As soon as Wu Si said this, the discussion group fell silent for a moment. It was a long time before anyone spoke.
[Wang Lu'an: Today is not April Fool's Day, don't talk nonsense, my deskmate. Didn't the Education Bureau stop the school for the top class? No. 7 Middle School is so bold that it secretly opened again just after a semester?]
[Wu Si: No nonsense, I just found out...]
[Wu Si: It seems that the parents jointly signed it, so they let go.]
Chen Jingshen leaned back in his chair, his fingers resting on the screen, before he could say anything, the bedroom door was pushed open.
Ji Lianyi came in with a cup: "I've warmed up a cup of milk for you. Aren't you going to speak on stage in tomorrow's high school mobilization meeting? Go to sleep after drinking it."
The leaders of Nancheng No. 7 Middle School agreed that they should not only pay close attention to the study of senior three students, but also continuously motivate and encourage them. Other schools usually only hold a 100-day swearing-in meeting 100 days before the college entrance examination, while Nancheng No. 7 Middle School has to forcefully beat the blood on the first day of the third year of high school.
A few days ago, Hu Pang contacted Chen Jingshen and asked him to speak on stage as a student representative on the first day of school.
The hot milk was put in front of him, and Ji Lianyi glanced at his phone: "It's so late, are you still playing with your phone? Why do I think you're a little obsessed with electronic devices recently?"
Chen Jingshen put down the pen with the other hand, and still held the phone in his hand. He turned off the phone screen, glanced at the cup of hot milk, raised his head and asked, "You already knew about the transfer?"
Ji Lianyi was taken aback by the question, and her eyes fell on Chen Jingshen's face: "Yes. Has the school notified you?"
She originally wanted to start arranging the transfer of classes these days, but the school contacted her and said that it was unfair to them to put the students in the top class back into the ordinary class at this time. Because the curriculum of the top class is much faster than that of the ordinary class, the students can only learn the repeated content if they are put back halfway. This will definitely affect their grades, so they collected the signatures of the parents and submitted it to the Education Bureau. Apply.
After thinking about it, I agreed. This year, they became the last top class of Nancheng No. 7 Middle School.
"This is a good start, isn't it?" Ji Lianyi patted him on the shoulder, "After drinking, pack up the things you need for school tomorrow and go to bed."
After Ji Lianyi left, Chen Jingshen turned on the phone again, and there was already an unread item in it.
[-: Tomorrow I will help you carry the books upstairs.]
Because the holiday is only 20 days, they still put many books in the classroom and did not take them home.
This news didn't hold back, nor was it sad, just like not being in the same class was a very ordinary and trivial thing to them.
Chen Jingshen suddenly relaxed.
He thought about what Ji Lianyi had said about sending him to report, and after clicking on Yu Fan's profile photo several times under the desk lamp, he replied regretfully: [No.]
The next day, Ji Lianyi drove Chen Jingshen to school without even calling the driver.
On the way, Ji Lianyi whispered many things in a soft voice. She has been doing this these days, as if she wanted to make up for the nagging that was missing in the past six months.
Chen Jingshen listened without saying a word, the phrase "Can I go back to the original class" was circling around in his mouth, but he still didn't say it in the end.
Ji Lianyi would not agree to his request, and he didn't want to put Yu Fan under Ji Lianyi's nose too early.
Forget it, just two semesters.
After arriving at school, although Chen Jingshen always said that she didn't need it, Ji Lianyi couldn't help but busy herself.
She first went to the office to chat with the teacher for a while, then asked Chen Jingshen to get the meal card in the cafeteria, put some money into it, and finally went to Chen Jingshen's classroom to help him organize the books.
"Can I see the blackboard from here?" Ji Lianyi asked.
"Um."
"There is an air conditioner behind your seat, which is not good. Otherwise, I will go to the teacher and change your seat."
"Need not."
"Okay. Mom is back this time, and I'll show you the test papers for every exam in the future. I also went through your wrong test book. I remember it's a bit messy. Even if it's a draft, remember to keep it neat. "
"Um."
Wu Si, who was Xueba's new deskmate, sat stunned and listened quietly for a long time. Until the woman glanced at him.
"Hello." Ji Lianyi smiled, "I am Chen Jingshen's parent."
Wu Si: "... Hello, Auntie."
"The depth of field is actually easier for him to be distracted. If possible, please try not to disturb during class..."
"Mom." Chen Jingshen raised his eyes and interrupted her lightly, "The mobilization meeting is about to start, you should go back first."
When Ji Lianyi got back into the car, the music of the assembly was already playing in the school.
Ji Lianyi actually wanted to stay and watch her son's speech. She enjoyed watching Chen Jingshen shine in the crowd. After experiencing an extremely failed, funny, and humiliating marriage, the child has become her pride and her greatest spiritual support.
It's a pity that she hasn't reached the point where she can take care of her son wholeheartedly. Her work and business have just transferred to China, and many things are still undecided. She still has to be busy for a while.
Ji Lianyi put on her seat belt, briefly replied to the email she didn't have time to read, put on her sunglasses and was about to drive away.
There were two "dong dong", and someone knocked on her car window.
Ji Lianyi turned her head, looked at the person standing outside her car window, bent over to look into her car, and frowned subconsciously.
The man grinned at her, and knocked twice, Ji Lianyi grabbed the steering wheel, endured the inexplicable discomfort in his heart, and pulled down the window a little.
"Is something wrong?" she asked.
Class 1, which was empty before, came back again, and when the meeting was held on the playground, the other classes had to move a little further to the right, leaving a place for Class 1 to stand in line.
In the queue of Class 7, Grade 3, Wang Luan was depressed, and he was still unwilling to accept the reality that school had already started—
"Why do I have to go to class again? Didn't I just have a vacation yesterday? Why is the 20-day vacation called summer vacation? I came back from a fucking summer vacation, why is my deskmate gone?"
"What's your name?" Zuo Kuan, who was in the next queue, pretended to pick out his ears, "Wouldn't it be better to sit by yourself?"
"Damn it, it's so lonely! There's no one to talk to... huh?"
Wang Lu'an suddenly remembered something, and turned his head to look at another person in the class who lost his tablemate: "Yu Fan, then can we get together at the same table again?"
Zuo Kuan: "Dream, do you think your class teacher might let you two sit together?"
"It was impossible before, but not necessarily now." Wang Lu'an gave a thumbs up behind him, "My brother, now he is in the top 500 in the grade, and my grades have also improved. If the two of us talk to Wang Qin together, say I can't really... "
"No." The person behind him interrupted him coldly.
"Why??"
Yu Fan copied his pockets with both hands, and his eyelids drooped listlessly: "It's too noisy, it's affecting my study."
Wang Lu'an: "..."
Left Width: "..."
how to say. Although Yu Fan was indeed studying during this period, perhaps his temperament hadn't caught up with him. There was still a hint of magic in these words coming out of his mouth.
Just as Wang Luan was about to say something, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye and blurted out, "Hey, it's Xueba's turn to give a speech."
The head that was fishing was lifted immediately.
Chen Jingshen's school uniform was so dazzling that it made the white lining of Hu Pang standing beside him turn yellow. His broad and straight shoulders propped up the school uniform, and he held the speech paper between his fingers without any concealment.
"Hi everyone, I'm Chen Jingshen from Class 1, Senior Three." The boy's cold voice sounded in the playground.
Chen Jingshen obviously didn't take the matter of the speech to heart, and didn't make much preparation, and looked at the speech script in his hand from the beginning to the end. Yu Fan also raised his chin to look at him without any scruples.
After reading the manuscript without emotion, Chen Jingshen stepped off the stage holding the piece of paper, and when he was about to walk into their class line, Yu Fan habitually stood up straighter, ready to lean over to let Chen Jingshen come over.
Chen Jingshen passed by the queue of the seventh class and continued to walk forward.
Yu Fan paused for a moment, then relaxed his shoulders.
Like him, many people in the class followed Chen Jingshen's figure with their heads.
Wang Lu'an turned his head and stared at the distant Class 1 for a while, then murmured softly, "Tsk, why am I in a daze, did Xueba really stay in our small class?"
Yu Fan remained silent, and turned his head to stare in the direction of class one. He found the most upright one among the pile of heads, and his face became more and more stinky.
Chen Jingshen's clean and neat school uniform always stood out from the crowd in Class 7, but it was much better when he returned to Class 1. The students before and after were all like him, but they were buttoned tightly, but they were not as good as him. nice.
When Yu Fan heard last night that he was going to transfer classes, he didn't think it was a big deal. Chen Jingshen and this class were not on the same schedule. Of course it would be best to go back to the top class.
Anyway, they are still in the same school, and they can meet each other at any time.
But when the class is actually divided, it feels as if it is suddenly separated by a long distance. Classrooms are separated by four floors, physical education classes are divided on different days, and even queuing up on the playground is separated by six classes.
besides-
Chen Jingshen didn't even look at him from the moment he stepped on stage to when he came down.
Tsk.
Just when Yu Fan was about to look away, his upright head suddenly drooped and his arms bent.
The next second, Yu Fan's phone vibrated in his pocket.
[S: Wait for me after school.]
"..."
Yu Fan stared at these words for a while, then replied "Oh" very indifferently, raised his head again, and returned to his previous lazy appearance.
Last class in the afternoon. Chen Jingshen was brushing up questions when he suddenly heard a burst of chattering sound from around him.
"Why is he here?"
"I don't know, it's so scary, like looking for trouble..."
"He must have come to beat someone up. Let's go back together later."
Chen Jingshen sat in the innermost group of the classroom. He stopped writing and raised his head, following the eyes of others, he looked towards the front door of the classroom.
saw his boyfriend.
Yu Fan leaned against the low wall outside the classroom corridor of Class 1, his spacious school uniform was stuck on his body in a mess, chewing gum in his mouth, and casually inspected the people in Class 1.
The two looked at each other, and Yu Fan blew a bubble expressionlessly, urging him with his eyes: hurry up.
Chen Jingshen raised his eyebrows and replied: I can't help it.
Yu Fan was born impatient. Five minutes later, he turned over and looked down at the small black spots on the school basketball court for those brothers whom he had pigeonholed in the basketball game.
Ten minutes later, Yu Fan leaned against the wall next to a certain window in class one, staring at the blackboard gloomily.
What the hell, I can't understand a single question.
The classmate by the window was trembling, not daring to lift his head.
Fifteen minutes later, Yu Fan moved to the front door of the classroom and leaned against the door with impatience written all over his face.
The teacher met his eyes: "..."
Yu Fan: "?"
Chen Jingshen turned his pen with his head down, couldn't bear it anymore and turned his face to the window, hiding from his boyfriend's sight and laughing smugly.
Chen Jingshen was the first to leave the classroom after school.
When someone stood in front of him, Yu Fan asked coldly, "Why is your teacher so procrastinating?"
The teacher passing behind him: "..."
"Occasionally." Chen Jingshen asked, "Why did you come up?"
Yu Fan: "Didn't you tell me to wait for you?"
"Let you wait for me in class."
Many students in the first class will stay in the classroom to study by themselves after school, unable to give lectures. Chen Jingshen weighed the shoulder strap of his schoolbag, and lightly touched the back of Yu Fan's hand with his fingers, "Let's go, go back to class seven."
Zhuang Fangqin got up with the summer vacation papers to be graded, and just walked out of the office when he ran into a certain math teacher who had just finished class.
"Teacher Zhuang, have you gone back?" the other party asked.
"Not yet." Zhuang Fangqin smiled, "I won't come to school tomorrow morning if I have something to do, so I'll go to the classroom and put the papers on the podium so they can distribute them tomorrow morning."
"Oh." The other party hesitated for a moment, and said, "Mr. Zhuang, I just saw that boy in your class with two moles on his face, and I was just looking for Chen Jingshen at the door of the first class..."
Seeing the meaning in the other party's expression, Zhuang Fangqin immediately nodded and said: "It's okay, they were at the same table in my class before, and they have a good relationship."
The other party breathed a sigh of relief: "Well, that's fine, then I'll go first, you go as soon as possible."
After saying goodbye to the other party, Zhuang Fangqin walked towards her class.
It has been a long time since school ended, and the school just started today, so the students left very early. The classroom on the third floor was quiet, as if no one was there.
Zhuang Fangqin was thinking about adjusting the seat in his heart, and walked to the back door of Class Seven without knowing it.
There were people in the classroom.
The teacher always has a bit of a stinking problem with surprises. Hearing the sound, Zhuang Fangqin unconsciously slowed down, poked his head out of the back door to take a look, and then smiled with relief.
At the last table in the last group, two boys in white T school uniforms sat shoulder to shoulder, just like before.
One was sketching on the draft paper with a pen in his hand, and his voice was cold and low. The other one was seated or not, with his arms curled up on the desk and his head pressed against his head, it was hard to tell if he was listening carefully.
Just as Zhuang Fangqin was about to enter the classroom, when a question was over, the lecturer put down his pen, raised his arm to brush back the hair of the boy next to him, and then leaned his head towards him.
The golden sun sinks westward, and the setting sun is cut into long pieces by the windows.
They sat in a scorching golden, and when the whole campus fell silent, they kissed a quiet and intimate kiss.
Zhuang Fangqin's raised foot suddenly froze, feeling dazed.