Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

Hearing what Maizi asked, Aning was a little confused. What kind of male friend was she contacting?

Seeing the confused look on his face, Maizi dragged his chair forward. When no one was looking, he took a book and covered half of his face. He winked and said, "It's the one you talked about in the store last time." .”

As she said this, a person's name suddenly appeared in Aning's mind. She twitched her lips. She was about to say something when she was interrupted by the bell ringing for class.

Regarding Maizi's question, Aning raised her eyebrows in confusion. She didn't seem to say that her friend was a boy at that time, right?

"Classmate Maizi, class is about to begin."

After saying that, Aning turned around and went back. Maizi opened his mouth and wanted to say something else, but his eyes caught a sudden appearance of a figure outside the classroom door.

Isn't that familiar face their class teacher Li Qinghua?

Maizi immediately sat upright.

Li Qinghua stood at the door and stared at the situation in the class for a while, then carried Little Bee and walked to the podium on high heels.

She put the textbook in her hand on the podium, turned around, picked up the chalk, and wrote the countdown to the college entrance examination on the far right corner of the blackboard.

The moment the chalk paused, the class suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere became slightly solemn.

Li Qinghua patted the dust on his hands, looked at the students below who were about to take the college entrance examination, and couldn't help chatting, "Students, do you know what the countdown on the blackboard means?"

The audience was completely silent. After a pause, Li Qinghua continued:

"This means that you are about to face the most important battle in your life. In the next school year, I will accompany you to fight and fight together. Let us live up to our dreams and live up to our time! I will also definitely I believe that you young people have a promising future!”

Li Qinghua became more and more passionate as he spoke, and the students below were moved. Even Aning was deeply touched by these words.

Just when everyone was still immersed in the head teacher's passionate words, they saw the head teacher adding another sentence with a smile.

"So, starting today, all evening self-study sessions will be extended by one hour!"

As soon as these words came out, the students below began to cry.

"Ah, isn't it too late to go home?"

"That's right. What if we encounter danger along the way?"

"Teacher, can I apply not to take that hour?"

……

When Li Qinghua heard this, the expression on his face was still calm: "I know what the students are worried about. The school hopes that everyone can board in the school. Of course, for students who really don't want to live in the school, we hope that they can board after school. Parents will be responsible for picking up and dropping off students, and some special people may apply not to spend that hour.”

Aning listened thoughtfully, and suddenly glanced to the side. Xie Xinghe was staring at a question on the paper with his eyes lowered, and the black pen was moving flexibly in his fingertips.

It was as if the words spoken on the podium had nothing to do with him.

"Xie Xinghe." Aning called the man's name in a low voice.

The man raised his eyes sideways, paused for a moment while turning the pen, and said in a calm tone: "What are you doing?"

"Did you hear what the teacher said?."

The boy's eyes are very beautiful, with shallow folds on his double eyelids, a faint light in his brown pupils, and a straight bridge of nose with a nice curve.

He glanced at her lightly: "I heard it."

"Then what do we say?" Aning tilted his head, his delicate eyebrows slightly twisted, and his delicate white neck drew beautiful lines.

We can’t let Grandma Xie pick them up, right?

Xie Xinghe's face showed no emotion, as if it had nothing to do with him. Then he casually met the girl's gaze and said in a calm tone: "Fuck me if you want to, or if you don't want to."

"Then are you going to go up or not?"

"On what?"

Maizi suddenly raised his voice when he heard the two people in front of him talking about the problem of not being able to pass.

The class suddenly became quiet again, and everyone looked back.

Li Qinghua smiled softly: "Don't you know what classmate Lin Maizi is studying now?"

Maizi felt something bad. He nodded and solemnly said: "I know, I'm in school."

As soon as he finished speaking, rustling laughter spread throughout the class. Li Qinghua choked up, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with what he said.

Xu Shi's eyes kept wandering around Maizi, and then Li Qinghua noticed the new classmate mentioned by the dean.

I heard that he was an art candidate who transferred from Beijing, and his cultural scores were pretty good.

But why is this new classmate sitting next to Xie Xinghe?

This made Li Qinghua a little embarrassed, because Xie Xinghe had told her a long time ago that he did not want his deskmate, saying that it would affect his writing of questions, but now the new classmate was still sitting next to him, so how could she ask to change seats? thing.

It's really hard for her as a class teacher.

At this moment, Li Qinghua was completely immersed in his own thoughts, and did not notice at all that Xie Xinghe had made his new classmate his deskmate for the first class.

"Xinghe, why don't you and Lin Maizi change seats." The head teacher looked at the seating chart for a long time, finally pushed up his glasses and looked at Aning's table.

"Teacher, I want to have a deskmate who can encourage each other and make progress together in the last year of high school."

But when Xie Xinghe said this without changing his expression, the classroom suddenly became silent again, and everyone in the class looked at him.

Will these words come out of Xie Xinghe’s mouth?

Did you agree that your deskmate would influence your writing of the question?

Is this the legendary law of true fragrance that no one can escape?

In this way, the news that Xie Xinghe had a deskmate spread throughout the whole generation, and Aning was remembered by everyone and became the subject of divergent opinions.

Throughout the whole day, Aning felt like she was a rare animal in the zoo, being "watched" everywhere she went.

And she also learned a thing or two about the reasons from Maizi.

It wasn't until everyone in the class after school in the evening had almost left that An Ning began to pack his things. When he walked to the school gate, Xie Xinghe had already been waiting for a while.

The young man's slender figure stood out among the crowd. He probably noticed the girl's gaze. He slightly hooked his chin, pushed the bicycle to her, and pointed at the back seat with his chin.

"boarding."

The young man's back was thin but broad, which made people feel very safe. She sat behind him and held the corner of his clothes with one hand. The dusk was fading, the sun was setting, and the light scattered, piercing the eyelids like a dream. It seems like an illusion, so unreal.

"Brother Xing, Yuan Ning, please wait for me."

There was a sound of rough breathing coming from behind, and from far to near, Maizi struggled to catch up with them on his bicycle, and soon he was level with the two of them.

He turned his head and said breathlessly to Xie Xinghe: "Brother Xing, there is something going on at the repair shop tonight. I'm going to ask Sister Li for a day off from my evening self-study. The boss wants you by name."

"I got it." There was no extra emotion in his tone. After saying that, he suddenly accelerated the speed of the car, leaving Maizi behind him.

The evening wind mixed with the hot air, making Aning's head feel stuffy. She was thinking about what Maizi had just said, but she hesitated to speak.