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

Aning is a person of action. From the day Xie Xinghe said that he wanted to find a more effective method, she was like a chicken blood, and even Xie Xinghe was eager to learn.

Even in their spare time, the two of them could be heard discussing formulas.

Probably exaggerated by their hard work, a new trend of hard work and enterprising learning started in the class.

Class teacher Li Qinghua smiles with relief every time he sees such a scene.

These kids are really teachable!

The whole class had grimaces on their faces: What can we do? The pressure is placed on them by being the first in the grade. If they don't get involved, how will society develop in the future?

As a result, Class 1, Grade 3, became a breath of fresh air in the grade. No one left their seats during their spare time, either writing questions or memorizing notes.

The learning atmosphere is particularly strong.

And this situation usually only lasts until lunch break, because no one can afford to take a nap in the lazy afternoon.

The classmates who were sitting upright suddenly fell down, including Aning. Her hand was still holding the pen, but her eyelids kept pulling down, and her head was lighting up like a chicken pecking at rice.

"bang"

There was a loud noise from behind, which made the big guy tremble and make him sleepy.

Everyone looked back and saw the big and thick Maizi covering his forehead with one hand, with a slightly ferocious expression and grinning. After meeting everyone's eyes, he put down his hand and immediately returned to a look like nothing happened. appearance.

He poked An Ning's back with the pen on the table and asked in a subtle way: "What class does Yuan Ning have in the first class this afternoon?"

Aning was also startled by the "loud noise" and shuddered. Then she heard Maizi's voice. She glanced at the class schedule and was about to reply when Xie Xinghe answered first.

"Chemical."

He leaned slightly sideways, his long legs with no place to rest against the base of the desk, his well-joined hands picked up the scattered books on the table, and directly knocked on the hand that was stabbing people with a pen.

Then he put down the book, his eyebrows were sharp and cold, his eyelashes were slightly raised, there was a hint of warning in his brown eyes, and his voice was without any warmth.

"As long as you pay more attention to the class schedule on the blackboard, you won't forget what the first class in the afternoon is."

Maizi took back his hand, with a very aggrieved expression on his face. He just poked him lightly with a pen. It didn't hurt, so why hit him?

Then he heard the man's words again. He was about to defend himself when he saw the man's stern brows looking at him emotionlessly.

Maizi curled his lips, and his momentum instantly weakened: "Oh."

In the end, he carried it all alone.

The little episode passed quickly. It was probably because I was really sleepy, and the classmates who were awakened in front of me fell down one after another.

The class was silent except for the fan above his head, which was still whirring. Aning originally just wanted to close his eyes and rest his mind, but he didn't expect that he actually fell asleep later.

It was the hottest moment of the afternoon when Aning was woken up. She exposed her face and half-squinted her eyes. The seat next to her was empty.

There was a half-written paper on the table. Aning took two seconds to sit up straight. She yawned, and the confusion in her eyes was instantly replaced by clarity.

Aning looked around and found that many people in the class were talking in low voices. She turned her head and looked at Maizi, who was playing with his mobile phone.

Her green and jade-white fingertips tapped on the table, and she whispered: "Mai Zi, where is Xie Xinghe?"

"Ah, I didn't see it. I went to the toilet."

Maizi was in deep trouble in the game at the moment, and he had no time to care about where people were going, so he told Aning without raising his eyes.

Aning nodded thoughtfully, turned around and met the eyes of Xu Hui and her deskmate. She blinked, her dark pupils were a little dazed, and the sides of her thin white cheeks were flushed, looking dazed. Dumb.

It was probably because the class was full of whispers and murmurs, so Aning unconsciously lowered his voice: "What's wrong?"

The girl's voice is very nice, and her enunciation is also very soft, soft, and soft, which makes people feel more comfortable.

Xu Hui and her deskmate blushed when they heard these words, and couldn't help but sigh that the new classmates were really different from the girls here.

He behaves calmly and generously, and even when faced with the scrutiny of others, he is calm and composed. Even when he speaks, he is as calm as a spring breeze.

Although there is a sense of distance, it is really hard not to like her.

Xu Hui poked her deskmate's waist with her elbow and signaled her to say.

"Xie Xinghe was called away by He Jiayin from Class 2."

Aning nodded, raised his eyes and asked, "How long has he been there?"

"It should be more than ten minutes."

She was thoughtful, smiled at Xu Hui and the others, stood up from her seat, and picked up the water glass on the table: "Is that so, I'm going to fetch water, do you want to go?"

Xu Hui and Xu Hui looked at each other with surprise on their faces, and said in unison: "Okay."

So the three of them went to the drinking room together to fetch water. Xu Hui's deskmate was named Li Wenjing, but this classmate Li Wenjing was not as quiet as her name at all. On the contrary, she was a bit noisy.

She was the one who talked the most along the way.

The drinking room was not far from the class. As Aning listened to her chirping voice, his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure not far away.

It's Xie Xinghe.

Opposite him stood a girl with short hair, a gray top and light blue jeans. Her facial features were not particularly stunning, but she was good-looking, and her behavior was somewhat masculine.

The two of them didn't know what they were talking about, but they were laughing happily.

Aning frowned slightly, feeling like he had seen this girl somewhere.

She racked her brains to think about it, and in a flash of inspiration, she finally remembered where she had seen him before, when she came to go through the enrollment procedures.

The two of them were like this at that time. Aning suddenly panicked, and a very complicated feeling gradually arose in his heart.

"It's He Jiayin and Xie Xinghe." Li Wenjing held Xu Hui's hand and whispered.

Then she suddenly thought of something and subconsciously looked in the direction of Aning, only to see the girl's back. Her high ponytail swayed gracefully on the back of her head. Her back was still as straight as ever, but she noticed it. A little unusual.

Probably sensing the gazes of others, Xie Xinghe vaguely saw Aning's back when he turned his head.

Sitting back in his seat, Aning took out a set of chemistry papers from the drawer. He felt uneasy after writing only two questions, and the more he thought about it, the more unhappy he felt.

The romantic partners she has always found have been too smooth, maybe too smooth, and she never seems to have thought about whether the mission will fail.

But the scene she saw today made her panic for no reason. The words "Mission Failed" silently occupied her brain. It was obvious that the two people were just chatting normally and had no physical contact, but she still felt a sense of crisis.

Unconsciously clenching the pen in her hand, Aning stared at the question in a daze. Compared to failing the task, she seemed to be more afraid that Xie Xinghe would fall in love with someone else...

"This question is wrong."

A familiar voice rang in her ears. Aning was startled, and her pen drew a long tail on the paper. She raised her eyes and glanced at Xie Xinghe.

Then she lowered her head again, her thick black eyelashes covering the expression in her eyes, and she said emotionlessly: "I think it's right."

Xie Xinghe raised his stern eyebrows slightly, pulled out the chair and sat down, facing An Ning with his deep features, and took the pen from her hand.

"unhappy?"