Please don't touch me at the same table, thank you

Tang Deben was ashamed to see that Zhou Qianqian was so grown up and had trouble with children, so he said the words without thinking.

However, at the moment he finished speaking, those few unintentional words quickly flashed back into his mind, and the seat chart that had been blurry suddenly seemed to have opened up the two channels of Ren and Du. It became very clear.

Tang De came back to his senses, and quickly interrupted what Zhao Qianqian was about to say, "Mr. Zhao, if you have nothing else to do, I have to prepare the list of applicants for the composition competition. The director said that the form will be ready in the afternoon at the latest." To hand it over, you see..."

The director wanted to throw the ball at him, but Tang De didn't do it, so he just kicked him back.

"..."

Zhao Qianqian's complexion suddenly became better.

At this point, she couldn't hold on to Tang De, so she could only leave resentfully.

After Zhao Qianqian left, Tang De closed the document on the computer screen and reopened the seat chart form.

As a class teacher, I have much more responsibilities than ordinary teachers, and naturally I think more than others.

For example, changing the seat, it looks very simple, but it is also very particular.

Some people are naturally talkative, so we can't let them get together, so as not to affect ourselves, but also affect others.If there are two students with average grades and dawdling every day, it is not suitable to sit together, they will easily lose their fighting spirit, and they will start to fish together as soon as they start class.

In addition, the conflicts between the same table and the students who get along more and more cross-country, these are the factors that Tang De has to consider.

Song Huai is a good piece of jade, it doesn't need to be polished too much by others to show its sharpness.But if you don't take care of it carefully, you may hurt others or yourself.

It was almost half a month since Song Huai transferred to another school. Tang De paid special attention to it. During this period, except for group activities, he did not have too much contact with others.

If the teacher asks a question in class, he will answer the correct answer succinctly when he is clicked, but if you want him to stand up on his own initiative, it will be more difficult than reaching the sky.

If it weren't for his excellent grades and good looks, based on his social skills, he might be a transparent person in the class.

Tang De couldn't help but think of Meng Xi. Although they are both uncles, there are differences between the two.

The image of Meng Xi to others is that he has a bad temper, is not easy to provoke, and is not easy to get close to, like a thorn, only thorns but no flowers, rushing over will only cause small wounds.

Song Huai was different, he was more like a piece of ice, a piece of rock ice that deliberately lowered the sense of existence.

Tang De sat on the office chair for a while, then slowly put down the cooling thermos in his hand, and typed a few words on the keyboard.

·

"Mathematics 55, Chinese 69, English 72."

Meng Xi lay on the table and pressed the calculator secretly, muttering, "English is not bad, it seems that my vocabulary is not in vain. The total score is 190, and the three subjects of last semester were 167, so it is not good. Worse……"

Before he finished pressing, Song Huai leisurely interjected, "23 points."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two numbers 23 popped up on Meng Xi's calculator.

"..."

There are some things that you will be very happy if you steal them yourself, but it is not good for others to puncture them.

It was as if the hedgehog had shrunk into a small brown ball and was happily licking its belly when suddenly someone grabbed its calf and spread it out like a pancake to watch curiously.

That would be a shame.

"You heard me." Meng Xi looked embarrassed, "I know it's 23. I just don't want to count, and it's boring..."

Song Huai's eyes were still on the pages of the book he was holding in his hands, and he turned a deaf ear to it, "Although there is a little progress, don't be too proud. Your language has regressed, right?"

He asked the class monitor to have an electronic archive of last semester's final grades, and saw that Meng Xi's grades in all subjects were terrible, and only Chinese and English were barely noticeable.

In some subjects, such as physics, he can even get a low score of more than a dozen...

Also a talent.

Unconvinced, Meng Xi murmured, "I used to hug my feet before the exam, but I can't read Chinese, so I only get points for memorization and composition."

Song Huai put down the book, and glanced at him, "Isn't that why you don't study hard at ordinary times, so it's reasonable to hold Buddha's feet temporarily?"

Meng Xi stopped talking and secretly looked at him out of the corner of his eye.

Song Huai thought to himself, if he really had any color, he would push his nose to his face. He nodded on the desk and motioned Meng Xi to look at the pile of books piled up on the desk.

"Don't relax too early." He reminded, "There will be a monthly exam at the beginning of next month, and there will be a National Day holiday in the middle. Don't forget that the nine subjects of the monthly exam will be taken at the same time, and you will not be so lucky to fish in troubled waters then."

Meng Xi: "???"

Are you the devil?

He quickly checked the calendar. Sure enough, after the National Day holiday, there will be No. [-] Middle School, No. [-] Middle School, No. [-] Middle School and Three City Joint Examinations. By the time the exams are over and the lecture is over, it will probably be November, and it will take a few breaths to usher in another round of city-wide exams. Mid-term college entrance examination.

"........."

Meng Xi took out a physics book in a trance, and flipped through it. There was a large blank space on it, and he couldn't even figure out where the teacher was talking.

This is true of physics, biology, history, and politics seem to be...

Meng Xi rolled his eyes and almost fainted, but thinking about it, if he really fainted, the indifferent and heartless deskmate next door might move the stool a little further...

Gan.

·

The test is over, and on Tuesday, a class meeting will be held as usual to summarize the situation every week and every month, which will be used for supervision and encouragement.

What's more, everyone is looking forward to and fearing to change seats.

When Tang De walked into the classroom, he was very calm.He connected the computer to the projector and opened the seating chart he had made.

He glanced around and said slowly: "At the beginning of school, because I didn't know everyone and didn't understand, the seats were basically arranged according to height. Now that the results of the test are in everyone's hands, the seats should also be arranged. Change it."

Everyone's scalp tightened, and they didn't care about joking. They quickly looked up the form and quickly searched for their names and their companions' names.

Those who were close to their good friends breathed a sigh of relief, those who sat in the first row under the nose of the teacher couldn't help but hammered down the table, and found that those who sat at the same table with the annoying person rolled their eyes, and it didn't matter who they were sitting with The familiar and introverted house.

Meng Xi didn't care, he knew that most of him wanted to stay put, so the only variable was Song Huai.

He glanced up casually, and when he saw the eye-catching name on the form, he suddenly stopped.

At the same time, the students gathered around to look at the seating chart also noticed something was wrong.

At the first glance, everyone hurriedly looked at themselves, and when they relaxed and took a good look at the second glance, they suddenly felt something was wrong.

Why does this look so unpleasant, the middle is empty, something is missing.

Take a closer look, why are there suddenly two grids in the middle?Wait, this seems to be two separate seats?

No. [-] Middle School is a private high school, and the tuition fee is more than double that of the public school.Therefore, the teaching environment and facilities are first-class, not to mention that the classrooms are spacious, and the desks are one for each person, which is easy to adjust.

As we all know, the front row in the middle of the classroom has the best view and is the most suitable for learning, so this place has also become a list of good students in the teacher's mind.

Now, this coveted and scarce piece of fat is actually stuck in the second and third rows, leaving one space on the left and one on the right, which means that the people sitting at these two tables are next to each other. Aisle, and there is no tablemate.

This is not a good student at all, is this corporal punishment in disguise?

Looking closely at the names of the two unlucky guys again, I saw the word 'Song Huai' written on the left and the word 'Meng Xi' written on the right.

It was like a dream.

"........."

Everyone stayed.

Meng Xi was also stunned.

...What kind of god-level operation is this?

In less than three seconds, the whole class exploded in an instant.

"What the hell?! Can it still be like this??"

"The god of learning is so pitiful. The previous deskmate was Meng Xi, but now it's all right, and he lost his deskmate. He and Meng Xi are separated by a narrow aisle, and they became neighbors again."

"For a while, I don't know whether to feel sorry for Xueshen or envy Xueshen..."

"Who is this corporal punishment? I'm so confused."

"Although we don't have the tradition of mixing men and women in Class [-], I really don't mind changing seats with Meng Xi!!"

"Now the position next to Xueshen is really a treasure of geomantic omen."

"I knew the hailstone was real, 55555 can open the second small paper in advance!!"

Meng Xi was dumbfounded.

He couldn't help turning his head to look at Song Huai, and there was a trace of unexpected surprise on his usually calm and plain face.

No, it's fine if he can't think of it, how could Song Huai not think of it?Didn't they make an agreement before?Didn't you say that and that, 'he will figure it out'?

……and many more.

This grandson wouldn't be deliberately donating him and procrastinating, right? ? ?

Grass! !

At this moment, Tang De clapped his hands, "Okay, don't chatter, it's class time, you go out and look around, which class is as noisy as you?"

He didn't explain what was going on with those two positions, and directly issued an ultimatum, "I'll give you 15 minutes, and quickly move all the desks for me. If you can't move well, you can stand in class."

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't eat melon anymore, and hurriedly packed up their books, snacks and garbage, and hurriedly prepared to change seats.

"..."

There was a noisy sound in his ears, and Meng Xi rested his elbows on the table, feeling as if he was sitting in a dream, without any sense of reality.

He turned his head subconsciously, and Song Huai sat on the seat without moving.

The boys in the first two rows were assigned to the throne at the back door. He was holding his stack of books, and when he looked back, he saw the icy Song Huai.

Meng Xi saw it, and wondered why Song Huai didn't pack his things. He glanced at his left hand, and suddenly found that Song Huai had clenched his fist unconsciously.The muscles and tendons on the back of the hand rose slightly, then fell down silently.

It doesn't look angry, but rather anxious.

After a while, Song Huai let go of his hand and was about to tidy up his textbooks when he suddenly saw Meng Xi stood up beside him, raised the collar of his jacket, pulled the zipper to the highest point, and put on a black mask.

Perhaps it was because of being suffocated by the mask, the boy's voice was a bit blurred, but instead revealed a different smell.

"The water dispenser is finished. I was on duty today and accidentally forgot about it."

Meng Xi nodded his desk, then blinked at him, "Xueshen, can I trouble you to go downstairs and change the bucket?"