The Moon is Coming to Me

Chapter 3

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Zhou Qiang didn't expect that Lin Qinhe refused so bluntly, and was very embarrassed for a while. He turned his head and looked, and Tao Xi, who was rejected on the spot, lowered his eyes, looking like he was beaten to the point of despair.

He couldn't see the good child being wronged, and his heart was full, and he said to Lin Qinhe with a stern face: "What's wrong? The classroom is so big!"

In fact, there is still a vacancy in the classroom, which is reserved for a student who is on leave due to illness.

Good boy Tao Xi slandered, dammit, if he had put it in Qingshui No. 1, he would have slapped his face and left.

But the other party is Lin Qinhe, so it's different.

He lowered his head slightly, but raised his eyes to look at Lin Qinhe with his upper eye line, pursed his lips, and his eyelashes trembled inadvertently.

This is what he is best at. The expression when he pleads for mercy and begging for mercy to the teacher after a big disaster, and occasionally uses it when making up stories for those photographers, and he will get more compensation.

Zhou Qiang on the side began to cherish softly again: "Let's try it for a week, anyway, we have to change seats later. If it doesn't fit, we can change it again, okay?" He winked at Lin Qinhe while saying this.

Lin Qinhe frowned, his eyes quickly moved away from Zhou Qiang's very hot-eyed face, and he glanced at Tao Xi next to him. After being silent for a while, he turned around and walked towards the last row.

Zhou Qiang breathed a sigh of relief, he felt that this was acquiescence, he quickly pushed Tao Xi, and whispered: "Go and prepare for class."

Tao Xi looked at Lin Qinhe's back, and there was an untraceable smile on the corner of his mouth. He walked to the vacant seat next to Lin Qinhe in the last row under the various eyes of his classmates.

Lin Qinhe had already taken out the wireless earphones and put them in his ears. He took out a book from the drawer and read it. It looked like a math problem. He didn't look at anything from the beginning to the end, and the mineral water was left on the desk at will. In one corner, the cold water vapor condensed into beads and rolled down to the table.

Tao Xi stuffed the schoolbag into the drawer and sat down.

As soon as Zhou Qiang walked out of the classroom, the classroom began to be restless again. The previous English reading seemed to be a scene, and many people quietly looked at the last row, or looked at or discussed.

A boy in front of Tao Xi spun around like a spinning top, showing two rows of big white teeth with a smile: "Student Tao, my name is Bi Chengfei, the sports committee member of the first class, you can call me Da Fei."

The girl sitting on the side laughed and scolded shameless, Bi Chengfei didn't have any embarrassment, and continued to look at this new classmate with a friendly smile, his eyes were full of curiosity.

Tao Xi was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes and said, "I know you."

Bi Chengfei was stunned. He found that this new classmate looked better when he smiled. He scratched his hair a little embarrassedly and said, "Am I so famous in your Qingshui No. 1 high school? Then why doesn't anyone write to me?" ? He glanced at Lin Qinhe, who was beside him, and whispered, "Lin Xueshen has received a lot of letters from girls in your school."

Because of the remote live broadcast of classes, several good-looking and high-achieving students of Wenhua No. 1 Middle School are also famous in Qingshui No. 1 Middle School. Many girls in Qingshui quietly wrote letters to the boys they liked, and the main target was Lin Qinhe.

Tao Xi's expression became unnatural for a moment.

Because he was one of the "girls" who wrote letters to Lin Qinhe, and he also wrote many letters.

However, he did not confess, but reported everything about himself to his unilaterally "famed" distant friends, just like Lin Qinhe was a distant mailbox.

In order to cover up his handwriting that looked like a boy, he also bought pink stationery and a silver-white gel pen. The strokes were like flowers, and he used the tone of a little girl to say that he saw him in English class. I admire English very much. How many places have I improved in the monthly exam this time? I want to work hard to enter a university with him, and I want to know whether he will take the Tsinghua University or Peking University exam...

Finally, the word "peach" is signed, and a small peach flower is also drawn.

However, the girls in Qingshui No. 1 Middle School, including him, never received a reply, and gradually they stopped writing. Only Tao Xi persisted until after the mid-term exam in the second year of high school, and he learned that he was the first in the county's joint entrance exam at the end of the term. He could go to Wenhua No. 1 Middle School to study for a year, and he would not write letters any longer after he was ready to prepare for the exam.

Tao Xi glanced at Lin Qinhe out of the corner of his eye. He was still reading, maybe because he was wearing headphones, he didn't hear their conversation at all.

He was inexplicably relieved, smiled at Bi Chengfei and said, "I know you because you often do problems on the blackboard."

The students who had been listening to the last row with their ears open all the time suddenly fell to their knees with laughter.

Everyone knows that Bi Chengfei is often punished on the stage to do questions because of his small talk in class. Sometimes the teacher will yell at the three words Bi Chengfei in the middle of the class. The whole Qingshui Rocket Class is familiar with this name.

Bi Chengfei himself also smirked along with the goose, not at all embarrassed.

Maybe it was because the atmosphere was warm, or maybe it was because the new classmates had a good personality. Several "lively and enthusiastic" students couldn't help but get close to Tao Xi and asked him if he knew him.

Unexpectedly, Tao Xi could recognize most of them.

The monitor Li Xiaoyuan, the representative of the Chinese class Zhang Mengtong, the representative of the English class Jin Jing, the art committee member Jiang Xinyun…

"I only have the real feeling of taking classes with us at Qingshui No. 1 Middle School. If I knew I would have paid more attention to my image." After Bi Chengfei sighed, he took out a mobile phone from his pocket, quickly unlocked the screen, and changed it affectionately. call:

"Student Xiaoxi, please add WeChat and QQ. As the group leader of our class group and boys group, I sincerely invite you to join us as a distinguished group member."

The other students on the side also took out their mobile phones as a gesture to join.

Tao Xi got goosebumps at "Xiao Xi", shook his head and said, "Sorry, I don't have a cell phone."

The people nearby were silent for a few seconds when they heard the words, and Bi Chengfei was also stunned. He never thought that there would be no mobile phones in this day and age, but he immediately thought that Tao Xi was from the countryside, and he felt that he had said the wrong thing, so he looked carefully Tao Xi's expression, but found that he was very calm, not a little embarrassed, and turned the pen skillfully in his hand, as if saying that I didn't eat breakfast.

Bi Chengfei breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said, "It's okay, I'll tell you directly if I have any notice!"

Tao Xi took the pen and said thank you with a smile.

Bi Chengfei wanted to say something else, but looked at Lin Qinhe, who frowned and was obviously displeased with the noise, and closed his mouth again.

But at this time, Lin Qinhe's mobile phone on the table suddenly began to vibrate. He glanced at the phone screen, frowned slightly, picked up the phone, got up and walked out the back door, as if he didn't want to stay here for a moment.

Bi Chengfei felt as if he had been granted amnesty, lying on the table of Taoxi, covering his mouth and whispering: "Xiaoxi, don't mind the fact that Lin Xueshen didn't let you sit next to him just now, because his best buddy finally passed the exam at the end of last semester. Fifty, he can finally be transferred to our class, he has been talking about sitting next to the school god for a year."

Zhou Qiang told Tao Xi that Wenhua No. 1 Middle School took classes every two months, and the classes were re-divided according to the mid-term and final rankings. However, most of the students in the first class were relatively stable, and only a few students were changed this time.

Li Xiaoyuan, the monitor who was patrolling back and forth in charge of discipline, but in fact he also talked small talk, held up his black round-rimmed glasses and whispered, "Yeah, Yakult and Lin have the best relationship. It took a long time to get in from the second class. Today, I was sick because of illness. I didn't come because I asked for leave."

This Yakult sounds like a nickname for a person, and he is quite familiar with a group of people.

Hey, it turned out to be because he broke up the brothers who were finally reunited.

No wonder Lin Qinhe was so resistant.

Tao Xi snorted and said with a guilt look: "Knowing this is the case, I should tell Teacher Zhou not to sit here."

But he felt guilty in his heart. He took all his efforts to come here from Qingshui No. 1 Middle School, and it was exchanged for more than 300 days and nights. How could he easily pass up the opportunity to sit with Lin Qinhe

Seeing this, Bi Chengfei hurriedly comforted: "It's okay, everyone is in the same class. Lin Xueshen has always been sitting alone. Even if we were transferred to him, he would not be happy."

It means that Lin Qinhe is not targeting Tao Xi.

Tao Xi nodded and didn't speak anymore, because Lin Qinhe came back from the back door with his mobile phone.

Immediately after the class bell rang, the students in the classroom rushed back to their seats like beasts, and took out their language textbooks from the table.

The first class was Chinese. Tao Xi looked to the side and saw that Lin Qinhe also took out the Chinese textbook, but he didn't open it, just put it aside for meaning, and flipped through a math competition book.

So arrogant.

Naturally, Tao Xi didn't have the capital to be arrogant, so he quickly took out the Chinese textbook. His learning progress has been consistent with that of class one. Of course, the learning results have not been consistent.

The language teacher's name is He Wenjiao. She is a young female teacher in her early thirties. She is petite and has a round face that looks like she is only in her twenties. The students call her Sister Jiao in private.

He Wenjiao walked to the podium and said softly, "Did you miss the teacher after a summer vacation?"

The students below quickly dragged their voices and said, "Want to—"

"Yes, after three days of separation, everyone's ability to tell lies is really getting better and better." The dimples on the corner of He Wenjiao's mouth deepened, and she turned her eyes to the last row.

"First of all, I want to welcome the new classmates who came to our class, classmate Tao Xi, you are welcome." He Wenjiao said, looking at the only unfamiliar face in the classroom, with a genuine smile in her eyes.

Tao Xi was agitated, quickly stood up from his seat, and politely called He Wenjiao hello teacher.

He Wenjiao nodded to let him sit down, and suddenly dropped a thunderbolt on the ground: "Everyone should still remember the full score work I sent to you after the final exam of the first year of high school, didn't many people cry at that time? , the title is "The Man Chasing the Moon", which was written by Tao Xi."

After each big exam at Wenhua No. 1 Middle School, the language team will select some excellent compositions and send them to the students of all grades. The papers from Wenhua No. 1 Middle School are used for the final exam of Qingshui No. 1 Middle School. , Seeing that Tao Xi's composition was very touched, he also copied and distributed it.

Tao Xi felt another intense and intense line of sight shots, shocked, sympathetic, incredible, pitiful... Except for Lin Qinhe on the side, there was no reaction.

Bi Chengfei, who was in front of him, also turned around and reached out to pat his shoulder, his eyes were very painful.

Hold!

Tao Xi instantly felt like a light on his back, and his embarrassed toes really wanted to dig out a basketball court!

Because the first-person narrative was completely made up by him. The protagonist "I" lost his mother at the age of five and lost his father at the age of ten, but he was still poor and determined to pursue his dreams...

Tao Xi wanted to shout, "Then it's a fucking fake!"

As if hearing his inner call, He Wenjiao continued: "But I went to the teacher of Qingshui No. 1 Middle School to find out, and I know that this composition is fictitious."

Tao Xi breathed a sigh of relief, and the classmates also breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew their messy eyes.

If this is true, they really don't know how to face this cabbage with such a tragic fate in the future.

"Many people in your class can only write argumentative essays. Once they write narrative essays, they will have no emotion and will not be able to impress people at all. The stories they make up are also sparse and even inconsistent." He Wenjiao said slowly.

Some students below may be thinking of their own composition, or scratching their heads or turning their pen, and feel uncomfortable.

"Some people write very brilliant argumentative essays, citing widely and logically, but if they are asked to write a lyrical narrative essay, they will become a piece of wood without emotions, such as Lin Qinhe, who is reading the math competition book in the last row. "

Many students quietly turned their attention to the "wood" in the last row, but no one dared to laugh.

Tao Xi also looked beside him, saw Lin Qinhe's hand about to turn the page, frowned slightly, and then stuffed the competition book into the drawer.

Tao Xi couldn't help laughing, and he promised that the sound was smaller than that of a mosquito.

But Lin Qinhe obviously heard it, turned his face slightly, and glanced at him blankly, because he was taller, his long eyelashes drooped when he looked at him, half covering the cold and cold light in his dark eyes, like a table As cool as the bottle of ice water.

If it was someone else who looked at him so indifferently, Tao Xi was sure to stare back, and even scolded a few words when he was in a bad mood.

But Tao Xi just looked back innocently, eyes full of I didn't laugh at you.

Lin Qinhe retracted his gaze and casually opened a certain page of the language book.

He Wenjiao obviously did not intend to let it go easily, and continued with a smile: "Tao Xi's composition is better than his sincere feelings and simple and delicate language. Lin Qinhe, it happens that Tao Xi is sitting next to you. You can learn more from him in the future. Good lyrical narrative."

As soon as these words came out, many students couldn't help covering their mouths in shock.

This is Lin Qinhe. His grades have always been ranked first in the whole grade, and he can still drop the second place by 120 points. Mathematics, English and science are all near full marks, and Chinese is also an absolute high score.

After all, most of the essay questions are not limited to genres, and argumentative essays will still get good marks if they are well written.

And Tao Xi is just an "international student" from a poverty-stricken county. Even if he is the first in Qingshui County, they clearly know the gap between Tao Xi and them.

Tao Xi didn't expect that He Wenjiao would wear such a big and tall hat for him as soon as he came, but he still wore it on Lin Qinhe.

At a young and frivolous age, of course he felt a little complacent. Writing, like painting, was his innate talent, and he never missed his composition every time he took the Chinese exam.

But when he thought that Lin Qinhe's total score was not a human being, the tail that was about to wag drooped down again.

He Wenjiao is simply drawing hatred for him.

Tao Xi cursed inwardly.

Lin Qinhe on the side said nothing, and probably didn't care about He Wenjiao's words at all.

And Tao Xi found that he couldn't laugh anymore, because He Wenjiao started to talk about this ancient poetry selection, and he asked a group of people to learn and recite most of them during the summer vacation.

And he didn't study at all during the summer vacation.

Tao Xi suddenly had a very strong ominous premonition. After finishing a class on the ground, Bi Chengfei told him a piece of good news:

"We finished our self-study in mathematics and science through online courses in the summer vacation. English was originally based on my aunt's interest, and Chinese was almost finished."

"???"

Tao Xi was suffocated for a while. He didn't even go to the Internet to take an online class? !

Bi Chengfei paused and cruelly left another message: "We are going to start the school exam this weekend, so we will take the content of the summer self-study."

"… "

Bi Chengfei looked at the pale Tao Xi with pity, and reassured: "It's okay, even if you don't pass the exam, the teacher and we will understand you!"

Tao Xi said numbly: "Is it too late for me to change my head now?"

He glanced at Lin Qinhe, who was looking at the phone with his head down, thinking that this head is not bad.

Bi Chengfei thought that when Tao Xi looked at Lin Qinhe, he wanted to ask Lin Qinhe to help him with tutoring. He thought that Tao Xi looked weak, but he was timid, so he quickly recommended himself: "I can help you! As long as you don't dislike me Our class's grades are falling behind."

He didn't want Tao Xi to be rejected by Lin Qinhe again, it would be embarrassing ×2.

Tao Xi was indeed brave, but before he dared to attack Lin Qinhe's idea, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a smile, and said, "It's alright, I'm here to help you flick your tail."

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