Deskmate

Li Huan was a little annoyed now, after all, re-reading the third year of high school was really annoying, so he frowned slightly, and stood on the podium half-pressed, listening to the teacher introduce himself.

He was dressed in black, with exquisite facial features, and his peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed, dangerous and graceful. He looked very cold, and his left leg was slightly bent, showing a carelessness.

Teacher Yang is in her thirties, but she looks much smaller than she looks, with a pair of glasses on her face, serious expression, more than 1.6 meters, and Li Huan is almost a head taller than her, "This classmate is called Li Huan, everyone Get along well, remember that you are a senior in high school, and don't waste your time on unnecessary places, student Li Huan, do you have anything else to introduce?"

"No." Li Huan answered concisely, looking around the layout of the classroom.

The class is about two people at a table, and I just made up a whole number. In the previous class, there was one person at a table. He never likes to have too much contact with people. This senior year probably has to sit with people, which is a bit troublesome.

A little bit of consolation is that the only vacant seat is the row at the farthest corner, so it's quiet.

"Okay, student Li Huan, you can sit in the vacant seat." Teacher Yang probably sensed his bad mood, and ended the opening remarks hastily.

He nodded, dragged his schoolbag along his hips and long legs, walked to the corner table, and sat down in his seat.

The person in front trembled because of some irresistible factor.

The person next to him—that is, the new tablemate, has been sleeping on his stomach since he came in, and he didn’t seem to wake up because of the movement, probably because of his bad ears—Li Huan thought so.

No one around called this new deskmate. It seemed that he was used to it and was a repeat offender.

However, he omitted the effort of greeting, and he was released after enduring the third year of high school. The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated, and he was about to lower his head to check when he heard Teacher Yang say:

"Squad leader, go get the textbooks. Li Huan, come with me to the office."

I can only follow along like this.

In the office, Teacher Yang didn't look serious. She sat on a stool, made a cup of hot water, handed it to Li Huan, drank another cup, held it in her hand, pointed to the chair in front of her and asked pleasantly, "Li Huan Classmate, I am entrusted by your mother to talk to you."

Hearing the word "mother", Li Huan tensed up after finally relaxing.

He seemed to be laughing at himself, and he didn't know who he was mocking.

A long strand of extremely black hair fell on the bridge of the nose, deepening the shadows on both sides of the nose, showing a bit of a fierce look. Li Huan asked: "Then why didn't she come to ask me and greet you, teacher, really well-intentioned." .”

The four words "good intentions and hard work" accentuate the bite, and the tone is inevitably stronger.

Teacher Yang seemed to have never heard of his stinky remarks, and looked at Li Huan through the lens: "I have seen the entire high school report card, and it is basically kept in the top five of the school. I have to pass it many times. First, if you took the college entrance examination last year, you would be absolutely sure of the cost, why would you just give up the exam?"

"Is there any reason for not wanting to take the exam? Even if I retake it now, I will still be able to pass the heavy exam this year. It's just a one-year delay. Anyway, the result will be the same."

"...Okay, I understand. I will talk to your mother about your situation. Let's go back to the classroom now." Teacher Yang took off his glasses, pinched his nose with his hands, and took out his mobile phone to make a call.

It is self-evident who to call.

He walked out of the office, returned to the classroom, sat down and took out his mobile phone.

The person with the note "Yu Xing" on WeChat sent him a message.

[Brother Huan, you really re-read it]

[Well, how did you know that]

[... I can't understand the brain circuit of your masters, why don't you repeat the book well, why do you want to learn from our scumbags? There are many. ]

[Oh. ]

Looking at this long paragraph, he felt a little headache. He didn't know where to start, so he could only reply "Oh" indifferently.

"Arsonist, you, countless little girls who have a crush on you have come to ask for my WeChat, and the pinnacle of life is because of you." Yu Xing sent a link.

He clicked on the post and browsed through more than 20 layers. It was a bit annoying to read, and it was basically something:

"www, my male god went to re-study like this, is it too late for me to drop out of school and re-study?"

"Ah, I can see my male god again, it's great." A girl named wy replied.

"Which class is the male god in? I'm going to see him."

"I'll break the news for you guys. It seems that Li Huan re-read it because he had a puppy love, was caught by his parents, had a fight, and got angry and didn't take the college entrance examination."

"Is what the upstairs said true? My male god is already famous www."

"Ham, it must be fake. Have you ever seen Li Huan get close to someone of the opposite sex? He only has a few sex buddies." It was wy again.

Turning down a few more floors, the frequency of "wy" appears very high.

Then it changed from a large-scale confession scene to a reasoning scene, dressed with nose and eyes, making people wonder if I was telling the story next to them.

Closed the post, returned to WeChat, and replied to the content that had been typed a long time ago: [The WeChat of those girls was rejected. ]

[Of course, as a good brother, can I cheat on you? I'm in class six. Brother Huan, which class are you in? ]

[Class Nine.I'll find you after class. ]

[okay! ]

Yu Xing's profile picture grayed out, he pressed the power off button on the right with his hand, and stared at the reflection on the screen in a daze.

The person next to him was still sleeping, and his lying posture remained unchanged, and he couldn't see his face when he pressed his face. The other one was resting on the side of the table, his fingers were slender but the knuckles were not protruding.Judging from the way the hands look, the face probably won't be very ugly.

By the way, I glanced at the man's desk, and there was a piece of paper sticking to the upper left corner, probably because a little ink was rubbed off when I wrote it, and the handwriting was a little fuzzy, but the words "Yuan Yueze" were written neatly and neatly, which belonged to that kind of writing. Looks like a comfortable type.

New tablemate, he was in a daze, then put his phone inside the table, walked around the table, and planned to go outside to take a breath.

The classroom was really too stuffy. I don't know if it was due to psychological reasons. Li Huan somehow felt a little congested.

The scenery of the school is good. There is a special building for the third year of high school. The view from that place has always been an excellent scenery. This year’s autumn seems to be much later than before. It is still a lush grove. Some junior high school students are cleaning it while cleaning it. Playing, after a while, the figure was blocked by the bushes in a flash, this is the place he is most familiar with, because he can go to play around.

Probably, his third year of high school should not cause any disturbances. After the exam, he will never come back. He really doesn't have much nostalgia for the school.

Thinking of this, he went to find Yu Xing.

At the same time, in the classroom, Yuan Yueze was woken up by the vibrating mobile phone. He was still awake, and subconsciously thought it was his mobile phone, so he took out the mobile phone from the table and wanted to hang up, but ended up accidentally Press the connect button.

With a crisp vibration, a voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello." It was a female voice.Inexplicably familiar.

Only then did Yuan Yueze regain his strength. He didn't bring his mobile phone with him today. Where did he get it?

By the way, I seem to be coming to a new deskmate today, which classmate is this?

see hell.

The author has something to say: The reason why Yuan Yueze took the wrong mobile phone is because he often stuffed the mobile phone into the next table, because no one sat with him, and the tables were in pairs, so this happened. .

_____ July 2020, 7

Change the previous content, expand the degree, this is the beginning of the dream~

——January 2021, [-]

I am about to take the exam, but I am still editing the text QAQ. I should do it for the last time. It is so tiring to edit the text.