The sweet smell of citrus

Until...Teacher Tu slowly brought up the topic of chat.

"You recently shared the table with Cheng Jialan, how do you feel?"

"It's okay." Song Yi replied very pertinently.

Teacher Tu waved his hand, "Tell the truth."

Song Yi paused, "She is very nice."

"Don't feel burdened?"

"No."

"I heard that she frequently asks you questions every day? Will it affect you?"

The teacher asked several questions related to Cheng Jialan.

Song Yi paused for a moment, feeling something was wrong, so he insinuated, "Why did Teacher Tu only ask questions about Cheng Jialan today?"

"I want to know how you get along." Teacher Tu smiled, "The teacher knows your dreams and goals. The teacher wants to know if Cheng is bothering you."

"Let's also see if we can adjust the position again."

"After all, Xiao Cheng has been in school for a while, and he should be familiar with everyone in the class."

At this point, Song Yi came to his senses.

The teacher was asking her if she still wanted to sit at the same table with Cheng Jialan.

this problem--

Distance is everything.

As long as the distance is widened, many things are not easy to do.

It can be justifiably alienated, and it can also produce some aesthetic feeling because of the distance.

Fully in line with the plans established today.

and so--

Song Yi's eyes sank slightly.

Chapter 31 Song Yi

If she bothered him, then—

A few days later, Cheng Jialan recovered from his illness and went back to school.

The first thing a simple girl does when she returns to school is to have a chat with the class monitor and talk about the things she has encountered recently.

Why is it so hard to be sick...

How boring it is to lie at home.

How boring are the elders in the family.

However, what she didn't expect was that after she came to school, she found that her position was no longer her own.

In her original place, there was a pile of... don't know whose book it was.

Cheng Jialan's eyebrows were tangled together, and she asked the students around her with an unhappy expression, what was going on.

Maybe Jiang Ying, maybe someone else, replied to her:

"During your absence, Teacher Tu changed seats for you and xx."

Then point her to a seat, "That's your new seat now."

Don't even think about it, Cheng Jialan will definitely have a very... expression on his face.

Then, after Song Yi entered the classroom, she would definitely sit in her original seat.

She would definitely lower her head, pull her sleeves and ask, "Squad leader, why did the teacher suddenly change my position?"

The corners of Cheng Jialan's eyes may turn red.

May throw a tantrum.

Possibly cute.

possible……

All kinds of possibilities.

It is even possible to ask the elders in the family to call Teacher Tu again.

All of the above ideas are likely to be realized.

Then when the time comes, things may not go as you think, distance produces beauty, alienation becomes natural approach.

At that point, things will get complicated.

The teacher may be difficult, and she may receive a call from Cheng Jialan's elders.

As an excellent student, a person who is good at avoiding risks——

Song Yi's rationality overcame her flashing thoughts, "No, I get along well with her."

"Occasionally answering questions for people just relieves the irritability of long-term study."

"Really?" Teacher Tu was quite surprised, but the relationship between the students is the child's own business. After she confirmed it, she didn't ask further: "Since you think it's okay, then the teacher will continue to maintain the seats between you two. "

Song Yi hummed lightly.

After the conversation was over, she got up to go out. When she remembered something, she turned around again, lowered her head and asked Teacher Tu: "Teacher, can I take a picture of Cheng Jialan's information?"

"Ok?"

"What are you doing?"

Song Yi didn't change his face, "Isn't she sick? As the class monitor, I want to express my condolences to her."

After hearing this, Mrs. Tu felt some subtle feelings in his heart, and found Cheng Jialan's contact information from the drawer, "You have a heart, if you want condolences, you can call classmate Cheng's father."

"She attaches great importance to you as a friend. If you call, she should be very happy."

"Well, the teacher I know, I'm the class monitor, and caring for my classmates is what I should do." After noting the contact information, Song Yi said goodbye to Teacher Tu and left the office.

After returning to the classroom and sitting for a while, Song Yi recalled his performance in the office and closed his eyes helplessly.

……

Eh.

After all, it still failed.

After a headache for a while, the class bell rang.

In today's class, Song Yi's thinking was a little distracted. Although she tried her best to control her attention, she was still not as focused as other days.

Lessons without total commitment can be a bit exhausting.

At noon, after resting on a chair for a while, Song Yi slowly got up and went to the cafeteria.

After finishing lunch, I returned to the classroom at noon as usual, when there was no one else, and took out the test papers.

However, Song Yi did not write immediately, but after struggling for a while, he took out his mobile phone and the contact information of Cheng Jialan's father.