The sweet smell of citrus

"...Okay! Then I will go to count the number of people first!"

"Ah."

The students who came quickly went to register their names.

It was around [-]:[-], Cheng Jialan hurried to the classroom.

As soon as she sat down, Song Yi knocked on her table, "Student Cheng, you're here."

"What's wrong?" Looking for her early in the morning?

Song Yi smiled slightly, "Did you bring the math notebook I gave you last time?"

Math notes?

It seemed to be a long time memory. After thinking for a while, Cheng Jialan came up with the whole picture of the book. She hummed and nodded: "I have it, what's the matter?"

"Recently, I need to copy notes in class, and that copy is missing."

"……Oh."

Yes, Cheng Jialan remembered what the teacher said in class yesterday.

After a few exchanges, she quickly took out Song Yi's notes.

but……

She doesn't look like Song Yi packed everything properly, the notebook has been stuffed in the schoolbag, and she doesn't know when it folded a corner.

Cheng Jialan's heart skipped a beat when he saw this folded corner.

At this moment, Song Yi's eyes also stopped on that corner.

"Here, monitor, I'm sorry, I—"

"It's okay." Song Yi shook his head and took the notebook, "It's just a corner, it doesn't affect it."

Having said that, Cheng Jialan always felt that... at this moment, Song Yi looked at her with more fierce eyes than usual.

Chapter 15

Song Yi did give Cheng Jialan a minus sign in his heart.

Although……

She had expected at the beginning that this notebook would be ashes if it was sent out.

But, when you didn't see it at that time, if you didn't see it, you would eat ashes.

But seeing the study notes that I have worked so hard to sort out word by word is stuffed in the schoolbag like that, and seeing it being ravaged by its new owner, and the corners are bent at will, this feeling is still very shocking.

Objects and masters, Aiwu and Wu, her book has no place in Cheng Jialan, and changing the direction is to say——

Is she irrelevant in Cheng Jialan's heart?

What a shame.

-,-,-,-Minus points.

Cheng Jialan, who was sitting next to him, always felt colder when he was packing his schoolbag.

-

After handing over the math notebook to the study committee member, Song Yi returned to his seat.

When returning to her seat, she bumped into Cheng Jialan next to her.

Their eyes met.

Song Yi lowered his eyes slightly, and suddenly made a decision. Today, she decided to cold Cheng Jialan for a day, as her punishment for losing points.

Therefore, after seeing such a glance, Song Yi smiled slightly, turned around pretendingly, and sat down without saying a word.

Cheng Jialan:? ? ?

Suddenly feel neglected.

What happened next told Cheng Jialan that what she felt was not an illusion.

In Chinese class, she didn't listen, and Song Yi didn't say a word.

In math class, Teacher Lei asked her to answer the questions, and Song Yi would never be the interpreter next to her.

In English class, the classroom teacher asked her to practice speaking, but she never... stopped teaching pronunciation.

He just read a sentence that she couldn't understand at all coldly, then smiled slightly, tinged with old ridicule, "Student Cheng, why don't you take the next sentence?"

Cheng Jialan: ...

"Cheng, don't you understand?" She seemed a little surprised.

This surprised tone seems to be saying from another angle... so are you that stupid?

She frowned instantly.

Song Yi also saw her fried hair, oh, fried hair, so what?

She won't give in half a step today.

Holding her chin, Song Yi let out a sigh, "Looks like Cheng didn't listen to me carefully last time. You can't understand the sentence I said just three or four days ago."

"Student Cheng, oral English dialogue is a relatively difficult item in English class. If you have time, you should go back and practice for a while. It doesn't matter who you can find to be right with you."

"If you can't catch up with your teammates every time in class...it's not good."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Cheng Jialan to respond, Song Yi raised his hand and patted the person at the front table.

As the most popular person in the class, coupled with the title of a master of spoken English, Song Yi quickly joined the conversation group at the front table after expressing his intention to come. The conversation between the two at the front table became a three-person conversation, and the back table... …

Cheng Jialan sat alone behind the table, watching Song Yi and others smiling like flowers.

"..."

Well, she clearly felt isolated.

So, what did she do wrong?

Today is the same as usual, nothing unusual, the only unusual thing is the math notebook - the corners are folded.

It's just a small corner.

Cheng Jialan was a little wronged, but deep down in his heart, besides being wronged, he felt a little guilty.

I don't know what's wrong, but seeing Song Yi's reaction, I feel guilty.

-

At noon, Song Yi remembered that there was no balance in the meal card, and was about to go to the logistics office to recharge the card, and left the classroom early.

The other students were busy looking for food, and not long after Song Yi left, they also left one after another.

The only ones who stayed in the classroom to dawdle were Cheng Jialan and the... study committee member in the class.

Cheng Jialan was still wasting time because he was thinking about the problem and was fascinated.

The study committee members were sorting out Song Yi's notes and the number of people in the class who had ordered to copy the notes.