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

Song Huai, Meng Xi and a group of people went to Tang De's office vigorously. The classroom was at least two-thirds empty, and the rest were basically girls, which was particularly spectacular.

The English teacher was stunned when he walked in with the book, thinking that he had made a mistake, and went back to check the class number.

That's right, it's Class Four.

The English teacher was stunned, and looked at the class schedule for the day on the blackboard. That's right, this time is English class?

"What's the situation in your class?" She had to ask her class representative, "Where did everyone go? A collective strike?"

The class representative girl is a loyal supporter of Hail CP. She witnessed the vigorous scene just now, and her ears are still red.

She held back her excitement and told the English teacher about the whole matter. Considering that the teacher and the head teacher had a good relationship, she deliberately described Xueshen as a poor little boy who was provoked by Chen Peacock, and she couldn't bear it before she went up and made a move.

She was obviously eccentric, and the two friends of Chen Jin below immediately rolled their eyes when they heard this.

The English teacher didn't see the truth, and was shocked after hearing it.

Song Huai is a well-known good student in the grade group. He doesn't cause trouble and is not arrogant. Apart from being a bit cold-tempered, he is actually a pretty calm kid.

Why is this still taking the lead in beating people?Let's fight, let's fight, adolescent boys are quick-tempered, but they can take the whole class of boys to fight against others...

It seems that it is not incomprehensible.

"I used to think that Song Huai was good, but he was not easy to get close to." The English teacher was surprised, and sighed, "Now it seems that he still has leadership skills, but he didn't have a sense of collective honor before, and he was too lazy to move. See Come on, I have to have a good chat with Old Tang, we can’t let the students immerse themselves in their studies, and we need to practice more human relations and management skills.”

The two who were about to speak for Chen Jin: "..."

The English teacher still prefers Song Huai, and since this large group of people are not here, it is not interesting for her to teach alone, so she simply called Tang De and pretended to be ignorant: "Teacher Tang, what's going on? ? Why aren’t the students in Class [-] here? When I came in, I saw a few people sitting in the seats, how can I go to class?”

At this time, what she didn't know was that because of Song Huai's two harsh words, Tang De and the director could be said to be riding a tiger.

It would be embarrassing not to punish him, but if he were punished, Song Huai didn't know how much trouble he would cause.

Not to mention that the school plans to expand this year, and funds are scarce. Now is the critical moment.

The two of them were in embarrassment here, but a phone call broke the silence.

"Hello, Teacher Chen?" Tang De's eyes were hot when he answered the phone, "It's okay, it's okay, the students had a little conflict just now, we are mediating in the office. Yes, yes, it's almost the same now, I'm really sorry, I didn't expect Delayed English class, I will let them go back."

In a few words, he labeled the matter as a 'small conflict' and 'mediation'. Zhao Qianqian couldn't help pursing her lips after hearing this.

After hanging up the phone, Tang De waved his hand and did a round of Tai Chi, "I'll talk about this later, you go back to class first, and you can't delay your studies."

"But……"

Meng Xi subconsciously looked at Song Huai, and seeing that he had no objection, he tactfully took the words back, "Then teacher, director, let's go first."

Song Huai: "Yes."

School tyrants and academic gods are leaving, and it doesn't make sense for those boys to stay.Besides, the art of war still says don't chase after poor bandits. Anyway, the future will be long, and I will settle the score with Chen Jin slowly later.

Everyone yelled and evacuated the office one after another.

Chen Jin came domineeringly, originally wanting to give these idiots a bad blow.I didn't expect the matter to come to this point, and it ended hastily like this, and I don't know when I can give a follow-up.

He dawdled behind the crowd, not really wanting to leave. At this moment, the director suddenly said, "Student Chen, wait a minute."

Chen Jin thought there was a turning point, so he stopped happily.

Zhu Jun ignored him, and instead said to Zhao Qianqian: "Mr. Zhao, you also have class in the evening, so I won't bother you. Go back and file."

The meaning of chasing customers is vivid.

When Zhao Qianqian heard this, even though she felt resigned, she knew that it was time to call it a day.

If we continue to pursue it, it will no longer be a simple problem of students fighting.One is the hidden investor of the school, and the other is the gleaming gold-lettered signboard two years later, the stable city science champion.

If it really falls to the point of dropping out and transferring to another school, the principal will probably receive a lawyer's letter from Song Huai's mother the next day...

She touched her lips lightly twice, and finally had nothing to say, so she had to back out.

As soon as she left, the atmosphere in the office finally came alive.

At this time, apart from Tang De, there was no one else in the office.

"Chen Jin, classmate Chen, right?" Zhu Jun put away his kind tone, pointed his finger on the table, and said seriously, "I ask you, did you really say those things to Song Huai?"

"I, this, I said it, but he can't do it either."

Chen Jinxin said that they still scolded me, "And I don't know who he is. On the first day I went back to school to report, I couldn't find a seat to sit down. They even used violence against me..."

The director was impatient and interrupted him directly: "Then do you want an explanation?"

Chen Jin hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Tang De coughed, took off the lid of the thermos cup, and took a sip of water.

"Okay, that's what you said." The director said in a deep voice, "You made provocative words first, and Song Huai beat people after. This is a fact. As teachers, it is our responsibility to teach and educate people, but we must also be fair and just. Since In this way, whether you want him to do a self-criticism, record a demerit or drop out of school, we will make two copies and share it equally between the two of you."

"If he wants to drop out, then you should drop out too. It's only fair. Either both parties drop out, or both parties give in. Let's let it go."

The director watched Chen Jin's face turn pale little by little, and sighed helplessly, "It was just a small dispute, why bother...Chen Jin, you choose."

Chen Jin's lips trembled, and he was speechless for a while.

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As soon as Song Huai and Meng Xi walked out of the office, the group of boys behind them cheered immediately: "Oh!!!"

Seeing how excited they were, they almost wished they could lift Song Huai up for a throw.

Song Huai frowned, "Noisy."

He was still a good brother wearing a pair of pants inside the door, but when he came out, he changed his face.The smiles on everyone's faces have not been retracted, and they are a little embarrassed when they hear the words.

"Okay, don't be too happy too early." Meng Xi coughed twice, smoothing things over for him, "Song Huai is fine because he is awesome, how about you? Do you have higher grades than him or your family is richer than me? Really? Think this is over?"

Everyone:"……"

Even though that's what I said, but listening to it...it's too much to beat.

"The director has lost face this time, and there must be nowhere to vent his anger."

Meng Xi knew the teacher's psychology clearly, "He didn't dare to touch Song Huai, but he might not dare to touch you. If you have this time, go back and write a self-criticism. This matter can't be closed with a few thousand words."

When he said this, everyone understood what he meant.

This matter must be put to rest. If it gets serious and the two of them really transfer schools, the principal will be the first to let the director and Zhao Qianqian go.

Although they pressed the head of the director and suppressed the matter, no matter what, the school had to earn face back.Song Huai is an iron wall that cannot be messed with, and there is a majestic forest behind Meng Xi, neither of them can move, this anger will naturally come out on the little Xiami below.

"Hey, isn't it just a review?"

The beating Wang Cheng touched his prickly head, smiled naively, and said nonchalantly, "This time we can make the devil suffer a lot and let her restrain her arrogance, which is our victory. Besides, who Haven’t written a review yet? I don’t know how many times I’ve written this stuff.”

Song Huai hummed: "I haven't written it."

Everyone:"……"

Meng Xi laughed awkwardly, and his voice came through his teeth, "You can shut up, no one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak."

Song Huai snorted coldly.

But after this battle, in the minds of the four groups of people, they were like the two mountains of the evil god and the ice god, and they suddenly became amiable.

During the break in English class, the teacher was sitting in front playing with his mobile phone. Meng Xi was about to look it up in the dictionary when he suddenly found that he had received several notifications on his mobile phone.

It turned out to be friend requests from boys.

There were also a few messages about them inviting Meng Xi to join the group. Meng Xi saw that the group name turned out to be the fourth class and a nest of grass, and the spring breeze blew again.

At first glance, it looks like a private group.

He smiled and nodded in agreement.

After entering the group, the group news rushed up, all kinds of bubbles and fonts dazzled the eyes.

Wang Cheng's portrait was followed by a Dragon King logo. After seeing him, he greeted him, and continued to tell the heroic deeds of Xueshen in the office in the group.

The girls didn't follow into the office, but after hearing Wang Cheng's report, the image of Xueshen suddenly became more plump. Resisting the urge to crow, I feel that building No. 4 of Hail Cp is all right again!

A group of people frantically swiped the 99+ news, only to find that one of the protagonists hadn't come in yet.

The sports committee took the initiative to circle Meng Xi in the group, "Brother Meng, why hasn't the Xueshen come in yet? Call him quickly, the monthly exam is about to come, let's take a breath of the Xueshen, so as not to fail. "

The bottom row was +1, and dozens of them were swiped in an instant, which looked very spectacular.

Meng Xi took a look, and sure enough there was no Song Huai's name among the group members.

He raised his head and shouted, "Song Huai, look at the phone, Wang Cheng and the others—"

In the middle of speaking, the words suddenly stopped.

Song Huai propped his chin, and covered half of his face with his arms.He was holding a book in his hand, the unfinished "1984".

Meng Xi thought he didn't hear his voice, and was about to poke his head over, when he moved his eyes down, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the slightly trembling fingertips lying on the page.

The weather isn't that cold yet, and Song Huai doesn't have Parkinson's disease either.Meng Xi suddenly thought of something, his expression changed immediately, and he stretched out his hand, "Song Huai—"

"I'm fine." Song Huai whispered hoarsely, "You go back."

Only now did Meng Xi see a thin layer of sweat on his neck, and said in astonishment, "You obviously..."

"I'll let you sit back."

Song Huai frowned, and this time his voice was weaker, with a little irritability, "What should I do? Go do your homework."

The classroom was already crowded, and as soon as Meng Xi leaned over, the heat wave breath on his body directly penetrated his clothes, pressing over him like waves of the sea.

The air is hot and so is the skin.

The closed environment is more like a cage at this time.

Song Huai held down his fingertips and took a deep breath.

Ever since he was jammed in the supermarket in the rain, his symptoms have become much more serious, and he didn't go to the clinic for a follow-up examination because of this.

Desensitization therapy sounds easy, but it is too difficult to do.

This disease is like a drug. If you don't touch it, you will feel uncomfortable for a while, but if you touch it, you will be addicted for a lifetime and quit for a lifetime.

He just doesn't have that patience.

"you……"

He didn't let people approach him, so Meng Xi had no choice but to send him a message, and the phone buzzed several times in a series.

"Are you ok?"

"Where are you uncomfortable?"

"You look like I have an allergic reaction..."

"Is there any medicine around? Or do you want me to pour you some ice water?"

"Would it be nauseating? Or dizzy?"

"Or I'll pretend to be sick and ask the teacher for a vacation, and then you say to stay with me. Then I'll take you back to the dormitory, let's calm down?"

He was anxious to type very fast, one message after another.

Song Huai endured looking through one by one, feeling more and more bored.

What kind of wind and waves is this, it's just a little stress reaction, it's just...

He put down his phone, took a deep breath, "Meng Xi."

Meng Xi immediately cheered up and looked focused, but he heard Song Huai say word by word: "Move your stool back and stay away from me."

Meng Xi was dumbfounded.

After Song Huai finished speaking, he moved the table to the side and returned to its original position.

Meng Xi sat aside, staring at Song Huai with a look of embarrassment.

Song Huai caught his gaze, paused, and softened his tone, "I... I'll just sleep. You do your own thing, take notes, and I'll copy it later."

After finishing speaking, he avoided Meng Xi's gaze, simply leaned on the table with his arms pillowed on his head, turned to the other side, and began to close his eyes to rest his mind.

The teacher sits in between classes, although the get out of class is over, there are very few people chatting.

The weather is good today, the sun shines through the glass, although it is not spring, it is easy to get sleepy.

After a while of silence, Meng Xi moved the stool back silently.

Song Huai took medicine when he came back. Although it said it had no effect on his illness, it was easy to cause sleepiness.

As long as you fall asleep and get through it, everything will be fine.

He was tall and long-legged, and it wasn't comfortable to sleep on his desk, but gradually the pills took over and replaced conscious will.

Song Huai was drowsy and about to fall asleep when he heard Meng Xi's voice quietly behind him.

"That, Xu Sheng? Your name is Xu Sheng, right?"

Meng Xi bent down and made a low voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone: "Your desk is too far in front, touching Song Huai's back...Well, can I trouble you to move it back?"

Xu Sheng was taken aback, and moved the table a little embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I thought this space was just right."

The boys in Class [-] now have a good impression of Song Huai, so it is natural that they will respond to their needs with such a little distance.

Meng Xi breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him.

"Thank you," Xu Sheng waved his hand, "It's a trivial matter, next time the god of learning will just order it."

Dimly, Song Huai heard Meng Xi smile, his voice was very gentle, "He...he has a thin skin."

Song Huai was silent.

It suddenly occurred to him that there were occasional collisions in No. [-] Middle School before, and the reaction had never been so intense.

Or is it that autumn is here, and his illness is serious again?

The author has something to say: I think spring is coming soon for you.

Accidentally saw a classmate on Weibo, the mobile phone shrank the online class into a small floating window, and then hung up to watch our little hail (laughed on the spot)

Xueshen asked me to pass on a sentence, you should listen carefully in math class, don't skip class, touch your head.

感谢在2020-03-1800:26:23~2020-03-1817:02:26期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Xunxi 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Zhuo Li; 1 bottle of Tutu, youth, and Muli;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!