Xueba, wake up

"You're awesome, you!" As soon as he entered the classroom, Shi Yujie snatched He Zhonghe over first, and Shi Yujie held his face and slapped him very loudly.

There were classmates around who looked at him in shock and said things like "Awesome" and "I can't see it" at him.

Normally, he would have pulled his tail to the sky, but this time it was different. This was the first time he was envied by others because of such a "serious thing" as his grades.

For the first time, I experienced the feeling of "a little embarrassment".

He Zhonghe said "I'm so stupid" in succession, and quickly returned to his seat.

"It's dangerous, I was almost killed by you." Yan Sheng turned his pen and looked at him.

"Stop talking, my face is a little hot right now." He Zhonghe lay down on the table.

"Are you excited?" Yan Sheng pinched his blue hair and rubbed it between his fingers.

It's very slippery, and even after rubbing it several times, it can't be rubbed into dull hair.

The hair quality is very good.

"Not so unpromising." He Zhonghe's voice came muffled from the crook of his arms, "I just feel awkward. I used to look at the results from the bottom to the top, but this time I went straight to the top."

Yan Sheng's fingers became hot from rubbing, and he finally bristled a bunch of dumb hairs on him, pouted towards the sky and looked silly.

He flicked Daimao in satisfaction: "You'll get used to it a few times."

It is impossible to say that I am not excited, my heart is very happy, there is a feeling of a bitter monk who has achieved a positive result in retreat, and is happy.

But He Zhonghe knows that the first exam in the third year of high school is not of great reference value. Many people are slack because of the holidays. What they get in the exam is not the real level, so they are squeezed out by He Zhonghe who has a tight summer vacation.

"Stop giving your acceptance speech in your head," Yan Sheng said, "Pack up your things."

"Huh?" He Zhonghe raised his head, "What are you packing?"

"Pack up your things and leave, I'm going to drive you out of the house." Yan Sheng raised his chin towards the podium.

He Zhonghe looked along, only to realize that many people were crowded and lying on their stomachs in front of the podium.

There is a transparent file bag on the podium, which was pasted by Lao Zheng with double-sided tape, and the new seating chart is put in it when changing seats.

At the back table, Zhuang Yuan was already dragging the table and the stool out, and the sound of table legs rubbing against each other could be heard in the classroom one after another.

"Have you seen it?" He Zhonghe looked at the group of people crowded on the podium.

"I didn't move where I was. You sit fifth behind me." Yan Sheng said.

There are four people in the middle.

I can't laugh at Yan Sheng's sissy milk in class, and I can't grab the bag and take notes on the spot when he is drawing some sexy things.

How does it feel, that is, I just got good at the little fierce dog I met on the road, and before I had time to bring something to tease it next time, I ended up not going that way again, and there will be no next time.

I just fell down because of the joy of my grades.

Little sadness, little reluctance, little sense of loss.

But He Zhonghe didn't show it, he packed his things calmly.

"It's not that I drove you away, so let's stop showing shame." Yan Sheng looked at him sideways, speaking with a smile.

"Did I slap my face?" He Zhonghe suddenly became a little irritable.

This irritability came unexpectedly, since he got acquainted with Yan Sheng, he had never felt this kind of emotion towards Yan Sheng, and he always felt very relaxed when he was with him.

But now he felt inexplicably annoying, all the thorns that had been softened for a long time suddenly stiffened.

Did I pull my face?I don't think I have one?

As if someone really wanted to sit here so much, it was fine to ask if he was very reluctant before as a joke, but he took it seriously?

To put it bluntly, he became angry from embarrassment and teased.

And he was a little flustered without knowing it.

What the hell is wrong with this? As for it, is he a person who throws his temper just because he pokes some inexplicable point with one sentence?

"Bye bye." He Zhonghe's tone was very stiff, he lifted the stool and put it on the table angrily, with a grunt.

Then I squeezed the bookend, put the whole thing into the middle of the table, and pushed the table out. The force was so strong that it almost overturned the table.

Yan Sheng was stunned, watching the dumb hair on the top of his head tremble with the movement, but he didn't realize how the fire was suddenly lit.

Before the class bell rang, everyone in the class had moved their seats. This session was Chinese self-study, and the teacher came to hand out the handouts and left and didn't come in again.

He Zhonghe took out a bottle of mint leaves from the table hole, pinched a few pieces and threw them into the water glass.

Urgent need to lower the fire.

"Baby, are you feeling well?" Guo Yao sat obliquely behind him, knowing that his heart and lungs were not good, and seeing that he was a little panting, she asked worriedly.

"No." He Zhonghe waved his hands, his expression still not very good-looking.

The new deskmate, Chen Wenlong, is a boy who can bluff. His EQ is notoriously low in the class, and he made girls cry with jokes several times.The teacher in charge of the class doesn't want to see him either, he can't do whatever he wants, and he is No.1 in class.

Chen Wenlong was humming a song in a low voice, if it wasn't for the lyrics, he couldn't make out what he was singing at all.

The corridor outside is very quiet, the corridor on the third floor is not open to the air, there is not even a window.Moreover, there is only one department in the whole building. The south building and the north building are connected by glass corridors. The classrooms are scattered, and there are only two or three classes on one floor.

The classroom is also quiet. The handout given by the Chinese teacher just now is "The last nine months, where to start a round of review?" The whole room is watching nervously. All students bowed their heads.

Chen Wenlong's unpleasant singing voice was very loud in such a quiet environment.

He Zhonghe was already filled with unknown anger in his heart, and he was even more angry because he didn't know why he was angry. At this moment, he really wanted to raise his hand and slap Chen Wenlong in the face.

Those at the front, back, left, left, and right tables, even separated by a corridor, all frowned and looked at him one after another, and some of them clicked their tongues on purpose.

However, Chen Wenlong didn't realize it, and hummed while shaking his head from side to side intoxicated, and even tapped the pen on the table to beat the rhythm.

Guo Yao, who never swears, couldn't help but stared at him and said "Damn".

Chen Wenlong tapped his pen with forgetfulness, while He Zhonghe shrank to his side again and again, his elbow still hit He Zhonghe's arm several times.

He Zhonghe felt that he was a bomb that was about to explode. Chen Wenlong held a flaming match in his hand and lit it on his fuse.

Old rapper and old penbeater, right? Well, this will wake you up.

"Bang!" He Zhonghe suddenly pulled out a book and threw it on Chen Wenlong's desk, who was so frightened that the pen almost flew out.

"Blind? I'm still studying and you can't see?" He Zhonghe's voice was suffocated, and he raised his voice little by little, "If you want to sing, you have to knock yourself out of the table. Don't stay here like you have epilepsy."

"Fuck, what's bothering you?" Chen Wenlong was stunned for a moment, and then replied He Zhonghe's words under the condemning eyes of the surrounding students.

"Don't make noise, don't make noise..." Guo Yao said, "Your voice is indeed a bit loud, everyone heard it."

"How did you get here? You say you are all? Are you the representative of the whole class?" Chen Wenlong actually didn't dare to quarrel with He Zhonghe, so he quickly turned around and yelled at Guo Yao.

During the quarrel between the two of them, He Zhonghe subconsciously glanced at Yansheng. Among the twisted faces, the back of his head was facing here.

The anger grew even stronger.

"Come on, don't get mad at her." He Zhonghe suppressed his anger and knocked the cup in his hand on the table.

There was a sound of glass shattering, and the bottom may have been broken.

The people around were shocked.

"Come out and fight." He Zhonghe got up and went out.

Of course, Chen Wenlong couldn't admit that he was cowardly in front of the whole group, so he quickly flung his clothes and followed him out cursing.

A few good people looked out of the window, and there was a commotion in the class.The squad leader yelled "study quietly", and then gradually calmed down.

He Zhonghe waited for Chen Wenlong to come out and closed the front and back doors of the classroom tightly.

Chen Wenlong knew that he would definitely suffer from a fight with He Zhonghe, and his tone softened as soon as he went out: "Hey, it's not like that, I didn't mean that either."

He Zhonghe made a "stop" gesture: "I just said to fight, you came out."

Chen Wenlong choked for a moment and fell silent.

He Zhonghe's face darkened in a frightening way, very different from usual, with a kind of ruthlessness, like a real ruffian.

"I'll give you three seconds, call or call back." He said.