I suspect you are not a good student

When Xie Chuhong went out with Bai Siming, his complexion was normal. Zhou Shiyi felt that he was using his power to seek "private" things when the classmates felt that they were going to ask for hurt.

Only Xie Chuhong himself knew, not at all.

The two left the classroom one after the other without stopping at their feet, passed the stairwell tacitly, and went straight to the other side of the corridor.

Chi Che was holding Xia Wanli's fresh milk straw in his mouth in the back row, and saw at a glance that something was wrong with Zhou Shiyi, and pointedly curled his lips and said, "Maybe Lao Bai just asked Chu Hong to go out and ask about the situation, why are you so nervous. "

Zhou Shiyi couldn't bring that point to the bright side, and was about to respond vaguely, when he was preempted by the murmur from the side who had no milk and was in a bad mood: "I'm afraid Chuhong will fuck him!" Shout out all the good things, if I were him, I would be tight... ah! You hit me again!"

Xia Wanli covered her blushed forehead and was about to pinch Chi Che, her pupils were round and full of anger.

Without moving his mouth from the straw, Chi Che lazily propped his face and said, "You talk about Chuhong every day, so why don't you take what he said to heart? How hurtful."

Xia Wanli: "Why didn't I let it go!"

Chi Che: "After letting him go, he still always says tithing is not good? Is it because he is not handsome enough in Chuhong's coat, or is it not obvious that Chuhong likes him enough?"

"Ah, I'm so pissed off, why do you call him 'tithe'!"

"Yo, sour?"

"I'm so sour, get the hell out!"

"Don't worry, I still love you the most."

After Chi Che finished speaking, he was disgusted by himself and laughed.

As the only person in the class who is closest to this new classmate besides Xie Chuhong, Chi Che became curious after listening to Yi Ming's "Prelude to Tithing" played by the loudspeaker. A reliable friend from No. [-] Middle School asked for confirmation.

About the real reason why Zhou Shiyi changed schools.

Zhou Shiyi was not in the mood to listen to their flirting, and was staring at the ancient prose in his hand, fearing that Bai Siming's grudges would stir up trouble, and a large shadow would suddenly be cast over his head.

Unintentionally disturbing other students' morning reading, the grade director leaned over and got very close to Zhou Shiyi: "Are you still getting used to the class?"

Apart from having less hair, the head teacher of this grade is actually not that old and has a kind face, but Zhou Shiyi also knew that he made a special trip here, and it was definitely not to ask himself this.

Sure enough, the two of them said a few simple words of politeness. After the grade director had finished complimenting the coat on him, he turned to ask the owner of the coat: "Where is Chu Hong, have you gone to the bathroom?"

Zhou Shiyi replied truthfully: "Teacher Bai called him out."

"Why were you called away at this time? I just passed by Teacher Bai's office and there is no one there." The grade director had a sad face, with haste written all over his body, and as soon as he finished speaking, other teachers came to find him.

Zhou Shi only probably heard one ear, as if there was something he needed to see now.

The grade director couldn't help it, so he had to turn back and tell Zhou Shiyi, "Shiyi, help me find them. I'm in a hurry right now. If I find them, I'll send Chuhong to my office."

Zhou Shiyi choked up: "... now?"

"Yes, yes, please help me make a trip, and I will compensate you with a set of my secret math test papers."

Zhou Shiyi: "?"

Math paper?

"I think you're actually pretty good in other subjects, but you're not good at math, so don't be discouraged, it's okay for liberal arts students to be bad at math..."

The teacher next to him: "Director Tang?"

Director Tang quickly waved his hand: "Okay, let's go, let's talk about the tithe, math test paper!"

Zhou Shiyi: "???"

Seeing the shock of "I'm crazy, or this director is crazy" on the faces of their transfer students, the people in the class who listened to the wall immediately burst out laughing.

Chi Che was a bit better, smiling with a clear conscience, but the others were different, after humming a few times, he froze without embarrassment, as if his guilty conscience was not good enough, and he felt that this smile took advantage of Zhou Shiyi.

Forced to stand in the corridor, Zhou Shiyi fell silent.

He just came to this school for the second day, and he was entrusted with the important task of finding someone. Or was he looking for his famous "rival" and "boyfriend"?

Although Zhou Shiyi has just arrived, he still knows where the school is lively and where it is desolate.

Walk along the corridor and pass the stairwell in the middle all the way to the other end. The more you pass, the less serious the morning reading in the classroom on the left is.

Their third-year liberal arts class is on the first floor. When they walk to the top and turn a corner, there are laboratory equipment rooms and music classrooms. They may not see the light once a week, and even the adjacent bathrooms are rarely patronized.

Xie Chuhong pretended a little in front of his classmates, but it really didn't matter to Bai Siming.

That casual look, with his face propped up and his eyes turned away, doesn't look like a student at all, and Bai Siming never talks about him, because he doesn't look like a teacher in private.

"I asked Sister Yao many times what you want so much money for, but she didn't tell me." Bai Siming frowned, "It used to be a sophomore in high school, but now it's a junior in high school."

Xie Chuhong only snorted through his nose, signaling that he was listening.

Conversations like this have been carried out many times before, and after chatting, there are only a few sentences over and over again.

Peaceful, like now, intense, like the day I splashed him.

Probably when Xie Chuhong dropped a few lumps of bird feces on the windows near the corridor, and counted for the third time, the number suddenly became wrong - there was an extra man in his denim jacket in the glass frame, and he was quite handsome.

As soon as Bai Siming caught the fleeting curvature of Xie Chuhong's mouth, he followed his gaze and looked behind him.

nothing nothing.

The man was finally irritated by the young man's inattention, and he looked domineering without glasses: "How long are you going to pretend? Isn't it enough to get the first grade in school every time? Xie Chuhong, if this is the case, I'm really I can't guarantee that I won't talk to your mother."

Hearing the last sentence, Xie Chuhong's face turned cold, and he sat up straight and asked him, "Want to quarrel again?"

Bai Siming: "I just don't understand. You can do better in the exam, why don't you take the exam?"

It's not that he couldn't guess that the last time the conversation collapsed with Xie Chuhong's violent actions, it was because he mentioned that he wanted to find his family members.

But Xie Chuhong didn't back down at all: "How high do you expect me to be, and the first grade is not enough? You want me to resign, and now I resign, so we can't live in peace with each other?"

Bai Siming: "...you have resigned?"

"It's all like that and you still want to leave?" Maybe he was very friendly and repressed with others in school, but Xie Chuhong himself admitted that he was really uncomfortable talking in private, "Thanks to you, I was kicked out."

Thinking of Sister Yao's attitude towards Xie Chuhong, Bai Siming didn't believe it.

"Director, I don't like it a long time ago." Xie Chuhong didn't care much.

He always knew that the supervisor didn't like him, and since sister Yao couldn't bear him to serve the dishes, he didn't like it when he asked him to sing instead, but he didn't bother to argue, anyway, the time was almost up, so if he didn't do it, he wouldn't do it.

In the classroom, the curtains were tightly closed and the light was very dark. The boy's temper came and went quickly. After a few words, he tilted his head and propped himself back to the desk. The gray and white school uniform that represented the third year of high school was incompatible with the one on his face under the frame. Mixed with disdain.

Whenever Bai Siming looked at such an undisguised person, he would unconsciously ignore his age. The mole on his left ear was eye-catching and familiar.

Xie Chuhong looked at him: "Shouldn't you be drunk today?"

How come it seems that I have forgotten my identity.

Bai Siming narrowed his eyes: "...Sorry."

Xie Chuhong sneered: "Didn't it just be drinking, getting closer, didn't even touch my mouth, and even got kicked by me, so why should I apologize?"

Their situation is as simple as that.

It was the first time the two met in a bar. Bai Siming had just broken up with his ex, and it was said that he cried all night, so he couldn't help it, so he went to the bar to get drunk. Like his predecessor, the waiter wanted to kiss, but the waiter kicked him on the ground.

So in fact, Zhou Shiyi has nothing to worry about at all, because the last one who kicked Bai Siming was still alive and kicking and sitting in the same seat with him, and there was no such thing as an unethical teacher-student relationship as he thought, at most he could be regarded as caring for others.

Outside the classroom, people who didn't know that they were framed by Xie Chuhong were still squatting under the window sill scratching their hearts and livers.

Zhou Shiyi pricked up his ears to listen, but he couldn’t hear the corner of the wall. He didn’t know what was going on inside. He only knew that the battle between the two of them didn’t seem like they were talking about something easy. If he went in rashly, he might be torn into pieces. How many petals.

He just didn't see the head teacher's face when he raised his foot towards people last night, otherwise he would have obediently stepped aside and stood at attention—when Bai Siming didn't wear glasses, he looked very annoying.

"Then why do you want Zhou Shiyi to act?" Bai Siming asked.

Xie Chuhong: "Who told you that I acted, didn't you see that he was all clothes in my closet inside and out?"

Bai Siming was silent for a few seconds: "...When did we talk about it?"

"It won't be long, the day I splash you." Xie Chuhong propped his head.

From a certain point of view, Bai Siming is indeed a very good teacher. He has studied for so many years, and he has never seen a more sensitive and responsible teacher than him.

It's just that both of them have bad tempers. Once the necessary face-saving project is lost, it is common for them to be aggressive and conflict with a few wrong words like that day.

This time, Bai Siming was the first to give in. He lowered his voice and frowned and said, "I don't care what you two do, but you really have to think carefully about what I said. The person who compared you in the college entrance examination is not in our school. I know you In fact, I want to do better.”

Xie Chuhong rolled his eyes: "I'm at this level."

Bai Siming stared at him: "As long as you talk about this issue, you will turn your face. If you can give me a reason why you can't pass the exam, I will never talk about you again."

Xie Chuhong didn't continue, but asked: "Do you actually still think that Zhou Shiyi fell in love with me because I framed you? He is outside now."

Bai Siming was taken aback.

Xie Chuhong: "It is a joke to say that he transferred to another school because of a fight. He is afraid of you to death. If he really wanted to do it, he must be forced to do it. I kicked you yesterday. I probably dreamed about it at night, but believe it or not, I am now Call him and he'll come in right away."

Bai Siming's lips moved slightly, and just as he answered a word, the classroom door was swung open from the outside.

Zhou Shiyi stood at the door as if he was dead: "Have we chatted for a long time, Xie Chuhong, come out!"

Xie Chuhong wanted to whistle for him with such words and such momentum.

The moment Zhou Shiyi kicked open the door, he thought he was handsome, but when he caught sight of Bai Siming, the child immediately woke up, and added weakly, "I didn't look for it, it was the grade director..."

how to say.

He felt that he had just been a little arrogant.