She has little monsters in her pencil case

The joking sounds that broke into the ears were lively and evil, and they were extremely clear, which made Sang Wan a little confused.

But the doubt didn't last long.

Because the voice was not so noticeable in the noisy classroom, and also because Sang Wan was suddenly called by the teacher at this stall.

The sudden roll call was not a particularly important matter.

The homeroom teacher was going to announce that the class meeting was over, but when he spoke, he suddenly remembered something, so the words turned around.

"Ah, I almost forgot, there is still one art committee member that has not yet been elected, um... In this case, let Sang Wan be in charge, how about it?"

"Eh?"

Sang Wan, who was sitting below, was covering her mouth in doubt, when she was suddenly called by the teacher, she couldn't help being surprised, and after a few seconds, she pushed the stool away and stood up.

The teacher in charge looked at Sang Wan who was a little dazed and smiled.

"In the previous office, I often heard other teachers say that Sang Wan is very good. How about it, won't you reject me like Liang Bing?"

How can you refuse after talking about this?

Sang Wan sighed, it was really hard to shirk.

Moreover, she has always been a good-tempered person, and she doesn't mind helping out what she can do.

So she nodded, with a gentle and easy-to-talk appearance, "Good teacher."

After Sang Wan's answer fell, today's class meeting came to a successful conclusion.

When Sang Wan sat down with a sigh of relief, the head teacher had already announced that the class meeting was over and was about to leave the class.

Everyone in the classroom is also conscious, gradually returning to the original learning state, and the room has returned to silence.

The opening time of the class meeting was really long, Sang Wan just sat down in the seat and the get out of class ended not long after.

Although Shijin Middle School implements a day-study system, in order to ensure the quality of students' learning and to reduce everyone's running around, students are not allowed to go home at noon.

Therefore, everyone's lunch and lunch break are at school.

This means that from the beginning of morning reading at 09 o'clock in the morning until the end of evening self-study at 30:[-] in the evening, everyone has been staying in school.

The time spent in school is nearly fifteen hours a day, even longer than the time spent with family.

And these fifteen long hours, most of us spent in front of our own desks, spent with study and books.

Also, I spent it with my deskmate.

In this way, in this boring and tedious study day, in these long fifteen hours.

The tablemate seemed to be the closest person.

It also seems to have become the most intimate vocabulary.

It's just that Sang Wan didn't think about it at all now, and she didn't think that she would become close to Liang Bing.

Didn't you see that the two of them said a few words this morning?

So the situation continued like this, and the lunch break on the first day of school was also passed smoothly.

The school still has ample time for lunch breaks for everyone. You can rest for about one to two hours after eating.

Usually everyone will use this time to squat on the desk for a while, so that they will not feel sleepy when they have class in the afternoon.

It's like those two little pigs sitting in the front row of Sang Wan, who have fallen asleep and start talking.

But there are exceptions.

Some students who are unwilling to waste time will use their lunch break to read homework and strive for every minute and every second.

Just like Li Ruo, the class monitor who is studying hard no matter what.

And sitting just an arm's length away from Sang Wan, Liang Bing was reading a book.

Compared with the fighting spirit of the academic masters, Sang Wan is more Buddhist.

Although she wasn't too sleepy at the moment, and she couldn't fall asleep right away lying there, she would rather fall asleep on a hard table than studying.

The classroom during the lunch break is quiet as if time has stagnated, and even the slightest sound can become a big movement here.

After that moment in the morning, Sang Wan didn't hear any more jokes.

After the voice said that sentence, it didn't speak again, it passed for a moment, as if she had heard it wrong.

Sang Wan changed several positions on the table, until she finally buried her head in her arms and finally felt sleepy.

But in my heart I still care about it.

Because she was very sure at the time that someone really spoke, after all, the voice was so close to her.

And it was absolutely unfamiliar, not a tone she was familiar with.

What is even more concerning is that the voice is still very warm with himself.

Forget it.

Sang Wan's little head buried in her arms slightly arched inward, intending to give up what she was thinking at the moment.

Maybe I really heard it wrong?

It's not impossible, after all, the environment at that time was really noisy.

The thoughts and thoughts in my heart were wandering, like a blurred watercolor painting gradually blurring and collapsing, and Sang Wan was also gradually conquered by sleepiness.

Just when she was about to step into the cage of sleepiness, the sound of paper flipping sounded beside her.

It's not very big, it seems that it is afraid of waking up something, and it deliberately slows down its movements to suppress the sound.

But thanks to the quiet atmosphere in the room, Sang Wan still heard it.

She knew that this was the sound of Liang Bing closing the book and putting it down again.

as predicted.

Within two seconds, there was another rustling sound of cloth rubbing from an arm's length away.

Sang Wan lay on the table and speculated sleepily.

This must be the student at the same table who is going to lie down on the table for a morning break.

After this thought appeared in her mind, even Sang Wan herself found it funny, why listen to other people's movements for no reason.

She buried herself in her arms and sighed with a chuckle that she was bored, and then she was about to change into a comfortable position and go back to sleep.

I'm a little sleepy.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened.

Perhaps it is because there is always friction and contact between the same table?

Or was it that Xueba's deskmate made some mistakes in his movements when he was lying on the table?

In short, even on the verge of sleepiness, Sang Wan still clearly felt the uninvited touch in her arms.

It was warm and soft, like fluffy cotton candy, rubbing against the skin above the elbow, warm and slightly itchy.

But that's not cotton candy.

Sang Wan knows.

It was clearly Liang Bing's fingertip that rubbed against his arm when he was resting on the table, which was just right to offend.

The strength is just right, just a light stroke.

The position was also just right, it just happened to poke on the skin three inches above the elbow joint of Sang Wan, and there happened to be a shallow scar at that place.

It was Sang Wan who accidentally rowed while climbing a tree when he was a child.

It was quite serious at the time, and there was a lot of blood left.

But with the passage of time, no matter how serious the injury was at the time, it turned out to be nothing more than an ugly scar.

But Liang Bing's fingertips just crossed there intentionally or unintentionally.

After the person lay on the table for a while.

It's just that this offensive touch only existed quietly for a moment, and then disappeared calmly, without giving anyone a chance to escape.

So Sang Wan didn't think much about it.

Under the attack of drowsiness, she just defined this superficial contact as the carelessness of Xueba, and put it behind her.

But before his consciousness was completely plunged into darkness, Sang Wan's last thought was a bit absurd.

she thinks.

A certain person's personality is so cold and icy, but his fingertips are quite hot.

It makes people feel very gentle.

***

I don't know why, but when I lie on the soft bed at home, I always have insomnia.

Lie face down on the hard desk but always sleep soundly.

Generally speaking, Sang Wan slept quite comfortably this time, but his arms were a little numb.

Obviously Liang Bing went to bed later than Sang, but when Sang Wan woke up rubbing his eyes, the schoolmaster was already reading.

Sang Wan glanced at her, raised her hand to rub her numb elbow, and inadvertently stroked the skin that Liang Bing had accidentally rubbed.

I didn't even worry about it.

It's not a big deal, and they didn't do it on purpose.

So this one was revealed.

The two of them didn't say a word after waking up from their lunch break.

The afternoon passed so peacefully.

Although it is just the beginning of school, it is not easy to step into the third year of high school, and you must concentrate on listening.

Sang Wan didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the bell rang for the last class in the afternoon. She wanted to raise her hands and rub her temples to relax her tired spirit.

As a result, before he even raised his hand, he was dragged to the cafeteria by two ruthless eating machines in the front row.

It was also due to the contributions of Xiaopang and Zhang Qiyu that the three of them were able to fight their way through the entire third-grade meal army and successfully grabbed the meal.

What surprised Sang Wan was that the two were still not satisfied after dinner, and when they came back, they were still arguing to go to the supermarket to order supper.

Sang Wan didn't have such a good appetite as they did, and she didn't bother to go to the supermarket.

So he separated from the two ruthless eating machines in front of the supermarket, and went back to the classroom alone.

Sang Wan was quite lucky when she returned to the classroom, because she came back early today, and Liang Bing hadn't come back at this point, and there were only two people in the whole classroom including her.

Don't worry about giving up your seat.

In summer, the sky is still very bright when it is less than seven o'clock in the evening, and the sun penetrates into the house through the window, and it is even a bit dazzling and slightly hot.

Sang Wan sat on the seat for a while, tugged at the lapel of the school uniform at the neckline, and fanned it lightly, but still felt very hot.

So he got up and pulled the curtain beside him, trying to block the sun.

It was just a calming act on a calm evening.

But what happened afterwards was without warning, and easily broke the peace of Sang Wan's life in the future.

It appeared suddenly, a familiar yet unfamiliar call, with joy and laughter hidden in the voice, and it sounded like a thief.

It was right behind Sang Wan, in a certain corner, in this peaceful moment.

Without any scruples, he yelled at the back of Sang Wan who was going to pull the curtains, "Sang Wanwan is so bad!"

The voice was clear enough, and it was very close to me, so it was clear enough in a classroom with few people.

Definitely not hallucinations.

So Sang Wan stopped when she went to pull the curtains.

Then he turned his head abruptly and looked around the class, making sure that he and Li Ruo were the only ones in the class.

Also because of this established fact, Sang Wan's eyebrows furrowed in doubt.

Because she felt that she heard it clearly enough, the source of the sound was in the seat behind her.

Because she didn't figure out for a long time, who made this voice.

"Don't look, it's me, it's me! Here!"

The voice spoke again.

Its words were mixed with excitement, and even a little anxious after listening carefully, it was urging Sang Wan to find it.

But this reply brought Sang Wan nothing but surprise, she tightly pressed the corners of her lips and looked in front of her, feeling complicated in her heart.

In the classroom with only two people, a third unknown person made a voice.

Moreover, it is by its side.