I cried, I pretended

About his new tablemate, Song Mingwang learned a lot of rumors.

There are rumors that he is the illegitimate son of a wealthy family, another that he is the second generation of Genzheng Miaohong, and even more outrageous that he is the prince of a certain way.

But Song Mingwang felt that each of these rumors was more outrageous than the other, and they were all images imagined by the girls in the school.

He didn't like his new tablemate anyway, although he probably didn't like himself either.

Song Mingwang grew up listening to the word "genius".

This result is also the first Waterloo in his genius life.

So he hid secretly and called his mother on his mobile phone.

Her mother bought the mobile phone for him specially, because she was worried that her son would be bullied at school, so she let him take it with her at school.

"Hello." Song Mingwang sniffed a little aggrieved.

When the call was connected, Mother Song was at the airport. When she heard her son's voice, she couldn't help worrying, "Look, what's the matter, don't cry, don't cry, is someone bullying you?"

Song Mingwang pursed his lips, and said in a muffled voice: "There is something I want to say, you should be mentally prepared."

Mother Song thought that something had happened, and raised her heart, "What's wrong?"

"I didn't get a full score in math." Song Mingwang endured the humiliation and said aggrievedly.

"...Oh, I wondered what was going on."

"Aren't you going to say something?" Song Mingwang was dissatisfied with her reaction.

"It's not a perfect score, it's not a perfect score, what's the matter, you just take your grades too seriously, you, don't think about being a poor Christan all day long, make more friends, learn how others speak, I will Satisfied."

"It's Einstein!" Song Mingwang didn't allow anyone to insult his idol.

"Okay, whatever Stan, compared to those, you might as well make more friends and learn how others speak."

When Mother Song mentioned this, she could say that she couldn't finish talking.

Relatives and friends outside praised her when they saw her, saying that no one knew that the daughter of the Song family was lucky, that she gave birth to a son who was like a star of Wenqu, and could never forget any book.

In fact, she didn't realize that her son was different from others at first, and she laughed it off when she heard others praise her child for being smart, thinking it was all superficial flattery. After all, how smart is a three- or four-year-old child.

Until one day she randomly took a fairy tale book and wanted to tell him a bedtime story, but was interrupted halfway through.

Song Mingwang, who was only four years old at the time, said in a childish voice, Mom, that you made a mistake, and then read the following story verbatim. Only then did she truly realize that she had given birth to an extraordinary son.

Went to the hospital for a test, and it turned out that IQ was a lot higher. After being alone with Song Mingwang for most of the day, the doctor's face was ashen when he came out.

Just vaguely tell her that raising a gifted child is not an easy job, let alone your son's extreme, let her be mentally prepared.

At that time, she didn't know what kind of extreme method this was. She didn't know why the doctor's face was so blue until later.

Mostly angry.

As she grew older, Song Mingwang's IQ got higher and higher, and correspondingly, her emotional intelligence got lower and lower, so low that she would rather have a dumb son.

What's more terrible is that because it is a single-parent family, she raised the children alone. Under her captive education like an old hen guarding the cubs, Song Mingwang had been self-taught at home before, and had never studied.

So even though I am 16 years old now, my xinxing is still the same as that of a young child.

"By the way, Mom has come back from a business trip and is at the airport. I haven't asked you how you are doing in the new school?"

Song Mingwang got angry when he mentioned this, "It's not good at all."

"What's wrong?" Mother Song worried again.

"My deskmate is an idiot."

"..."

"And the teacher didn't change my seat!" Song Mingwang emphasized bitterly, "It's too much."

"...Wangwang, tell mom, you didn't tell your deskmate face to face."

After getting a negative answer, Mother Song finally breathed a sigh of relief, but still worried: "Forget it, it's still not good. I hope you don't go to cram school on weekends, and go to practice Taekwondo, Boxing, Sanda and other things."

"Why?" Song Mingwang protested, scratching his neck, "I like to go to cram school to relax."

"Hey, be obedient. It's useless to learn those things. It's better to learn some practical self-defense." Song's mother still didn't say the sentence "because mother is afraid that you will be beaten".

After hanging up the phone, Song Mingwang's mood became even worse. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a movement behind him.

Turning his head, he saw a boy who was sniffing out a cigarette on the wall with his head down. He seemed to be aware of his gaze, and looked at him faintly. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to be lazy when he saw it. He hooked his lips.

Song Mingwang stared at him for a moment, then said a few words, "Who are you?"

As soon as these words came out, the boy paused with his shaking hands, and tilted his head to look at him.

"What do you say?"

Song Mingwang frowned and looked at him carefully again, feeling familiar.

He also has a problem, which is face blindness, which is very serious. Even if he can remember any digital graphics, he seems to be born with a lack of recognition ability for human faces.

At least it will take a long time to remember people's faces.

Finally, he met the man's eyes, and the pair of dark and deep eyes that he saw in the classroom before flashed in his mind.

This is like enlightenment.

"I remember! You are Cheng Wang, right?" His tone was a little smug, because this was the first time he recognized someone he had only met once.

He paused, and finally he did not forget to add the correct answer, "My deskmate."

"You got the answer right, do I need to reward you?" There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of Cheng Fan's mouth.

Song Mingwang had his EQ online once in a while, so he lowered his face and asked, "Are you mocking me?"

After he finished speaking, he belatedly realized that Cheng Wang has been here all the time, which means that he heard him clearly on the phone call just now, including his saying that he is an idiot.

Of course Cheng Wang heard the whole process, just looking for a quiet place to smoke, only to hear someone calling.

As for what he said about himself, he didn't even bother to mention it.

Cheng Huang casually shook the cigarette ash, his gaze moved down inadvertently, and landed on the mobile phone in Song Mingwang's hand.

Sensing where his gaze fell, Song Mingwang reacted quickly, and quickly hid his hands behind his back as if getting an electric shock, with a vigilant expression.

He purposely went to the rooftop to make a phone call, because he was afraid that someone would find him carrying a mobile phone. The school rules of the No. [-] Middle School were very strict, and it was clearly not allowed to carry a mobile phone.

With his temperament, if he appeared on the loudspeaker for the reason of violating regulations and disciplines, he would rather die.

Thinking of this, his face turned blue and white alternately, as if he was struggling with something.

Although Cheng Wang didn't know what he was thinking, he thought it was amused to see his face, so he didn't speak.

After a few seconds, Song Ming Wang Tianren finished the battle, with a determined expression on his face as if a strong man cut his wrist.

"Don't tell the teacher that I bring a mobile phone, and I won't tell the teacher that you smoke."

He originally wanted to report bad behaviors like his that violated rules and disciplines, but he didn't expect that he would become an "accomplice" like him, and they both had their hands in each other's hands.

Although he was forced to violate the school rules, because his mother put the mobile phone in his schoolbag without his consent.

Cheng Huan's expression was hidden in the shadows, Song Mingwang couldn't see it clearly, but he guessed it was because he was afraid, after all, he didn't even dare to speak.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help straightening his back, and couldn't help but raise his chin slightly.

Finally, the person in the shadow moved, and he threw the cigarette on the ground and gently crushed it with his feet, and then walked towards him unhurriedly.

Walking in front of him, Song Mingwang really felt how tall he was, and the tall shadow shrouded him. Even though he was as dull as him, he still felt a little oppressive, so he moved his neck uncomfortably.

Cheng Wan slightly lowered his eyes, looking at Song Mingwang.

If there was a second person present, I am afraid that his legs would have been weak from fright.

But Song Mingwang, who never winks at all, doesn't know how to write the word fear, and even doesn't understand why he is staring at him.

Of course Cheng Wang would not regard such ridiculous words as threats, let alone he was not afraid of such threats at all.

He just thought it was funny, he had never seen such an idiot.

So he didn't bother to talk to him anymore, and walked up the stairs.

At noon, Song Mingwang was almost squeezed to heaven in the cafeteria, his black head surged towards the cooking place.

He was squeezed in the middle, pitifully being pushed back and forth, his face flushed red in anger, and he stomped viciously on the feet of the person who squeezed him.

"It's you?"

The one who was stepped on was a fat boy, not only was he not angry, but he was about to pull him to squeeze in with a look of surprise.

"Let's go! There are many people and strength is great, let's squeeze in together."

Before Song Mingwang could speak, he was dragged and squeezed in.

After he came out, almost half his life was lost.

"Who are you..." He gasped.

The fat boy glared at him, "I'm your classmate! You talked to me before!"

Song Mingwang had an impression, and suddenly realized, "It's you, what's your name."

"Tian Mengmeng." He almost answered through gritted teeth.

Song Ming looked up, then muttered softly, "This name is weird."

Tian Mengmeng squeezed out a few words between his teeth, "My mother has it, I am happy." There are many people who have laughed at this name since they were young, so he is not really that angry. It's like it's just plain weird.

Song Mingwang thought he was being ashamed, so he comforted him in a rare way.

"It's okay, it's okay, my nickname used to be weird too, it was called Jiujiu, and it was also given to me by my mother."

Sure enough, Tian Mengmeng's complexion improved a lot. He thought he was stupid, but his heart was not bad. The most important thing was that Jiujiu seemed really weirder than his name.

After the two sat down, they also chatted.

"Why doesn't your school wait in line for lunch?"

"It's just that the window is special. If you don't look at the treatment of the meal you ordered, for this, a group of people are desperately crowded, even if the principal comes, it won't work."

"…Oh."

"Your name is Song Mingwang, right? You are awesome. I recognize you as my eldest brother. You are the first person I have ever seen who dares to use Brother Lu's desk as a dump."

He was also the first person not to be beaten by Brother Huang. Of course, he didn't say this sentence.

"I don't want to be your big brother." Song Mingwang shook his head, and replied firmly, "My mother only has me as a son."

"..."

Tian Meng took a deep breath and told himself to calm down, "Anyway, for your own good, you don't want to have any more contact with Brother Lu, it's best not to say a word, I really don't want to go to the hospital to see you."

At the end, he patted Song Mingwang's arm earnestly.

"why?"

"Anyway, you just need to remember." Tian Mengmeng prevaricated vaguely, he couldn't possibly tell you that you deserve a beating.

"But I already talked to him just now?"

"where is it?"

"Rooftop."

"What did you say?"

In fact, the two of them didn't say anything, and the conversation did not exceed five sentences, but Song Mingwang felt a little unhappy when he thought of the way Cheng Wang looked at him at the end.

"I said he was stupid."

Tian Mengmeng: "..." Why are you missing arms and legs?

After returning to the classroom, Song Mingwang found that the atmosphere was very strange since he entered, and even his rough nerves were noticed, which shows how explicit the eyes of the class are.

He found a person lying on the table next to his seat. He didn't seem to like the light. He covered his upper body with a school uniform jacket and rested his head on the desk with one hand.

Song Mingwang snorted softly, he already realized who it was.

He walked over to his seat and sat down, preparing to read the physics journals, only to find that the simulated English test paper had been handed out, but unfortunately, the person next to him happened to hold down a corner of his test paper.

He frowned and tried to pull it, but it didn't work.

He could only push the sleeping person, and said dissatisfiedly: "You suppressed my paper, get up and write."

"..."