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"I..." Tang Tang said very carefully, her voice was suppressed, and she couldn't hear the local accent vaguely, "Physical education class, I... I don't have an umbrella."

"Is no one giving you a lift?" the English teacher asked with a frown.

Tangtang's shoulders were wet, and so were the trousers. I wonder if the sneakers were soaked in water.

She wasn't in a bad mood, so Tang Tang probably hurried back to the classroom while the rain was a little lighter.

Tangtang didn't speak.

She raised her eyes, her face was pale and miserable, just like a little flower wilted by the rain.

The English teacher sighed.

"Go back to your seat."

Tangtang's gaze wandered around the classroom very lightly, and then retracted when it touched a certain vacancy.

"Teacher..." Her voice trembled.

"Ok?"

"I want...to go back to the dormitory and change clothes." She seldom had this kind of experience of communicating in front of people, so even the corners of her eyes were filled with fear.

Maybe it was because she really looked bad, the English teacher nodded and said: "It's okay to change clothes and rest in the dormitory for a while."

The teacher called out the class monitor's name: "You can help Tang Tang make a brief record, I approve."

"Thank you teacher." Tang Tang bowed deeply gratefully.

An introverted, well-behaved child.

The English teacher glanced at the girls in the classroom.

Tang Tang closed the classroom door again.

She looked at the door panel with the roster on it, her lips curled.

"Remember to change your clothes."

She is obedient.

Listen to Tang Qingyi's words.

She walked on the promenade, following the path that Tang Qingyi had traveled.

Chapter 8

"Tang Qingyi——" Jiang Dudu covered his mouth with his hands, mouthing exaggeratedly, trying to pass the message across two aisles.

"Why have you been away for so long!"

Tang Qingyi just took his seat, and Tang Tang's breath was still in his nose.

Sweet, but not greasy.

Jiang Dudu made a lot of noise, she followed the direction to look over, and where her eyes passed, some classmates looked back in unison, paving a smooth way for her to communicate with Jiang Dudu.

It's a pity that the friendly state .jiāo has not yet been established, and the female teacher who was writing on the blackboard looked back.

"Jiang Dudu."

Jiang Dudu, who was still in high spirits just now, immediately drooped his head, almost folding himself up and stuffing it into the desk.

Tang Qingyi's deskmate covered his mouth and smiled.

"Jiang Dudu was named by Teacher Qi again."

Jiang Dudu has a smart mind, looks beautiful and cute, and his mouth is so charming that almost all the teachers like it, except for the math teacher.

Because, Jiang Dudu didn't dare to have any eye contact with her at all, and stuck like a log, no matter how many flowers he had, he had nowhere to display them.

Now, Jiang Dudu unilaterally stated the suspension of foreign trade, and Tang Qing did not follow up.

Teacher Qi was analyzing the circular equation in the coordinate system, and Tang Qingyi opened the exercise from the desktop with the rustling sound of chalk falling on the blackboard.

The experimental class that Tang Qing also reads is equipped with teachers from the first echelon of the grade, and the style of study is also different from the parallel class.

Teachers have few restrictions on students. As long as the normal classroom discipline is guaranteed, most of the students' behaviors will be understood.

Tang Qing also flipped the page, familiar question types, and even the ideas for solving the questions can be easily recalled.

Her fingers paused, and after a long time, she closed the exercise and put the pen on the cover.

Someone in the back row was exchanging exercises, their voices were broken, accompanied by someone's suffocated laughter, it was noisy.

Tang Qingyi looked around the classroom.

Those familiar or unfamiliar faces fit perfectly with the memory.

"The monthly exam next week." Teacher Qi tapped his knuckles on the blackboard, signaling the students to pay attention.

There was a quick howl under the desk.

The whispers and complaints that spread like a tide, like a carefully recorded CD, will reappear in the past.

The boredom that had calmed down a little resurged and overflowed Tang Qingyi's desktop, flooding her fingertips, rising layer by layer.

She closed her eyes, as if she saw her future poor life as before.

Empty, deserted, filled with inevitable trifles, until—

"Senior sister." She called softly and shyly, scattered scattered in her memories, those shining spots of light gathered and finally transformed into butterflies in Tang Qingyi's palm.

The touch seems to be real, and the subtle itchiness soaks into the blood from her fingertips, and flows along the veins to the heart cavity.

"Tang Qingyi." Weeping in a low voice.

Tang Qingyi's heart beat heavily.

The chao water faded clean.

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Not a pleasant class, it can be called suffering.

But obviously, someone is more tormented than Tang Qingyi.

"The test paper is in the printing room, please go and get it from the class representative. Students, do you have any questions?" The intellectual beauty in business attire asked with a smile while holding the desk.

A small half of the class gathered beside the podium.

Jiang Dudu waited for Teacher Qi to be so surrounded that he couldn't see his face before he boldly came to Tang Qingyi with his trouser pockets in his hands.

She gritted her teeth: "Tang Qingyi, you haven't been away for long, I ran into Teacher Qi and came back with my tail between my legs."

"Quickly, tell me..." She suppressed her voice, "What is so important that you throw me into the heavy rain, leaving me and Teacher Qi alone, without even looking back?"

Jiang Dudu was afraid that Teacher Qi was famous.

Tang Qing also thought that she had gone through a thrilling experience, and responded, "Find someone."

Jiang Dudu's eyes lit up, he hooked a chair from the side, and placed himself next to Tang Qingyi: "... who is it?"