Back to the year when my husband was the worst

Xu Qingran's desk was knocked out with a rattling sound.

Like a stage spotlight, Xu Qingran's seat was washed by everyone's eyes.

Long and lion flung their elbows back indiscriminately: "Zhou...Zhou Ya!"

"..."

Xu Qingran put down his pen and looked up at the podium.

The indoor lights are bright, and Zhou Yai is standing next to the podium, a little taller than the math teacher on the podium. He has a lazy expression, and his facial features are exquisite and sharp. He is carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, and his fingers are carelessly playing with the schoolbag strap hanging by his side. .

The two teachers didn't realize that the height of the boy in the middle made them look like the legendary five-short stature.

Two known conditions coincide.

Xu Qingran pushed the dragon and lion back, and looked Zhou Yai up and down with sharp eyes.

Had a fight.

Xu Qingran settled down a little dignifiedly.

The phone is placed in the belly of the table, and the screen lights up every once in a while.

The students in Class Nine turned their faces towards the desk, poking their cellphones under the table nonstop.

The head teacher said slowly: "Find a seat first, don't delay the class, after the exam next week, you can choose a seat you like."

Everyone: "..."

Class Nine changed seats every time after the exam, and chose seats by themselves according to the exam rankings, which was very cruel.

But now even if the head teacher blatantly provoked Class Nine, everyone in Class Nine would not be able to say a word of retaliation.

Half a minute ago, Longshi reposted two comprehensive posts from the forum of No. [-] Middle School and sent them to the class.

Everyone unilaterally got to know the student god of the third middle school next door.

The first grade, student council president, school grassroots.

The No. [-] Middle School is so awesome that it has poached the top talents from others.

In the face of absolute strength and beauty, everyone directly ignored the most important point: the third middle school next door.

What's wrong with the students from the third middle school? They are from the seventh middle school.

The atmosphere gradually became restless.

Everyone's minds numb to mathematics saw that Shuai was sober, and their eyes were full of anticipation and excitement.

There are only three empty seats in Class Nine.

The first and last ones are in a row against the wall, that row is for single seats, and the other one is next to Lu Chen.

Lu Chen felt that Zhou Ya's eyes fell on him, and his back was tense.

This is the one who can still gain the upper hand in a fight with Xu Qingran!

He was a little afraid that Zhou Ya would give him a punch when he sat down.

Zhou Ya moved, and the eyes of the whole class were glued to him.

Suddenly, there were two muffled sounds in the corner, and the atmosphere in the classroom froze instantly.

Xu Qingran bent his fingers and pulled out the draft paper. His voice was just enough for people in front and back of the classroom to hear clearly. His voice was weak and a little impatient.

"Teacher, are you still in class?"

At the same time, Zhou Ya has already walked to the last row against the wall and put down his schoolbag.

Xu Qingran glanced at him and said to himself, it's still quite far away.

The heads and necks of the students in Class Nine were stiff.

The head teacher left after seeing off the students, and started to talk about the topic again.

Xu Qingran's phone screen lights up from time to time.

A row of people in the class kneeled neatly.

Sheep: Brother Ran, don't worry, you will always be the father of Class [-]!

Sheep: Ben's status is unshakable!

Followed by a row of +1.

Longshi: Even if he is handsome!

Lu Chen: Father Ran is the most handsome!

Longshi: Even if he gets good grades!

Lu Chen: @集主, kick out the dragon and lion.

……

Dongdongqiang slapped the triangular board on the lecture table, the class silenced instantly, and more than 40 chickens looked at Dongdongqiang tremblingly.

Dongdongqiang turned off the projector, found a piece of chalk, and suddenly called the name: "Xu Qingran."

Xu Qingran stopped writing, pushed away the chair and stood up.

Dongdongqiang: "How many situations have you considered for the parameters of this question?"

Xu Qingran: "..."

He glanced at the paper: "Two kinds."

"Which two?"

Who the hell knows which two.Xu Qingran's face was blank, his papers were full of the crazy name of Zhou Ya.

He waited for a few seconds: "Then what did you just write below?"

"Notes." Xu Qingran babbled nonsense.

Dong Dong Qiang remembered that Xu Qingran had half of the paper blank, so he nodded.He turned around and wrote a question number on the blackboard, and when he turned around, he found that the person in the other corner was looking at Xu Qingran with his head half up.

Under the incandescent light, he couldn't see the color of his eyes clearly, nor could he see if he smiled.

The teachers in the office more or less knew about the "resentment" between No. [-] Middle School and No. [-] Middle School. Yesterday, when Lao Wu said that a transfer student came in, he mentioned it several times to let everyone watch out and not let the transfer student get into trouble with other students.

After all, neither side is a fuel-efficient lamp.

Dong Dong Qiang narrowed his eyes and noticed the empty desk of the transfer student: "Xu Qingran, lend your test paper to the new classmate."

"what?"

"The new classmate doesn't have papers." Dong Dong Qiang said, "You can read it with your deskmate."

The whole class was speechless, Dongdongqiang's tactic of wanting the transfer students to integrate with them as soon as possible was too bad.

Xu Qingran would definitely not agree.

Sure enough, when Xu Qingran took out the paper, it was Maoquan's at the same table.

Maoquan reminded him blankly: "Brother Ran, this is my paper."

Xu Qingran patted the back of his head casually: "I know, let's lend it to a new classmate first, good boy."

Maoquan: "Oh."

Xu Qingran glanced at Zhou Ya, the latter was facing this side, his eyes didn't know where to fall, the table was empty and a little pathetic.

Of course Xu Qingran was not unwilling to lend the test paper to her husband.

He lent the messy things he wrote on the math paper to Zhou Ya, and Zhou Ya might think that he had met a perverted idiot.

Dongdongqiang is not blind: "Give him your paper, don't take someone else's."

Xu Qingran is equivalent to the leader of Class Nine. As long as he gets along well with new students, the others will automatically accept them.

"Why do you have to take mine?" Xu Qingran said.

Both the math teacher and Xu Qingran have a tyrant temper, and they are the easiest to get stuck in a stalemate when they get angry, and Class Nine is panicked.

Long Shi couldn't stand it anymore: "Teacher, borrow my paper, I haven't taken notes yet, it's clean!"

Dongdongqiang: "You don't know what level you are? Still don't take notes?"

Longshi: "..."

In the stalemate, I only heard the pen cap being pulled off, and there was a "click".

Zhou Ya said lightly, "I don't want Xu Qingran's paper."

Crowd:! ! !

Xu Qingran:?

In the midst of the chaos, someone shouted with the desire to survive: "Teacher, strong, strong twisted melons are not sweet!"

Dong Dong Qiang sullenly, full of stormy face, and finally let others pass Maoquan's paper to Zhou Yai, without saying anything, turned around and resumed the lecture.

Xu Qingran sat down consciously, knocking on the table with his hands, but couldn't calm down.

Zhou Ya didn't want his test paper.

Why doesn't Zhou Ya want his test paper?

Maoquan approached cautiously: "Brother Ran, do you want to read the paper together?"

"...wait a minute."

The graffiti I wrote, I wiped it off on my knees.

Hold.

There is a big break between the two classes.

Zhou Yai was called over by Old Wu.

Xu Qingran's seat was surrounded by layers.

"What to do, who knows he will turn around?"

"No, he's fine and doesn't stay in the third middle school, so what's he doing here?"

"I just turned around after the fight, and I looked uneasy and kind."

The only few girls in Class Nine came over slowly: "Qing Ran, you will definitely be the school grass of Seventh Middle School this year, don't worry."

Xu Qingran raised his eyes, and the faces of the girls turned red.

Xu Qingran wants to say who cares about this.

Long Shi stretched out his hand and grabbed Xu Qingran's paper to read: "Just now when Dong Dong Qiang asked you to give the paper, you should have given it. Isn't it just a broken paper, now Dong Dong Qiang must be eyeing you."

Lu Chen pulled up a chair and sat next to Maoquan.

"Don't be afraid, No. [-] Middle School is our territory."

"..." Xu Qingran snatched back his paper, tilted his chair back, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Do you still remember what I told you that day?"

"What day?"

"Forget it." Xu Qingran took out a paper from the belly of the desk, and looked at it as a chemistry question, "I'm going to the office."

The number of people outside the corridor doubled compared to before, they shrank when they saw Xu Qingran.

The air conditioner was turned on in the office, the front and rear doors were tightly closed, the blinds were half drawn, and several figures could be seen walking around.

Xu Qingran was carrying a chemistry paper, and as soon as he approached the door, he heard Zhou Ya's voice.

Old Wu: "The most important thing is to help each other between classmates. You are good in all subjects, but there is still room for improvement in Chinese and physics. Are you in the bottleneck period?"

Xu Qingran heard Zhou Jair hum slightly.

Old Wu: "Well, there is a kid in our class who happens to be strong in Chinese and physics, but his grades jump a lot. Look..."

Old Wu should be showing the data map to Zhou Ya.

"...I want to arrange for you to sit together, so that you can take care of you when you study..."

Zhou Ya: "Do you want me to make up lessons for this person?"

"Hmm." Old Wu pondered: "His way of thinking may be helpful to you."

Xu Qingran guessed that the person Lao Wu was talking about was himself, and hesitantly put down the hand holding the doorknob.

"Chemistry 28?" Zhou Yai said in a hoarse voice, "Is he partial?"

"is a bit."

"..."

The sudden silence made people quite anxious, Xu Qingran stepped back a little and adjusted his breathing.

I only heard the faint voice snort shortly: "Teacher, I don't want to waste time on fools."

"..."

Xu Qingran almost choked to death by himself.

The office was shattered.

Old Wu drank half a glass of water in one go, and looked up at Zhou Ya.

The teachers in Class [-] were meaner than the other. Today, they met opponents in chess, and Lao Wu was speechless.

Zhou Ya's body is very straight, the zipper of his coat is stuck at the collarbone, and his hand is in his pocket.

Sleepy, careless, a little cold.

In fact, putting aside the grades, Zhou Ya looks much worse than Xu Qingran.

Lao Wu looked at Zhou Yai's past achievements repeatedly, and wanted to persuade him.

"What if you don't take up your time, but just arrange a tablemate?"

Zhou Ya pulled out one hand and picked up the key on the table—he was here to get the key to the dormitory.

Zhou Yai: "I don't mean to choose by myself..."

Before he finished speaking, someone outside knocked symbolically on the door twice, and pushed the door open to come in.

The voice of the visitor was hoarse: "Report."

Zhou Ya paused.

The man had long legs, and he took two steps to his side, and a gust of wind was blown.

He lowered his eyes, just in time to see the hands of the person beside him. The person had fair wrists, long fingers, protruding knuckles with a touch of sensuality, and a test paper was sandwiched between the fingers.

Small bubbles in bottles and cans, like chemistry, and there is a bloody red pen on the folded page: 8

Eight?

Eighty points?

"Why are you here?" The head teacher turned off the line graph on the computer interface: "Is there something wrong?"

"Something happened."

Xu Qingran didn't even look at the person beside him, and stretched out a finger, almost pointing to Zhou Yai's nose.

The words were cold: "I don't want to be at the same table with him either."