Prosperous White Lotus Planting Manual

The boy was watching intently, when Zhuo Wen called out and turned around: "Young Master Zhuo, what's the matter?"

"The tall guy over there, do you know Cheng Yan?" Zhuo Wen said in a low voice, "No matter where he sits, when you choose your seat, go and sit next to him."

"Zhuo, Young Master Zhuo, you think highly of me too. I think so, but he is third in grade, and I have to be worthy of it." The boy stammered, "How can I get my turn? You can also choose others to eat the leftovers.”

Zhuo Wen gave a "tsk" sound, "How did you rank in the exam this time?"

"58, Mr. Zhuo, the composition was off topic, and I almost changed classrooms."

Zhuo Wen stared at him for a few seconds in silence, and said calmly, "Go on and watch the scenery."

After speaking, he patted his right arm comfortingly.

At this time, the class teacher has already started to read the list: "Wu Yi, Tang Yuexuan, Cheng Yan..."

Zhuo Wen looked around, there was only a trembling squad leader, Gao Wenshu, who was good enough or tight-lipped enough to use.

But Luo Pan took special care of him after all.Besides, Gao Gaoshu is not tall, even if Luo Pan didn't take care of him, he couldn't bear to let him sit in the last row.

Luo Pan stood by the window in the middle of the classroom by the corridor, and could see clearly.

Cheng Yan was really righteous, and when he was called into the classroom, he not only sat in the last row without hesitation, but also sat in the corner of the corridor.

That position is at the back, and the blackboard is still reflective, which is the worst position.

As for the rules of selecting seats for the first time after Jianbei is divided into classes, usually the bottom two will settle in, which is known as "no man's land".

The homeroom teacher was also a little surprised by Cheng Yan's choice, but he didn't say anything at this time, and continued to read the names: "...Lu Ruihui, Cui Hao, Zhuo Wen!"

When Zhuo Wen was called, there was a commotion in the quiet corridor. Everyone looked left and right, and subconsciously stood against the walls and railings on both sides to make way for them.

Xu Hanchang was also among them. He stood behind the others and watched Zhuo Wen walk into the classroom as if no one else was there.

Xu Hanchang had already forgotten the embarrassment he felt at the barbecue restaurant yesterday, and he just felt pleasantly surprised and strange when he heard Zhuo Wen's name.

Surprisingly, this is considered half an acquaintance, and having one more acquaintance in a new class always makes people feel more at ease.

The strange thing is, I don't know if it's his illusion, but this Zhuo Wen seems to be very rejected in the crowd.

He watched the other party walk into the classroom neither humble nor overbearing, and recalled the scene he saw when he first met him in the men's room, and he still felt a little sympathetic to each other.

His grades are so good and his body is not weak, but he still gets bullied.

Xu Hanchang's eyes were glued to Zhuo Wen's body until he walked in the door.

He stood outside the classroom, leaning against the wall, unable to see what was going on inside.

As the head teacher called out names one by one, there were fewer and fewer people in the corridor outside the door.

"Ahem." Fang Mingde, the homeroom teacher, cleared his throat meaningfully, and looked at the last three people, "Yu Wenfei, Xu Hanchang, Ma Shuo."

Yu Wenfei, who talked a lot just now, entered the classroom and took the seat in the third row from the bottom next to the window.

Xu Hanchang walked in after him, and he subconsciously looked towards the last row.

As expected, Cheng Yan sat at the back, and was still in the corner.

But there are already people around him.

Xu Hanchang blinked in confusion.

Is that the one sitting next to Cheng Yan, Zhuo Wen?

Not only was he confused, but the whole class and the class teacher were also confused.

Why are the third grade and the tenth grade both sitting in no man's land?

Is it comrades who carry forward the style or brothers who treat each other with sincerity?

Students who know their personalities will definitely not believe the former reason.

And it can't be because of the latter that they both look gloomy and sit at the same table in an ambivalent posture.

Some people are already thinking about the copywriting of the most popular post on the school post bar for a long time to come.

But at this time, the three parties involved in the hot post knew nothing about what would happen next.

Xu Hanchang saw that there were only two seats left in the classroom.

One is in front of Zhuo Wen, and the other is in a good position, in the middle of the classroom, next to an ordinary-looking boy.

This kind of seat is very difficult to be left.

According to most people's thinking, these two positions are better than the last row anyway.

The seat in front of Zhuo Wen was empty because no one dared to sit in front of him.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but in the original class, all the students sitting in front of him were girls or short male students.

Now that they choose seats independently, no one is confident enough to feel that their height can be seen by Young Master Zhuo at a glance.

Who would dare to block him from looking at the blackboard?They simply avoided that position.

Xu Hanchang, who had just arrived, didn't know about it.

He also didn't expect that he would have to make such a difficult choice in terms of seating after taking the second-to-last exam.

Fortunately, he was number seven. If he was number 58, he would have no choice anyway.

Obviously, if Xu Hanchang wants to see the blackboard clearly, the middle position is the most suitable.

He was like a mirror in his heart, Chengyan sat in the bottom row only to be at the same table with him.

In the original sixteenth class, he didn't sit at the end, and it didn't delay his sleep, and he didn't need to go to such a bad corner.

Cheng Yan talked about loyalty, but his deskmate was already occupied.

This is an unpredictable force majeure, even if Xu Hanchang chose the middle seat in the classroom, there is nothing wrong with it.

Xu Hanchang was at war with heaven and man in his mind, and it took only three seconds to rationally analyze a thousand reasons for sitting in the middle of the classroom.

Carrying a half-new big black schoolbag, he walked straight past the empty seat in the middle of the classroom.

He walked up to Zhuo Wen and smiled, put the bag on the table in front of him, and sat down.

Zhuo Wen watched him walking all the way, and when he saw that smile, his heart suddenly emptied, and then he was filled with soft emotions.

He didn't sleep well last night, and couldn't help thinking about the short time he met Xu Hanchang.

It begins with oolong, becomes novelty, and finally discord.

I think he is interesting because of his simplicity and honesty, he actually regards Zhuo Wen as a weak person who needs to be protected.

Zhuo Wen is well-known in Jianbei, and Xu Hanchang's misunderstanding of him is particularly interesting.But although Zhuo Wen went along with the situation twice, it was impossible for him to last for a long time.

He thought well last night, since this clumsy framing did not produce serious consequences, and the culprit was punished as he should, after he learned a little lesson, he should slowly forget about the matter itself.

But when I accidentally saw him in class today, emotion seemed to be able to defeat the prepared reason without any effort.

It's like sitting in a closed car with the air conditioner on for a long time, and then suddenly opened all the windows, and found the vast prairie outside.

Xu Hanchang's unique freshness and youthful vigor airborne into his mind like the wind, sweeping his senses.

The aura of intrigue with Cheng Yan just now disappeared, and the sharp expression on his brows and eyes also became gentle without knowing it.

"Brother Xu."

Zhuo Wen murmured softly, amidst the clamor of clearing away books, desks and stools in the classroom like a mud cow, he didn't even hear Cheng Yan who was close at hand.

But Xu Hanchang turned his face to the right as if he had sensed something.There was fine dust in the room, and the light from the window fell on his face, shining on the fine fluff as if it had added a filter to his whole body.

Zhuo Wen's heart beat a little faster, and the coincidence of fate always makes people's hearts surge, and they think they have a tacit understanding, and feel that it is very romantic.

He used to be very disdainful of these things, but now that Xu Hanchang looked back, he firmly believed in them.

Xu Hanchang said: "Cheng Yan, your 2B mechanical pencil got mixed up in my pencil bag, here it is."

Cheng Yan naturally reached out to take it, and threw it into his messy drawer.

Zhuo Wen was holding an English book, and when he saw this, he clenched his left hand and almost smashed the cover.