Song Yu looked up at the girl across from him again.
She looked at him with a fascinated smile now, met his gaze, and immediately lowered her head. By the way, she stood up the English book in her hand to cover her face.
"… "
Does it make sense
Song Yu twitched the corners of his mouth, ignored her, and focused on the post again.
After the 41L floor master was ridiculed by the group, someone got back to the point.
After all, in front of the righteous master, CP didn't dare to be particularly crazy, suppressing his inner ecstasy and excitement, typed a line, and asked lively, romantic and innocent.
[Brother Yu, are you and Xie Shen studying together? Are you preparing for the monthly exam? [barbaring] [shy]]
Song Yu was bored and replied to her.
121L Your husband, Brother Yu: He helped me with tuition.
The forum erupted in screams.
[Ahhh! ! !]
[Woooooooooo what a fairy day today! I suddenly have motivation again, help me get up, I can still write two math papers]
[My day, don't scare Brother Yu away! Go to the special building, the style of painting here is normal]
Everyone turned the tide and saved the painting style.
ask. [Brother Yu wants to study hard?]
Song Yu lowered his eyelids. Isn't this nonsense, he hasn't studied hard since the beginning of school.
Is it because the identity of the gangster made this group of people misunderstand him a bit, and he felt that it was necessary to explain it to himself.
So Song Yu said a few words calmly in this forum.
Words and deeds teach, tone mockery.
[I have always studied hard, did I not come to study and fight in high school?]
Across the network, a group of people: "… "
[sorry]
After the shock, they poured out deep regrets - looking at the papers they had not finished, they felt for a moment that they didn't deserve to breathe the air.
Are the school bullies studying hard? What qualifications do they have in the water forum!
"Do you like matcha?"
At this time, Xie Sui came back in line, sat opposite him, and asked aloud.
Song Yu put away his mobile phone, saw the small and attractive cake in his hand, widened his eyes slightly, "I like it."
Besides mint, his favorite flavor is probably matcha. Strangely, Xie Sui didn't ask him about the flavor when he went.
Song Yu sincerely praised: "We really have a heart-to-heart."
Xie Sui smiled and did not deny it.
Put the fork in for him and pass it to him. The last time he went to a supermarket with Song Yu, he basically knew what he liked, so there was no need to ask.
"Have you read the notes?"
"… "
Song Yu forked a piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth. Hearing his words, his body froze. Half biting his fork, he stared blankly at him.
The atmosphere was suddenly awkward.
After he had that dream, he has been restless, how can he read books and browse forums on his mobile phone.
Xie Sui looked at him.
Song Yu's lips were already very pale, and he dipped a little cream on it, biting his fork, inexplicably feeling clean and seductive.
Xie Sui looked away and said with a smile, "Don't cry at me after the monthly test results come out."
Song Yu swallowed the cake in his mouth, feeling embarrassed, and said quickly, "No, no, I have never cried in my life. I will recite it when I go back, and I will recite everything you wrote to me when I go back. ."
Xie Sui originally wanted to play, but when he heard his denial, his eyes narrowed.
There were some bad emotions in his heart, for example, what would Song Yu look like when he cried.
Of course this thought is fleeting.
He remembered that Song Yu was very concerned about this monthly exam.
"What will happen to you if you fail the exam?"
After leaving the cake shop and opening the umbrella, Xie Sui asked.
Song Yu forgot about the next day and muttered, "I will be called back by my dad, and you will never see me again."
Xie Sui: "..."
The hand holding the umbrella is tight.
Xie Sui paused for a moment, tilted her head and smiled, "I'll make a study plan for you."
Although the tone is light, it is irresistible.
"Your questioning tactics can stop first."
waste time.
Song Yu: "Huh?"
He went home with a confused look on his face, and when he said goodbye to Xie Sui, he didn't understand why Xie Sui suddenly stopped him from doing the questions.
What is this man doing
Deprive him of the right to study
Afraid that you will steal his first place
Monday, school.
After the morning reading time, the representative of the Chinese class came to collect the homework. Song Yu finally knew the name of this girl. It was called Jiang Chunian, and the name was quite poetic.
When he was about to receive their group, Ma Xiaoding shook his desk behind him: "Brother Yu! What did you write in your composition, can you show it to me?"
Ma Xiaoding loves Chinese. He has no life as a scholar, and he has the disease of a scholar. He especially likes to communicate Chinese homework.
Song Yu is particularly satisfied with the composition he has written, which has depth and breadth, and is simply a masterpiece.
He took out the composition and threw it back, and smugly warned: "Only for appreciation, not for reference."
"Good good."
Ma Xiaoding opened the page with enthusiasm, and he was stunned when he saw the title. After reading the whole text, he was already wilted and his voice was shaking: "Yu... Brother Yu, why do I feel that you are a little off topic. Did you not listen carefully in class? The king speaks."
Lao Wang is their language teacher.
Song Yu frowned: "Isn't that the eight characters? I slept in the language class that day and didn't listen to what he said earlier."
Ma Xiaoding wailed and deplored: "Brother Yu! These eight characters are a topic that Pharaoh found casually, pretending to be literary and artistic, it is not the content of the composition."
"Do you still remember the three-hundred-word semester goal we handed in? Old Wang said, 'If you don't forget it, there will be an echo'. There is a reward for persevering in anything. The content of the composition is to let us say how we plan to achieve the goal."
Song Yu: "..."
Ma Xiaoding: "This time, it's linked to the last time. It can be written as a diary, with the theme of how to strive towards the goal. Your question is biased towards the moon."
Song Yu: "..."
Day, how come no one told him this.
He tilted his head to see Xie Sui who was sleeping, leaned over, and immediately poked his arm with a pen, "Xie Sui, Xie Sui, Xie Sui, get up, get your homework, did you write your composition yesterday?"
Xie Sui and Song Yu were at the same table, and they almost made up for the sleep they hadn't slept in their previous life.
But he was very sleepy and was woken up. When he opened it, his black eyes were very clear, but his voice was slightly hoarse and slightly nasal, "Well, I wrote it."
Song Yu was eager to verify: "What did you write?"
Think back a little.
Xie Sui propped up her arms, sat up, and said slowly, "you."
Song Yu was all stupid. Are the three of them the same job
"You wrote me? You are off topic!"
"No digression,"
Xie Sui's voice had a little smile, and she just woke up, looking sloppy and low.
Staring at him, he said naturally, "My goal for the new semester is you. I never forget to write about you, it's not a digression."
Song Yu: "..."
After listening to it, Ma Xiaoding came to the conclusion: "Yes, Xie Shen is already a man sitting at the top of the school. He doesn't need to plan at all. His last goal was to help Brother Yu with your studies. It's okay to write about you."
Jiang Chunian received their group at this time, and when he heard Ma Xiaoding's words, he laughed: "Whoever wrote what."
She was wearing a school uniform, her hair was tied into a ponytail, and some pieces of hair fell from her ears. She looked youthful and pretty, her skin was white and red, and there were two small pear eddies at the corners of her mouth. Holding a pile of paper in his arms, there is still a bit of quietness and bookishness on his body.
Ma Xiaoding blushed strangely, unable to speak.
Xi Bowen helped explain: "It's nothing, it's just thanking God for writing Brother Yu in the composition."
Jiang Chunian's eyes lit up: "???"
The class represents that the temperament of the whole person has changed.
"What composition?"
Ma Xiaoding's boyish heart is not too obvious, scratching his head, still willing to say a few more words in front of the girl who has a good impression, coughing, blushing: "What else can I write, just last week's homework Ah. Brother Yu, isn't that the case?"
Song Yu couldn't bear it any longer: "Okay, shut up!"
Xie Sui smiled beside him.
"!!!"
Jiang Chuinian's hand trembled slightly while holding the homework. Did she get it for real
Turn in your homework and go back to your seat.
Jiang Chunian held the pen and thought for a long time, then turned his head and said to his deskmate, "I'm going to the forum to write."
She was at the same table as a girl with short hair and a little fat. After class, she opened a bag of potato chips and shoved them into her mouth one by one, vaguely: "What are you writing? Domineering president?"
Jiang Chunian pursed his lips and smiled, which meant a lot: "No, high school grass."
At the same table: "?? You are crazy! You dare to use Xie God as the prototype?"
Jiang Chunian was immersed in his own fantasy, holding his face: "It's more than that, I have to write Brother Yu. Last time I went to ask about the definition domain, I felt that thank God looked at me like a mental retardation, which made me feel ashamed and angry. I can't wait to go underground. But you know, just now when he looked at Brother Yu, his eyes were not like that. When he looked at him, there was a gentle wind in his eyes. "
Deskmate:"… "
666, gentle wind? ? Is there any wind in your eyes? ? This is going to be blind. Most importantly, if you dare to write about Brother Yu, you might be tired of living.
"Would you like to eat some potato chips to calm down?"
Jiang Chunian couldn't wait, took out the book and the wall, and the corners of his lips couldn't stop rising: "I can't calm down! I've already thought about the name, just, you are my unforgettable."
At the same table: "...you must not be read by Brother Yu."
Jiang Chunian raised his chest and was very confident: "If it is sent to the special building, Brother Yu will never see it in his life."
The first class on Monday was an English class. The new English teacher came in, and the whole class was quiet for a few seconds. The man was in his thirties and forties, his hair was a little thin at a young age, he was wearing a suit, and he was holding a thermos cup in one hand. With a lesson plan and a pair of glasses, he looks polite and refined.
He briefly explained that his surname is Cheng, and he will take over a class in the future and become the head teacher. I don't know what happened to Ou Yilian, I just vaguely mentioned it.
The new English teacher and head teacher belonged to the type who seemed to have a very good temper, humorous teaching, fluent and pleasant spoken language, and everyone was very serious in the first section.
When the get out of class was over, Teacher Cheng said, "There are forty-five people in our class."
A girl in the first row shook her head: "Forty-eight, some classmates didn't come."
Teacher Cheng lowered his eyes, took a pen to mark the roster, and said, "Forty-five, the three students who didn't come will not come in the future."
Ma Xiaoding's eyes widened: "This, this, this, Wang dismissed from school?"