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

Song Huai's ability to resist stress and self-regulation is very strong. Meng Xi was worried about this and that, but when he woke up from sleep, he was already fine.

Not only did nothing happen, but he also lost his temper because Meng Xi made too many mistakes when doing reading comprehension.

"Tell me why you chose C for this question?" He frowned, and poked Meng Xi's notebook with the cap of a black pen, "part of the reason this happens is al ack of honest... haven't you still drawn this sentence? Why did you choose C again on the topic? Can you tell me where C is reflected?"

Song Huai's spoken English is also very good, and Meng Xi immediately recognized it with an authentic English accent.

Although he doesn't learn English very well, he prefers to watch American dramas, such as The Walking Dead, Game of Thrones, The Big Bang Theory, or Shameless. He likes to watch them all and watches them several times a year.

After watching too many American dramas, he always felt that the British guy spoke too much, as if there was a catch in his tongue, and he had to press it to utter a word.

The American pronunciation is like a familiar good friend. As soon as he speaks, you know what kind of yellow accent and foul language he is going to say. You know that he wants to eat KFC burgers for lunch today. You know that his work is not going well. Next 10 minutes of yelling at an idiot boss.

But the British accent is different, he naturally has a cold texture.

It seems to see today's foggy and rainy London, the gentleman leaning on a cane leaned out of the carriage, took off his top hat, and revealed a cold and detached handsome face.

The fog was getting heavier, but the gentleman's face became clearer and clearer, and gradually overlapped with Song Huai's face with pale skin and black eyes.

"Hey, hello." Song Huai knocked on the table dissatisfied, "Are you listening to me?"

"what!"

Meng Xi hurriedly came back to his senses, quickly wiped the picture in his mind, and then smiled mischievously, "I'm listening."

Song Huai frowned, and was about to reprimand him a few more words, when he suddenly heard him say enviously: "You have a good pronunciation. I've never thought that the English accent is so good. Do I need to practice this? How do you say it so well?" of?"

"?" His topic jumped up suddenly, and Song Huai looked puzzled, "Of course you have to practice. If you don't practice, how can you learn it well. But don't think about it now. You can't even tell the difference between constant and confuse. It's better to lay the foundation first. Bar."

Meng Xi's dream was shattered: "..."

Fine, as expected, British accents are very annoying.

"Why did you mention this all of a sudden?" The upset and aggrieved expression on his face was so obvious that Song Huai couldn't help but find it funny, and explained a few words, "The best language learning teacher is always the environment, throwing you to England Go live for half a year, and come back to be able to speak decently."

His English accent is also followed by his father. At the beginning of his English pronunciation, his father was not so busy at work at that time, and he would hold him in his arms after get off work every day to correct his ignorant pronunciation.

Later, in order to create an excellent learning environment for the children, the whole family began to speak in English.It's just that Zhao Yulan's English is average, and she has just passed the IELTS level, so it is her father who has the greatest and most profound influence on Song Huai.

He remembered that during that time, Song Zhishen was still a good husband and a good father, as long as he got off work a little later, he would bring gifts to his wife and son as compensation.

It didn't take long before Song Zhishen was selected for the Antarctic expedition team, and he went home two or three times a year, but he didn't stay for long, so there was no such gift again.

As soon as he was immersed in the memory, he heard Meng Xi yelling in his ear, "That's impossible! Have you never heard of British water and hair loss? Look at that Jude Law, Dan DeHaan, and that Hiddleston, that's it. That Hiddleston in Hiddieston, the hairline is going to fly to the back of the head, okay? I’m only 17 this year, so it’s okay to go there..."

"........."

Meng Xi's blah blah blah, instantly shattered his good memories into pieces.

Song Huai's temples twitched, he just uttered the word "you" when he suddenly stopped.

He hesitated for a moment before slowly asking: "Usually you would be dying to memorize one more set of words, why were you so quick when you memorized the name just now?"

Meng Xi: "?"

With a dazed look on his face, he stroked his hair, "Huh? Did I recite the name just now?"

Song Huai: "..."

His eyes were deep and thoughtful.

·

The monthly exam arrived in two days.

The regular exams at No. [-] Middle School have always been strict. The invigilation of each monthly exam is based on the scale of the college entrance examination. The three grades are divided into batches, and each subject is uniformly tested to prevent leakage of questions.

Not only that, an examination room also needs to be equipped with two invigilators, monitoring 24 hours a day, and the teaching director also patrols the corridor regularly.Although the overall grades can't be beat, but the difficulty of cheating can be said to be the highest in the city's high schools, it is simply a crime of spending money.

The examination room for the monthly exam is divided according to the final ranking, from high to low, and classes [-] to [-] are filled sequentially.

Meng Xi, as the bottom one in the whole grade, is well-deserved to sit on the throne of Class [-].And because Song Huai had just transferred to another school, he couldn't be hastily assigned to Class [-], so he had to follow the normal procedure to let him sit in Class [-], next to Meng Xi.

When Song Huai walked into Class [-], all the students in the examination room were excited.

Students who are suppressed by their studies are always the group that loves to gossip. Up to the principal went to Washing Foot City on weekends, down to the school's stray cats who laid a litter of black and white cubs on the lid of the trash can. There is nothing they don't know. Only what hasn't happened yet.

This time when Chen Jin returned to school to report, the story of being beaten up by the fourth class as a top class had already been spread by everyone.The director and the teacher turned a blind eye, but it doesn't mean they don't know the truth.

I heard that the Xueshen not only pissed off the female devil, but also lashed out at Xiao Zhuyuan, and even let go of the harsh words about transferring to another school and dropping out, forcing the director to reconcile with Chen Jin's head. No, the rest of the boys in the fourth class each wrote a [-]-word self-criticism and handed it over to Tang De's office, and there was no other punishment.

Not even a report of criticism.

It's not unassuming.

This is going to be so cool, isn't it?

Song Huai and Meng Xi became famous in this battle, and everyone discussed it during class, and everyone talked enthusiastically as if they were there.Talking about it makes me sore, who doesn't want to have a god of learning who is awesome and protects his weaknesses?

The god of domineering learning can help me, I really don't want to work hard anymore! !

Meng Xi was shocked by Xue Shen's popularity. When he came up, there was a beautiful girl who failed the exam and asked Song Huai for his autograph in a shy manner.

Although he isn't smart, he looks suave and suave. There is still money in his family, so if you say he is domineering... the name of school bully is there, isn't that domineering enough? ? ?

Meng Xi looked helplessly at the girl who was blushing and didn't know what she said to Song Huai. The beautiful sister was right in front of him, but Song Huai, an idiot, actually declined it. When the girl asked again, he reluctantly stayed there. A few words were left on the postcard.

The girl left happily.

Meng Xi was so sour that he poked Song Huai's back with a pen, "Hey, what did she ask you to sign just now? Your name? You are so beautiful, why don't you sign?"

Song Huai: "I don't call you hello—"

Meng Xi answered politely: "I'm not called Hey, I'm Chu Xxun. If you ask me to play this kind of boring game again, I will definitely make you a real pig."

Song Huai: "..."

"Hahaha, I'm used to being interrupted." Meng Xi liked to see him being blocked by himself, and urged him, "Quickly confess, did you write your QQ number? Or your mobile phone number?"

"If she really wanted this, I wouldn't be so polite."

Speaking of this, Song Huai's face actually showed a trace of confusion, "She told me that she is practicing calligraphy recently, and she heard that my handwriting is very beautiful, so she wants to ask me to write a few words as an encouragement."

"...This is too ridiculous."

Meng Xi thought about his handwriting that was about to climb out of the grid, and suddenly became sour, "You are not a calligrapher, what does she want your handwriting for, why not take a photo secretly and carry it in your pocket every day as a talisman, to protect you. She's doing fine."

Song Huai was also speechless.

In fact, the original words are even more exaggerated, what is mounted on the ceiling, learning the word of God, the most elegant and unparalleled in the world...

Meng Xi was full of displeasure, and asked again: "Then what did you write to her?"

Song Huai said, "What did you write? Hail is number one in the world."

Meng Xi: "?"

Is this a new Internet term recently?

He was just about to search, when suddenly the bell rang, and two invigilators walked in through the front door.

Zhao Qianqian, who was the leader, had a serious face and was holding a thick test paper bag in her hand. When she walked in the door, she raised her head and met two eyes at the back door.

Meng Xi looked innocent.

Song Huai glanced at her lightly, and simply closed his eyes to rest.

Zhao Qianqian: "..."

Such scenes are so familiar.

Zhao Qianqian had to invigilate two exams in class [-], one in English and one in biology, neither of which was within the scope of her teaching.

After the test papers were handed out, the female devil went down to patrol around the circle with her hands behind her back, looking normal, but when she passed the tables of Meng Xi and Song Huai, she always inadvertently quickened her pace.

Meng Xi quickly closed his mouth tightly, afraid of laughing out loud later.

·

The monthly exam lasted for two and a half days. At noon when the exam was over, Meng Xi walked out of the exam room almost dumbfounded.

In order to save time and avoid crowds when going to the cafeteria, they ordered takeaway in advance.

When the two of them finished taking the food and went back to the dormitory, Meng Xi regretted all the way, "It's over, it's over, the second question of the third calculation problem in physics, I didn't do the circular motion. Damn, seven points, just do it like this The water is floating."

Song Huai opened the door of the dormitory, sat at the desk and opened the box of rice with mushrooms and chicken legs. Meng Xi followed him and sat down like a piao, muttering, "San Shui, San Shui, your physics second choice question What did you choose? Why do I feel like I chose B. That one seems to be quite simple, the answer can't be A, huh, huh, why didn't I check it before handing in the paper..."

After Song Huai finished his takeaway, he took out the "1984" from the bookshelf, read the last few pages, took out the bookmark, and replaced it with "Breath" by Ted Jiang.

Meng Xi was still buzzing in his ears, "Speaking of which, I haven't finished the extra questions in mathematics. The previous questions involved too much calculation. I didn't pay attention to the time. I only did the first small question. It's over, I failed this time..."

"..."

Song Huai slammed the book shut, the veins on his neck twitched, "When will you finish?"

"What?" Meng Xi looked bewildered, "What ended?"

Song Huai said: "Your post-exam grade anxiety disorder."

"What, what after the exam? What, achievement anxiety?" Meng Xi complained, "You created this thing yourself, right? I've never heard of it. And I'm not anxious, I'm just talking to you normally. Why are you so impatient with the answer?"

Song Huai: "..."

"Speaking of which, I also made a mistake in writing a biological reaction formula. I'd better write it silently a few times to consolidate my memory."

Meng Xi pushed the lunch box in frustration, found a piece of paper and a pen, "Oh no, what's the reaction formula? Sanshui, Sanshui? You know the copper hydroxide one..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Huai directly took the red pen from his hand.

Meng Xi: "?"

Song Huai took two deep breaths, inserted the black pen into his pen holder, and tried to maintain a calm tone, "Don't think about physics, and don't think about chemistry."

Meng Xi looked confused: "Ah? Then I..."

"Isn't there going to be a sports meeting next week?" He took the initiative to change the subject. "Last week, the physical education teacher also said that senior high school students are only allowed to enter the field and not to compete. Let us actively sign up and not leave any regrets. I think he is right. Quite right."

Meng Xi: "..."

I think you are under a gu.

"There's nothing wrong with your head, right?" he complained, "Have you forgotten what kind of physique we both have? We're going to the sports meeting, aren't you afraid of getting sick on the playground? You're going to pass out, where can I find someone to carry you to the gym?" To the infirmary?"

Song Huai: "I just have a little stress reaction, not epilepsy."

Meng Xi: "..."

Sorry, overthinking.

"That's not okay." He held his respect stiffly, "Don't go if you have a broken body. What about 1000 meters to 3000 meters, hurdles and long jumps, are people doing it? It's not good if you touch it, I think You should go to the library with me to hide for two days."

Song Huai looked at him in surprise, "I didn't say I would participate."

"?"

Meng Xi immediately raised a black question mark.

"I didn't intend to participate from the beginning."

Song Huai nodded to Meng Xi, "I'm talking about you."

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