I cried, I pretended

As soon as January ended, Song Mingwang couldn't wait to welcome the beginning of the second semester of high school,

The new semester means that the class leaders will have to be changed. Guo Jin didn't want to adjust at first, but seeing that some class committee members really didn't do well in the final exam last time, he thought it would be good to make a change, just in time to settle down before the third year of high school.

The method of re-electing class cadres was finally decided to be voted by the whole class together. First, the original class cadres came up to give a speech, and then other students who were interested also went up to give speeches, and finally voted.

Song Mingwang sat upright, with his back straight, and the excitement on his face could not be concealed.

Cheng Wan turned to look at him.

As the class monitor, Xu Su was the first to bear the brunt of it. He smiled helplessly on the stage and said softly, "I don't know what to say. Now it depends on whether everyone thinks I am competent as a class monitor."

Seeing that he wanted to step down after finishing speaking, Guo Jin quickly winked at him, motioning him to continue talking.

Xu Su had no choice but to say a few more words. After everyone applauded and got off the stage, Guo Jin looked at the students in the class: "Anyone else wants to come up?"

"I!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a hand raised up vigorously, which was very conspicuous in the dark head.

"Song Mingwang? Alright...you come up." Guo Jin didn't expect him to raise his hand.

Cheng Huang frowned.

Song Mingwang rushed up to the stage excitedly, cleared his throat, looked at the eyes below who were looking at him in unison, and saw that Cheng Wang was also staring at him, so he blinked at him.

Cheng Huan was stunned, he didn't expect Song Mingwang to take the stage, although it was cruel, but he had to say that the possibility of his success was almost zero, and Song Mingwang's character didn't know if he could withstand such a blow.

Sure enough, Song Mingwang's first sentence made people's face darken.

"Although the grades in my class are quite poor, as long as I am the class monitor, I am confident that your grades will reach the passing level. In addition, I can also prevent you from watching those boring movies every week. You search for all kinds of documentaries, whether it is humanities science fiction or biology, I can find them all."

"..."

When Song Mingwang finally finished his nagging and stepped off the stage, the applause was much more enthusiastic than Xu Su's.

Song Mingwang was a little swollen, and whispered to Cheng Wang: "You see, everyone is so enthusiastic about me, I am stable."

Cheng Wang glanced at him, hesitated to speak.

Then some people came to the stage to give speeches one after another. Finally, everyone voted and Guo Jin made the announcement.

The first one is the position of squad leader. Guo Jin opened the note and read the names one by one. Song Mingwang was confident at first, but in the end the more he listened, the more hesitant he became, his whole person was like an eggplant beaten by Shuang.

"Why are they all monitors?" Song Mingwang felt aggrieved.

Cheng Wang also frowned, "Wait a little longer."

When he was about to finish reading, he finally heard his own name from Guo Jin's mouth. Song Mingwang's eyes lit up, but then dimmed again.

"I almost forgot I voted for it myself."

"Song Mingwang." Guo Jin on the stage looked at the note in his hand and read his name again.

Song Mingwang raised his head immediately, his gloomy face suddenly glowed, "Is it me?"

"Ah."

"Anyone vote for me?!"

"…Um."

As a result, there was no doubt that Xu Su won, but the final voting result still gave Song Mingwang a surprise.

"Me? As a math class representative?"

"Yes, you have the most votes."

"But I didn't go up."

"You went up."

"But I'm not..."

Cheng Jue covered his mouth with his hand, nodded calmly and said to Guo Jin, "He means that he will work hard to do well."

Guo Jin smiled. There were only two math class representatives on stage. Obviously, everyone recognized Song Mingwang's performance, so they voted for him over those two people. People still like Song Mingwang very much.

He cleared his throat again, and began to announce a big news on stage. The disciplinary committee member of Class Seven was Song Mingwang, because the teachers in the office agreed that this position was very suitable for him.

Due to the special nature of the position of Disciplinary Committee, Guo Jin decided not to count the votes. Otherwise, he would only select good-tempered students, so this position has always been hand-picked by him.

The original math class representative had a serious decline in grades, and the English class representative Jiang Qingqing was also replaced this time. The new English class representative was Tang Xueqian, another small girl in the class. Other than that, she basically remained the same. Change.

Song Mingwang didn't expect that the people in the class would still remember him. Although he was not selected as the class monitor, but he didn't know whether it was because of compensation or because he was the first in the grade in mathematics, and they all chose him as the class representative tacitly. .

Thinking of this, he raised the corners of his mouth proudly, as expected, everyone liked him.

After being startled, Tang Qin and the others were discussing voting on the balcony at the door of Class [-]'s classroom.

Cheng Wang was also among them, I saw him resting one hand on the balcony carelessly, looking downstairs and wondering what he was looking at.

"Tell me, did you vote for that vote?" Tang Qin questioned Tian Mengmeng.

Tian Mengmeng expressed his grievance: "It's not me, I voted for the squad leader."

"It's not who you are, you have the best relationship with him in our class."

"Who said that, I think there is a better relationship." Tian Mengmeng muttered unconvinced, not daring to look in Cheng Huang's direction.

Tang Tan's heart skipped a beat, he glanced at Cheng Huang, and thought he couldn't.

While the person was gone, Tang Tan specifically called Cheng Huang to stop, planning to have a chat with him alone.

"...Brother Zhuang, who did you vote for?"

Cheng Wang took a slow look at him: "It's meaningless to talk about it now."

"..." Tang Tan felt that he had realized it.

Damn, he really voted for it.

"You call it helping the evildoer."

"Anyway, he can't be selected. It's good to make him happy."

Tang Tan was surprised by his calm and breezy attitude, "Hey, why didn't I realize that you care about other people's feelings like this before."

He wanted to say more, when he saw the person walking behind Cheng Wang, he immediately stopped talking.

Song Mingwang approached and grabbed Cheng Juan's clothes, he felt refreshed now that he had been promoted.

"Come on, I'll treat you to banana milk."

Cheng Wang put his hands in his pockets and let him pull him forward.

Tang Tan:? ? ?

He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

There were a lot of people in the cafeteria, Song Mingwang ordered a beef noodle, and ate it face to face with Cheng Wang.

"Drink." Song Mingwang took a sip of his face, seeing that Cheng Wang hadn't touched the milk, he couldn't help urging.

"It was you who voted for me just now."

Cheng Huan slightly raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, he didn't expect him to think of this.

Song Mingwang poked his face and said in a muffled voice, "No one will vote for me except you."

"Didn't everyone vote for you in the end?" Cheng Wang inserted the straw into the milk carton and handed it to him.

Song Mingwang didn't notice it, and was still immersed in his own sadness. When he saw the milk, he took a sip subconsciously.

"What you said makes sense." Fortunately, Song Mingwang was optimistic by nature in this regard, and he soon regained his energy.

"By the way, what do you call me?"

Cheng Huan frowned, not knowing what he was going to say, and asked, "What do you call it?"

"It's just a title, how about you ask me to look around?"

Something flashed in Cheng Juan's eyes, and he frowned and refused: "Change to another one."

"What's that called? Mingwang and Xiao Ming are called by others, I don't want you to be like them."

Cheng Wang looked at him, seemed to smile, and then asked slowly: "Jiujiu?"

"No, it can't be called this, it sounds awful."

After Song Mingwang finished speaking, he quickly added: "By the way, you can call me Mingming, no one has ever called me that."

"Think about it."

Song Mingwang also didn't understand why Cheng Wang didn't like calling him Wang Wang, obviously he was also Cheng Wang, and he had heard his grandmother call him Wangwang before, could it be that they were afraid that their nicknames would be too similar to confuse them?

Class [-] was very noisy as soon as the end of school was approaching. Song Mingwang was in charge of discipline in the self-study class. Guo Jin said a few words on the stage and hurried to the meeting. As soon as he left, everyone in the class exploded. .

Looking at the past, there were those who read novels, those who played backgammon, those who ate snacks and talked gossip, and even those who took the next position to catch water.

Song Mingwang opened his throat and yelled but ignored him, he could only angrily write down the names of people one after another on the paper, almost the whole paper was not enough.

Cheng Huan propped his chin with one hand and tilted his head slightly, he was reading a book, when Song Ming looked at the cover, he almost fainted from anger, he only felt that iron could not be made into steel.

"The monthly exam is coming soon, and you are still reading novels!"

Cheng Huang turned the pages slowly, and hummed with a slightly elongated tone: "Monthly exam?"

The sense of responsibility as a disciplinary committee member requires Song Mingwang to write down Cheng Wang's name equally, but he also thinks that doing so will worsen Cheng Wang's already bad reputation with the teacher.

So he gritted his teeth and thought for a while, and finally reached out and snatched the novel, and said righteously, "Confiscated."

Cheng Wang didn't show an angry expression, and even smiled, but he leaned back slightly, looked sideways at him, and raised his eyebrows.

"Be quiet."

He didn't deliberately raise his voice when he spoke, but the noisy noise in the class disappeared in an instant, and suddenly became quiet.

Everyone recognized that it was Cheng Wang's voice, and they were more curious than unexpected.

Cheng Wan pursed his lips slightly, and said in a slow tone: "Our disciplinary committee is angry."

As soon as this remark came out, many people in the class could not help laughing, and they all heard the jokes in the words.

Tian Mengmeng also winked at Song Mingwang, mouthing "Are you angry?"

Song Ming Wangqi's face was flushed, and he crushed Cheng Wang's feet viciously, then wrote two big characters, and wrote down his name in the notebook.

After returning home, Song Mingwang also told Song Yulan about his election at dinner. Song Yulan was also happy for him when she heard that he was the representative of the mathematics class, but when she heard that he was also a disciplinary committee member, Song Yulan couldn't help but look worried. .

"...Look, as a disciplinary committee member, you have to learn to be flexible. The most important thing is to have a good relationship with your classmates. You should have made a lot of friends by now."

"Don't worry, I have a good relationship with them."

"By the way, that one was called Cheng Wang last time, right? Do you have the best relationship with him? Would you like to invite him to our house to play? Mom will cook for him herself."

Song Mingwang's heart skipped a beat and he didn't refuse.

After returning to the room, he couldn't help but send a message to Cheng Wang, but there was no reply after waiting for a long time. Song Mingwang was impatient and called him directly.

In the end, it took several calls to get through, and Song Mingwang immediately asked, "Why didn't you answer my call?"

There was a pause, "I'm taking a shower."

"...Huh? Now?"

Cheng Wan seemed to smile: "Of course not."

Song Ming gave a look, feeling his face was getting hot.

"what's up?"

"No, I'm going to make a video call to tell you."

After the video was connected, it was clear that Cheng Juan was in his room. He had just taken a shower, was wearing a loose T-shirt, and his lips were thin. His originally cold silhouette seemed much softer under the warm orange lamp.

He wasn't lying on the bed, but was sitting at the desk not knowing what to do. No matter how he thought about it, Song Mingwang felt that it couldn't be studying.

"My mother said that she would invite you to my house for dinner."

"You told him?"

Song Mingwang was stunned for a moment, before realizing it later, "How is it possible?"

Cheng Wang was just talking casually, but he turned the pen in his hand, hummed, and said lightly: "I see, just let me know when you set a time."

The goal was achieved. Song Mingwang rarely didn't know what to say. He tossed and turned on the bed, raised his mobile phone and looked up at him, muttering in a dissatisfied tone: "Why don't you miss me at all."

Cheng Jue raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Aren't you going to school tomorrow?"

"Up means going up." Song Mingwang explained with difficulty: "But you don't think we are not like others at all." He tried hard to find an adjective.

"how?"

"As gluey as paint, yes, this is it."

Cheng Wang over there should have smiled, his voice was very low, not the kind that deliberately lowered his voice, the low and magnetic voice was transmitted to the ear through the phone, as if an electric current was passing through it.

Song Mingwang felt that he was being ridiculed. He imitated his mother's tone of tragic heroine watching TV series at eight o'clock, and complained: "Cheng Wang, you don't like me at all!"

Cheng Wang didn't mind his loud voice, but patiently coaxed him. He had just finished a set of questions and opened the refrigerator to get water when he was thirsty. long.

"Huh? Tell me why I don't like you anymore."