The sports meeting lasted for two days, and when it was over, it was followed by a weekend.
When I went to school on Monday, the relaxed atmosphere in the class was still there.
Yu Fan was arrested as soon as he entered the classroom.
The sports meeting in the class took the third place in the grade, and won many awards in various events. Zhuang Fangqin came here early in the morning to post all these on the wall behind the classroom.
Zhuang Fangqin raised his head and directed: "A bit to the left...too left, crooked... Do you have a sense of balance? You can see how upright Chen Jingshen is."
Yu Fan stood on the chair, holding the two corners of the certificate, feeling like an idiot: "Then why don't you just let him finish posting it all?"
"This is an award that everyone gets by themselves, so of course you have to post it yourself." Zhuang Fangqin said, "You may only get this award for three years in high school, post it for me carefully, and don't break it!"
"..."
Yu Fan finished posting the certificate for the second place in the long jump, and Zhuang Fangqin stuffed a certificate for the first place in the relay, and asked him to post it by the way.
Yu Fan adjusted it dozens of times according to her intentions, and finally posted it to Zhuang Fangqin's satisfaction.
Just as he was about to go down, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Chen Jingshen's 3,000-meter certificate next to the relay.
Yu Fan tossed and tossed for a long time, and couldn't help looking for trouble: "Why should the second place be posted on the top with the first place?"
Zhuang Fangqin: "I didn't dislike you on the same report card as you."
"..."
"Okay, come down quickly."
When Yu Fan returned to his seat, Chen Jingshen was giving a lecture to a boy.
Yu Fan didn't know this boy, he just remembered that he was transferred with Chen Jingshen, and they hadn't spoken to each other so far.
Yu Fan walked over, but before he could speak, Chen Jingshen got up to make room for him.
Wu Si, who came to ask a question, secretly looked up and watched the school bully skillfully throw the phone into the desk, spread the school uniform on the table skillfully, and lay down to sleep skillfully.
He was in the top class in middle and high school, and to be honest, he rarely saw such a classmate. He always sleeps in class, talks back to the teacher, and sometimes he bumps into them smoking in the toilet.
He was a little afraid of Yu Fan, but also found it novel.
"Understood." Chen Jingshen raised his eyes, saw the other party's gaze, and spoke softly.
"Ah." Wu Si immediately returned to his senses, "I understand, I understand, thank you Xueba!"
"Actually, I still don't know much about one question, but I'm going to start self-study soon..." Wu Si smiled, looked up and said sincerely, "It would be great if we were still at the same table."
Chen Jingshen covered the pen and looked at him expressionlessly.
For a moment, Wu Si felt that "Is it over? Let's go" written on his face.
So he tactfully stood up holding the question bank: "Thank you Xueba, I'm going back to my seat."
In mathematics class, Zhuang Fangqin stood on the podium and announced the next cycle of the senior high school entrance examination.
The class wailed.
"So fast-"
"Why do you take the exam again..."
"What? Didn't we just start school yesterday? Just the midterm exam?" Wang Lu'an's voice was the loudest.
She squeezed the chalk in half with one hand, threw one half at Wang Luan, and threw the other half at the lying head in the back row.
She didn't continue until Yu Fan sat up with his eyes closed and his face full of displeasure.
"What are you shouting for? This is where you are going. When you are in the third year of high school, you will take the exam at least twice a month." Zhuang Fangqin pointed to the wall, "But don't be discouraged, everyone. Think about it, you can all go from the sports meeting From the bottom one to the third grade, isn’t it okay for the midterm exam?”
The class was silent for a while.
Wang Lu'an: "Qin, I didn't say that Yu Fan won the first and second place in the sports meeting, so what can you expect from him in the exam."
Zhuang Fangqin: "..."
Yu Fan closed his eyes and remained silent, not intending to refute.
Zhang Wenjing propped her chin: "Teacher, our class's average score in the last grade test was not the bottom one either."
"How much is that?" Wu Si couldn't help asking.
"third from last."
Wu Si's eyes darkened.
"Okay, that's it anyway. Let me tell you in advance that after the exam, there will be a parent meeting. You can decide for yourself." Zhuang Fangqin said, "Also, about the seats..."
"Many students have opinions about the current seats, and even some parents have come to me to reflect. So after the midterm exam, I will refer to the fluctuation of grades and make a small adjustment to the seat."
"Finally, some students—Yu Fan, open your eyes to me... If some students still give up on themselves and don't even want to write multiple-choice questions, then I can only carry him to the podium and sit by himself."
The roll call was done, but not quite the roll call.
After class, Wang Luan rushed over immediately.
"Damn it, I'm sure," he lowered his voice, and glanced bitterly at the disciplinary committee, "among the people who asked Fangqin to change places, there must be someone at the same table as me!"
Zhang Wenjing: "Don't blame others, who made you sleep in class every day."
"Then what's the matter? I didn't bother him. Besides, Yu Fan also goes to class and sleeps every day. Does Xueba have any objections?" Wang Lu'an raised his chin, "Is it Xueba?"
No answer.
Wang Lu'an turned his head to see that Chen Jingshen was doing a question with downcast eyes.
He held the pen with his knuckles, the corners of his mouth were tense indifferently, and his sharp eyebrows and eyes made him always look cold when he was silent.
"Is that the same? Yu Fan doesn't snore when he sleeps." Zhang Wenjing brushed her hair, "Besides, do you want to sit with the disciplinary committee?"
"What the hell, my name appears more frequently in his discipline book than it is in comparison. I wish I could stay away from him—but he can't take the initiative to change positions with the teacher, which makes me very embarrassed."
Zhang Wenjing gave him a supercilious look.
She thought of something, and suddenly touched her deskmate: "Ke Ting, just now the teacher said that the parents of some students asked to change seats. Could it be your mother? Your mother didn't like me sitting with you last semester." Son, woo woo."
Ke Ting froze for a moment, then quickly recovered her dull expression, and replied in a low voice: "No, I told my mother that we didn't sit together this semester."
"That's good."
Wang Lu'an: "..."
Where is the good thing?
Zhang Wenjing was satisfied, and looked at another person who had been silent all this time: "Yu Fan, what are your plans?"
Yu Fan leaned on the chair and raised his eyes when he heard the words: "What?"
"Didn't you listen to what Fangqin said? You didn't do well in the exam this time, so you moved to the podium to sit."
knock. Yu Fan heard his deskmate gently put the pen on the table.
Yu Fan originally wanted to say that it was a bluff, but Zhuang Fangqin said several times that he was going to put him next to the podium, and he was still sitting among his classmates after two years.
Zhuang Fangqin doesn't like to specialize a classmate.
But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.
Yu Fan raised his head and looked towards the podium.
Wang Lu'an: "What are you looking at?"
Yu Fan: "Look at which side of the podium has the best view."
"..."
The person next to him stood up abruptly, the tables and chairs made noises, and Yu Fan subconsciously looked up.
He only had time to see Chen Jingshen's cold profile. Chen Jingshen put down his pen and got up, and left the classroom without saying a word.
It's amazing.
Obviously Chen Jingshen's expression just now was the same as usual, but Yu Fan just felt very subtly that Chen Jingshen was in a bad mood.
"But it's too inconvenient to sit in the front and play with your mobile phone... Yu Fan?" Wang Lu'an called him, "What are you looking at?"
Yu Fan retracted his head: "No."
Chen Jingshen didn't come back until the class bell rang.
When he came back, his expression became even colder, and he even took out his physics textbook in front of the Chinese teacher.
Yu Fan, who just openly stated that he didn't want to be at the same table with him, raised his eyebrows.
Who to show your face to.
The Chinese teacher explains classical Chinese on the stage. Her voice is gentle and slow, which is very helpful for sleeping.
Yu Fan's nerves that had just been screwed by Zhuang Fangqin for half a class soon relaxed.
He moved the chair back and lay down again. Within a few minutes, the drowsiness swept back again.
…
When he was about to fall asleep, he was suddenly bumped on the side of his shoulder.
Yu Fan was a light sleeper, and raised his head from the crook of his arms almost reflexively. The hair on his forehead was upturned in a mess, and he frowned and squinted at the direction of the collision—
Chen Jingshen was sitting upright, with his arms bent, slightly crossing the line between the two desks.
He didn't seem to notice Yu Fan's gaze, and was taking notes with his head down.
Unintentional
This person has long hands and long legs, and it is not impossible to meet him occasionally.
Yu Fan endured it, rubbed his eyes and lay down again.
Two minutes later, the sound of the water bottle falling to the ground dragged Yu Fan back from outer space.
He looked up, showing one eye, and saw his deskmate bent over to pick up the water bottle and put it back on the table.
"..."
After a while.
Yu Fan raised his head from the muffled sound and stared at Chen Jingshen with gritted teeth.
Chen Jingshen opened the book on the desk that was thicker than a brick, and marked a key point on it without raising his eyes.
Yu Fan felt sleepy and was driven to Spain.
I didn't beat you up, it was just to save face for the Chinese teacher.
Yu Fan rubbed his face, sat up with a gloomy face, picked up his mobile phone and opened the greedy snake, thinking that the enemy's little snake was biting Chen Jingshen.
He had just eaten an extremely long Chen Jingshen, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the person next to him picking up the brick, as if he wanted to stuff it back into the drawer. On the way, the Brick "accidentally" bumped into the Chinese textbook that Yu Fan had just taken out as a cover and stood up.
The textbook fell at the sound, hitting his phone precisely, and Yu Fan lost his grip, and the phone fell to the ground with a thud.
Yu Fan: "..."
There was a lot of movement, and the whole class looked back.
The Chinese teacher who was writing on the blackboard turned around very slowly, her brows were slightly furrowed, her expression was angry and aggrieved.
"I don't think my good temper is the reason for you to make things worse." She said, "The last group, the second-to-last row, Yu and Chen, please pick up your textbooks and stand in front of the blackboard. "
Yu Fan: "..."
Wang Lu'an was about to have fun with his good brother who passed by him, when he looked up and saw the other's coffin face, he quickly shut his mouth again.
Seeing the two of them stand upright, the Chinese teacher went back to writing on the blackboard with satisfaction.
Yu Fan squeezed the textbook, closed his eyes, and just said to himself that killing and breaking the law—
"The number of pages is wrong." A sentence floated next to it, "The teacher is talking about page 47."
"Chen Jingshen," Yu Fan gritted his teeth, "you go to the toilet with me after class."
Chen Jingshen: "You turn to page 47, and I will go to the bathroom with you."
"..."
Chen Jingshen said: "Mathematics is a bit difficult without a foundation. The Chinese is talking about a new text, and you may be able to understand it."
Yu Fan frowned inexplicably: "Chen Jingshen, what exactly do you want to do?"
Chen Jingshen said: "I want to sit with the person I have a crush on all the time."
"..."
There was no sound from the side.
Chen Jingshen turned his head to look at him, and met Yu Fan's murderous eyes and red ears.
"What's wrong." Chen Jingshen said, "I didn't say I like it this time."
"..."
Yu Fan stared at the classical Chinese in front of him, pinching the Chinese textbook.
Oh shit.
I couldn't stand it for a day.
Can the midterm exam be taken tomorrow