Forced to be at the same table with the full-level boss

The teacher nodded in satisfaction and motioned him to sit down: "According to this line of thinking, shouldn't you choose C? Why did you all choose D? What charm does D have to deceive you all?"

The boy next to her answered very honestly: "D has native thinking."

"How many times have I said that it is most taboo to interpret the content in Chinese when doing reading. You have to learn to explain English in English and understand the topic with English thinking. If you can't find a way, you can talk to a bilingual student."

This was Yi Yi's first English class since the beginning of school. He didn't have much contact with the English teacher in Class [-], so he raised his head in disbelief.

The eyes of the two people on and off the stage met, and the English teacher repeated it emphatically: "Let's talk."

Yi Yi: "..."

There is a sense of déjà vu of being regarded as a tool person.

In a daze, Yao Yu jumped over with a flash of paleness on his face. Although he was fast, he was still caught by a corner by Yi Yi.

There was a hint of suspicion in his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Yao Yu pulled back the paper and said stiffly, "Don't read it."

"Isn't it just a wrong question?" Yi Yi's tone softened, "How many questions have I corrected for you?"

It’s okay if he doesn’t say anything, but when Yao said something, chat records as thick as an Oxford English-Chinese Dictionary immediately flashed through his mind.

"Shut up." Yao Yu became furious and rewarded him with two words.

The days from October vacation to November are long, and there are many reasons why most people don't take the midterm exam seriously.There is no parent meeting after the exam, and there is no need to get the grade slips for the whole grade ranking like the second year of high school.

During this month, in addition to the thrilling primary selection for the cooperation class at the beginning, the competition classes of various subjects also began to look for candidates. A small midterm exam is really not enough to watch.

In some classes, the teacher was progressing so fast that before the exam, he turned to the textbook and turned back dozens of pages, saying: "The scope of the midterm exam only ends here."

Dozens of people in the audience didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The creatures in Class [-] of Senior High School are living examples.

The teacher taught the senior high school exam while teaching the senior one, and couldn't help talking about one and a half units later. At the end, he announced in the spirit of Ah Q: We can relax a little in the second half of the semester.

After a short period of despair, the students in Class [-] thought to themselves: You can really relax a bit, and it's all your fault if you don't do well in the exam.

Xiong Jiasheng is a little more serious among this group of people, he only has a little worry: aren't the school teachers very lazy, and is there such a possibility for the recent competition papers...

Before he finished speaking, his deskmate was frightened to death by him, and firmly covered his mouth: there is no such possibility.

One week before the exam, the entire first floor of the high school entered the state of pre-examination review. The specific manifestations were: all supplementary classes were suspended, two periods of sports activities were reserved, and the rest of the time was all self-study. The teacher would come to the class from time to time to answer questions.

The old routine is familiar, and the two buildings next door are familiar.

The new freshman in high school feels a little new to this routine.

Before the Fuyang No. [-] middle school entrance examination, a thing called knowledge map was very popular. It originated from a history teacher who loved to draw timelines, and was later used by science teachers for reference. Qing students' ideas, so strongly respected.

Everyone in the second and third grades of high school has N sheets, all of which were drawn during the school suspension week.

This inheritance was carried on the shoulders by Xin Gaoyi without hesitation.

During the golden week, the building is full of people drawing with colored pens.

Yao Yu also has the habit of making knowledge maps, but his pictures are usually drawn in his head. This is the first time he has seen such a grand occasion comparable to an art class.

The pages of the book in his hand turned a few pages randomly, and his eyes rolled up and down following the exaggerated movements of the front table.

Xu Tianrui spread out a row of fine watercolor brushes without caps on his desk, and he was very excited about the painting. In the middle of the painting, he suddenly doubted whether there was enough space on the paper. He turned his head and wanted to refer to other people's masterpieces. That's right.

"Brother Yao," he was stunned, "are you looking at me?"

Liang Jinrao snorted at the side: "Stop pretending to be sentimental, Xueba must have been surprised by your ugly work, what do you see in your painting? Have you copied the chemistry bibliography?"

"Get out, I carefully designed this according to the format of the last chemical tabloid, and you will be amazed when you copy the content," Xu Tianrui said to Liang Jinrao, pushing a huge white paper in his hand. Under Yao Yu's nose, "Brother Yao, you must understand."

"You copy the books if you don't have enough catalogs? Can you give Guo Jia some ink?"

"roll roll roll."

Xu Tianrui is a familiar person with a lot of ideas, and he seems to be able to get along with anyone, but he has been at the same table for two months. I still feel a little bit suspicious, and I will be passionate when I disagree with him, which makes Xu classmate lose his temper.

"Brother Yao, look?" Seeing that Yao Yu didn't respond, Xu Tianrui pushed the paper forward again, trying to seek comfort from Yao Yu.

Liang Jinrao continued to sneer: "Forget it, Xueba will definitely not like your newspaper, and you don't even think about which class you are doing? How did our class win in Chemistry Tabloid?"

As soon as he finished speaking, both Xu Tianrui and Yao Yu were taken aback.

High school life is full of variety, and the chemistry tabloid competition in the first grade is one of them.

As soon as the notice of the competition came out, Xiong Jiasheng was very excited. The other classes didn't know that their class had a great chemistry master, Yi Yi!

Because there is always no great chemistry master coming to the class, Xiong Jiasheng deliberately approached Yao Yu and euphemistically conveyed the idea of ​​hoping him to help, which left Yao Yu speechless for a long time.

The nature of the game involving the whole class changed when Yao Yu went to spread the word.

It felt like he was looking for something for someone on behalf of class seven.

This person is still an exchange student wandering outside.

They didn't say anything when they met for several days. The night before the deadline given by Xiong Jiasheng, Yao Yu had no choice but to go to Yi Yi's dormitory with a notice.

503 is the most familiar room for Yao Yu besides his own dormitory. The door of the room is very close to the windows on the side of the building. Standing in front of the door, he can clearly see the bulletin board in front of the cafeteria downstairs and the The rampant students here.

Because the classes are different, the curriculum intensity of the normal class is much higher than that of the international exchange class. Yao Yu has much more classes than Yi Yi Yi forever, and there is almost no overlap in the get out of class time.

But they can always eat together.

Yao Yu is not a fool, so he knew that Yi Yi was waiting for him on purpose, but after the National Day came back, more and more people in the grade knew them. No matter Yi Yi was downstairs or at the back door of Class [-], someone would always whisper to him, and After I joined, the muttering would become more violent. Yao Yu experienced it a few times, and then he would deliberately hang out in the class for a while, and then meet Yi Yi when the flow of people lessened.

There are countless diners in the school, and after the sophomore class, there are those who span several floors and wait for their former classmates to have dinner together. The partners of the two of them are really insignificant in a school that is blooming everywhere.

Yao Yu also knew that those who talked about them were just making harmless jokes, teasing and ridiculing the mysterious combination of refrigerator masters, and had nothing to do with the talkative ghosts who couldn't figure out the situation.

The ghost is in his own heart.

As soon as Yao Yu's actions came out, Yi Yi also changed immediately.

He no longer appeared at the back door of the much-anticipated No. [-] class, and he began to "encounter" with himself at the entrance of the cafeteria.

In just one week, Xu Tianrui changed from "Brother Yi!" to "Hey, where's Brother Yi?"

Xu Tianrui forgot quickly, but Yao Yu had a new question, how did Yi Yi pinch so accurately every time?

He stood at the door of 503 with his head sideways, measuring the length of the aisle outside the window with his eyes. There was movement in the room after he knocked on the door, but no one came to open the door for a long time.

Just when he couldn't help but want to knock again, the door was finally pulled open.

Yao Yu saw Yi Yi's appearance clearly, and his body froze.

The wet short hair was stuck to the handsome face of the young man, the water was still wet on the hair, and it flowed down the neck into the short-sleeved shirt that had been put on hastily and hadn't been smoothed off. It was extremely bright, and the master frowned when he reflected himself in his eyes.

Yao Yu was stunned: "Are you taking a bath?"

Yi Yi said "hmm", picked up the towel and wiped it on his head twice.

"Then I'll come back later." Yao Yu hurriedly took a few steps back.

"Come in," Yi Yi glanced at him, then at the empty corridor behind him, "The lights will be turned off later."

This person looked like he was halfway through the shower, so Yao Yu was not surprised to see him go into the bathroom again after entering the door, but classmate Yao suddenly remembered after sitting on the stool for a few seconds that the lights would be turned off later, he would not Shall I wash until lights out?

Undecided when things happen, cheating others and cheating himself, it wasn't until this time that student Yao felt how precious the time he wasted wasting in entanglement before he came.

But Yi Yi took an extraordinarily long time washing.

Yao Yu slid from one end of the stool to the other, and played back and forth for a long time. He vaguely felt that the matter of the chemistry tabloid might be dirty, so he got up and walked to the door of the bathroom where there was a sound of water, and knocked on the door tentatively: "You... not good?"

The movement inside stopped abruptly.

"Immediately." Yi Yi's vague voice came.

Yao Yu couldn't say anything more to urge her, so she sat back on the stool.

About 3 minutes later, the bathroom door lock slammed softly, and Yi Yi, who was dressed neatly, walked into Yao Yu's field of vision, and Yao's face beamed with joy.

Maybe before his joy reaches Yi Yi's retina, it will be dark.

No... the dormitory is dark.

Yao Yu: "..."

The standing black shadow reacted faster than the sitting one, and after a short pause, it calmly walked into the house.

"It's really early for you to take a shower." Yao Yu said while someone in the darkness couldn't see his expression clearly.

Yi Yi passed the complainer and turned on the small rechargeable desk lamp on the table, and the hem of his clothes stuck to the tip of Yao Yu's nose. A fresh smell instantly filled Yao Yu's entire nasal cavity, making his hairs stand on end.

Yao Yu reached out and grabbed Yi Yi's clothes, touching the soft moisture in the material. The owner of the clothes leaned over to make the flesh color under the material leak out when the weak light was on. Yao Yu's breathing followed The clarity of vision froze.

Yi Yi stood up straight again.

"There is a party that was delayed at night." He pulled down his clothes, and glanced at the paper Yao Yu put on his desk, "What's wrong with coming here so late?"

Yao Yu was reminded by him, and the business matter floated in his blank mind.

"The squad leader has something for you." Yao picked up the "flyer" he had forgotten, and shook it in front of Yi Yi's eyes. Just as he was about to open his mouth, the five senses that had just been stimulated played their role again.

There was a sound of opening the door.

Yao Yu's heart shattered: Someone might not want him to live.