Jiang Yang was thrown down by Huang Shao and was forced to fall into Qin Xu's arms. When he wanted to get up, he couldn't move his feet very well. He struggled for a long time, but accidentally knocked him twice and hit Qin Xu. The pain was so great that he couldn't help complaining, is this guy's body made of iron? It's so hard.
Of course, the cartilage nose collided with the shoulder bones, which was nothing compared to it. Jiang Yang was at a disadvantage, his nose turned red, and some saline oozed from the corners of his eyes.
Seeing him, Qin Xu helped him to stand upright, and said with a smile, "Huang Shao, stop playing, you can see that Jiang Yang was forced to cry."
These words helped Jiang Yang get out of the predicament, but in fact, there was no trace of thoughtfulness and kindness in his eyes, and his eyes were full of playfulness and provocation.
Of course, Jiang Yang didn't appreciate it at all, and shouted with a dark face: "Crying for your mother!"
Qin Xu said to Bian, "My mother isn't here, so why cry? She didn't bump her nose."
This was not enough. After speaking, he raised his hand and rubbed Jiang Yang's head with a smile, and said as if coaxing a child: "Okay, don't cry, don't cry, if you cry again, there will be no sugar to eat."
Jiang Yang... was so pissed off!
This can be said to be a huge insult!
Jiang Yang's eyes widened, and when his light brown eyes got closer, Qin Xu realized that his eyes were round like cat's eyes, and the color was beautiful, like rare glass beads, which had a unique luster in the sunlight.
At this time, the class bell rang, and the system that had been as quiet as a chicken in Jiang Yang's mind uttered: "The punishment is over, return to normal."
Jiang Yang immediately found that his feet could move. Without even thinking about it, he stepped forward and punched Qin Xu on his stomach, then ruthlessly messed up his handsome hairstyle, and then raised a distorted fake smile: "Baby , don’t cry.”
After completing this series of revenge actions, he turned around and left, with full momentum, his feet stepped on the ground, as if he was about to step hard to make a hole.
Huang Shao looked at Qin Xu's chicken nest head and his handsome face, the contrast was so great that he couldn't help laughing.
Then, he was swept over by a sharp knife, Huang Shao immediately shut up knowingly, his whole body froze, as if he was suddenly pressed the pause button, he was coerced, after all, he still remembered Qin Xu's reputation and the last time he shot him Grim Reaper in the butt stares threateningly.
Huang Shao—he carelessly causes troubles all day long, has a keen sense of danger and can change his face in an instant, flatters and flatters him nonchalantly, and can start jumping wildly after his scars heal and forget the pain—this kind of person, in the chaotic era, is also Personal talent.
Qin Xu turned around, stroked his messy hair casually, and walked upstairs slowly, with no trace of anger on his face, and even bent his lips into a smile inexplicably when he turned the corner.
Huang Shao, who was following behind, was dumbfounded—could it be that Qin Xu was shaking M, otherwise how could he still laugh after being beaten
Just as Huang Shao wanted to laugh, he was stared at again, and immediately bowed his head, cowardly and obedient.
The two who were late for class were reprimanded by the teacher before they were put back in their seats and started a new class.
Forty minutes passed, time passed quickly, and the crisp and pleasant bell rang. On the podium, the math teacher said: "After this question is finished, the get out of class will be over."
It dragged on for another 7 minutes, and finally the get out of class was officially over. The restless students in the class couldn't hold back and immediately got up and ran outside.
Xiao Yuxin, who was sitting in the second row, walked quickly to the podium. His thin figure was wearing black round-rimmed glasses, and he was not intimidating. He watched the boys below screaming, and could only pat the table to attract everyone's attention. , and then said loudly: "Change seats tomorrow, if you have any ideas, please mention them as soon as possible. The seat chart will be set today, and we will not wait when it is out of date."
When the news hit, most of the people in the class were blown up, and they immediately made an appointment with a good friend to talk about being at the same table.
Being at the same table, this relationship is very special and highly valued, and the feeling derived from it is also very different. But an arm's length away, the person closest to you in the whole class whispers to you in class, secretly passes notes, thinks you are slow when copying homework, helps to watch the teacher during class, and secretly reminds you when the teacher asks questions. I will lend you the pen, and send homework to help you...
Perhaps the school also knows the power of being at the same table, so it generally prevents boys and girls from being at the same table, to prevent the signs of puppy love, and to kill the environment that is convenient for love in the cradle.
But this does not prevent the students from teasing and booing. When someone has a crush on someone of the opposite sex, at such a time, the bad friend next to him will hook his shoulders and laugh, "This is my chance, do you want me to write your and that name together~"
The ending of the rippling wave line is the little beauty of youth.
In the group of boys in the last row, there is such a roar of laughter now. The boy in the center of the topic is said to be annoyed and blushes, and pushes away his bad friend angrily, but he can't help stealing his eyes from the girl in his heart. Take a look, to see her reaction.
And the girl lowered her head, holding the hand of her good friend, and hurriedly escaped from the classroom, but many classmates saw the blush on her face.
The three minutes of get out of class time passed quickly.
The English teacher walked into the classroom, stood on the podium, smiled and said: "Class begin."
Following the class representative's reminder to stand up, the students bowed and said hello together sparsely, then sat down and took out the corresponding textbooks.
When the teacher was teaching the textbook, many people in the class squeaked regularly with the cool wind blowing from the fan above their heads, and fell into a drowsiness uncontrollably.
After half a class, the teacher asked the students to take out the morning test papers, glanced at the dark head below, and said lightly: "Seeing that everyone's enthusiasm is not high, then let's start the train and refresh yourself."
The teacher's bright eyes slowly scanned the entire class, as if he had a difficulty in choosing for a while.
In an instant, many students were shocked, as if they had been splashed with a basin of ice water, sobered up a lot, and stared nervously at the teacher, for fear that she would click on the group they were in, and at the same time, they were afraid that their eager eyes would arouse their attention. The teacher's attention is quite disturbing.
"Then... the second group."
The students seemed to be on an invisible roller coaster, their hearts were ups and downs, and finally settled down. Some secretly called it unlucky, while others breathed a sigh of relief.
The first student in the second group stood up with a bitter face, and was about to speak his answer to the first question. But the English teacher said, "No, the second group I'm talking about is the second group by the door."
The first student was stunned for a moment, hesitating whether to sit down, but some students behind him were secretly happy.
"Forget it, let's go to this group, tell me your answer, and explain why you chose this one by the way." With a wave of his hand, the English teacher made a decision so chicly and casually.
Students in this group: "..."
Life is so fucking up and down and down and down and down!