After the collapse of the character design, I was gay at the same table

Lancheng No.[-] Middle School

On Monday afternoon, the sun at three or four o'clock slanted into the classroom with a faint yellowish slant.

The results of the monthly exam just came out today, and the classroom of Class 10, Senior Two, was in a mess, and everyone moved their desks to change places.

Papers and draft paper were flying all over the sky, and fine dust was floating in the air, choking every breath.

Even when everyone was in a mess, a corner in the fifth row near the door on the left was still quiet. Xiao Chi sat there correcting the test papers, wearing glasses and half-closed his eyes, looking very focused.

A circle seemed to be automatically drawn around him, no matter how noisy people entered that area, they would consciously lower their voices.

In fact, all concentration is an illusion, Xiao Chi is almost sleepy to death.

He got home too late yesterday. After taking a shower, he stuffed the nightclub-stained clothes into the washing machine, and put a few pungent laundry beads to cover the smell. It was almost four o'clock in the morning after the clothes were dried.

There is a small morning reading from 06:30 to [-]:[-] in No. [-] Middle School, and day students can wait until [-]:[-] to go to school for early reading.

Day students have plenty of time in the morning, but his family is in Xicheng District, Lin Shu has to get up early to go to school in the morning, and Xiao Chi relies on the bus and subway to go to school, which takes more than ten stops.

He wakes up at 05:30 in the morning, hastily eats some breakfast after washing, and then rushes to the bus to arrive at school at seven o'clock.

If you still want to get to school on time tomorrow, you will definitely not be able to sleep at this point.

He simply pulled himself together, made a cup of coffee and began to study the questions, racing against time to finish a paper.

Xiao Chi took a photo of the test paper and sent it to Peng Feng. The other party didn't know why he was so excited, but he didn't sleep, and immediately sent him a message.

— Tsk, you are really fierce. /thumbs/thumbs

——Xiao Chi: Not bad, just one more liver than you.

After exchanging a few words with the other party, he changed into another school uniform and left the house.

It was alright in the morning, the cup of espresso helped. In the afternoon, as soon as the warm sunlight hit his face, sleepiness swept over his brain almost instantly.

Fortunately, Xiao Chi has long been used to pretending to be forceful, and he can stay still even when he dozes off. No one thought that the hard-working college bully in the fifth row almost fell asleep after correcting papers.

Chen Mo, who is usually the most noisy in the class, quietly talked to Luo Xiaopeng, the sports committee member: "Brother Chi is the first in the grade again this time, with almost full marks in mathematics, English and physics. These three subjects alone will drag me by [-] points!"

"No wonder we have to arrange seats according to grades every time. Only Brother Chi can stay in his own seat. Ah, I really want to sit on Brother Chi's throne for a while, and feel the immortal spirit of a top student."

Luo Xiaopeng was helping the girls move the tables, so he didn't pay attention to him.

Duan Pengpeng, the school committee member, was placed at the same table as Chen Mo, and after hearing what the other party said, he ruthlessly extinguished his illusions.

"Even if Xiao Chi's ranking falls, Lao Ban won't move his position. Don't even think about that seat."

Chen Mo gently moved Duan Pengpeng and the table lying across the aisle to the back of Xiao Chi, and couldn't rest for a second.

"Lao Zheng's seat in this row is really good. It allowed me to be so close to Brother Chi. When I get along with Brother Chi, not only will I have a solid foundation in physics, but I will also have a solid foundation in mathematics and English..."

Duan Pengpeng twitched his mouth: "It would be great if you were as silent as your name. The old class put you here just to let you learn to shut up."

Chen Mo blinked sincerely and said: "Then tell Lao Ban for me, so that he doesn't waste his efforts, really, I can chat anywhere."

"..."

Duan Pengpeng was too lazy to talk to each other, she was looking at the transcripts that everyone had.

This time she took the second place in the class again, and the difference between her and Xiao Chi's score was terrible.

Duan Pengpeng looked at the back of the person in front of him who was still seriously correcting the problem, and couldn't help but secretly stunned.

The scariest thing in this world is that people who are better than you work harder than you.

The students around were all eagerly changing positions, but it seemed that a circle was automatically drawn around that person, no matter how noisy people entered that area, they would consciously lower their voices.

Xiao Chi was drowsy in such a privileged environment, until someone slammed the desk into the empty space on the left side of his desk.

The remaining rationality kept him from jumping up in fright, Xiao Chi suppressed Huo and raised his eyes to look at the person coming.

Seeing his reaction, the other party raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Seeing that you are about to fall asleep, let me call you."

This man was wearing bape, his hair was dyed dark chestnut, and he was particularly conspicuous in the collocation of blue and white striped school uniforms and short cuts. The shark on his chest grinned at the person, and the fancy outfit was supported by a handsome face.

Stepping on barbs, with a bunch of car keys hooked back and forth in his hands, he has a foolish temperament of "I just carry the handle".

And a rich asshole.

Thinking of this, Xiao Chi lost all sleepiness, picked up the pen and lowered his head to scratch hard on the draft paper, ignored the other party, and just continued to grind on the chemistry problem just now.

Chen Mo at the back was very excited to see the person coming: "Brother Yi! I'm relieved to have you here, and I won't worry about having no one to chat with in the future."

The other party waved his hand at Chen Mo, and said indifferently, "Brother Yi will cover you from now on."

Then he put the pile of new books in the table hole on the table, shielded himself tightly, and started to lie down and play with his mobile phone.

When Chen Mo called Brother Yi, Xiao Chi realized that the person next to him was the transfer student Han Yi who just transferred two weeks ago.

No. [-] middle school has a strict style of study. Teachers and students regard every major and minor exams as very important, and they will rearrange their seats to show rewards and punishments. When the exams are approaching, the class teacher Zheng Juan doesn't give a lot of self The opportunity for introductions directly puts people in the last row to fend for themselves.

Xiao Chi also had no interest in getting to know this transfer student who was mingling with boys in the back row within a few days, so much so that he didn't even know what Han Yi looked like.

The next class is a class meeting, but the old class has not come for a long time.

Chen Mo leaned forward and gossiped, "Brother Yi, is your car key a Porsche Cayenne?"

Han Yi regained his energy, scratched his hair and straightened up: "Yes."

"Fuck, is it true?"

"Damn, whoever has nothing to do will use a fake one to fool people all day long."

Xiao Chi took a look at the two who had a fierce fight in an instant. Chen Mo himself was a chatterbox, and the other...

Regardless of whether the other party is pretending to be aggressive or not, he can tell that he is aggressive just by this attire. It is estimated that his ears will not be clean in the next month.

"Chen Mo, it's been a lively chat. Does the bell ring for class?" The man's angry roar scared Chen Mo back.

Zheng Jun, their homeroom teacher, stepped on the bell and frowned when he saw Han Yi's hair: "Didn't I ask you to dye it back?"

Han Yi raised his eyelids: "I've dyed this, and other colors are fast on this hair, and black is not so obvious."

Xiao Chi: "..."

Lao Zheng is nicknamed "Brother Saliva", he has a loud mouth and a loud voice, and when he gets up in a hurry, his saliva will splash.

To avoid hurting himself later, Xiao Chi moved aside calmly.

Zheng Juan looked at this new thorn and got angry and didn't make a fuss: "Who are you fooling with this? You don't wear the school uniform after it's issued, and you're the only one in the class! I'll tell you later Call your dad."

A certain person was afraid that the head teacher would not be angry enough, so he added fuel to the fire: "Go ahead and call, the old man has a lot of things to do every day, so he may not be able to answer."

"Han Yi, did your father go out of his way to turn you around just to let you continue to behave mischievously?"

"In my class, you still want to be as happy as before? Let me tell you, it's a dream!"

"I didn't do anything." Han Yi picked out his ears, "Teacher, your endurance is far worse than that of my former head teacher."

"you……"

Xiao Chi stared at one, two, three, four huge spittle stars on his notebook, endured and endured, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"you shut up."

Han Yi didn't expect the university bully on the right to speak up, he was stunned for a moment, and pointed to himself: "Me?"

"if not?"

Xiao Chi asked back calmly, with a premonition that this rebellious transfer student would get angry in the next moment.

But he really didn't want to waste time listening to the other party arguing with the head teacher.

He originally planned to use the time of the class meeting to finish correcting the chemistry papers, but this idiot kept fighting with Zheng Jun, and the flames of war also affected him, which troubled him deeply.

Han Yi turned his head away. He was not in a good temper. Ever since he was forced to transfer to another school, he had been suppressing a fire in his heart. Now his hands were itchy and he wanted to fight to vent his anger.

The class was silent, and Xiao Chi also noticed the tense atmosphere.

But he is very calm.

Since he entered high school and pretended to be a three-good student, he has never had any conflicts with others, and even rarely has a few complete conversations with most people. Everyone in the class thinks that he is cold and not easy to get close to. Xiao Chi Happy to see that happen.

But now, the restless factors in his body are clamoring and ready to move.

Xiao Chi thought to himself, if Han Yi strikes first, no one will think that he has collapsed even if he fights back.

In order to facilitate his hands, he took off his glasses and put them aside.

Han Yi's attention was diverted almost instantly, and only then did he see Xiao Chi's face clearly.

The other party's attire was the nerd-scholar's attire he hated the most, but he had to admit that this face was really good. Wearing black-framed glasses not only did not break down, but also had a cool and handsome look.

After taking off the glasses, his temperament suddenly changed.

When Han Yi saw the other person's eyes, he couldn't tell whether they were peach blossom eyes or red phoenix eyes. They were like ink lines drawn in plain lines. At this moment, there were beating tiny sparks in the eyes. In short, they were very attractive outlines.

His anger, which was not considered exuberant in the first place, was instantly extinguished.

Xiao Chi watched helplessly as the other party stared at him in a daze for a few seconds, and then lay down on the table again as if nothing had happened.

?what's the situation.

Seeing that Han Yi turned off the fire first, Zheng Juan cleared his throat, and found himself as the teacher in charge: "It's good to know that it's wrong. I'll contact your parents later."

The trembling people waiting beside Chen Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief, they were so scared to death, they really thought for a second that these two people would fight.

Xiao Chi had no choice but to put back his glasses silently. He had just ignited a fighting spirit that had never been seen in a century, but the opponent surrendered voluntarily.