Do you have a scholarly tyranny?

There is a 10-minute break after the second class, which is the so-called big break.

Seeing that Tan Siming was writing "Crazy Problems", Xi Hu began to move the table.

There was a sharp "squeak" sound when the table legs scraped against the floor. Several girls in the class turned their heads, saw him, and laughed again.

"Xi Hu, what are you doing! It's so noisy!"

"Change seats."

"Aren't you going to sit with Tan Xueba?"

The girls stretched their necks to ask Tan Siming who was sitting on the seat writing the paper, "Tan Siming, can't you stand him?"

When Tan Siming wrote "Small Problems", he must count the time and ignore others if he doesn't speak. It's like retreating. No one can disturb you if the sky falls.

Xihu knows this.

He made some noise on purpose, and then felt that he was being hypocritical: he himself said not to affect others, look at what he is doing now.

Xi Hu smiled at the girls and answered for them: "Don't talk nonsense, it has nothing to do with him."

"What's the matter?"

"The king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die."

"Eh? Isn't it just a change of seat? If Lao Wang wants to listen to you, he must say you again!"

"whatever."

Xi Hu picked up the table and put it in the last row by the window.The group of girls had turned their heads back to chat.

After putting the chairs away, the big head came over.

"You really want to sit alone..."

Xi Hu shrugged: "Otherwise you come? Didn't you say that if you sit next to me, you will be called by name?"

"..."

The big head choked, "Sorry, I was really scared before."

"It doesn't matter, there is only one person who is not afraid."

Xi Hu is looking at Tan Siming.

The sitting posture was still so straight, the same as what Xi Hu saw the day he was replaced next to Tan Siming.

The big head somehow felt that brother Huzi was a little sad, so he said comfortingly: "By the way, I have some good news for you."

"What good news?"

"The school issued a notice saying that all school activities before the college entrance examination are suspended. The school song competition has to be postponed to mid-June."

"Is this good news?" Xi Hu looked suspiciously at Big Head, "Wouldn't it be difficult for your student union?"

"The king wants the minister to die, but the minister has to die."

The big head borrowed his words, it didn't matter, "Our decision-making is always based on plan B, such a trivial matter is nothing."

He also said: "Mid-June is half a month away from now. You can't sit with Tan Xueba, but you can still make love to me during the rehearsal time. Old Wang can't talk about you."

"...Be careful with your words." Xi Hu made an expression disgusted by "Qingqingwowo".

"Your eyes are glued to him every day, and I can't say that too much."

Datou patted Xi Hu on the shoulder, "Brother Hu, I know you are upset, but don't be bored by yourself, you have to tell him."

"say what?"

"Say you're upset."

"Can you say that? I'll be fine by myself for a while, I'm afraid it will delay his study."

"Then you have to tell him about your fear."

The big head glanced out of the window, looking over, it was the direction of the science building.

"You're in a relationship with someone, it's not your business alone. Only when you make it clear what you think and talk about it, the two of you will have a good result."

Seeing people comforting him, Xi Hu went to remember his first love, so he patted him on the shoulder with his backhand.

"Thanks, buddy."

Thinking about it, he seemed to agree to Tan Siming to "be together" before, and Xi Hu suddenly became less annoying.

He began to worry about how to tell Tan Siming.

In the next class, Xi Hu was lying on the table, writing letters.When he was going to find Tan Siming after class, he was not there, saying that he was called away by Miss Liu.

Xi Hu can only play with letter paper.

The girl in the front seat is preparing colored paper for the next art class, in all colors.

Take it to heart.

At noon, Tan Siming returned to his seat after eating, and habitually glanced at the seat next to him——no one was there.

So he looked at the last row: Xi Hu sat there and just finished changing his socks, and the ones on his feet were the ones he bought.Seeing him look over, she smiled at him and blew a kiss.

Tan Siming just looked at Xi Hu like this, seeing that he was wearing sneakers and leaving the classroom for training.

Tan Siming opened the table.In the math class in the afternoon, there will be papers, and the last question is a bit complicated. He is going to take another look and try other solutions.

Before he started flipping through, he saw a letter placed on top.

The envelope is pink, such an iconic color that hints at what's inside.

Tan Siming has never confiscated love letters since he was a child, and has never been confessed to.

Before Xi Hu asked him why he did this, Tan Siming said that he hadn't thought about it.

On the contrary, Xi Hu found it even more strange, and asked him around, only to find out that in the aesthetics of girls, Tan Siming can only be friends and not boyfriends.

Tian Tian even broke the secret with one word——

"Which girl would think that way when she sees him? You see, I always treat him as my son."

Tan Siming is still very alienated from people he doesn't know well, and ordinary girls don't even dare to make friends with him.

Tan Siming felt fresh when he received the love letter for the first time.

He took the letter out of the table, wanting to see who liked him and what that person would write about liking him.

Xu Yanran at the back table saw it and shouted: "Love letter! Someone wrote a love letter to Tan Xueba!"

The gossip spirit immediately brought the girls together.

Talking all over the place: "Tan Siming, who wrote it for you?"

Tan Siming looked at the front and back of the envelope - there was no signature.

"Then quickly take it apart and see what's written?"

"You guys are too gossip,"

The big head also came over, and while he was texting, he said, "It's none of your business to receive love letters?"

The crowd receded like a tide.

Tan Siming opened the letter.

As soon as I saw the words, I knew it was written by Xi Hu.

That word was flying like a dragon and a phoenix, describing how and how I missed Tan Siming when I was sitting at the end, and how and how I was thinking about things related to Tan Siming.

Said that he liked Tan Siming so much that sometimes he was very clear that he could not disturb Tan Siming's study, and sometimes he just wanted Tan Siming to follow him and not study;

Said that he thought about it, felt tangled and at a loss, he must have lost his mind.

Said he wished he had told him what to do.

In the end, this person pretended to extract a sentence: "The mountains and the seas are separated by the love, and the mountains and the seas can be flat."

This exaggeration is used in a strange way.Tan Siming glanced at the distance between himself and Xi Hu's seat: it wasn't even half a classroom.

Datou saw that Tan Siming had almost read the letter, and was about to ask who wrote the love letter, when he saw Tan Siming holding the letter paper and laughing.

When Tan Siming laughed, his two thin lips were pursed, trying to provoke an arc; his eyes were also smiling, it was the moon falling in a well, and the moon was reflected in the water.

The big head immediately asked: "So happy? Who wrote it for you?"

"Who else could it be."

Tan Siming put away his smile, folded the letter and put it back in the envelope.

It turned out that Xi Hu and Tan Siming were abusing the dog...

The big head took out the text message he sent and took a look, it was for Xi Hu.

It read: [Report to Brother Tiger!Someone took advantage of your absence to write a love letter to your school bully!Xueba even accepted it!what to do! ]

Mom#'s, can you withdraw it?

The author has something to say:

The spring break starts tomorrow, and I have to spend ten days outside... I set it to be updated every other day from tomorrow, so that everyone only needs to watch it every two days, and I can save my manuscripts, isn't it perfect?