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But who would have thought that as soon as he raised his head, he saw a few classmates stop in front of him, he was slightly taken aback, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry."

As he spoke, he hurriedly made way for them.

It was only then that Zhi Ke noticed the hands on the clock in front of the classroom. It turned out that class was about to start.

Several boys passed by Zhi Ke, looked him up curiously, and then returned to their seats.

The last boy glanced at Zhi Ke casually, then walked towards the back of the classroom, but stopped suddenly when he was about to pass Zhi Ke.

He looked at the broken pencil end in Zhi Ke's hand, and said "Yo", this sound was full of surprise and disbelief, the sound was loud and long.

Obviously the other party hasn't said anything yet, but Zhi Ke inexplicably feels ashamed on his face.He stared at the other person with wide eyes in bewilderment, then retracted his hand holding the pencil end.

Ning Cen said: "You're already in the third year of the fucking middle school, and someone is still using a pencil?!" He frowned, with an unbelievable look on his face, his eyebrows were raised high, and he sneered.

Zhi Ke's school uniform was a bit loose, and it would inevitably hinder him when writing, so he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his long, white arms.

He was thin and tall, standing next to Ning Cen, a wealthy and handsome rich second generation, even though he was wearing a school uniform and was laughed at face to face, he was no less compared.

The boy with ignorant eyes opened a pair of big and bright eyes. He clenched the broken pencil end in his hand, struggled silently, and couldn't help but asked softly, "Ninth graders are not allowed to use pencils." ?"

Ning Cen tilted his head with a smirk and asked, "Hey, this new classmate, can I borrow your pencil to take a look?"

Zhike heard that his tone didn't seem like he really wanted to borrow his own pencil to read, so he hesitated and didn't answer. Ning Cen didn't wait patiently for his answer, so he reached out and took away the cracked pencil tip from his hand.

Then he raised it high, stretched his arms, and shouted in a loud and mocking voice: "Come on, let's take a look at what this new classmate's pencil looks like!"

Zhi Ke raised his head slightly to look at the pencil that Ning Cen held in his hand, and followed the other party's footsteps around the classroom, and saw that every place Ning Cen's footsteps reached, the students would have a little bit of disbelief on their faces, and then Hong laughed out loud.

There were still bits of broken pencil refills and wood in his hands. He stood there, watching Ning Cen's movements with a face full of bewilderment, and then curled up on his toes where no one could see.

When Ning Cen returned the pencil end that he had shown off in front of the whole class, Zhike's face was flushed.

Ning Cen casually threw the end of the pencil back into Zhi Ke's hand, and then answered his doubts, "This new student, it's not that the ninth grader can't use pencils, but..."

He paused, a smile appeared on his face, cold, alienated, smiling.

Ning Cen said: "In the ninth grade, there is no... oh, maybe in the future, there will be no... people who use this kind of pencil tip."

After he finished speaking, the whole class burst into laughter.

Zhi Ke glanced around helplessly, everyone's eyes were glued to him, and they opened their mouths wide to let out unscrupulous laughter.

Zhi Ke was slightly at a loss, thought about it, but couldn't figure it out.

How is this so funny...

What's so funny about using a pencil tip?

At this moment, Hu Yunhao, who was laughing with the classmates in the class, was hit on the head with a "bang" in the gap between everyone's laughter.

Hu Yunhao couldn't laugh for a moment, he widened his eyes and touched his head, then turned his head to look for the murderer with a fierce look on his face.

This sound was really loud, and the laughter of the whole class stopped immediately. They looked at the boy by the window in doubt, and saw that the boy was still leaning against the wall casually as if nothing had happened. He propped his head on his arms again.

Because there was an extra Xinhua dictionary in that hand.

Hu Yunhao thought it was the bastard Ning Cen who attacked him, but when he saw the person who beat him, he was stunned, and then he became even angrier, "An Liang, did you get kicked in the head by this idiot Ning Cen? You hit me? !"

When Ning Cen heard the words, it was as if the flames of dry wood met sparks, and he immediately fell into a coma: "You fucking say it again, Hu Yunhao, I've given you shame in the past two days, haven't I?"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Anliang glanced at Ning Cen indifferently, and then said in a cold voice, "If you want to fight him, you can. Wait until I finish my business."

Ning Cen was stunned for a moment, and his heart immediately became more angry, but after thinking about it, he also heard something unusual.

This is Anliang, wanting to fight with Hu Yunhao?

After he figured this out, he immediately dissipated all the anger in his heart, made a malicious smile, stood aside and calmed down.

Hu Yunhao was still angry, waiting for Anliang to give him a reasonable explanation.

Anliang put down the Tsinghua dictionary in his hand, pointed in the direction of Zhike with his chin, and said unhurriedly: "I will buy a hundred pencils after school at noon, and give them to him."

Hu Yunhao looked confused: "Why should I?"

Anliang glanced up at him with no expression on his face, "You owe him."

Hu Yunhao was even more confused: "It's unreasonable for me to go and talk. He just came today. We don't even know each other. I don't even know his name. When did I owe him???"

Anliang took out the math textbook and put it on the table, then slowly answered Hu Yunhao's question: "In the last life."

Hu Yunhao was dumbfounded when he heard this.He widened his eyes and stared at Anliang for a while, seeing that there was no response from the other party, he immediately turned his head and looked at Zhike angrily.

Zhi Ke couldn't help trembling under the fierce eyes of the other party, and then bit the bullet and returned to his seat under the eyes of everyone.

Hu Yunhao wanted to continue to say something, but the familiar and friendly voice of the teacher in charge had passed through the entire classroom, hitting everyone's ears precisely, "Hu Yunhao, Ning Cen, can't you two hear the sound of the preparatory bell? "

When the students in the class heard this voice, they fell silent for an instant, and obediently took away even the curious eyes that had been glued to Zhi Ke's body.

Everyone sat upright in an instant, like first-grade elementary school students, obediently waiting for class.

The homeroom teacher was still dissatisfied with the fight between the two naughty ghosts last time, but an idea came to her mind in a blink of an eye. She cleared her throat and continued: "Since you two like to stand during class, how about this class?" Just stand and listen."

Hu Yunhao: ...Word grass?

Ning Cen: ...Never mind! !

Half a minute later, Hu Yunhao and Ning Cen stood at the back of the classroom, holding a book and a pen in each hand, and then they looked at each other with extreme resentment, immediately rolled their eyes together, and twisted their mouths. beginning.

Hu Yunhao and Ning Cen thought to themselves: Why did they just stand with this idiot!

And Zhike sitting in the classroom...

He put the trampled pencil head into the pencil case, then took out a new pencil from it, and listened to the class carefully.

Five minutes later, Zhi Ke turned his head and glanced at his new tablemate with a cautious look in his eyes.But as soon as he saw the other party's cold side face and "don't disturb the idlers" aura all over his body, he suppressed what he originally wanted to say.

Sun Shi, standing on the ladder outside the classroom: "Has this scene been filmed? Is it a film? Can it be used?!"

While secretly scolding Sun Shi for being a beast in his clothes, the camera nodded respectfully.

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There are two hours for lunch, so don't worry.Zhi Ke took the timetable given by the head teacher to do the math, and then took out the chemistry textbook to continue reading.

The chemistry class that just ended was an experimental class. In fact, there are many parts that he didn't understand well...

Even if I read the appearance of the retort in the book early in the morning, I know what the light from the magnesium strip looks like when it burns, and I remember that the color of copper sulfate is blue.

But when the experiment really came, he felt dazzled, a little overwhelmed and unable to keep up.

There are all kinds of experimental equipment with different shapes, and even the measuring cups have 12 different specifications.

It turned out that when I really got in touch with the experiment, I realized that there are so many things to pay attention to. For example, the tray of the balance should not be in direct contact with the volatile agent.

He could only carefully recall the reaction process of copper sulfate bit by bit, and then write down these bits and pieces in the textbook. If he couldn’t write in some places, he tried to write the words as small as possible, and wrote them down in the gap between the printed text of the textbook. .

Probably when it was a little bit faster, Zhi Ke finished taking notes in the experiment, and then touched his stomach, feeling a little hungry.

He walked outside the classroom with the meal card that Tang Wanrong had just given him today, but when he reached the door, he bumped into someone outside and almost bumped into him.

Although he didn't hit him, the man was still really shocked.

He shivered involuntarily, looked at his new tablemate in front of him, thought for a while, and finally greeted him: "Did you finish eating so soon?"

An Liang glanced at him casually, but didn't speak, but raised his arm and stretched it out in front of Zhi Ke.

He opened his mouth in those clear eyes that were slightly surprised, and accompanied by the green willows and flowers blooming from the bright window behind him, the bustling and deserted collided fiercely.

"Here, your 100 pencils."

The boy in front of him blinked blankly, then took a step back unconsciously, and then he waved his hands as if he realized it, "No, no, no, they've already talked too modestly to me...these are unnecessary."

After that class was over, Hu Yunhao went out to the toilet, and for some reason he washed his soul, and when he came back, he looked like a prodigal son, and apologized seriously to Zhi Ke.

But Ning Cen, who really made Zhi Ke feel uncomfortable, remained silent all this time.

Anliang ignored his refusal, just glanced at the boy's flushed face, and then stepped forward to grab the boy's swinging hand.

Sure enough, as soon as he grabbed it, the boy froze on the spot and didn't dare to wave his hand anymore, continuing to do that stupid move.

An Liang raised the things he had carried all the way, pushed them into Zhi Ke's arms, and then put the arm he was holding on the bottom of the bag, letting the other party hold the hundred pencils firmly.

"He owes you this." After An Liang finished speaking, she turned and left without staying any longer.

Standing in place, Zhike looked at the sudden "windfall" and stood there for a while, not knowing what to do.

In the end, amidst the protest of his stomach "gurgling", he decided to ignore these things, and eating was more important.Because if there is any further delay, there will be no food in the cafeteria.

And Anliang, who walked to the corner of the stairs, twisted his fingers unconsciously, reminiscing about the feeling of the skin contact just now, his eyes were slightly distracted.