Carrying a schoolbag, she naturally entered Class 1 (3) of high school. As soon as she sat in her seat, Xia Qiu heard commotion in the corridor outside.
She is located in the fifth row of the classroom, by the window on the left. She glanced out and saw the bustling girls rushing over there like crazy, as if they were surrounded by something.
After a while, when the girls entered the class, they talked about each other, and none of them had anything to do with Shang Yucheng.
Class One (3) in Senior One this year is not considered a very good class, and those who occupy the first three rows are the gifted students in their class.
Although they all came here for free study and high scholarships, but every time gifted students can support the teacher's grades, they are naturally valued by the teacher.
So the first three rows vaguely form a small circle by themselves, looking at the people behind all day long, as if they are not from the same world, and other people are lower than their first three rows.
And the last four rows are naturally high-paying students who are ignorant and inexperienced. They talk in class, read a novel when they have nothing to do, skip class, and basically have no teacher to care about them.
But Tu Xiaqiu, who is also a high-paying student, has been desperately trying to mix with those gifted students.
Studying hard and making progress every day, she is an outlier in the small circle with poor grades, and in the eyes of gifted students, she is also an outlier.
Therefore, she is a person in both circles, and she is not in any circle.
In the class, she didn't have any friends like Tian Lemon to chat with, so the class has always been a very depressing place for her.
The first period was mathematics class, and the discussions in the class did not last too long.
When Xi Cheng was in class, he would always come ten minutes early, and everyone was used to it.
So the first three rows quickly quieted down, but the last four rows just suppressed the voice of discussion, and the class was still buzzing.
Xia Qiu's deskmate is a boy.
Bird's nest head, black-rimmed glasses, fat and round body and oily acne-prone face, dull personality and low self-esteem, but has always been kind to Xia Qiu.
Behind the scenes, those people joked that Xia Qiu and the boy were twins, and some maliciously called Xia Qiu the boy's wife.
Such a somewhat humiliating, depressing and terrible high school career, but when Tu Xiaqiu recalled it before dying on the plane, because of Xi Cheng's existence, there was still a gleam of pure white about the gloomy high school memories.
"Tu Xiaqiu, send the homework handed in."
Standing on the podium, the man was wearing a black sweater, not a famous brand, jeans, and sneakers.
His hair was a little disheveled in the middle, covering his glasses, and he had stubble around his lips, making him look extremely scruffy, like an uncle in his thirties or forties.
Speaking here, Xi Cheng bent down and broke half of the chalk from the chalk box, turned around and wrote the topic seriously on the blackboard.
And Xia Qiu walked over quietly just like the past few days, picked up half of the thick homework book, and then distributed it to the classmates in the class.
Many people in the whole school, including the students, look down on Xi Cheng.
The one who can never see his face clearly is replaced by the word sloppy, and the female teachers are not even willing to walk within two meters of Xi Cheng.
But when Xia Qiu triggered the task, it was that time when she was holding her homework and accidentally slipped half of it.
She knelt down to pick up her homework, and Xi Cheng, who was halfway writing on the blackboard, also knelt down and picked it up with her.
On the podium next to the lecture table, Xi Cheng's hand stained with white chalk dust, warm fingertips, inadvertently touched Xia Qiu's.
The plot was activated in Xia Qiu's mind like flowing water, and the clean smell of Xicheng around him, as well as the temperature of his fingertips, remained in Xia Qiu's heart forever.