I'm not unlucky at all

"arrive."

Song Xing raised his forearm straight and replied.

The whole class turned their heads to look at him following the voice, and let out a burst of inexplicable laughter.

Song Xing's dark eyes reflected the shadow of the desktop, and he pursed his lips.

The head teacher touched the glasses with slippery nose, nodded in satisfaction and said, "Song Xing's grades are very even in all subjects, how about this, you will be the study committee member of our class first, do other students have any opinions?"

The students in the class whispered to each other for a while and then became quiet again.

"No one has any opinions." The head teacher said, "Then let's make a decision first."

Seats are arranged after roll call.

Senior high school class teachers are often very strict with puppy love, and when arranging seats, male and female students are always separated.

Song Xing was assigned to the third row next to the middle seat. This seat has always been called the seat of the top student (the nightmare of a scumbag). It can neither eat chalk dust on the blackboard nor affect the quality of lectures. The teacher cue arrives.

The new deskmate is a chubby little fat man named Duobao.

Not long after Song Xinghe sat down, the drawer of the desk next door was already filled with various snacks from many treasures.

Seeing Song Xing looking into his drawer, Many Bao took out a bag of spicy strips with great heartache and said, "Here, half of it will be shared between friends, and we will be good brothers from now on."

Song Xing was stunned for a moment, took the snacks from Many Treasures, hesitated for a few seconds, and decided to eat another one.

The man-made gluten smelled good, and he ate spicy food, so he didn't take any precautions. Song Xing's fair cheeks were flushed, and the spicy smell choked his throat, and he coughed violently.

"Hey, study committee member, the head teacher told you to call a few students to the Academic Affairs Office to bring our class' books!" A student slipped past the door, yelled loudly and then slipped out again.

Song Xing covered her mouth and was about to stand up and walk out.

"Hey, don't worry, drink some water first." Duobao rolled his eyes to the other side, then handed Song Xing a bottle of unopened pure water and said, "Has Song Xing never eaten spicy noodles?" ah?"

Song Xing thought for a while, then shook his head.

Duobao wondered, "Then what snacks do you usually eat? Potato chips, shrimp crackers, Oreos, dried pork?"

Song Xing frowned slightly and said, "I don't eat snacks."

Duobao looked at him dumbfounded, and covered his heart in pain, "Life without snacks is meaningless, okay?"

Song Xing thought for a while, and wanted to refute, but he still had the textbooks from the Academic Affairs Office in his heart, so he just took out a bag of beef jerky sealed in a vacuum bag from his schoolbag and handed it to Duobao, "I'll eat it for you, I'll move it." book."

Duobao was glad that his new tablemate didn't ask him to do coolies together, Meizizi took the beef jerky and said, "I said I don't want to eat snacks, isn't that true?"

Song Xing said, "This is made by my mother, not a snack."

"Wow, that auntie has great craftsmanship." Duobao couldn't wait to open the bag, bit off one, and said pleasantly, "This beef is really chewy, what brand is it made of?"

Song Xing thought for a while and said, "It's Kobe beef."

"Then I ate 100 yuan in this one bite? Hahaha." Many treasures opened their mouths to laugh, not believing him, and waved at Song Xing very perfunctorily, "Go and come back quickly."

The Academic Affairs Office is on the third floor of the teaching building. Song Xing went up from the classroom to the third floor and saw a large number of students waiting in line to get their books.

In other classes, seven or eight boys moved together. When Song Xing reported his work number, the teacher in charge of dividing the books was stunned, "Didn't the classmate come with you?"

Song Xing shook his head, "I can do it myself."

The teacher suggested, "How many times do you have to move up and down, you should go back and call a few more."

Song Xing frowned, thinking about what to say, when he heard a "report" from the door.

Turning his head, he saw a boy in a sophomore school uniform standing against the light, unable to see his facial features and expressions clearly.

"After procrastinating for a week, I finally wrote the review?" The teacher who divided the books obviously knew the boys, and opened his mouth to reprimand, "Don't learn a little bit from the good ones, and the bad ones are all learned from outside the school, right! Last semester you I didn't mention you after the final score dropped from No. 30 to [-] in age. It was because the teacher knew that your family situation was not easy! But this semester, take a look at what you have done? Fighting and beating each other Your stomach bleeding went to the hospital, and the parents of the students came to the school? The teacher really admires you!"

Taking a deep breath, the Fenshu teacher became more and more angry when he talked, and then realized that there was a freshman like Song Xing in the office. At least he didn't say anything else, just let the boy leave the review, and said calmly, "You Help this classmate move the book down first, and then come back later and the teacher will have a good talk with you."

The boy didn't say anything, didn't look at Song Xing, and walked out the door with four stacks of books in both hands.

Song Xing raised the two notes at hand, followed him and said, "Grade One (19) class, thank you."

The boy walked ahead without stopping.

Song Xing walked behind him, and was a bit slow when going down the stairs and turning. Through the stairs, he could see the lazy one-inch photos and names on the boys' school badges.

"...Thank you for being stubborn."

Slowly reading the name from the bottom of her heart, Song Xing looked away.

"Ding... Sending Warmth System 030 is at your service. The target of this world strategy: Xie Wan. The content of the strategy: Help Xie Wan get out of the predicament, find happiness, and return the value of loneliness to zero."

There was a familiar mechanical sound in his ears, Song Xing blinked, looked around, and saw no AI-like existence.

"The current loneliness value of the attack target: 78, please continue to work hard, the host."

Like a hallucination, the mechanical voice disappeared after saying this sentence.

Song Xing stood there in a daze for a moment, until the palms of his hands were hurt by the plastic straps on the two stacks of books. The boy who had gone down another floor turned back and said in a cold voice, "Hello."

"I'm not hello." Song Xing came back to his senses, shook his head to shake away the inexplicable voice just now, pursed his lips and said to the boy under the stairs, "My name is Song Xing."

Xie Wan frowned, "Who cares what your name is, go away."

Song Xing raised her head slightly, fine bangs fell on her full forehead, her brows were clear.

Xie Wan glanced at him and suddenly sneered, "Good student."

Song Xing gave him a strange look, but said nothing.

A freshman in high school had a week of military training. Song Xing didn't need to live on campus, but every day when he came home, Li Bo would touch his face and say with distress, "I'm dark and thin."

After a week, the Song family's parents had calluses on their ears, and they always secretly pulled Song Xing to the corner and asked, "Crackling, do you think that Uncle Li seems to be in menopause recently, how can you be so nagging? "

Song Xing just said, "Uncle Li is fine."

Since the son himself is not bothered by being nagged, no matter how much trouble the parents feel about Uncle Li's nagging, at most it is because they stay in the company for a long time every day. Self-study, he and his wife went home to sleep.

As for Uncle Li's nagging, I'd better leave it to the other servants in the family.

Song Xing saw Xie Wan again, at the national flag raising ceremony a week after the official start of class, and he delivered a speech as a representative of freshmen in high school, while the boys, as students who had been notified and approved by the whole school, had to stand under the national flag and recite a long 3000 word review paper.

When the host was reading the manuscript in front of the microphone, Song Xing secretly looked at Xie Jian from the corner of his eye.

The other party stood very slack, as if he had no bones, but because of his handsome appearance, he added a bit of coolness.

"Good student?" Sensing Song Xing's gaze, Xie Wan tilted his head indifferently, and sneered as usual.

Song Xing lowered her eyes, her body was as straight as a tall and straight pine and cypress.

"Bad student." He thought so from the bottom of his heart.

Just like the lazy look on the school badge, Xie Jian read the 3000-word self-criticism without distraction, and his perfunctory attitude can be seen by almost anyone with eyes.

He even mispronounced the line, and the content before and after was not very connected.

Song Xing listened carefully, and also stared at Xie Wan's back seriously.

"I have deeply realized my mistakes... above."

After reading the last line expressionlessly, Xie Wan smiled ironically, looked up at the students and teachers under the rostrum, and then made a move that surprised even the leaders.

The reviewer tore up his review in public.

Debris fell on the green lawn one after another, like the faces of teachers and leaders who were torn apart in public.

The dean stood up, ran up to the rostrum, pointed at Xie Wan's nose, and began to scold him for being unrepentant. He is the worst student in the [-] years of teaching in the [-]th Middle School, not one of them.

"I said I didn't hit him, you don't believe me." Xie Wan said blankly, "It wasn't my fault in the first place."

"Whose is not yours? The medical certificates presented by other students are not enough?" The dean blushed with anger, "Since you don't know how to repent, why don't you go to this school? Our thirteenth middle school can't afford to lose you." people!"

"Okay." Xie Wan lowered his eyes, concealed the coldness in his eyes, and said indifferently, "It just so happens that I don't want to go to sex either."

Song Xing opened her eyes wide, watching the boy pull down the zipper of his school uniform and throw it on the ground, leaving behind a chic back and a simple sentence in front of all the teachers and students in the school——

"So be it."