.
Regardless of whether it goes out of bounds or not, it is a good shot if it hits someone.
It's a pity that it missed.
One ball, two balls... Each of Wen Ai's balls aimed at Xu Changzhou's body, but they didn't even touch Xu Changzhou's clothes. The most irritating thing is that Xu Changzhou blocked the high-speed ball he shot out with all his strength, and even deliberately gave him a slow ball speed, the kind that elementary school students can catch without pressure.
This is absolutely silent ridicule! The audible translation is: Come and hit me, even if you give you a chance, you won’t be able to hit me.
Wen Ai was energized by his own brain, gripped the racket tightly, and aimed it three inches below Xu Changzhou's navel.
Maybe it's really the way of heaven and good reincarnation, Xu Changzhou didn't expect him to aim at that kind of place, his mind didn't keep up, his body reacted instinctively, and he couldn't control his strength all of a sudden.
Wen Ai was used to playing the same speed of the ball in slow motion, and suddenly there was such a fast one, he didn't even think of hiding, and just stood there waiting to be smashed.
After a muffled sound hitting the body, Wen Ai looked at his calves, then at the tennis ball still rolling at his feet, and suddenly sat down on the ground.
"oops!"
Xu Changzhou frowned, quickly ran over, knelt down on one knee, and helped him check the wound.
There are no muscles on Wen Ai's legs, and the calf sinks into a socket when poked. It is soft, white and tender, making one want to pinch it. Xu Changzhou pressed his bones, and withdrew his hand after confirming that he was not injured.
Wen Ai kept moaning and screaming in pain, Xu Changzhou checked again, there was a large red mark, but there was no blueness at the bottom, let alone purple bruises, it is estimated that after ten minutes, no traces could be found .
Moreover, the ball flew too low just now, and was blocked when it passed the net, so the impact force at the end would not be too great.
Xu Changzhou stood up without saying a word.
Wen Ai made up his mind to touch porcelain, so he lay on the ground and refused to get up. The other students were attracted to him and formed a circle around him, telling him to send him to the infirmary quickly. A tall and burly boy wanted to help him up, but he resolutely refused.
Wen Ai grabbed Xu Changzhou's ankle: "Whoever made it is responsible!"
Xu Changzhou looked down at him: "You want me to be responsible?"
Wen Ai raised his head vigorously, in the backlight, he couldn't see the expression on Xu Changzhou's face clearly, but he still affirmed: "Yes."