I cried, I pretended

When Song Mingwang came out of the office, he was holding a math test paper tightly in his hand, with a small face, wishing he could stick the words "I'm not happy" on his face.

The people in the corridor recognized the new transfer student and couldn't help but take another look.

His stature is not very tall among boys, his originally soft black hair is not known to be scratched, but the messy bristles stand up, his skin is very white, the kind of white that shines in the crowd at a glance.

What the hell is going on.

Seeing his expression, this is the first awareness of everyone who knows him.

Song Mingwang had not been transferred to this school for less than a week, but he encountered the biggest Waterloo in his life.

It's a shame that he didn't get perfect marks in mathematics.

He stepped up the stairs angrily, ready to go to the office to find his class teacher.

The head teacher of the new school teaches mathematics, his name is Guo Jin.

It sounds similar to Guo Jing in Condor Heroes, but his appearance does not match the actor at all. He is a very kind-looking middle-aged man with a smile on his face.

After he read the paper, he raised his head and looked at Song Mingwang helplessly: "Let me explain, classmate Wang, you made a mistake in multiple choice questions, no matter what the teacher does, it is impossible for the teacher to correct your mistakes."

Song Mingwang muttered in a low voice and retorted: "What if?"

Guo Jin was delighted, "At such a young age, I'm quite competitive."

Song Mingwang pursed his lips, as if he knew the facts could not be changed, his whole body froze, he sniffed in aggrieved manner, and stopped talking.

Seeing him like this, Guo Jin also found it funny, "There's nothing to be unhappy about. Even if you get two multiple-choice questions wrong, your total score is still No. 1 in our age."

Seeing that the corner of the mouth of the person in front of him curled up, those who obviously disagreed were about to refute, so Guo Jin blocked his words first.

"By the way, how are you getting along with your tablemate?" He said halfway, and then said after considering his tone: "If you feel uncomfortable, you can come to me to change seats at any time."

In fact, Song Mingwang's seat still gave him a bit of a headache at first, because there was only that seat left in the class.

But when Song Mingwang came to the office to report for duty, he saw that he was cute, and he was obsessed with studying, and he didn't hear anything outside the window. He didn't seem to be able to make trouble with others.

In this case, it is quite suitable to be at the same table with the kid in the class, so the seats are arranged like this.

But after hearing about his deeds these days, he began to doubt his decision.

Almost all the teachers in the office knew that there was a new transfer student in Class [-], Grade [-]. They raised their hands in English class, and waited until the English teacher kindly signaled the top student to answer the question.

He said sternly, "Teacher, your saliva sprayed on my face."

Since then he has become famous.

As the saying goes, God is always fair. He gave you a heaven-defying IQ, but he did not forget to close and lock the door of EQ.

Song Mingwang is such an example.

Guo Jin sighed, and now he was a little worried that according to Song Mingwang's outspoken character with zero EQ, and according to Cheng Wang's temper, it would be over if they met.

"What tablemate? Didn't I sit alone?" Song Mingwang looked innocent.

"..."

Guo Jin: "...Isn't there another seat next to you? That's your deskmate."

"But there's no one there, isn't there someone who put things for me?" Song Mingwang blinked his eyes in confusion.

"...Don't tell me that you used that thing to store sundries, right?" Guo Jin felt that his old problem of headache had happened again.

"Is there anything wrong?"

No matter how dull Song Mingwang was, he noticed that Guo Jin was on the verge of getting angry, and quickly said: "But there is really no one there, not even a book, it's clean."

Hearing his anxious emphasis, Guo Jin also sensed that something was wrong, "You mean there is no one around these days?"

"Ok!"

Guo Jin frowned, tsk, why didn't that kid Cheng Juan come to school for so long.

Because of Cheng Huang's uncle, as long as he doesn't make any big troubles in the school, he will turn a blind eye to him, from the school leader to the school teacher.

He also knew that the kid didn't like to come to school, he only came once every three days, so he didn't pay much attention to him, but he didn't expect that he didn't come for almost a week this time.

"Okay, I see. You should clean up his table before he comes back. Don't say I didn't remind you."

"...Understood." Song Mingwang muttered weakly, obviously not yet out of the shadow of the score.

On the other hand, the classroom was much busier than usual.

Several rowdy boys in the class gathered together, and the girls all blushed slightly, their eyes wandering somewhere unconsciously.

"Brother Zhuang is back."

"Where did you go to play? Why don't you bring your brothers to play together."

The boy surrounded by the crowd is tall, with deep eye sockets, cold facial features, a straight nose and thin lips. I don't know if it is a habit when looking at people. His eyelids are always half-drooped, giving people a sense of oppression from being looked down upon .

"Brother Zhuang, do you know that there is a very funny nerd in our class, and in English class, he almost hits Cuihua so aggressively."

"Yeah." Cheng Huang lazily replied, and walked over the crowd to his seat without any interest.

Tang Tan looked at his messy table, hesitated to speak: "..."

The rest of the class also tacitly stopped talking, and a quiet needle drop could be heard for a moment.

Cheng Wang looked at his own desk in front of him, stretched out his hand and pulled it.

Half-drunk banana milk, bear biscuits that have been torn open, and a large pile of messy physics competition books. The cover facing him says "Einstein's [-] secrets"

He picked up the bag of bear biscuits, looked at the crowd and said blankly: "Can someone explain?"

Before the people in the class could answer, they only heard a "bang", and the door was opened from the outside.

A boy walked in, handsome and fair, and he wrinkled his nose, as if he disliked the unpleasant smell in the classroom.

The blue and white school uniform was a bit too loose on him, and his figure was even more slender. Holding the paper in his hand, he didn't notice the eyes of everyone, and sat back in his seat without looking sideways.

After sitting down, he finally noticed many eager eyes on him.

"What are you all looking at me for?" Song Ming sniffed helplessly, feeling that the smell was a bit pungent.

After he finished speaking, he seemed to have thought of something, his face changed, and he quickly hid the hand holding the test paper behind him, biting his lower lip with a face of humiliation.

"Don't ask me how many points I got, I won't tell you."

Tang Tan coughed dryly. He knew that the new transfer student was in a daze, so he quickly winked at him, signaling him to look in Cheng Wang's direction.

Only then did Song Mingwang notice that there was one more person in the class, and the first thing he noticed was his eyes.

It was a pair of very beautiful eyes, but the way they looked at themselves seemed a little cold.

"Did you throw this rubbish?" There was no expression on Cheng Fan's face.

Song Mingwang was unhappy, and retorted: "These are not rubbish, I want more."

He said that he grabbed everything on the table with his hands, the snack bag, the reference book, and the messy draft paper, and then stuffed it into the belly of his table indiscriminately.

"All right."

His movements are very natural, and he doesn't feel that there is anything wrong at all. People around him are trembling for him.

Song Mingwang looked at Cheng Wang, in fact, he probably guessed that the person in front of him should be his deskmate who didn't come to school.

"Okay?" Cheng Wang suddenly smiled, and repeated his words in a low voice, but there was no smile in his eyes.

The people around gasped and subconsciously held their breath.

Cheng Wang looked at the others with a cold tone, "Why don't you introduce me?"

"Brother Zhuang, this is the transfer student, Lao Guo arranged for him to sit with you."

"What's your name? It seems to be called Song... yes... Song Mingwang, I just transferred here a few days ago."

"It's quite courageous." Cheng Wang commented lukewarmly.

People who are familiar with him, such as Tang Tan, shrank their necks subconsciously when they heard this sentence.

Fuck, Brother Zhuang, can you stop being so scary when you speak.

No matter how dull Song Mingwang was, he could still sense the subtle atmosphere at this moment.

The way everyone looked at him, and the boy who suddenly appeared looked at him, was really unfriendly and cold, and it seemed that something was wrong.

Just when everyone in the class thought that this new transfer student was going to suffer today, he suddenly blinked his eyes, and big tears flowed out as soon as he said it.

"..."

Cheng Wang looked at him blankly for a while, and interrupted him impatiently when he saw that he was crying more and more sadly.

"do not Cry."

Song Mingwang acted as if he didn't hear, and cried louder.

Cheng Huang frowned: "Forget it."

As soon as the words fell, Song Mingwang's crying stopped abruptly. He reached out and wiped the teardrops on his face, as if he had only cried for half a minute.

"The research theories in the book did not lie to me. People do have sympathy for the weakness of the same kind."

Cheng Huan: "..."

Song Mingwang saw that there were still wet tears on his eyelashes, but his tone was serious: "By the way, this theory is more effective for people of the same sex."

After he finished speaking, he paused, spread out his hands, and said with a face full of beatings: "Look, your heart has softened."

Cheng Wang looked at him blankly for a while, and after a few seconds, "Fuck" popped out of his mouth.

Song Mingwang rubbed his nose again, and curiously asked what he had kept in his heart just now.

"Are you hurt?"

The topic changed a little quickly, and everyone was taken aback.

Cheng Zhuan said coldly: "Why do you say that?"

Song Mingwang had an expression of "Why are you so stupid", "Of course I smelled it." At the end of the speech, he puffed out his small chest proudly, waiting for someone to praise him.

There was no expression on Cheng Wang's face, but at least he didn't hit anyone right away.

Although Tang Tan wasn't sure what he meant, he was keenly aware that the atmosphere was at least better than before. Just now he was sweating for Song Mingwang, although he was completely ignorant.

Song Mingwang reached out and fiddled with the belly of the table for a while, and took out a band-aid of a cartoon raccoon from somewhere, changed his appearance just now, and said eagerly.

"Have you stopped bleeding yet? I'll wrap it up for you. Can you let me observe the wound surface? Do you know that the color of blood is also particular? Bright red is arterial blood, dark red is venous blood, if it contains If there is more methemoglobin, the color of the blood is purple-black."

"..." Tang Tan felt that his face had gone numb.

On the contrary, Cheng Wang thought for a while, and actually stretched out his hand, "Then look at what kind of blood I'm bleeding."

Song Mingwang watched him roll up his sleeves expectantly, his eyes widened, like a child waiting to unwrap presents on his birthday.

However, the arm under the sleeve was clean and without any wounds.

Before Song Mingwang realized that he was being punished, he felt a heavy weight on his forehead, as if something had been pasted on him.

When he lowered his head again, the Band-Aid that was originally in his hand was gone.

"You'd better keep it for yourself."

Song Mingwang stared blankly at the person in front of him who turned and left, and then a group of boys hugged him immediately.

His eyes were wide open and his mouth was slightly open.A cartoon Band-Aid was pasted under the jet-black forehead, which looked very funny.

The rest of the class watched him whispering, with a little pity on their faces.

Song Mingwang tore off the band-aid on his forehead, turned his head and asked a boy who was watching the fun.

"He is my deskmate."

The boy was white and chubby, very cute, when he heard him ask himself, his face blushed with excitement, and he looked adoring, "Of course, brother Zhuang in our class is a cool boy, no one in the third middle school doesn't know it. "

"What is his average test score?"

"... What are the grades! Even if it counts backwards, it can't affect our Brother Wang, who is awesome!"

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"I'm going to find the teacher to adjust the seat."

"..."

It's not that the top three in age are not eligible to be my tablemate!