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

The Sports Committee withdrew its hand, turned and left in embarrassment.

Hate is really annoying, but who dares to stop?

It's like playing a game. He just looks strong, but he doesn't really fight. It's completely different from the gangsters. He only touches Meng Xi's bad luck after eating too much.

Song Huai stood there for a while, then suddenly walked forward.

Meng Xi thought he was going to come over and say something, but he just carried a thin record book, passed by and went straight to the stands in front of him, and returned the things to the teacher.

The physical education teacher was a tall young man with a crew-shaven head and a white sportswear, looking very energetic.

The weather was so hot that he was sitting on a table and chair to enjoy the shade. He took the record book handed over by Song Huai, and suddenly remembered something, "Next month will be October. After you finish your exams, the registration list for the sports meeting will be closed." Let it go. How about it, do you consider applying for two projects?"

Song Huai shook his head and refused, "No need."

"That's it." The physical education teacher was still a little regretful, "Students in the third year of high school are not allowed to sign up for the sports meeting. This is also the last time for you to participate in the sports meeting. I still hope you think about it."

Boys of this age are in puberty and have their own ideas.

The teacher didn't persuade anymore, but looked behind Song Huai with a straight face, "You kid, what are you doing here?"

Song Huai turned around and suddenly found that Meng Xi had walked over at some point.

"I happened to pass by." Compared with other subjects, Meng Xi's attitude towards the physical education teacher was much more relaxed, "Let's join in the fun by the way."

"Join in the excitement of the fart," Teacher Cheng was furious, and knocked on the table with the record book, "Why don't you join in the excitement of the school sports for me by the way!"

"Farewell." Meng Xi gave a rare smile, "I can run the 1000-meter physical test for 5 minutes, so don't let me go to the school sports to embarrass myself."

Hearing this, Song Huai couldn't help but look sideways.

The men's 1000 meters is 4 minutes according to the passing line of the No. 1 middle school. Looking at the thin and tall boys without heart disease, it is rare to be able to run for an extra minute.

So, where did this man get his strength to fight?

As soon as this physical education teacher was mentioned, he became very angry, "You have the nerve to say it! You are the slowest every time!! Two legs are hanging behind you like a grandpa—oh, grandpa runs faster than you You were the only one who had to take the make-up exam last semester, and you had to choose the time to go home on Saturday. Why, do you still think this track can't stand you?"

Song Huai: "..."

"Yes, yes, you are right."

Meng Xi was unexpectedly obedient in front of Teacher Cheng. Not only did he not talk back, he even stood up and obediently trained him for two to three minutes.

"Don't be so playful all day long, you're already a sophomore in high school, take your lectures seriously! With that little score, you'd be ashamed to be called Meng Xi, and Mencius would dig his own grave and commit suicide."

Teacher Cheng was about to finish talking when he suddenly saw Song Huai standing aside as the background board.

"Student Song, I heard that you were transferred from City No. [-] Middle School, and your grades are very good?"

Teacher Cheng coughed twice, and looked back and forth between the two of them, "It's rare for you two to sit at the same table. This is such a rare fate, you must cherish it. In the future, you will have to help each other and work hard together, you know? "

Song Huai choked on the word 'Fate', "Got it."

Teacher Cheng was satisfied when he heard his promise, and waved his hand to announce the end of the meeting.

As soon as they were dismissed, Song Huai went straight to the classroom without looking back.

"Hey, tablemate!"

Meng Xi caught up with him in three steps and two steps. Considering the image of the school bully outside, he lowered his volume and made a joke, "Why are you walking so fast? Hurry back and help each other with me?"

Hearing this, Song Huai couldn't help taking a deep breath, and at the same time stopped walking.

"It's just polite words."

Song Huai turned around and looked directly at him, "I teach others to help. Teaching you is called helping the poor."

"My place is quite barren." Meng Xi smiled nonchalantly, "Then why don't you look at the calendar and pick an auspicious day, so we can go to the countryside as soon as possible?"

"you……"

He was speechless for a while, "Just now on the basketball court, thank you for helping me out. But I can handle this kind of thing, please don't cross the line in the future, I don't like anyone to interfere with my life in any form."

Song Huai's words were very straightforward and merciless.

Meng Xi put his hands in his pockets, and the smile on his mouth gradually faded.

A gust of strong wind blew by, the leaves rustled, and the thin cloud was slowly pushed to a distance of more than ten meters, even the shadow was pushed away, and the backs of the two reflected in the grass were buried deeper and deeper.

"It doesn't matter to me."

Meng Xi shrugged. Since Song Huai wanted to be honest, he would just say it.

"However, you can say these words to me alone, to each of your future deskmates, to your entire class... over and over again, from high school to university, won't you feel bored?"

"You don't seem to know yet." Meng Xi said suddenly, "After the test scores are released next week, we will be rearranged according to the results."

Song Huai raised his head, and suddenly found that the brim of Meng Xi's hat was pressed very deeply.

Looking at it from this angle, he could only see two slightly plump lips, which were very beautiful.Gritting his teeth lightly, the originally pale lips gradually revealed a gorgeous blood color from the shadows on both sides of the lips.

Song Huai looked back and asked, "So?"

"so……"

A clear youthful voice sounded next to his ears, "Stop pulling your face, I'm asking you for peace now."

·

Please dad.

Before Meng Xi finished speaking, he choked on himself.

He originally wanted to talk about the conditions, but he didn't know which nerve was twitched, and he said it as a summation as soon as his mouth bald.

That's all right, make it look like he's showing weakness.

Song Huai's expression moved slightly.

He stood there silent for a while, then raised his eyes to signal Meng Xi to continue.

Meng Xi was suddenly embarrassed, cleared his throat and said, "There are two people in our class now. If we change seats next time, I will definitely not be able to sit alone. And I think what Old Tang meant was to separate the two of us." -"

Wait, it seems a bit weird to unpack the word.

He paused for a moment, then pulled away as if nothing had happened: "Our current rhythm and lifestyle seem to be quite in tune, do you want to think about it..."

He went so far, without explaining everything.

After all, for two people who hate contact, the advantages of cooperation must outweigh the disadvantages, it all depends on whether the uncle is happy or not.

Song Huai nodded: "Understood."

"what?"

Meng Xi was stunned for a moment.

I know, but what does he know?Do you know, consider or agree?

He was about to ask, when he suddenly heard the person in front of him say, "I'll take care of this matter."

"However," Song Huai's gaze flicked across his face, and he said in a nonchalant manner, "This is not an example."

"?"

Before Meng Xi could react, Song Huai had already turned and left.

"If you don't do it as an example...what if you don't do it as an example?"

Meng Xi was dazed for a long time, then suddenly remembered something, and took out a small round mirror from his pocket.

It came with the courier. He kept it on the table and brought it out in his pocket today. He didn't expect it to come in handy now.

Meng Xi opened it and saw that although the swelling on his face in the mirror had subsided, the bruises hadn't completely faded, which looked very bluffing.

……and many more.

Song Huai, you don't think he was selling out just now, do you? ? ?

Damn, where does he have it! !