Xiaoman

Xia Liang pulled down his hood, raised his eyelids and looked out the window.

"I'm sorry." Fan Yiyang said at the same time, apologizing to him.

He was quite sincere at first, after all, a bag of eggs fell on his head while he was sleeping soundly, and no one would be in a good mood.

In the end, when he saw who the person in front of him was, Fan Yiyang couldn't help frowning.

"Ah, isn't this..." Lu Hang stretched out his head beside him, looked at Xia Liang and blinked, and said, "You really missed the grade?"

After asking, he grinned in embarrassment, and added: "Sorry, my hand just slipped on my pot."

Xia Liang didn't say a word, he smacked his hair twice with a stinky face, kicked off the table and wanted to go out again.

From Liu Xiaoman's point of view, he couldn't tell what he wanted to do, but when Xia Liang moved, a thought flashed through his mind——

Will you beat someone?

The broadcast of Xia Liang being punished, the photos Xia Liang posted on the bulletin board downstairs, and Xia Liang's cold black eyes like dumb dogs when he was staring at people... passed by in front of his eyes.

If Fan Yiyang didn't fight, he definitely couldn't beat Xia Liang.

If Xia Liang really wants to make a move, the window frame is like a locator, it's just short of a crosshair, and Xia Liang can't beat Fan Yiyang's face with one fist.

So, as soon as Xia Liang moved, he stopped Xia Liang's arm without thinking, just like watching a slow motion movie.

For a disabled person like him, it takes a little more effort than ordinary people to do "blocking".

That's what ordinary people mean when they want to stop someone from stretching out their hands. He doesn't have enough hands, so if he wants to stop something, he has to wrap his arms around it.

The movement was quite big, the table pushed his hip bones forward a bit, and Li Meng was swinging on the stool, almost pushed him onto the table.

"My day..." Li Meng supported the edge of the table.

The three people by the window all stared at Liu Xiaoman.

"What do you belong to?" Xia Liang looked at him and asked.

Liu Xiaoman didn't understand, Xia Liang shook his pinched arm, raised an eyebrow and asked again: "Is it addictive to pinch people?"

"Xiaoman." Fan Yiyang called him.

Liu Xiaoman withdrew his hand embarrassingly.

"You come." Fan Yiyang said.

It's about getting him out and talking.

Liu Xiaoman agreed, pulled the table and prepared to go out.

When he turned around, he took another look at Xia Liang and reminded him, "Don't forget to find Teacher Shang."

Xia Liang didn't know if he heard it or not, so he took a step ahead of him.

"You go back first, I'll talk to Xiaoman for a while." Fan Yiyang said to Lu Hang.

"Okay, brother Yangyang cares about my brother, I'll go." Lu Hang took the tea egg from his hand and threw it, "This will be your compensation for abandoning me."

"Fuck you." Fan Yiyang smiled and handed him the checklist.

When Liu Xiaoman went out, he saw that his six tea eggs were gone.

It doesn't hurt to give Liu Xiaoman to Fan Yiyang's friends, but it's all given to Fan Yiyang's friends. He and Fan Yiyang didn't eat any of them, so he feels a little distressed.

I didn't feel hungry at first, but this distress made my stomach feel a little hungry.

"Xia Liang," Fan Yiyang saw him come out, turned his back and leaned against the window sill to talk to him, and pointed into the window, "You are at the same table, transferred to your class?"

"Yes." Liu Xiaoman leaned beside him and nodded, "The head teacher called him in the morning."

"Who is your head teacher?" Fan Yiyang asked.

"Shang Liangshan." Liu Xiaoman said.

"Oh," Fan Yiyang smiled when he heard the name, "I know him, I have taken his physical education class."

Liu Xiaoman followed him and grinned, but didn't answer.

Fan Yiyang originally wanted to say that it is rare for a physical education teacher to lead a class teacher, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say anything.

"His personality is not very good," he changed the topic back, "Ask your class teacher, if you can change the position, change it."

"Huh?" Liu Xiaoman thought for a while, "It's okay."

Fan Yiyang looked at him.

It's fine.

Liu Xiaoman commented objectively in his heart. Although Xia Liang doesn't like to talk to people, compared with Luo Hao's talkativeness, Xia Liang is much better. If he is allowed to sit with Luo Hao, he will really To apply for a transposition.

And when he was about to fall over in the morning, he still supported the person's legs to stabilize him, and he didn't lift him directly, or he hated him so much.

He originally thought that this person was a bomb, he would have to slam it on the bulletin board with one kick, and he didn't seem to praise him that much.

Pretty good.

"Then let's touch and see first." Fan Yiyang didn't say anything, took his empty sleeve and rolled it up, stuffing it into the pocket of his school uniform jacket.

"If you feel uncomfortable while sitting, you can change it, and if you have anything to do, you can come to me." He told Liu Xiaoman.

Find me if you need anything.

Fan Yiyang would say this every semester.

Thinking back carefully, it can't even be counted in terms of units such as semesters.

Take him to school every morning, take him home at night, and help grandpa when he is free. If there is something delicious and fun, I don’t forget to bring a copy for myself.

Liu Xiaoman has always felt that that sentence is true—when God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you.

Fan Yiyang is like his extra window that was opened.

Liu Xiaoman felt as warm as if his heart was sunbathed, and smiled at Fan Yiyang with his eyes bent.

"Are there any questions? If not, I'll go back." Fan Yiyang pointed to the opposite building and asked him.

"Yes." Liu Xiaoman nodded quickly, turned around and took out the exercise book from the window.

"Class is about to start, you should go back first." Shang Liangshan sat in front of the table and flipped through the roster in his hand, frowning without raising his eyebrows.

One thousand 380 seven.

Xia Liang stared at the branch sticking out of the window and counted the leaves, and when he heard this sentence, he zipped his coat to the top, turned around and walked out.

"Remember what I told you, don't let your father embarrass himself at school with you again." Shang Liangshan added in a raised voice.

Xia Liang opened the iron door of the office.

"Wait a minute." Shang Liangshan said again.

Xia Liang turned back half of his face to him: "Can you finish talking in one go?"

"Who are you talking to?" Shang Liangshan glared at him, "Xia Liang, let me tell you, I don't care what your former head teacher cared about you, but you and your group of cronies know what kind of temper I am. When you come to my class , you must listen to me, I will not condone you."

Xia Liang was quite impatient at first, but somehow he wanted to laugh seeing him being so serious.

"I will not give up on any of my classmates, but I will not allow anyone to hold back the whole class." Shang Liangshan knocked on the table.

"Okay." Xia Liang stretched out his toes and kicked the door panel back, and walked back to Shang Liangshan, "Say it."

"No three, no four," Shang Liangshan rolled him vigorously with his eyes, "Look at your whole body, if you still look like a student...Take out your hand."

Xia Liang sighed inwardly, and took his hand out of his pocket.

Shang Liangshan threw the roster on the table and leaned back with his arms crossed.

Xia Liang took a look, and there were two circles drawn on his name, and there was another circle a few lines away, which circled Liu Xiaoman.

"What I said in class just now, what do we want, and how do we feel about the collective, please repeat it to me." Shang Liangshan asked.

"I wasn't here just now." Xia Liang frowned twice while holding his eyelids, he raised his wrist and rubbed it.

"I'll repeat it to you again," Shang Liangshan pointed at him a little unbearably, and knuckles tapped on Liu Xiaoman's name word by word: "My class must have collective honor—honor." --feel!"

"Understood?" Fan Yiyang asked.

"Yeah." Liu Xiaoman nodded with a five-pointed star on the title.

Fan Yiyang glanced at the time: "Okay, I really have to go, I should prepare in the past."

"Go quickly," Liu Xiaoman pushed him, and couldn't help but add: "You should eat one of those eggs, grandpa asked me to bring them to you."

"Okay." Fan Yiyang grabbed his hair with a smile, "Come to my house for dinner tonight, my mother has stewed meat, and I'll make meat buns for you."

"Yeah." There were quite a lot of people in the corridor, Liu Xiaoman avoided it with his head down, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but hook upwards.

He tidied up the exercise books on the balcony, Fan Yiyang turned back to his classroom, turned his face away, Xia Liang was coming from the stairs, and the two happened to meet each other.

If you want to walk face to face like this in normal times, Fan Yiyang just passed by, even though they used to be in the same class, and those who didn't get along with each other didn't have to make eye contact with each other.

But after the tea eggs came out just now, it seems inappropriate to have no reaction now.

But it's too reactive, that's not his style.

Thinking about it, he nodded his chin indifferently.

In the end, Xia Liang was less happy to dress up than he was, and brushed past him like a blind man.

Liu Xiaoman put on his pen cap and was about to enter the classroom when someone whistled by the back door.

It's not long, and it's not a hooligan whistle with seven turns and eight turns, just a raised voice with an upturned pitch.

He looked up, half of Xia Liang had entered the back door, found him standing outside, and turned his head back to look at him.

Liu Xiaoman didn't really want to answer his whistle, it sounded like beckoning cats and dogs, and he didn't think Xia Liang would call him when he was fine.

"Shang Liangshan asked you to go." As a result, Xia Liang really told him.

Liu Xiaoman was stunned, and asked him back: "Now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ready bell rang.

"Follow you." Xia Liang lifted his foot into the classroom.

Liu Xiaoman hesitated by the window, not knowing what to do.

Xia Liang's head fell out from the back door again.

He raised his hand to touch the hair on his forehead, and pointed at Liu Xiaoman's.

Liu Xiaoman reached out to touch it, and saw a bunch of hair sticking up from the reflection of the window, which should have been grabbed by Fan Yiyang just now.

He looked at Xia Liang again, and his head was gone again.

"You're going to drop off at [-] miles outside, and you won't come in after the bell is rung." Li Meng said to him lying on the window after returning to his seat after a fight with someone.

This section is English class, Liu Xiaoman still thinks what the head teacher said is more important after thinking about it.

"Teacher Shang asked me to go." He put the exercise book back on his desk through the window.

"Now?" Li Meng asked him the same question.

"En." Liu Xiaoman nodded.

"It's a good thing, let's go." Li Meng's butt just touched the bench, and immediately jumped up and squeezed out, "I'll accompany you there, and we will go to the supermarket by the way."

"Bring me a bottle of water." He stretched out his elbow and bumped him.

Running out during class time, this kind of thing is accompanied by a lot of bottoms.

Liu Xiaoman watched Li Meng push sideways from behind the stool, and with a "ding" in his head, he suddenly realized what Xia Liang meant by "what do you belong to, you are addicted to being caught".

It should be to say that he is a crab.

Liu Xiaoman thought that he had drunk too much in the morning, pinching someone's leg and arm, at first he thought it was quite embarrassing, but when he thought about crabs, he couldn't help laughing.

Xia Liang just sat back in his seat, and just because he wanted to laugh, he apologized: "I'm sorry just now."

Xia Liang looked at him inexplicably, and stretched out his hand to close the window.