Do you have a scholarly tyranny?

"You're angry?"

Tan Siming leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his hands together in a defensive posture, and turned his face away from him.Even the back of his head was full of stubbornness, making Xi Hu amused.

Tan Siming put his glasses back on and finally spoke.

"I asked Teacher Wang just now, but he didn't know about it beforehand. He was very angry, saying that the grade group skipped his own students, and immediately took me to question the grade group."

The scene in the conference room is still vivid: the grade group kept saying "there is only one quota", "Tian Tian is more capable and has better overall grades", "Tan Siming has no merits for awards".

Although it was true to consider the facts, Wang Qingping had a big fight with the grade group.

Tan Siming's tone was dull, the chatterbox opened, and he didn't bother to close it, one sentence after another.

"Teacher Wang told them unceremoniously that BGI's official website said that only one recording is required and that the school recommends it. There is no rule that the school can only recommend one, and it is completely possible to try both. If you really can only recommend One and two are the first in grade, so they should be notified, and then discuss and find a selection method to determine it—it’s not just a question of who is better and who is worse, it’s a matter of fairness.”

"Yes, Tian Tian has a good relationship with you. I have nothing to do with you. She is really powerful. You will choose her. I guessed it and recognized her. But anyway, we are in the same class, and our elbows are not like that. turned outside."

"The teacher still feels wronged for me, how about you?"

"Stepping on my self-esteem, I said it with such certainty, without hesitation at all, what would you think if you didn't consider me at all?"

Except for the confession, Xi Hu had never heard Tan Siming say so many things at once.

But he was relieved instead.As long as people are willing to explain why they are angry, they can still be coaxed.

"You wronged me, I really didn't think much about it."

He pushed Siming with his hands, and joked, "You are a man, why are you jealous with Tian Tian? You are different from her and cannot be compared."

He didn't realize at all how much he deserved a beating for his behavior of teasing casually and running away after teasing.

"What's the difference? I like you, but she doesn't? Anyway, I'll pass by as soon as you hook your finger. It's not worth thinking about one more thing or saying a word, is it?"

Tan Siming's voice was very soft, like drizzle, scattered in the wind.

But it was cold, the temperature dropped by more than a dozen, and it condensed into snow.

Pushing away Xi Hu's hand——

"Don't be ambiguous with me, I don't like that."

……

Xi Hu was a little surprised.The hand that was thrown away was still in mid-air, but he didn't care.

The beauty that came to my door has been flirting with him for almost half a month, and Tan Siming seems to enjoy it a little bit. He didn't refuse before, but now he doesn't want it, and he said it as if it was true.

"You and Tian Tian..."

Of course it's different if I want to say it: to her, it's a pure friendship; to you... I'm still thinking, what do you want me to say?

However, he has always been used to using his hands without speaking, and it is a special case to perform exceptionally occasionally.I can't hold my fart for a long time.

Like a spider spinning silk, Xi Hu finally uttered a sentence——

"It's not the same thing at all... it's two different things!" without realizing his semantic repetition.

"..."

He also said: "Tian Tian is my friend, you are me...uh..." Xi Hu dug a big hole for himself without paying attention, almost biting his tongue.

What's the relationship between Tan Siming and him?

Is it his friend?People said not to be friends with him;

Is it his object?Isn't this still ambiguous?

Fuck, you must learn Chinese well in the future and learn the art of speaking.

He couldn't continue, scratching his ears and cheeks, embarrassed for a while.

Tan Siming said to him: "Think about it yourself, I'm leaving."

Tan Siming, who never skipped class, was going to gather at the playground, and Xi Hu, who never skipped physical education class, hurriedly followed.

The physical education teacher has taught many liberal arts classes. With great experience, he divided the boys and girls into two groups: gave the girls a basket of volleyballs, handed them out one by one, and practiced freely in groups of two; then asked the boys to run 5000 meters. Run free activities.

Tan Siming starts slowly and is an endurance type. He only exerts strength after half a long-distance run.There were less than ten boys in the class, and they all ran away and disappeared, and they were still slowly behind alone.

Xi Hu ran away without paying attention, and suddenly looked back, his body was turned in the opposite direction, and he ran back backwards.

Adhering to the teaching philosophy of making every girl move in physical education class, the physical education teacher corrected the girl's volleyball serve from a distance, and had no time to control the gender as male, so she just yelled at this side: "Xi Hu! Where's the rebellion? Run well!"

Xi Hu shouted back: "Teacher, don't you know? Running backwards is good for blood circulation!"

He maintained such a strange posture, running beside Tan Siming, chatting with people.

"I know you don't want to talk to me, but can I ask, what are you going to do?"

"Are you talking about quotas?"

"Correct."

Tan Siming was picking up his running speed, and his voice became a little unsteady: "Apply by yourself."

The green field is open, and the side track is dark red. They are running in the second half of the team.Tan Siming was tanned by the sun, and was plated with a layer of silvery white from head to toe.

Like a unicorn in Western mythology, a man is formed, noble and haughty, running towards him.Xi Hu was stunned.

"Huh? So that's all for the school's recommendation?"

"Of course not. Huada asked the school to recommend it. But now we have to prepare the materials first, and then ask the school for an explanation when we have time."

Xi Hu was glanced at again.

"The teacher should also help me find the grade group."

"..."

In the second half of the race, Tan Siming's running speed increased. If he ran in the opposite direction, it would become more and more difficult to keep up.

Xi Hu had no choice but to turn around.

The auditorium on both sides of the track and field was empty.

Xi Hu came here for the first time, and he was still in the third year of junior high school, and there was a lot of people around him.The students were collectively taken to watch Yuanxing High School’s sophomore sports meeting, and the teachers encouraged everyone to actively take the entrance exam - the track and field field in their high school headquarters is the best in the city, and it is covered with plastic tracks, which is more difficult than raining. The playground of the junior high school branch, which can only step on mud marks, is much better.

This is called a playground, and the previous one can be regarded as a "grass field" at best.

A group of people were playing football in the middle of the playground, and a person was resting next to the goal post. He was tall and strong, standing out from the crowd, and he knew it was Li Tianxiao again.

Li Tianxiao saw him and Tan Siming running together, and made a fight gesture to him.

Tan Siming took off his glasses and ran away, but didn't see this scene.

The two finally finished the 5000-meter run. Before they could catch their breath, Xi Hu caught the sound of the wind behind him—a ball was coming from directly behind—he tilted his head and dodged it.

The ball falls nearby.Xi Hu picked up the ball, but didn't kick it back. He remained expressionless, and waited until Tan Siming walked away and rested on his knees, and then suddenly made a backhand and threw the ball vigorously towards the opposite side——

The football flew low across the track, rolled for a while, and wobbled to a stop in the bunker, motionless.

The author has something to say:

Men don't care about everything, and some are more difficult to coax than girls when they think too much and can't figure it out.

Ps: There is a clear perspective in the previous chapter, after reviewing it, let Huzi narrate...