My Star [Campus]

The days are really like running water, fleeting.

Before he knew it, Sixth Middle School had started for a month, and Yan Feicheng had also been in Class Eight for a month.

The students in Class [-] gradually discovered that school bullies were not what they thought they were. They fought at every turn and beat people if they didn't like it, especially Yan Feicheng. Compared with the cold and indifferent Li Xingyu, he was always smiling and talking Also with a three-point smile.

One month into school, and it's time for the monthly exam.

The monthly exams in No. [-] Middle School had to be divided into classes, and the seating charts for each class were pasted behind each class the night before.

The seating chart was brought by Lao Lin in the second class of the evening self-study. He posted it on the blackboard at the back, stayed in the class for a while to manage order, and then left slowly with his hands behind his back.

As soon as Lao Lin left, the atmosphere in the class became active.

Yan Feicheng was crossing his legs and writing down the answers in the exercise book with a smooth nib.

Li Xingyu was lying on the table casually flipping through comic books.

Zhou Yuan half turned around, winking at Yan Feicheng, "Brother Yan!"

Yan Feicheng looked at him lazily, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Yuan chuckled, "Brother Yan, help me find out which class I am in."

Yan Feicheng snorted, "Can't you watch it after class?"

Li Xingyu also looked up at him.

Zhou Yuan made an expression of "you all understand" to the two, "There are too many people watching after class, many of them are girls, and I am too embarrassed to squeeze in."

"Then you have to know where you are sitting earlier, and ask who is around to see if they can copy, right?" Li Xingyu looked at him and helped him complete the sentence.

Zhou Yuan nodded again and again, "As expected, you know me best, Boss."

"Who……"

Who the hell has to copy every exam like you!

Li Xingyu's brows moved slightly, thinking that I'm a scumbag, I'm a scumbag, but he still showed disdain for Zhou Yuan, "I never copy."

"That's right, that's right, you always go to bed after painting multiple choice questions." Zhou Yuan nodded clearly.

Li Xingyu::)

Yan Feicheng put down his pen, stepped on his feet, and dragged the chair to the blackboard behind him.

The chair rubbed against the ground and made a screeching sound, which attracted the attention of the whole class.

Under the watchful eyes of the whole class, Yan Feicheng looked at the seat chart calmly. He first looked for Li Xingyu's, then his own, and finally Zhou Yuan's.

"Brother Yan, show us too." A boy laughed.

"Go away, come and see for yourself." Yan Feicheng scolded with a smile.

After writing down the class seat, Yan Feicheng dragged the chair back to his seat, and under Zhou Yuan's earnest gaze, wrote his examination room on a post-it note and handed it to him, "Take it."

"I love you very much, Brother Yan." Zhou Yuan held the piece of paper with emotion on his face.

Yan Feicheng waved his hand to make him turn back.

Li Xingyu didn't pay much attention to the movement of the two people next to him. He was flipping through the comic book by himself when a sticky note was pushed in front of him.

A familiar deep voice sounded, "Your."

Li Xingyu lowered his eyes.

The boy's slender white fingers were pressed on the light green note paper, with well-defined joints and neatly manicured nails.

"Thanks." Li Xingyu took the note and looked at it.

Sure enough, it was elective classroom eight.

The monthly exam seats for No. [-] Middle School are based on rankings.The best students are in elective classroom one on the fifth floor of the teaching building, and they are arranged in turn, and the worst students are naturally in elective classroom eight on the first floor of the teaching building.

Li Xingyu casually put the note in the drawer, and Yan Feicheng had already moved over, "Xing Xing, guess which classroom I am in?"

Li Xingyu didn't even lift his eyelids, "Call again and I'll kill you."

Yan Feicheng grinned, "Oh, I'm so scared."

Li Xingyu closed the comic book with a backhand and put it on Yan Feicheng's head.

Yan Feicheng dodged skillfully, grabbed Li Xingyu's wrist, and said nicely, "Xingyu, boss, it's class, we won't fight anymore."

Li Xingyu looked at him coldly, and withdrew his hand.

Everyone in Class [-] only turned their heads to look at them, and then turned their heads in disinterest.

At the beginning they were nervous because of the sudden fight between two people, but after a month they were used to it.

Anyway, Li Xingyu held back his strength every time he made a move, and Yan Feicheng also obediently gave up as soon as he made a move. They felt that it was really boring.

Jian Xin listened to the voice behind him with his ears pricked up.

"You haven't guessed which class I'm in yet."

"Do you still need to guess?"

"Guess what~"

"Choose eight."

"Wow, Xingyu is so smart!"

"To shut up!"

Jian Xin pushed his glasses silently.

It's not me saying, these two people are really good at calcium :)

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On the first day of the monthly exam, Chinese and literature in the morning and mathematics in the afternoon.

It was time to enter the examination room after the morning reading, and the eighth class walked out of the classroom one after another.

When Li Xingyu came back from the toilet, he saw that more than half of the people in the class had left, and the rest were almost grabbing the last few minutes to read every knowledge point.

Why almost?

Because as far as the eye can see, even Zhou Yuan is holding a book of ancient poems, scratching his ears and stumbling around, his deskmate is the only one who is still playing games leisurely there.

Li Xingyu returned to his seat, took a pen and put it in his pocket, kicked Yan Feicheng's chair, "Let's go."

Yan Feicheng complied, put his mobile phone into the drawer, looked at his fountain pen, "Xingyu, do you have any more pens, my pen is running out of oil."

Li Xingyu glanced at him with disdain, "When have you ever seen a student with two pens on his body?"

Yan Feicheng looked through Li Xingyu's drawer in disbelief. There were not even a few books in it, and he didn't even see a pen case at a glance.

He stood up resentfully, "Zhou Yuan! Do you have many pens?"

Zhou Yuan was full of heart, "Star Yingying, open the makeup mirror; Luyun Chaoxuan, comb Xiao Huan." After hearing Yan Feicheng's words, he said a little too late, "Ah? Ah...I have two, both of which I want. I took it. Old Jane is gone, brother Yan, you can ask Yingying."

A girl in the front turned around when she heard her name. Her facial features were beautiful, her complexion was white, and she was lively and pretty with a ponytail. "What's wrong?"

"Yingying, I'm out of pens. Do you have any more?" Yan Feicheng smiled at Li Yingying.

Li Yingying also pursed her lips and smiled, "Okay, I have several here, you can pick one and use it."

Li Yingying is the cultural and entertainment committee member of Class [-]. She is beautiful and smart, has good academic performance, and has a bright and generous personality. She is very popular in the class and is also the flower of Class [-].

Li Xingyu looked at Yan Feicheng and Li Yingying laughing and chatting, feeling a little uncomfortable. He broke the rod on the pen cap in his pocket and looked away.

"Xingyu, let's go." Yan Feicheng came over with a light green pen, and put his hand on his shoulder skillfully.

Li Xingyu glanced at the beautiful and girly pen, and said casually, "Li Yingying is pretty."

Yan Feicheng was thinking about a math problem he saw last night, and he responded casually, "Yeah, he has a pretty good personality."

Li Xingyu's hands tightened slightly, "The grades are good, I think many people have stuffed her with love letters."

When the alarm sounded in Yan Feicheng's mind, his brows furrowed unconsciously. Could it be that Li Xingyu likes Li Yingying?

He paid attention to Li Xingyu calmly, "It seems so, it is said that there are still people who want to judge her as the school girl of No. [-] Middle School. But I think that's it."

Li Xingyu noticed Yan Feicheng's frown, and saw him say that Li Yingying was just like that, and his heart sank.

The frown must be because Li Yingying often receives love letters, and her attitude is the attitude of many boys when they face girls they like but don't know.

It seems that Yan Feicheng is likely to like Li Yingying.

Li Xingyu bit the soft flesh on the inner side of his lips, his lowered eyebrows were a little dim, and now he didn't really want to talk to Yan Feicheng, so he just kept silent and walked with his head muffled.

In Yan Feicheng's eyes, Li Xingyu was upset when he heard that Li Yingying was like that.

Will Li Yingying have me?

Yan Feicheng gritted his teeth angrily.

Both of them were immersed in the sadness of thinking that the other party liked Li Yingying, and their aura became fierce, their eyebrows and eyes were fierce, and they walked with wind, and the people in the corridor were frightened.

Ma Ma and the two of them are so scary QAQ!

The author has something to say:

Cheng Cheng: Why does he like her?Does she look as good as me?Am I cute?Am I smarter?

Xing Xing: Heh, men are always so stubborn!He must like Li Yingying!

Li Yingying: :)