If I like you, I will follow you

Lin Xi looked away from the school gate, lowered his eyes slightly, and smiled at her: "Mineral water is fine, thank you."

"You're welcome." Xu Tingyue waved his hand and ran away lightly.

On the second day of school, the biological clock that has been cultivated during the summer vacation has not yet adjusted, and the president's late list has been filled with a row, and there is a tendency to continue to increase.

After seven in the morning, the temperature has not climbed to the level of scorching sun, but I still feel thirsty after standing for a long time.

Not long after, a few more students who had obviously slept through rushed into the school gate with their messy hair. They wanted to just rush into the school to fool them, but the president's eyesight was so good that he recognized these runaways at a glance. Who is the student who posted the wild expression pack?

There are only three seats in the class that are still vacant, the president, the monitor of class one, and Qiao, a member of the student union.

"Why hasn't our class monitor come yet? Has he forgotten his responsibility as the monitor?" After discussing the important life event of whether to go to the supermarket after class, the boys started to talk about it.

Although the girls didn't really want to read, they were more disciplined in comparison. Only a few girls by the window turned their heads occasionally and looked towards the school gate.

Lin Xi is checking discipline with others, focusing on catching latecomers.

"Don't you want to be stared at by the school bully while studying?"

"That's not it either!"

The students were physically imprisoned in their seats, but their souls were still indulging in the unfettered vacation. In less than 10 minutes, the active boys in the back row put up their Chinese books as a cover, hiding behind the books, playing with mobile phones, and imagining the free class between activities.

The Mingshi campus is vast and maintains a beautiful campus environment. The students of the school bear at least half of the responsibility - once they are caught violating discipline, they have to carry a broom for hygiene.

The student union only needs to record the students who are late before the morning reading class, and those who are late after that will not belong to the student union, and can only be educated by the head teacher.

Lin Qi said: "You can go back first if you have something to do, it's okay."

"Yao Zhi, Yin Zechen, Ding Shengfeng." Lin Qi raised his voice a little as usual: "I will clean the basketball court tomorrow."

"Ah—don't, Dad! Please let me go!" The boys who were called out wailed hoarsely, and their running pace didn't stop at all.

When Xu Tingyue came back after buying water, he ran into a few people who were crying and howling, and couldn't help gloating: "You deserve it for making you late every day."

Lin Xi took it and said thank you again: "The money will be transferred to you later."

Xu Tingyue didn't refuse, because she knew it was useless to refuse. Lin Xi didn't like to owe others anything, even if it was just a bottle of water.

"get out of class is almost over," Xu Tingyue looked at the time and said, "President, when are we going to withdraw?"

"I'm fine too." Xu Tingyue was very aboveboard: "Instead of memorizing books in the classroom, I might as well check the discipline outside."

She has an active personality and can't sit still very much. Staying in the classroom can drive her crazy.

Lin Qi curled his lips and made no comment.

The morning reading class was about to end, Lin Qi also closed the roster and prepared to go back to the classroom, but after walking two steps, there was a sharp sound of bicycle brakes behind him.

I don't know how fast I rode to make such a big noise.

"President, Dad! Wait for us." Qiao Yu called out out of breath.

Lin Qi turned his head and jokingly replied, "How dare you call me when you're late?"

Qiao Yu was not late alone, and Chi Yue was also late, but he didn't say a word, as quiet as if he didn't exist.

These two people didn't know why they went there, there were still some black stains on their pants, and Qiao Yu lay on the front of the car like a dying salted fish.

Chi Yue was very steady, with his hands still on the brakes, his head tilted slightly, and he didn't look in their direction.

"Fuck, I'm exhausted. I rode from my house to school in the last 10 minutes of my mother's life. I am a god."

Xu Tingyue poked her head out from behind Lin Xi, "Blow it on, you're so late, I think you must have been a ghost at night."

"Grass, why are you here?" Qiao Yu shivered and sat up straight.

"Today, I will check the records with the president." Xu Tingyue said, took the roster from Lin Xi, wrote down Qiao Yu's name, and stuffed it back into the president's hand: "Okay, I will write down your name, remember to do your duty."

"do not--"

Lin Qi took it, ruthlessly ignored Qiao Yu's wailing voice, and wrote down the name of another classmate who was late on the paper: "What did you two do?"

"Chi Yue's car broke down, and it took me a long time to repair it," Qiao Yu said, "I don't understand what's so good about this broken car. If it breaks down, just throw it away. If he insists on repairing it, I'll help him fix it together. After repairing it Just Xiu is late, can you cross my name for the sake of being helpful?"

"Hey." Xu Tingyue stared at Chi Yue's car again and again as if discovering a new continent.

The carbon black body, eye-catching shape, and the car logo printed on the horizontal bars are the dreams of countless car lovers.

No matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with the "broken car".

But it wasn't the license plate that attracted her attention, but that the car looked so familiar.

Think about it carefully, isn't it the one that was swiped on the school forum and various groups the day before yesterday, and the school bully leads the president?

Xu Tingyue said "Hey", Chi Yue frowned at her strange gaze, his Adam's apple rolled, and he wanted to say something, but he held back.

He ignored Qiao Yu, who was still bargaining with Lin Xi, and turned to the garage.

Lin Xi didn't seem to notice that cycling was actually prohibited in school, but since the class was about to start, the president didn't have to let him go.

The first class in the morning is Chinese.

The Chinese teacher, surnamed Zhao, is a middle-aged man full of literary and artistic feelings. His eyes are amiable when he smiles, and thunderous when he is not smiling.

Holding the paper that he corrected overnight, he stood on the podium and sighed: "Only one summer vacation, let's see what you are taking the test. Is Chinese so difficult? Is it so difficult to memorize?"

The students said in unison: "It's difficult——!"

"It's so difficult," Mr. Zhao slapped the table, "Mother of the motherland, mother of the motherland, you can't even learn the words of the motherland, how can you be the children of the motherland! Look at how listless you are when you just started school, all stand up— —! Stand up and listen to this class!"

students:"……"

After all the students had stood up and no other movement could be heard in the classroom, Teacher Zhao nodded in satisfaction and scanned the whole class with his scrutinizing eyes.

The students who accidentally met the teacher's eyes quickly lowered their heads, trying to put on a weak, pitiful and serious posture, trying to arouse a little sympathy in the teacher's heart.

"Of course, not all students do so poorly in the exam. Some students are worthy of praise." Seeing Lin Qi, Teacher Zhao finally showed a little bit of kindness: "Like Lin Qi and Shen Xia, these two students took the exam. Well done, let’s applaud and encourage, and we will learn more from these two students in the future.”

As a top student who has been receiving little red flowers since kindergarten, Brother Lin Xi has long been used to the teacher's praise. He lowered his eyes and replied sincerely: "Thank you teacher."

"Well, you two students, sit down." Teacher Zhao's loving tone only lasted half a sentence. In the next sentence, he changed his tone again, naming and criticizing several students who came last in the exam.

Finally, his eyes fell on Chi Yue.

Chi Gaoyi was also taught by him, and he had run out of words for Chi Yue's Chinese level, and now he couldn't think of anything else to say.

"And classmate Chi Yue, you, oh." Teacher Zhao sighed sincerely this time: "I don't know what to say anymore, if you spend half of your brain on mathematics on Chinese, Your Chinese scores are not so bad."

Chi Yue's attitude of admitting his mistakes was also very sincere, he didn't say a word, and let the teacher criticize him.

"Let's do this," Mr. Zhao looked at his position, then at his deskmate, slapped his head, and had a sudden idea: "You and Lin Qi set up a mutual aid group, and supervise each other's endorsement every day until the memorization is finished." So far, how about it? If you don’t listen to the teacher, you should also listen to the president’s words, right?”

He said the last sentence in a joking tone. After all, in the teacher's mind, sometimes, peer supervision is more effective than the teacher's blind criticism.

Chi Yue: "..."

all the classmates:"……"

Ah, is this the destined enemy?

It's too exciting.

Chi Yue subconsciously looked at Lin Qi, seeing that his face was expressionless, his heartbeat accelerated instantly, and he blurted out: "I don't—"

"Good teacher, I'm fine."

Lin Xi's voice seemed a little cold, but he did not refuse.

"Very good." Teacher Zhao nodded, and then asked Chi Yue, "What are you?"

He just didn't catch it.

Chi Yue: "...nothing."

"Okay, then it's settled. Let's applaud the first pair of mutual aid groups in the class. I hope Chi Yue can achieve good grades with the help of Lin Qi and get rid of the bottom one!" Teacher Zhao said as he took the lead. I clapped my hands twice.

Chi Yue: "..."

The whole class held back their laughter.

Qiao Yu's language is not very good, and he dare not laugh out loud, holding back until his whole body trembles.

Damn it, why does the language teacher's tone sound like an old mother with an old leftover man who finally tried her best to marry her son off, with an uncontrollable sense of relief and joy?

It must be intentional, right?

In the middle of the class, Teacher Zhao still showed mercy and asked the students to sit down and listen to the class.

Chi Yue was a little distracted, and would peek at his deskmate from time to time.

Once, twice, three times...

Lin Xi was baffled by him, and couldn't bear to ask: "Chi Yue."

Chi Yue replied hesitantly, "Ah."

"You, what's your opinion on my supervision of your endorsement?"

Chi Yue: "...No comments."

The morning reading class at the beginning of the school year is relatively lacklustre. Students read like old monks chanting scriptures, buzzing, and walking past a row of classrooms, they will think that they have entered a bee breeding garden.

The boys were even more indignant: "Where is it every day, it's only the second day of school!"

Xu Tingyue ignored them, bounced back to Lin Xi, and handed him the water: "President, here it is."

"President, I'm going to buy a bottle of water." Xu Tingyue, who was checking records together, put on the cap of his pen and asked casually, "Do you drink water, what kind do you want?"