The first class of the first semester is a math class.
Ma Xiaoding was more excited than anyone else, and desperately clapped the table in the back: "Brother Yu! Do you want to run for the representative of the mathematics class? I plan to run for the representative of the Chinese class. Why don't we work together to bloom in both arts and sciences."
Song Yuzheng was flipping through the textbook required for high school first, drooping his eyes lazily. Hearing his words, he sneered: "You can bloom by yourself."
Xi Bowen was so frightened that he tried to persuade him: "This is not possible, Ma, the representative of the Chinese class is going to read it."
Ma Xiaoding has no self-knowledge and is proud: "Of course I know, I'm going for this, how can I not show off after memorizing so many poems."
Xi Bowen weakly said, "It's better not to."
The classmates who love learning are about to cry, let me go, I don't want my high archaeological poetry to be written with zero marks.
The class bell rang, and the math teacher walked in with a lesson plan. He was in his late fifties, thin, bald, and wearing glasses.
Holding a thermos cup in his hand, he stood on the podium and took a slow sip of water.
"Classmates, I'm your math teacher this semester."
The emphasis of speaking is also protracted, which makes people sleepy.
Ma Xiaoding whispered from behind: "Is it true that math teachers all over the world have a face that makes people want to sleep when they look at it."
Song Yu disliked him being noisy, so he kicked back with his foot: "Shut up."
Ma Xiaoding silently made a zipper gesture on his mouth with his hand.
The first class usually has no specific content. The math teacher slowly explained his teaching plan and glanced at the first class. "So, I will choose a class representative first. Is there anyone who volunteers?"
Ma Xiaoding was more upbeat than anyone else, shaking his stool, restless, and insinuated frantically, "Brother Yu, Brother Yu! Come on, Brother Yu!" In his heart, Brother Yu held the papers in such a summer vacation and didn't let go, and he was the first to start school. How can a strange man who is fighting against trigonometry all over the world not have an identity in the mathematics class
More importantly, he wants to run for the representative of the Chinese class! Wenli Shuangjie sounds so fucking handsome!
Song Yu held the pen, wishing to turn his head to slap him.
Ma Xiaoding was so excited, his whole face exuded joy, and it was a stark contrast to all the students who were struggling.
The math teacher's eyes fell on his face, and his eyes lit up: "The student in the fourth group and the third from the bottom row, it seems that you are very excited. You are so enthusiastic about the math class. You are the representative of the math class."
"… "
Ma Xiaoding's cheerful smile solidified on his face.
Ma Xiaoding, who was awarded the position of the representative of the mathematics class, finally calmed down. After that, he was paralyzed for a class, and his whole face was full of love.
Song Yu pulled the corner of his mouth.
The school bell rings.
After the math get out of class, Ma Xiaoding ran faster than anyone else, following in the footsteps of the math teacher, wishing to fly to the office to die.
Song Yufu was taking notes at the desk. Some time ago, he did the papers for the sake of feeling, but now that he has the book, he began to systematically sort out the knowledge context.
Halfway through writing, he was stuck in a Venn diagram formula, and poked Xie Sui next to him with a pen: "Is this right?"
It just sounded at the same time as him, and there was a girl's voice.
"Xie Sui, can I ask what is the domain of definition?"
The voice is sweet and soft and charming.
Song Yu held the pen for a while, looked up, and saw a girl with a single ponytail by the aisle of the classroom holding a pen and a math book, her face was red, and her eyes were bright at Xie Sui. She is very good-looking, and only a particularly confident girl would be so active.
Xie Sui slept and was woken up by Song Yu's pen. When he opened his eyes, the dark and deep eyes were thin and cold.
When I saw the textbooks, desks, and classrooms in front of me, I felt a little gloomy in my heart.
The autumn wind blows the curtains and blows into the classroom. The boy's eyelashes trembled, the emotion in Taohua's eyes was deep, and he turned to look at Song Yu: "What's right?"
Song Yu was still holding the pen, and silently pointed at the girl standing next to him who was completely ignored and a little embarrassed, "How about you first answer her what is the domain of definition?"
The girl smiled with difficulty, but said it again: "Xie Sui, I don't understand the explanation in the book."
Xie Sui glanced at Song Yu silently. He tilted his head, smiled at the girl, and distanced himself gracefully: "Sorry, I don't understand either."
"Maybe you can take it off your back."
The tone is obviously understatement, but I always feel that I am insinuating people stupid.
The girl's smile became more and more stiff, and the fingertips holding the pen turned white. She lowered her head and whispered, "Oh, okay."
Song Yu watched the whole process.
After watching her trot back to her seat, she covered her face with a book in annoyance, and was comforted by a group of sisters beside her with a smile.
He suddenly felt a little itchy throat and wanted to say something.
For example: "You lose a suitor this way."
Another example: "You really don't know what a domain is?"
Xie Sui's last life was lack of suitors. He glanced at Song Yu lightly and said, "I know, but I don't want to answer."
Song Yu: "...Oh."
Xie Sui stretched out his hand and pulled over the mess he scribbled, thinking of where to write a summary: "What did you want to ask me just now?"
Song Yu was moved by him.
Brothers are like brothers, and women are like clothes!
"this one!"
Xie Sui took a pen and wrote down the formula he asked. I also changed some things on it, and instantly many knowledge points have a concise and clear connection.
Taking the book, Song Yu sighed: "As expected of thank God." But he was still curious: "Why didn't you answer, I know the definition of the domain, why didn't she ask me by the way."
It's a pity that the first opportunity to communicate with female classmates in high school passed by just like that.
Although Song Yu was playing around on the forum, and his scumbag temperament was about to overflow across the screen, in reality, Song Yu was still very happy to answer questions for female classmates. Don't ask, just be helpful.
Xie Sui looked at his regretful expression, squinted his eyes slightly, smiled with his lips hooked, and said in a light tone: "It's too basic, I usually only answer Lagrange."
Song Yu: "..."
fuck you.
Is this shit going to go away
Just before the get out of class bell, Ma Xiaoding came back like a ghost, holding a delicate strawberry cake in his hand.
Judging from his shattered expression, he knew that the deal was not done, and the math class representative was appointed.
Xi Bowen couldn't hide his joy: "Oh, don't be sad, Ma, aren't the representatives of the Chinese class and the math class both class representatives, no difference, no difference."
Ma Xiaoding was about to cry: "Can this be the same! Math class means failing math, I have to go to the office to give him homework every day, let me die!" But before he died, he still held the cake in his hand aggrievedly, Put it on Xie Sui's table, "Thank God, a girl from the next class on the road asked me to bring it to you. It looks pretty, and it's probably the flower of the second class. I think you can eat it with confidence."
Xie Sui lowered her head and glanced at the cake.
There was also a post-it note with a faint fragrance on it, the girl's handwriting was delicate, and there was a smiley face next to "Thank God, hello".
Xi Bowen admired his real name: "Thank God this is too popular."
Song Yu clicked his tongue, and he just said, there is no stupid cannon fodder like Zhu Zhixing, Xie Sui's high school life must be very high-spirited. The first grade is the school grass again. In the campus era, it is definitely the person who swept the whole school.
Xie Sui didn't think about it, and said, "Thank you, but I don't eat sweets."
Ma Xiaoding's eyes lit up and pretended to say, "That's a pity, but everyone gave it to me, and I'm too embarrassed to send it back. Why don't I help you—"
Song Yu has already raised his hand: "Give it to me, I haven't eaten the cake given by a girl."
Ma Xiaoding was crying, and swallowed the following words silently. Brother Yu grabbed food from him, what else could he say.
The corner of Xie Sui's lips smiled faintly.
He tilted his head and said to Ma Xiaoding, "You eat."
Ma Xiaoding: "???"
Song Yu: "!!!"
Song Yu: "What are you doing—"
Xie Sui opened the textbook for compulsory mathematics one, and pointed to the domain of definition with his long fingers.
"Come on, I found that I really don't seem to know what the domain of definition is. Please explain it to me."
Song Yu immediately shut up, having been enthusiastic about learning for several days, he finally had the opportunity to show himself, and excitedly leaned over: "The definition of domain is actually very simple, I will find the question for you, and I will say more. clear."
"..." Xi Bowen and Ma Xiaoding.
"Brother Yu is too coaxing."
Ma Xiaoding ate the sweet strawberry cake with a spoon in the back, and finally got some comfort from the injury he received from mathematics.
Xi Bowen lifted his glasses, his eyes full of admiration: "This is probably the difference between Xueba. There is nothing that can't be solved by doing a problem, and one problem can't be solved, just two problems."
"Cow batch!"
Ma Xiaoding raised his fork in agreement.
It became more and more certain that Brother Yu was really a scholar.
The last class in the morning was Elaine Ou's class. Last time she gave a self-speaking speech, she forgot to make an introduction between the students, so this first English class became a class meeting.
Ou Yilian is still stepping on high heels, wearing a skirt, and his gestures are full of perfume.
"Last time was too rushed, and the people in our class haven't introduced themselves well. Well, in this class, let's get to know each other first."
"Starting from the first group, S-shaped order, come, you come, come to the podium and introduce yourself, talk about your name and hobbies."
The first girl shyly came to the stage and gave a speech. She said it very quickly, saying hello everyone, and after reporting her name, she blushed and stepped down. Wang Ci didn't come to school today, and took his younger brothers to vacate a row of seats. On the first day of school, he didn't give face to the head teacher, but Ou Yilian didn't ask a word, and let the next person continue.
Compared with the restrained girls, the boys are a little more cheerful, but their words are also very simple.
Ou Yilian frowned, not very satisfied with the effect, "Why are you so shy, you still have to stumble when introducing yourself, so let's just write your name and not introduce yourself. Everyone comes to the stage to introduce their tablemates, Don't be shy about talking to others."
The tablemate was chosen by myself, and most of the junior high schools knew each other. The atmosphere was lively now, and it was all kinds of damage when I came to the stage.
According to the S-type, in their group, Ma Xiaoding and Xi Bowen were the first to speak.
Ma Xiaoding was always the most excited person in the audience. He said that he was introducing the same table, but he ended up mentioning two blog posts, and the rest was messed up. It was Ou Yilian who gritted his teeth and drove him off impatiently.
When I arrived at Xi Bowen, I felt sorry for this little nerd, stumbling and stumbling for a long time: "My name is Xi Bowen, I am profound and knowledgeable in Chinese. My roommate... The same table..." Facing the former junior high school bully at the same table, the characteristics and impressions, All he could say was, "He...he's the math class representative now."
Ma Xiaoding: "..." On the day, which pot is not opened, which pot is raised.
When it was Xie Sui and Song Yu's turn, the whole class fell silent. After all, he was a character who focused on the audience as soon as the school started. He didn't know his name yet. The girls held their breaths and concentrated their attention, so that some boys who played games raised their heads.
Song Yu went up first.
Seeing that it was him, Ou Yilian looked indifferent, and had already started looking down at her phone.
Write your name on the blackboard with chalk.
Song Yu turned around, threw the chalk into the box, and said succinctly, "Song Yu, metaphorical metaphor."
Ma Xiaoding started booing and applauding desperately: "Oh oh oh oh oh well well well well well!"
In the silence and shock of the whole class, like a sand sculpture.
Whole class: "… "
Song Yu looked at him like a fool.
Probably the only bit of shame that came out, Ma Xiaoding chose to close the wheat again.
The classroom is quiet.
Song Yusheng is good-looking, his skin is white and transparent, his hair is light and his eyes are light. Standing on the podium, indescribably handsome.
Song Yu, metaphorical metaphor.
Sitting in front of the podium table is a girl with hair down, star hairpin, round face, very cute. His eyes widened when he said his name, and he was stunned for a long time.
People are still confused.
In the quiet classroom, her voice was particularly obvious.
"Is it... that metaphor of my husband, Brother Yu?"