The tablemate is sick and delicate

The soft wind in spring makes the willow trees and grass on the campus full of vitality. On the red and green plastic track, there are sports students practicing long-distance running. The sound of basketball hitting the ground from the basketball court makes this high school campus look like peaceful.

At this time, Class [-] of Senior High School was as noisy as a vegetable market. A group of boys gathered together to discuss the recent popular video game. They were arguing about their grades. He, but he seems to be used to it.

The first row from the bottom by the window is rare and quiet, out of tune with the surrounding scenery. A boy is sleeping with his arms pillowed on his head. He has a clean short shaved hair. The stubble does not look hard, but fluffy like a small animal. , the black sweater hat reveals a white and tender neck with fine fluff on it.

It was very noisy around, but no one dared to disturb the boy's sleep until the class bell rang.

Xia Dong woke up leisurely from the crook of his arms, as if he was not used to the sudden light, he squinted his peach blossom eyes, turned his head to look at the classmates who were still fighting around, frowned impatiently, then clenched his fists, He pounded the table.

The knuckles on the fist met with the wooden tabletop, and there was a loud bang, and the noise in Class [-] and [-] of the high school stopped immediately, and there was no sound around.

Xia Dong spit out a few words impatiently: "Be quiet."

Only then did the other students realize that class was over, and returned to their seats obediently one by one, waiting for the teacher to arrive.

Xia Dong sighed irritably, as if he was dissatisfied with being disturbed by the class bell in his sleep, he leaned his back against the wall, closed his eyes and meditated.

The little brother in the front row turned around and said to him with interest: "Brother Dong, have you heard that a new classmate has been transferred to our class today."

Xia Dong raised his eyelids, and said: "It's none of my business, just don't bother me, or he will have good fruit to eat."

"What if it's a beautiful girl? Do you want to take her down?" the little brother teased.

"Tsk." Xia Dong frowned, "Don't, women are more troublesome."

At this time, the half-open classroom door was completely pushed open, and the strength was not controlled well, and the sound of the door panel hitting the wall was a bit harsh.

A man who looked like a good old man walked up to the podium with a smile and cleared his throat.

This good old man is their homeroom teacher, Lao Deng. He has an approachable personality and is easy to talk to. Usually, he doesn't ask too much when someone asks for leave. He just turns a blind eye and closes his eyes. The students trusted him more and regarded him as a brother, so the students called him the boss.

"Students, you must have heard that a student is going to be transferred to the class." Old Deng Boss put it off.

"I haven't heard of it..." a boy interjected weakly.

Lao Deng stared, as if he disliked the boy for not giving him face, and was laughed at by the audience.

"Boss, is it the girl who came here?" The big brother in the front row just now said with a wicked smile.

Old Deng shook his head with a smile: "Then I will disappoint you!" The audience sighed.

After finishing speaking, he waved towards the door, still smiling, and said, "Come in."

The students all stretched their necks and looked out.

The inch-cut boy Xia Dong in the corner finally opened his eyes, and looked out lazily.

A tall and thin figure slowly walked to the podium, about 1.8 meters five standing next to the 1.7 meters old Deng, who looked petite, the boy was wearing a clean white shirt without wrinkles, buttons He was buttoned to the top neatly, wearing bulky looking glasses, standing on the podium with his head bowed, his movements were cramped, his ears were red, as if someone had bullied him.

Old Deng patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let me introduce yourself to everyone." There was encouragement in his tone.

Xia Dong noticed that when Lao Deng patted the boy's shoulder, the boy's body visibly trembled.

The boy in the white shirt stood on the podium, hesitated for a long time, and then, as if he had made up his mind, he uttered a few words: "Lu...Lu Sanqi." Qian! Xia! Du Jia

Xia Dong sat by the window and uttered a nasal sound with disdain. Lao Deng gave him a warning look. In fact, he had no other intentions, just laughed at the boy's tweaking and moaning.

He glanced at the white shirt of the boy on the podium and came to a conclusion.

Not only is he a big fool, but he also pretends to be.

At this time, Xia Dong didn't know that the seemingly harmless little deskmate was hiding deeper than he imagined.

Lao Deng pointed to the empty seat next to the boys in the corner, and said, "Sit next to Xia Dong!"

Hearing the sound, the boy grabbed the strap of his schoolbag and walked to the seat. His steps were a little unsteady, as if he was going to turn around in the next second.

The boy named Xia Dong frowned unhappily, and said to Lao Deng: "Hey, I'm talking about the boss, are you seeing me unhappy and throwing trouble on me?"

Lao Deng was still smiling, but in fact he was an old fox, very cunning: "Student, help each other, and I will give you a certificate of being a good tablemate after graduation!" After leaving the classroom, he is not stupid, Xia Dong looks like a hedgehog when he gets angry, where does he stand for him to prick?

Xia Dong closed his eyes angrily, and saw Lu Sanqi who had already walked beside him. Xia Dong was sitting by the window. He put his schoolbag in the drawer on the seat next to him, deliberately embarrassing him. He said lightly, "No time."

Lu Sanqi stood there without moving. After Xia Dong put the schoolbag aside, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest his mind as if no one else was around. He didn't bother to look at him, and deliberately didn't let the new classmate step down the steps.

The people around did not make a rescue either, for two reasons.

First, they wanted to see how the newcomer Lu Sanqi would deal with the embarrassment of their school bully.

Secondly, it was said that they were school bullies, and they didn't dare to touch Xia Dong's mold, for fear that they would die without a whole body.

After a stalemate for a long time, Lu Sanqi, who was stuck on the motionless like a bamboo pole, moved.

Lu Sanqi gritted her teeth, reached out and picked up Xia Dong's schoolbag, then bent down, stuffed the schoolbag back into Xia Dong's drawer, sat directly next to Xia Dong, and tightly blocked the passageway Xia Dong went out. .

The students around gasped, and when they and Lu Sanqi thought that Xia Dong would swing a bench on Lu Sanqi's head in the next second, Xia Dong laughed.

He looked at Lu Sanqi who had stuffed his schoolbag back into his drawer, and when he bent down, his head slightly touched Xia Dong's chest. Xia Dong looked at the fluffy short dark brown hair in front of him and smiled.

Interesting, it looks like his high school life won't be boring anymore.

The math teacher walked into the classroom while apologizing: "Oh, I'm sorry students, I'm late, and now we come to class."

The math teacher advocates fun teaching. In fact, he is jumping up and down on the podium like a monkey to attract the students' attention with his ups and downs. At this time, he is talking about trigonometric functions.

Xia Dong glanced at Lu Sanqi who was sitting next to him. His sitting posture was just like his white shirt. math teacher.

Xia Dong thought this new classmate was a little funny, and he was so serious watching a monkey show.

"Your name is quite special." Xia Dong leaned over to look at the name on Lu Sanqi's book, looking for something to say.

Startled by his sudden approach, Lu Sanqi slammed back, and the bench legs rubbed against the ground fiercely, just like scratching the blackboard with fingernails, making goose bumps all over the floor.

The sound of the bench startled the students who were listening carefully and the monkey on the podium, and they all turned their heads to look at them.

The monkey opened its nostrils, frowned, and pointed at Xia Dong: "Student Dongdong! Are you bullying the newcomer again?!"

Xia Dong cursed in a low voice, but Lu Sanqi heard it clearly.

Xia Dong stood up: "Teacher Hou, I didn't bully my classmates, what do you mean by "you?" And, don't call me Dongdong, you are not my mother."

The classmates in the class burst into laughter. Teacher Hou stared at him and opened his mouth to refute something, but he still didn't say anything. He waved his hand in disgust and asked the thorn in the class to sit down.

Xia Dong shrugged his shoulders, and sat down indifferently. It's not a day or two since he hated the teacher, and this time he was right, if it's not wrong to disturb Lu Sanqi's lecture.

He sat down, put the math book on the table, and put a paper towel on it, in case the drool would affect his image, and he was just about to lay down to sleep when he heard a voice beside him.

"Sanqi, the name of Chinese medicine, my grandfather is a Chinese medicine doctor."