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

The fourth class always felt that Song Huaineng's anger over Meng Xi was already included in the yearly list of magical events in the school forum, but they didn't expect that there would be more embarrassing things in the future:

The school bully, who takes the initiative, works hard, and has no temper to help the god of learning and move the desk.

That's right, that little overlord who has always been domineering, who thinks that others talking after class disturbs him to sleep, and who is said to be able to get away with a 1-to-5-Meng Xi.

He even took the initiative to serve the god of learning.

The classroom was in disarray, with everyone hurrying back and forth in the aisles, and there was a lot of chatter.

However, at this moment, those who are holding books in their hands, bending over to wipe the table, and taking out the garbage at the back door, can see the school bully who is wrapped up in airtight, holding a tall stack of brand-new trash cans in both hands. Books, walked to Song Huai's desk, and put them down as if nothing had happened.

Everyone: "..."

Brother, isn’t that lump you’re holding really a bomb?

High school has always been an iron-clad desk for mobile students. Song Huai usually likes to be tidy, and there are not many things, but they are also very tidy. Personal schoolbags, one for each person, one white and one black are thrown on the table. Although they are not of the same series, they look inexplicably well-matched.

... But no matter how good they are, they are just two schoolbags, right?

Did this group of people watch him for too long? ? ?

It's been a long time since I've dealt with so many people. Even if I'm a seasoned social expert, my skill points have all dropped back to their initial values.

Meng Xi braced himself to receive all kinds of gazes from all directions, the hairs on his arms were all blown out, and he felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles.

He took out a novel and put it on the table, with one arm propped up lazily, while the other hand hid in the drawer and quietly sent short breaths.

[Sanshui!Sanshui, come back quickly! ]

[I've finished moving the table, come back soon and hear me! ]

[Classroom embarrassment concentration 150%, I need you to share with me]

He typed line by line at the speed of sprinting 800 meters in three consecutive lines. As soon as he pressed the enter key with his fingers, three small buzzing sounds came from the clean and soft white backpack beside him.

Meng Xi: "..."

This grandson actually went out without a mobile phone.

At this time, most of the people had already moved almost. Tang De looked around, but he didn't see the favorite student, so he asked Meng Xi, "Where is Song Huai?"

Meng Xi is now sitting in the third row, right under the nose of the teacher. He dare not pretend to be ignorant and highly myopic anymore, so he can only tell the truth stiffly, "He went to change the water."

He originally wanted to add "he asked me to help him move the seat" as an explanation, but when he thought about it carefully, he might be beaten to death by Song Huai who rushed over after hearing the news, so he trembled.

Forget it, my life matters.

Tang De snorted, and felt that his decision was really wise and powerful, so he nodded in satisfaction.

The teenagers and girls who were listening below were suddenly numb.

It just so happened that the teacher in the next class came to Tang De and asked him to look at the wiring port of the projector.After Old Tang left, the classroom suddenly exploded——

"Isn't Meng Xi on duty today??"

"Changing water for love, why, do you still have opinions?"

"No, no, no, how dare you. I just want to ask if it's really unnecessary to change the water at this point? And Meng Xi can change it himself, why bother Song Huai?"

"Maybe it was playing truth or dare and lost the bet?"

"Can you use your 5G brain to think about it, is Xue Shenhui willing to play truth or dare? Is he someone who can bet on such things?"

"??? I feel offended."

"Be confident and get rid of the feeling."

Meng Xi: "..."

What's the matter with these people, what about the fart?

Everyone with a loud voice can go to the vegetable market to yell at the little old lady. Why are they still nesting in this three-acre land? Is there anyone in charge? ?

He was very anxious, and the gossip in his ears didn't stop, and the time travel became more and more outrageous:

"Do you feel that these two people have become close since the championship incident???"

"So I'm not the only one who thinks so???"

"You can be more courageous. I overheard the real situation outside the office last time. Song Huai has already started tutoring Meng Xi. Maybe the two of them have been secretly hiding..."

Chen shit! !

If there is such a good thing, can he only take 55 in mathematics? ? ?

Meng Xi was so angry that he was about to justify himself when a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him, "What's dark?"

Everyone was muttering, and turned their heads subconsciously when they heard the sound, and were about to answer, when they looked up, a blue and white school uniform and a neat white shirt came into view.

"You just said, what kind of old warehouse is being kept in the dark?"

Song Huai glanced lightly, and the few people who were chattering just now shut up, and buried their heads in embarrassment as if nothing happened.

Meng Xi coughed twice, and gestured to him, signaling that enough was enough.

However, Song Huai didn't notice his small movements, the whole Class [-] was silent, and everyone's eyes fell on the small center of the circle.He saw the head teacher standing in the corridor chatting with the teacher next door. The two were talking and laughing, as if they hadn't noticed the small movements in the class at all.

Meng Xi couldn't help but followed him to look out. The next second, Song Huai turned his head and landed his fingertips lightly on the table.

"The average score of the math test is 129, which is 3 points higher than that of Class 4.2."

"??"

The person who was gossiping just now was the former math class representative of Class 7, Senior One. He was taken aback when he heard the words, and didn't quite understand what Song Huai meant by these words.

Song Huai took a deep look at him, "Next time, you will make up for the 3 points."

The representative of the first 7 classes was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned livid.

Class representatives, especially teachers and class representatives with excellent class style and style of study, understand what the average score means.

For teachers it means performance, for students it means progress.

This test is generally too difficult. In addition, the summer vacation has just passed, and many people have not performed to the level they should have.Under such circumstances, the average score of class 4 can still exceed that of class 3 by more than 4 points. Song Huai's answer sheet that is close to full marks can be said to be indispensable.

However, compared with the joint monthly exam of the three schools next month, the weight of the test is still far behind.

Song Huai's level is there, and the teacher probably knows that he is the only one who doesn't want to get a high score, and there is no test paper that can't get a high score.

If he really dared to let go of the burden in the monthly exam next month, even if Zhao Qianqian was angry, she couldn't pursue it too much, and she had to serve the old man nicely, so that he could work hard to give class four another face next time.

But the rest of Class [-] is different.

Everyone who noticed this layer: "..."

Zhang Heng, the representative of the previous class, suddenly looked as if he had been constipated for decades, and his face was full of excitement.

Song Huai's face was the same as usual, as if he didn't realize how cruel he said, and sat down on the seat calmly.

Everyone immediately cast condemning eyes on Zhang Heng.

"..."

Just as Zhang Heng opened his mouth, the head teacher came in from the outside and saw him still standing in the aisle, and immediately raised his face, "Zhang Heng, what are you doing standing here? The whole class is quiet, and you are alone outside What, is it because you have nothing to do or do you think you have too little homework? Shall I let you copy the pipa [-] times to feel the joy?"

Zhang Heng's face turned green in an instant, and he sat back in his seat disheveledly with his tail between his legs.

Meng Xi was relieved to see it, and Tang De briefly talked about the situation of the test, first criticizing and then encouraging everyone, talking nonsense.

Sitting in the front row, and across the aisle, Meng Xi couldn't whisper to Song Huai anymore, so he just sent him a text message.

In the end, he forgot that Song Huai's phone hadn't been muted yet.

The phone buzzed, and the whole class was quiet, everyone heard it.

Meng Xi: "..."

Song Huai: "..."

Tang De was forced to interrupt, raised his head, and looked directly at Song Huai.

Song Huai looked at each other calmly, as if nothing had happened.

"..."

Tang De had to cough twice as a signal, and continued to read the draft he had prepared, pretending nothing happened.

Song Huai fumbled in the drawer, turned on the mute first, and then glanced at it, just in time to see a new message from Meng Xi.

[Meng: You are amazing (thumbs up)]

Song Huai lowered his eyes and typed with one hand: See you after class.

Meng Xi guessed that he had probably turned off the mute, and cautiously posted an emoji of a carrot crying, with four black words written on it: Xiaomeng crying.

Followed by another short reply: 嗻.

Tang De's class is a bit boring, especially the class meeting. His own speech is full of saliva, passion and generosity, and the people below are drowsy.

Very realistic.

Meng Xi returned to his status as a single aristocrat. There was no familiar figure around him, and there was an extra empty table. For some reason, he was still a little uncomfortable.

It's like staying in the comfort zone for a long time, and you will be at a loss if you take a step outside.

Xiao Meng suppressed his temper and flipped through a few pages of the book. He peeked at Song Huai from the corner of his eye and didn't listen to Tang De's rants. He seemed to be on some forum, with his slender fingers hidden under the table, gently sliding the dimly lit screen .

Meng Xi's heart moved, and he couldn't help disturbing him.

[Meng: How did you think of that sentence just now?It's amazing, can you copy it for me? ]

Half a second later, this message popped up on Song Huai's notification bar.

While Meng Xi was paying attention to Song Huai's movements, he was paying attention to Tang De at the same time. On the other hand, he had to cover up playing with his mobile phone under the table. He was very busy with three tasks.

After waiting for about 40 seconds, Song Huai finally replied, and the rare thing is that he replied several times in a row:

[When I was in the first year of high school, the head teacher asked me to partner with the literary and art committee for support. After I explicitly refused, she still reported my name. ]

[In that monthly exam, I sat in the exam room, except for my name, student number and class, I didn’t move a single word. ]

[From then on, she never forced me to do anything I didn't want to do. ]

Meng Xi read it immediately: "..."

This one is still a habitual offender.

He was about to reply when he suddenly heard Tang De's faint voice coming from the right mouth:

"The two students below, I know that you have a good relationship, but does flirting depend on the occasion and the limit?"

"Don't think that the teacher can't see what you are doing if you sit down and bury your head. I can see your little movements clearly."

Tang De put down the draft in his hand, his face was full of vicissitudes and pain, "Student Meng, Classmate Song——yes, I'm talking about you, and there's no end to it, hand me your phone! Confiscate it!"

Meng Xi: "..."

Song Huai: "..."