why are you forcing me to study

"..."

Sorry, I don't really want to see you.

After returning to the dormitory, He Qinghui folded the new clothes one by one and put them in the closet.

Cut, Shan, just wait, wait until the master is rich, and throw all the money for these clothes in your face.

After the monthly exam, all courses will return to normal.

According to the schedule, this section is a Chinese class.When the class bell rang, I saw Chen Juan stepping on high heels and entering the eighth classroom with a textbook.

There was a murmur underneath.

"Hey, where is our lovely teacher Zhang? Why is she a female devil?"

"Did the female devil go to the wrong shift?"

"Hush—you can keep your voice down, and be careful not to be heard! Do you want to die?"

Chen Juan stood on the podium, and the discussion disappeared instantly.

"Your teacher Zhang has something to do. I will take this Chinese class."

Everyone couldn't help but gasp.

Chen Juan is both the grade director and the leader of the language group, so her level is naturally higher than that of other teachers. Currently, she only takes over one class and one science class.

"In this class, we will not teach new lessons, but the composition of the monthly exam."

When it comes to composition, He Qinghui has the confidence.

The composition this time exceeded the class average and grade average.

Consciously or unintentionally, he straightened his waist.

Chen Juan adjusted the loudspeaker and moved the small speaker to her mouth, "He Qinghui, Shan Yunche, bring the answer sheets for both of you here."

Shan Yunche got up and handed the two answer sheets to the podium together.

She first projected He Qinghui's video on the big screen.

This extremely recognizable dog crawl is eye-catching.

"He Qing returned this article, and I gave it a high score. Not to mention the handwriting gave me a headache. This is a very standard argumentative essay. The point of view is clear, reasonable, and can justify itself." She commented While drawing a few key point sentences with wavy lines with a red pen, "These central sentences are quite accurate..."

He Qinghui has always been used to hearing Chen Juan's criticisms, but now he is really not used to such a sudden series of compliments.

Even Xu Yuan couldn't help but turned around and muttered in a low voice: "Yo, brother Hui, the female devil still praises you, it's so rare."

To be honest, this composition is just a template composition, it just randomly flipped through Shan Yunche's "Composition Materials" before the exam, and found a model composition with a clearer framework to imitate.

"If you don't want a high score in the composition, but only want to be reasonable, you can refer to the structure of this article to write an argumentative essay. Many topics are applicable."

Chen Juan immediately replaced Shan Yunche's answer sheet.

Sun Yina frowned, "It's still a great god's handwriting is pleasing to the eye, reading He Qinghui's handwriting is too tortured."

"Our classmate Shan Yunche's article is cut from a rather special angle, and can be progressive layer by layer, from the shallower to the deeper, with rhythm and structure, and the expression of the language is also very concise and beautiful. The most valuable thing is , can dig this point of view very deeply and thoroughly. For students who want to improve their composition, they can study this article carefully."

The answer sheets of the two were pasted side by side on the wall at the back of the class, and many students gathered to watch after class.

He Qinghui raised Erlang's legs, and rubbed his chin triumphantly, "Ha, I'm also someone who can climb the back wall! I'm so awesome hahaha!"

Shan Yunche couldn't help rubbing his hair.

Being patted on the head like this, He Qing turned back and immediately pulled it down, "Fuck, how many times have you been told not to touch your head! You can pat my head if you are taller than me?"

It's just terrible, how can it be so cute.

I can't wait to put it in my pocket so that no one can see it.

The sports meeting is just around the corner, and the students in each class are hurrying up to practice their own projects in various pieces of time.

In the past few days, He Qinghui went to the playground to run a few laps after his evening self-study, and returned to the dormitory very late in sweat.

As soon as he came out of the shower, he found a bowl of peeled apples on the table.

Shan Yunche cut it for him.

Just dry mouth.

"Uh, thank you."

While eating the apple, he remembered what Li Jie said before that he was the little daughter-in-law.

It's so funny, looking at it now... It's obvious that Shan Yunche is the little daughter-in-law!

Shan Yunche rested his chin to watch him eat an apple, raised his hand to brush away the wet hair on his forehead, "Is it sweet?"

The cool fingertips lightly brushed the skin on the forehead, tickling it.

He Qing moved back to the side, trying to avoid his sight.

"It's okay."

"Is sports so important?"

He Qing was taken aback for a moment.

I never thought he would ask that.

After thinking about it for so long, the sports meeting is really the one thing he takes most seriously.

"It's important, of course it's important! Wait a minute, I'll show you my master's achievements..." As he spoke, he went to the bottom drawer of his bookcase and took out a lot of shiny medals. Heaps! There are also junior high school ones!"

Shan Yunche only smiled lightly.

"Shan Yunche, don't tell me, you are so good at sports, have you never participated in a sports meeting?"

"Ah."

Co-author He didn't know to sign up for the sports meeting when he was in junior high school and Boying? !This is probably not a nerd.

He Qing recalled that he seemed to have signed up for the long jump that day, so he asked, "Hey, how did you sign up this time?"

Shan Yunche said truthfully, "Because of you."

... What is the reason for this.

The sports meeting lasted for three days, and students who were not athletes had to sit in the stands outside the playground as spectators for three days, which also meant that they didn't have to go to class for three days.

He Qinghui didn't intend to let himself be idle.

Men's [-], [-], high jump, [-]x[-] relay, shot put.

In the early morning of this day, the sun was shining brightly and the light was extremely hot. Many people arrived at the stands with umbrellas and sunscreen.

He Qinghui surprisingly woke up earlier than Shan Yunche for the first time, just to go to the playground to warm up.

When Shan Yunche woke up, he found that He Qinghui had already left.

It will be great when he has this kind of enthusiasm for learning.Shan Yunche thought so.

After waking up, he was about to brush his teeth, and he was even more surprised to find that there were two prunes and vegetables on the table, and a cup of hot soybean milk.

There is a note on the soy milk: I left early today, I bought it for you, finish it all, don't waste it!Just to repay your favor, nothing else.

this fool.

Who buys breakfast for others but buys what they like?

Shan Yunche sat down, savoring this ordinary steamed stuffed bun one bite at a time.

Dried plums.

Sweet.

At the opening ceremony, each class lined up in a square formation in order, each class changed into a uniform and lined up, and the playground was like a hundred flowers blooming.

Xu Yuan stood at the front of the line, patted the white T-shirt on his face with disgust, "If you ask me, Lao Pan is a bit too stingy, look at other class uniforms that are so good-looking, and how is it?" The Japanese style is British college style. Our class looks like an old man's shirt, and it's not as good-looking as the school uniform..."

Although Yu Chenchen felt that this set of clothes was too simple, she couldn't help but tell the truth: "Well, it depends on who wears the clothes whether they look good or not."

She pouted to Shan Yunche, who was holding a banner in front of her, "Look at my god, he just wore this old man's shirt to look like a teenager."

"Hey, with my height and appearance, I'm sure I can't compare with the Great God. I still have this bit of self-knowledge. An old man is an old man... But, still say me, you don't look like an aunt in your clothes?"

"Who do you say is the aunt?!"

Before Yu Chenchen swung her fist, Sun Yina grabbed Xu Yuan's ear from behind, "I'll give you another chance to repeat, who is the aunt?"

Xu Yuan quickly bent down and begged for mercy, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the class monitor, I was wrong!! I'm an aunt, I'm an aunt!! Brother Chen is a goddess! I'm the one who has eyes but no words!! I was wrong!!"

Sun Yina finally let him go, "It's not too bad, I almost thought you were tired of working."

The phalanx moved forward rhythmically.

Shan Yunche looked around the entire playground but didn't see He Qinghui.

So he took a small step back and turned his head in Xu Yuan's direction, "Xu Yuan, do you know where He Qinghui is?"

"Brother Hui, he seemed to say that he was going out of school to buy something just now, and it's true, it's almost our class and he hasn't come back yet."

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, He Qinghui saw the sign of the eighth class and ran over in a hurry, panting in place, sweating profusely.

"call--"

Xu Yuan quickly followed his back, "Really, what are you in such a hurry to buy? You still have a competition today, don't waste your energy like this."

He Qinghui straightened up and waved his hands, "I didn't buy anything." Then he stood in the front row to hold the banner with Shan Yunche.

One didn't pay attention, and it happened to be held in his hand.

There is a cool touch in the palm of your hand.

The two looked at each other in unison.

He Qinghui moved his hand under the pole subconsciously, turning his face to the other side.

Since he was born, he hasn't had so much physical contact with anyone.

After the performance of the previous class finished, the sound of the horn on the rostrum became louder, "The students who came to us next were the students of Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School. ' as the slogan..."

The whole team is ready to go down the rostrum.

While he was about to leave, Shan Yunche hooked the corner of his mouth, loosened his hand, and slid down lightly, encircling the back of He Qinghui's hand.

He Qinghui turned his head abruptly, meeting his look that deserved to be beaten.

"Fuck you,"

Sun Yina said impatiently at the back: "What are you doing? You're already in our class. Didn't you hear the loudspeaker calling several times? Hurry up and move forward."

He Qing replied: "..."

on purpose.

Shan Yunche definitely did it on purpose.

In desperation, He Qinghui had no choice but to walk forward together with him, raising the class flag.

He Qinghui and Shan Yunche are not only the school's influential figures, but also the face of the class, standing in front of the class together is very eye-catching.

The program prepared by Class [-] was a simple and boring dance, and these two people just stood on both sides as a foil.

Obviously, the judges on the rostrum were attracted by these two boys the whole time.

People are always irresistible to beautiful things.Even after the show ended, Class [-] left, and some classes below, they still couldn't forget the scene just now.

After the show, after watching the show, each grade went to sit in the designated position of the stands one after another.

Due to too many events, He Qinghui didn't go to the stage with the class team, but went directly to the high jump venue.

The place where Shan Yunche was sitting happened to be next to a row of girls in the next class.

He looked down at his phone, not even noticing who was sitting next to him.

The girls were so excited that they couldn't calm down at all.

The girl A who is closest to him has been pushed by other girls to ask him for WeChat.

"Didn't you send water to the Great God? At least he can remember you?"

"Oh, why are you so cowardly, the opportunity is close at hand! Hurry up!"

"You are the hope of all the girls in our class!"

Girl A sweated for herself, "I..."

"Don't hesitate! Do you have any other opportunities to sit so close to the Great God? Don't miss this opportunity!!"

Girl A thought about it.

It really doesn't.

Even if she is given eight lifetimes, it is impossible for her to go to the first class of exams.

Maybe this really is the only chance.

Well, go all out!

Girl A gave herself a sigh of relief from the bottom of her heart, and turned her head to ask Shan Yunche: "Student Shan...you, hello."

Shan Yunche was stunned for a moment before putting down his phone to look at her.

"what's up."

Girl A felt her heart beating so hard that she was about to burst out of her skin!

Seen from such a close distance, his facial features are more refined and stylish.

Girl A swallowed her saliva, and continued: "Well... I'm from Class Nine, uh, I brought you water last time."

It was the girl He Qing pointed at.

Shan Yunche lowered his eyes slightly, "I seem to have a little impression."

Girl A was very happy, "Really! Uh, that is, I want to add you on WeChat... I read your math answer sheet for the monthly exam, and I didn't understand some parts. I want to go back and ask you online, but, yes Well?"

The high jump side was inspecting, and He Qinghui stood not far away and waited.

The angle of the station is just right to see the whole picture of the Class [-] stands.

Shan Yunche was still very conspicuous sitting inside.

Why does he seem to be... chatting with a girl?

While chatting, you handed the phone to the girl?

Could this be... adding WeChat?

The author has something to say: You Baozi asked the update frequency.I’ve been outside for the past two days, so I’ve been using it for saving manuscripts. It’s probably going to stop for a day on the [-]th. After the [-]th, I’ll update it every day. At that time, I’ll put the update time on the copywriting@[email protected]

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