Xiao Yan: "…"
"I..." Fan Yue opened his mouth several times, but was speechless.
In the office of the Student Affairs Office, Director Xu was correcting the exam papers in his class. The door of the office was locked twice from the outside, and two members of the student union who were on duty tonight came in.
"Hello Director Xu." Fan Yue found the student union duty file box beside the bookcase, took out today's duty record sheet and placed it on top, "Our duty tonight is over."
"Thank you for your hard work, just put the form in its original place." Director Xu raised his head and asked routinely, "Has any students found violations today?"
"Yes." The seventh class nodded.
"Tell me?"
Fan Yue continued: "In the first grade, there are several students who stayed late for self-study and did not ask for leave, and a pair of AOs who were in early love. This was caught by the vice-principal. They have already criticized education and deducted points."
"Just these few?" As Director Xu spoke, he approved another copy of the homework in his hand, "Very good, it should be the beginning of school, everyone is still thinking about it, so far I haven't caught a late self-study out for takeout. Yes, thanks for your hard work."
"...It's not hard." The two student council members answered with a guilty conscience and lost their spirits. They turned and left without looking into Director Xu's eyes.
"You just entered the second year of high school, is your study pressure a little too big?" Director Xu asked, looking at the vain footsteps of the two students.
"It's alright." The two of them hurriedly closed the office door and let out a long sigh.
"That fairy dance..." asked the beta boy from class seven.
"We don't have an immortal dance, so we don't do this." Fan Yue quickly motioned him to be quiet and pulled the person away from the door of Director Xu's office, "Just pretend that you didn't see it, or else it would really become an immortal dance."
In the classroom of Grade 1 (3), the well-fed Luo Zhiyu piled two stacks of textbooks on the table, lying on the table listening to the teacher's comment on the test papers. What just happened, like a short video, played many times in his brain.
On the rooftop, Xiao Yan stared at him blankly for a long time, the corners of his lips twitched in an unintelligible smile, the bamboo stick in his hand stabbed the last ball in the box, raised his hand and threw the box into the box not far away. In the trash can, he walked away.
The learning efficiency of evening self-study is not high. Luo Zhiyu does not like inefficient study. He noticed that he was a little distracted, and the chalk words on the blackboard began to have double images in his eyes. Cover up and check the news that he hadn't responded to just now.
[Representative of outstanding students in the second year of high school]: Smile.jpg, classmate Luo Zhiliao.
[I don't know]: You first type my name correctly.
[Representative of outstanding students in the second year of senior high school]: [Baidu Encyclopedia Link of Xianren Jump].
[Representative of outstanding students in the second year of high school]: Fairy frowning.jpg
[Representative of outstanding students in the second year of high school]: Do you think I look like the kind of person who can dance with immortals
For some reason, Luo Zhiyu suddenly saw the scene of Xiao Yan sitting in front of their military training square eating melons that day. He thought so, without noticing the shallow curvature of the corner of his mouth.
"Have you had enough to drink, or are you listening to the class?" Jing Ximing reminded him in a low voice, "What are you laughing at in class?"
Luo Zhiyu looked up from the stack of books: "This lesson is really interesting."
Jing Ximing: "..."
[Not knowing]: Like, very like.
[Representative of outstanding second-year high school students]: Let's fight.
[Not knowing]: You want to fight with omega, you are shameless.
[Representative of outstanding second-year high school students]:…
[Representative of outstanding second-year high school students]: Last year, I was only deducted points for being late and skipping classes a few times. You can count it yourself. Since you came to the first high school, I have been detained.
[Not knowing]: Blame me? You can't be... touch porcelain, right
[Representative of outstanding second-year high school students]:…
[Not knowing]: You have a problem yourself, do you know? You are not as good as me, I will not be
"The classmate in the middle of the back row, that's right, the one who kept his head down and didn't look at the blackboard." The math teacher on the podium hadn't recognized all the students in the class or brought a list of the students in the class, she pointed to Luo Zhiyu position, "How do you solve this problem?"
Luo Zhiyu: "?" What? Where did it go.
He stood up, only to realize that there were several students standing in the classroom at some point, and they probably couldn't answer. The short classmates in the first row cast his eyes on him for help, and the math teacher seemed to believe that he could Answered, staring at him motionless, with a little encouragement and hope in his eyes.
"Teacher." Luo Zhiyu said politely, "Excuse me, which question is it?"
During the evening self-study in the second half of Monday, there was a row of nine students standing in front of the classroom of Class 3, and they were drowning in the moonlight by the aisle.
"Mr. Zhang is a new recruit, a famous murderer." Lin Ziyi said admiringly, "How dare you not listen to her class."
Those with good grades and those with bad grades were kicked out together, and they were treated equally. Everyone felt it was fair, and a deep friendship was immediately established in the process.
"I didn't mean to not attend the class." Luo Zhiyu leaned on the railing and looked downstairs, "I just think it's inefficient to study at night, so I might as well have a good rest."
A group of students tasted the big man's ideological awareness, and combined with their own achievements, they wanted to agree, but they dared not.
The bell rang for the end of class, and the classes that borrowed the evening self-study class continued to drag the class, and the classes that normally attended the self-study class were dismissed one after another. Xiao Yan, carrying a schoolbag and a book of exercises in his hand, went downstairs with Fan Yue Tang Yuan and the others. When he passed the stairs, he saw a row of people who were punished to stand at the gate of Class Three.
"What are you looking at?" Tang Yuan asked, "Aren't you going?"
"It's too rare, I'll have a look." Xiao Yan deviated from the original route downstairs and waved to his roommates, "You guys go back first."
"Hey." Fan Yue couldn't stop his roommate in the crowd, so he could only watch his roommate go retrograde all the way to the classroom of Class 1 (3).
There was one more person in the team standing outside the third class.
"Hi~" Xiao Yan leaned over and greeted him friendly.
"Go away." Luo Zhiyu glanced at the school uniform of the person next to him, "You are of a different color than us."
"You were so good that you were punished for standing up and copying?" Xiao Yan leaned over to read Luo Zhiyu's book, and blatantly stood at the door of Class Three to watch the excitement.
Xiao Yan: "Well, the words are just like people." It's all sloppy.
Luo Zhiyu: "... "Fuck.
A box of octopus balls just wanted to bribe him, dreaming.
It was very cold in the early autumn night, so Luo Zhiyu put on a school uniform. He blew the cold wind in the corridor for a long time, and his fingers were a little inflexible. Seeing Xiao Yan, he suddenly wanted to warm up.
"Don't you feel bad if you don't ask for a beating for a day?" Luo Zhiyu rubbed his sore wrist and took half a step towards the back door of the classroom.
"Huh?" Xiao Yan took a step back, "I didn't, I just stopped by to see you."
"I can't stand here now if you touch porcelain?" Luo Zhiyu picked up the broom by the back door of the classroom, "Who asked you to message me in class? Just don't leave when you come."
"What are you doing? Pull me with you?" Xiao Yan didn't panic this time, and didn't even hide from the broom, "Then you hand over the chat records, and the immortal jumping thing will be deducted together. I don't want any credits, I will pull you back on my back. No loss."
"You don't want it anymore?" Luo Zhiyu asked, "It's good, I appreciate you."
Back row classmates: "???"
Teacher Zhang just got out of class when he heard the movement here and rushed out: "What are you two doing?"
She faced the students in this class: "What's the matter with you? You didn't listen in class, and you didn't take the punishment seriously. Do you want to be called as a parent?"
Then she turned to the sophomore student: "What are you doing, what are you doing at the door of our third get out of class if you don't go back to the dormitory after class?"
Teacher Zhang tried to look at the school uniform name tags of the two students, and wanted to write down the names of the two students and hand it over to the head teacher, but she saw two identical names on the school uniforms of the two students.
0301? Xiao Yan
Teacher Zhang:"?"
She concentrates on teaching and doesn't pay much attention to school news. She only comes to school in the evening when there are classes, and she doesn't know about the morning meeting. She hadn't dealt with this situation before, and she was a little overwhelmed on the spot.
"Which one of you is Xiao Yan?" Teacher Zhang asked with a straight face.
"Mr. Zhang." Luo Zhiyu raised his hand, "I am."
"I was distracted in class, fighting at school, and the plot was extremely bad. I have fully realized my mistake. Please deduct more credits from me!"