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Early on Monday morning, Shaou arrived at the classroom on time after the morning self-study.

The tradition of No. 40 Middle School is that the national flag will be raised every Monday morning at the opening of the big break, so all students are required to wear school uniforms on the first day of each week. As the weather gradually turns cold, the students invariably put on school uniform jackets on the broken-sleeved shirt jackets , so the eyes are a piece of pure black, coupled with more than [-] heads shaking non-stop, the classroom instantly becomes a sea of ​​ink, with one wave after another.

In this situation, the only touch of pure white is particularly eye-catching.

Sha Ou walked to the edge of the seat, and Lu Weiming, who was lying on the desk with his head buried in silence, heard the noise, and slowly raised his head. The two of them looked at each other for a while, but Lu Weiming still didn't hold back, and the corners of his mouth pulled slightly, showing a very uncomfortable look. Natural and unfamiliar arc, "...early, early."

After speaking, she moved the chair forward to make room for him.

Sha Ou nodded, and the moment he walked sideways, he deliberately concealed the fleeting smile on his lips.

Sitting in his seat, Shaou began to prepare for class.In the first math class, he took out the textbook from the desk, prepared the checking paper, and took out two black and red gel pens from the pencil case. When he put the pens next to the textbook, he suddenly turned his head and looked to the side. glance.

Lu Weiming was caught in a hurry, and it was too late to withdraw his prying eyes.

Nervous and embarrassing coexisted, a heart suddenly lifted to the top of the head, but it was wobbly and couldn't fall to its original position, Lu Weiming pretended to be calm, and beat him up: "Look at me?"

His stern and careful thoughts are all written on his face, Shaou sees it through but doesn't reveal it, his eyelashes droop slightly, his thin lips are lightly parted——

Lu Weiming's heart jumped like he forgot to fasten his seat belt on a roller coaster. He said in his heart that if you dare to mention Friday night, I will...

"Aren't you cold?"

Lu Weiming: "..."

The irrelevant words, Lu Weiming's mind turned a corner before he understood what he was asking.

He leaned back on the desk again, stroked his forearms exposed outside the short-sleeved shirt of the school uniform with both hands, and said in a muffled voice: "It's not cold, my brother is born with a lot of positive energy, and he has a fever constitution."

Sha Ou let out a leisurely "Oh" in a shallow tone, unable to hear any emotion, then turned his head away and ignored him again.

Lu Weiming lay on the desk and sighed as if giving up on himself.

Not only is he not cold, he has been sweating non-stop since the morning physical training ended.

The aftermath of the hangover on Friday night was beyond his imagination. After sending Zhou Lingfeng and the others away on Saturday, he took a taxi back to his grandfather's house. After taking a shower and changing clothes, he spent a whole day in the room feeling sick to his stomach. , loss of appetite, and even indirect intestinal spasms.

He had been kept warm by the nanny's hot soup for the past two days, and he was finally revived this morning. Who would have thought that after a morning training session, the cool breeze and hot sweat would blow his fragile and delicate young master's stomach back to its original shape again.

Lu Weiming sneaked a glance at Sha Ou from the corner of his eye, biting and enduring the discomfort in his stomach, thinking that this is called "self-inflicted evil can't live".

The bell rang for the first class. Yang Guang walked into the classroom stepping on the bell. Sleeves, this is Little Sun of the second class."

The students in the class turned their heads one after another, casting surprised glances at the last row.

Little Sun let out a silent "day" in his heart.

"Okay, it's all up to me." Yang Guang put the lesson plan folder on the desk, clapped his hands to attract the attention of the whole class, "I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

There is no need to think about this choice at all, and the whole class replied in unison: "Good news!"

"I knew it." Yang Guang said with a smile: "Okay, first I will give you a sweet date. The good news is that there will be two days on Thursday and Friday. This is a legitimate opportunity to have fun."

"Wow!" One stone caused a thousand waves. I thought that after the start of the new semester, this kind of school-wide cultural and sports activities would have no chance for them in the second year of high school. There was a lot of discussion, and the boys in the back row were so excited that they were about to beat their desks.

"Cough!" Yang Guang reminded in a heavy voice, "You guys digest the good news slowly after class. Wang Chen will register for the competition. Now I'm going to tell you the bad news. You'd better be mentally prepared in advance."

The class fell silent for a moment, Yang Guang smiled deeply, and announced: "The bad news is that you still have one day to prepare today, and two days after tomorrow, that is, Tuesday and Wednesday before the sports meeting, you will usher in the first day of the second year of high school." A monthly exam—how is it, is it unexpected or surprising?"

"I'll go!" In the dead silence, Du Dongming, who was sitting in front of Sha Ou, couldn't help shouting in grief and indignation: "God, this news is not at all the slap that should be ranked behind the candied dates, this is a bowl of □□ ! The kind that kills you on the spot!"

"That's right, the monthly exam before the sports meeting is a life for death. Doesn't the school consider our preparation mood?"

"I can just imagine myself sitting in the examination room, looking at the test questions with my eyes, and the opening song of the sports meeting echoing in my mind. It's so split!"

"Stop talking, I already have pictures..."

"Hey, hey, be quiet!" Yang Guang tapped on the desk with his fingers to appease the group of sophomores, "The first monthly exam is not only about everyone's mastery of knowledge, but more importantly, Mentality, this exam is different from the previous exams. After the second year of high school, our course progress is very fast, so the scope of this monthly exam will be wider and more comprehensive. Therefore, it is more important to be calm and calm. Therefore, please empty your minds of all fantasies about the Games, and do your best to fight this imminent battle!"

"Before class, I have discussed with all of you subject teachers. Today I will give you free review throughout the day. Don't limit the scope to the current textbooks, but connect with the previous knowledge points. If you have any ambiguities, ask quickly. Take the time and don't be ashamed to ask, don't wait until the results come out to shed tears of regret, when the day lily will be cold."

After Yang Guo finished speaking, there was the sound of flipping books in the class, which shows that there are a lot of people in the cramming team.

The students were free to review. Yang Guang walked off the podium and wandered around for a week, taking the opportunity to answer questions on the spot. When he reached the last row, he stopped beside Lu Weiming's seat.

Lu Weiming endured the slight stomach twitching pain and raised his head. Yang Guang said warmly: "The first exam after transferring to another school, the mentality is more important than the grades, so relax and take it as a self-examination to check for deficiencies."

Lu Weiming nodded, his tone was a little weak: "I understand, don't worry, the male god, I have a big heart."

Yang Guang said: "Being big doesn't mean you don't take the exam seriously. I asked your coach Chang privately. It is said that your professional grades are very outstanding. If your grades in cultural subjects are also up to the standard or unexpectedly higher, you should be sure of the college entrance examination." .”

"Unexpectedly higher?" Lu Weiming put down the pen in his hand, sat up a little, straightened his back, and righteously justified himself: "You are wrong, it is not an accident that my performance in culture class improved, it is called Reasonably, it is because I sincerely do it, besides, I still have my own secret book, I..."

When he said this, he suddenly got stuck, and his eyes flew sideways involuntarily.

Yang Guang followed his gaze, and saw Shaou sitting on the seat as if it had a built-in screen function, concentrating on a summary exercise book of English grammar, with a distant and indifferent expression, and turned a deaf ear to the whispers beside him.

"Hey!" Yang Guangqi said: "You can do it as a class representative. They say it's free review, but you still do English exercises in front of me in my class. Isn't it a bit disrespectful to me? You should take the book anyway. Once the mathematics book is covered, it can be used to appease the fragile heart of my middle-aged mathematics gardener, okay?"

Sha Ou paused at the tip of his pen, raised his eyelids, and said in a soft but firm tone: "There is no need to hide it, my score of 150 is the greatest consolation for you."

"..." Yang Guang choked for a moment, and then laughed and scolded: "You boy, it's right for your geography teacher to say that you are talented and free, it's true!"

Sha Ou didn't say yes or no, and accepted all the orders.

Speaking of this, Yang Guang suddenly thought about something, and recalled softly: "At the beginning, I asked you to help new classmates with tutoring for a month, right?"

As soon as this remark came out, Sha Ou and Lu Weiming were stunned at the same time, and then they both raised their heads and looked over.

Yang Guang patted Lu Weiming on the shoulder and said, "So, take the exam well. This first monthly exam is not only a test of your cultural knowledge since you transferred to another school, but also a touchstone for your tutoring results at the same table!"

"..." The smile on Lu Weiming's face faded a little bit, his good attitude, which was clearly as big as a fight, collapsed a little in this sentence, and even the stomachache seemed to be a little more obvious .

After giving instructions, Yang Guang went to another row, and Lu Weiming touched Sha Ou's elbow with some inexplicable awkwardness in his heart.

Sha Ou stopped writing and turned his head, actually guessing what he wanted to say next.

Lu Weiming asked: "After this exam is over, will your title of "Teacher Xiaosha" be resigned from the first self-study in the first quarter?"

Sha Ou pinched the pulp of his index finger and let out a "hmm".

"Oh." Lu Weiming's heart was a little churned, thinking it was a chain reaction caused by stomach pain, and his voice became a little lower, "I didn't expect it, a month passed quite quickly."

These words were sincere, but after he finished speaking, he realized that there was a trace of nostalgia in it that even he himself could not easily detect. Lu Weiming realized it later, and almost made himself sour by the sudden hypocrisy.

However, it doesn't seem too much to say that time flies at this time.Although Sha Ou bluntly said that he was at odds with him at the beginning, but in the past month, he has done a good job in tutoring him.

Supplementary explanations of knowledge points for self-study in the evening of the first quarter every day, a summary of representative topics in the exercise book, and a handwritten collection of difficult and difficult math formulas for the whole year of senior high school, as well as that sentence that seems unintentional but goes straight Words from the heart.

——"You are the root cause of your own progress."

So calm and breezy, with one sentence, he calmly and unrestrainedly wiped out all the achievements of his guidance, leaving all the fruits to him to taste alone, so sweet that he almost shed tears of a seven-foot man who was moved.

Lu Weiming's heart suddenly softened, and when he spoke again, his tone actually had a hint of trying to persuade him to stay: "If, I mean if, if I fail the exam this time, don't you think about the follow-up intensive cultivation? ?”

Sha Ou thought he had pre-examination syndrome, thought for a while, and decided to maintain the blind self-confidence of the other party. The gel pen twirled between the thin and slender fingers, and he said, "It's not necessary."

Lu Weiming didn't expect him to refuse so simply, he was taken aback, and blurted out: "Why? You have sworn that you will get a perfect score of [-] in the exam, so let's help you with your tablemate!"

Sha Ou said: "As long as you concentrate and think more flexibly during the exam, your grades should not be too low."

This month, how much he has taught Lu Weiming and how much he has absorbed, through the exchange of the self-study class every night, he has a rough idea.

Lu Weiming was very helpful to Sha Ou's disguised encouragement measures. He secretly liked the stinky fart in his heart, but he said righteously: "You have so much confidence in me?"

"Yeah." Sha Ou nodded, turned his face, and deliberately lowered his voice, "After all——"

"Huh? What?" When meeting Sha Ou's usual distant and indifferent eyes, especially when he saw the faint smile flickering across his mouth, Lu Weiming was inexplicably mixed with some anticipation in the tension that appeared for no reason.

Sha Ou paused for two seconds, and the tails of her beautiful eyes flicked slightly, and continued to say——

"After all, how can a tiger father have a dog?"

Lu Weiming: "..."

His uncle, dare to wait here!

One hundred secrets and one sparse!