Xiaoman

The person in front of him was undoubtedly Xia Liang, and Liu Xiaoman had just seen this face on the bulletin board downstairs.

But he didn't understand the meaning of the phrase "come out".

go out?

Where to go?

He glanced at Li Meng, wondering if he had misunderstood, Xia Liang was actually talking to Li Meng.

In the end, Li Meng was also looking at him blankly.

Li Meng knew Xia Liang's face, not only him, but the students in the back row who heard the movement all looked this way gossipingly.

Seeing Xia Liang's posture, he thought the two knew each other, and he was still wondering how the little disabled and the school bully were not in the same grade or class, how they knew each other.

Now meeting Liu Xiaoman's eyes, he found that the look in the other's eyes was also quite blank. He instantly understood Liu Xiaoman's meaning - he just patted his chest and said to Liu Xiaoman, "Mr. "Help" came.

It's also really rude.

Li Meng touched his nose in embarrassment, not to mention that there were still a few sad gods outside, Guang Xialiang himself was not so awesome as to interrupt anyone casually to show off.

But Liu Xiaoman looked over, and it seemed inappropriate not to say a word.

"...Where are you going?" After holding back for a long time, he concocted a question, which was quite polite.

Xia Liang ignored him, his face was a little impatient, he glanced at Liu Xiaoman's arm and still didn't speak, as if he had given him a lot of patience because he was disabled.

"Hey, little disability, come out when I tell you." Luo Hao came over at some point, raised his arms and hung them on Xia Liang's shoulders, and raised his chin at Liu Xiaoman, "This Xia Liang Seat, he used to sit here in our class."

Xia Liang moved his eyelids and glanced at him.

Luo Hao retracted his arms, lifted the black schoolbag that had fallen on Liu Xiaoman's side, and continued to urge him: "Hurry up, wait for me to carry it for you?"

Only then did Liu Xiaoman understand what they meant.

"Do you want to sit here?" He asked Xia Liang.

He didn't really want to wait for his answer after asking. In fact, it didn't make much difference to him whether he sat inside or outside. Compared with where he sat, he didn't want half of the class to stare at him with their necks stretched out.

Xia Liang is also really strange.

He was thinking in his mind while stacking the books and moving them to the right.

If I knew it earlier, I would just come up and say "change positions" just because of this little thing.

These people can't speak well with a long mouth.

Li Meng helped Liu Xiaoman tidy up all the things on the table, Luo Hao and the others went back, and before they left, they put Xia Liang's schoolbag on the table again, which made Li Meng startled again.

The stool on the right was crippled. It was estimated that the seat had been vacant before the shift, and no one cared about it. Liu Xiaoman made a "crack" when he sat down after wiping, and his whole body tilted to the side.

"Hey me," Li Meng returned to his seat, just as his butt touched the stool, he yelled again when he was excited by the movement, twisted his neck and turned around, "why are you still..."

Facing Shang Xia Liang's dark eyes, he realized that the back seat had just been replaced.

"...Turned to the wrong side." Li Meng turned his head in the other direction, and saw Liu Xiaoman was propping up the edge of the table with one arm, half crooked, trying to get up from the ground.

Xia Liang's eyelids drooped, and he also looked at the past from top to bottom.

Feeling their gaze, Liu Xiaoman's face flushed from neck to hairline, embarrassment made the back of his head a little numb.

He couldn't stand being seen in such a state of embarrassment, and couldn't stand the irresistible disgust or pity revealed in other people's eyes.

Don't rush, don't rush, don't rush.

He murmured to himself in his mind, trying to get up before he got the attention of the whole class.

But the tabletop that had just been wiped was extremely slippery, and the sleeves of the school uniform were also made of slippery material. Not only did he not be able to use his strength to prop him up after he was put on the tabletop, but when his elbow rubbed against him, he collapsed again as if he had drunk too much.

"...The spider climbed to a third of the position, slipped its foot, and fell down again..."

In the blink of an eye, he actually thought of the storybook he read when he was a child, and felt that he was that bleak spider.

The expected crash did not appear, Liu Xiaoman's arm subconsciously found a fulcrum, touched a thigh beside him, and quickly hugged it.

The thigh was horizontal, and he hurriedly raised it up, clamping it tightly with his upper arm and side ribs.

Finally landed from weightlessness, Liu Xiaoman heaved a sigh of relief.

"...Fortunately, a protruding stone appeared under the spider's feet. It hugged the stone in time and did not let itself slide back to the bottom of the valley..."

The storybook in my mind was actually continuing to read automatically.

His buttocks were half tilted on the stool, and the stool had completely tilted to the ground. Half of his body was tilted, one sleeve was empty, and the other was hugging a stranger's thigh.

His thighs were not thick, but they were tight, making his armpits ache.

Liu Xiaoman didn't even want to think about the current posture, at least he stopped the car, he stabilized his figure and raised his head, meeting Xia Liang's eyes again.

This time it was at a close distance, Xia Liang's face was not far above him, I don't know if it was because of the backlight, his face was a little dark.

The eyeballs are also black, really black.

Liu Xiaoman thought.

"...Get up." Xia Liang frowned and said to him.

"Are you okay?" The students sitting nearby turned their heads and asked, and the next one came over to help.

Li Meng was the first to jump out from the front seat, whispering "You are such a genius", and lifted Liu Xiaoman up by his armpit.

"I'm sorry..." Liu Xiaoman's ears were burning with embarrassment, and he apologized to Xia Liang in a low voice amidst the confusion of concern.

Xia Liang ignored him, and the people around were making a fuss. When Liu Xiaoman was erected in a hurry, he also put his legs away and stood up, kicked the stool and went out through the back door.

"Nervous." A girl rolled her eyes at his stool, turned around and helped Liu Xiaoman, and asked him, "Are you okay?"

Liu Xiaoman glanced at the back door, smiled at her, shook his head and said it was okay.

His face was still tight. This time, there were four or five classmates around, and some people in the first few rows were looking back. He was quite embarrassed, and hurriedly answered everyone's "It's okay, it's okay." Lift up the stool and have a look.

"Don't worry about the rags." The girl who rolled her eyes picked up the stool before he could do it. She was quite small, but she was quick at throwing large objects, and she stuffed them directly into the toilet corner in the back row.

"I used to be the monitor of our class, an aborigine. This stool has been broken for a long time, and I forgot that no one sat on it." She introduced herself, "My name is Han Xuebi, not the Bi of Sprite, but the Bi at the bottom of the jade character. .”

She introduced it tightly, and Li Meng couldn't hold back his tongue and said, "This name is fine. Hello everyone. From now on, my name will be Li Kele."

Several people laughed, but Liu Xiaoman couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth from curling up. Halfway through the curling up, he was afraid that he would be impolite, so he suppressed it again.

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Han Xuebi rolled her eyes at Li Meng, and continued to say to Liu Xiaoman, "If you need help with anything in the future, just ask me. I'm familiar with the layout of our class."

As she said that, she turned her head and shouted at someone: "Fish head!"

"Hey!" Someone in the front row agreed.

"Go to the teaching office and get a stool!" Han Xuebi shouted.

"Ah?" Yutou also shouted.

Liu Xiaoman didn't expect her help to be so comprehensive, so she hurriedly wanted to refuse: "No, I myself..."

"Hurry up!" Han Xuebi waved his hand swiftly at him, and walked directly towards the unlucky Yutou, "New classmate, the one from Class 8...you sports committee member hurry up and show off your style and help out."

"I'm still a committee member after a lifetime!" A tall boy was urged to stand up by Han Xuebi, and went out in a hurry.

Liu Xiaoman still kept the words "don't bother" in his mouth, this time he didn't even have a chance to open his mouth.

"I'll go with him." Liu Xiaoman opened his mouth, but still raised his legs to follow.

He has never had the habit of working for others to do work for him. Since he lost his arm, he does not want to touch all kinds of preferential treatment for the disabled as much as possible. He is willing to be self-reliant and prefers to be like any normal person without those preferential treatment.

"Hey, save yourself, didn't you hear the words he used?" Li Meng half leaned on his table and clattered his legs, stopping him back, "—to show off your style, give the former class committee a chance."

Han Xuebi flung her big white eyes over again, and raised her chin arrogantly, not wanting to talk to him.

Now that he couldn't catch up with anyone after chasing him, Liu Xiaoman said to Han Xuebi again in embarrassment: "Thank you."

"You are too polite, we are all classmates, we should." Han Xuebi said.

Within 2 minutes, Yutou came in through the back door with a new stool, and put it behind Liu Xiaoman's buttocks.

"It looks a little dirty. I wiped it off, but it can't be wiped off. Just sit like this." He pointed to the stool for Liu Xiaoman to see.

"Thank you, it's okay." Liu Xiaoman didn't know what to say first. The two aborigines were too enthusiastic, and they were different from the class committee in his previous class. "Please make a trip."

Yutou waved his hand and turned back to his seat.

"Anyway, you can come to us if you have something to do." After Han Xuebi explained, she also returned to her first row with her ponytail tossing.

"A Sprite, the official addiction is quite big." Li Meng laughed.

"Brother," Li Meng's new deskmate patted him, "I can be your deskmate for ten years with just this mouth."

"Then take it off, bro." Li Meng pouted at him.

The preparatory bell rang, and the few people around his desk laughed and cursed twice, and then dispersed.

Liu Xiaoman bent down and wiped the stool again, also pursed the corners of his mouth twice, and still couldn't help laughing along with him.

He has always thought that people like Li Meng are very powerful, they can get along with people around them wherever they go, the whole world is probably a village in their eyes, they can chat with anyone, and people laugh when they joke.

There used to be people like this in their class, but they were not in the same world as him. He couldn't understand their endless laughing and joking every day. I guess they thought they were a freak just as much as they thought they were talkative.

Now this new class feels pretty good.

The people in this class are pretty good.

Although the enthusiasm was a bit too much, which made him a little overwhelmed, but he could feel that it was all good intentions.

I don't know if it's because the person who is the least compatible in a group has changed from him to...

He glanced to the side, the stool kicked away by Xia Liang was tilted towards the outside, and the schoolbag was also thrown by the window sill and hadn't been opened yet.

His new deskmate said two words to him when they met for the first time at the beginning of school.

Liu Xiaoman muttered in his heart.

Now it's time to go to class, and no one has come back.

Sitting firmly on the new stool, he pulled Xia Liang's stool back and straightened it, and wiped half of the shoe prints on it.