why are you forcing me to study

There was another murmur underneath.

Chen Juan looked at the entire class, and finally pointed to the only empty table in the last row, "Well, since you're tall anyway, you can just sit there, okay?"

"can."

That seat was only separated from He Qinghui by a narrow aisle.

Shan Yunche walked to that table almost under everyone's attention, gently put down his schoolbag, and took out the textbook for the first class.

The girls in the front row stared straight at him.

"Scholar's temperament is different."

"Scholar's glasses are full of wisdom."

"I really want to talk to him, but I dare not..."

Shan Yunche didn't care about the eyes of others, and flipped through the new math textbook by himself.

He Qinghui just wanted to ask, what kind of fate did he have with this little boy?

Okay, well water doesn't violate river water, last night he rushed to block him, and he took the initiative to block his own punch, so it's considered... even?

Just treat it as if you encounter a psychopath, and just pretend that this person does not exist.

It's none of his business whether he is a god of learning or a god of beauty.He Qinghui thought about it.

The bell rang for the first class, and Pan Zhongsheng walked into the classroom with crumpled teacher-specific textbooks.

The students applauded in succession.

For all the students except He Qinghui, it was the first time they met Pan Zhongsheng.

Pan Zhongsheng stood in the center of the podium, put down the textbook in his hand, and waved his hands with a smile, "I'm sorry everyone, I haven't met you until now due to personal reasons. My name..." He took out a pen and wrote three words on the whiteboard. A big and powerful character——

Pan, Zhong and Sheng.

"I am very happy that in the next two years, I will be able to spend time with my classmates in Class [-], and I will gradually get to know each of you. If you have any questions in my teaching, you can ask me, my The office is on the fourth floor opposite..."

Pan Zhongsheng had almost explained his situation, and was about to take the book and start giving lectures.

He Qing didn't bring his textbooks with him when he returned, so he just lay down and fell asleep——

He was too sleepy after not sleeping well last night, and he didn't even have the energy to hold his mobile phone.

Pan Zhongsheng was talking, and soon noticed him, and stopped, "Oh, what's wrong with that little student in the last row? Are you uncomfortable?"

Xu Yuan, who often helped He Qing cover up, said: "Teacher, he... didn't rest well at night, so you don't need to worry about him."

Pan Zhongsheng looked relieved: "It's commendable to study so hard just in the second year of high school! But no matter how hard you work, I hope you don't stay up too late. The body is the most important thing."

Xu Yuan: "..."

There was a burst of muffled laughter one after another.

Xu Yuan thought to himself, no, teacher, you are thinking too much.

Shan Yunche glanced at He Qinghui from the corner of his eye.

Sleep really dead.

It doesn't even move.

"Okay, get out of class is over so soon. Tonight's homework is the content of pages 3 and 4 of the "Class Workbook", and there is also a preview for the next class."

During the break, the atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became lazy, stretching, sleeping, going to the toilet.

At this time, an incredible thing happened.

Shan Yunche suddenly stood up, lifted the table, and put it down in the space next to He Qinghui's table, followed by the stool, then sat down and read a book as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, hey, turn around and look at the last row, there is a big surprise!"

"What... fuck! What's going on??"

"You may not believe it, but I saw it with my own eyes. Shan Yunche took the initiative to move over and sit with He Qinghui."

In order to eat melons, all the students lost their sleepiness, only He Qinghui didn't know it.

Xu Yuan in front of him kindly turned his head and patted He Qinghui on the head, "Brother Hui, get up."

He Qinghui only frowned, and pushed his hands away irritably, "Don't make trouble."

"Brother Hui, you have a deskmate."

In a word, He Qinghui instantly sobered up.

Have a deskmate?

How can it be?

He straightened up in a jerk, and found that there was someone beside him.

Little...little boy? !

He Qinghui was nothing but dumbfounded.

He looked around and finally said, "Student, what do you mean?"

Shan Yunche didn't look at him, just turned a page of the book, and replied casually: "It's not interesting."

Damn, what does it mean?

"You... don't tell me, do you mean to sit at the same table with me?"

"Ah."

Huh? !

Not to mention that He Qing returned, even Xu Yuan couldn't believe it.

Xu Yuan whispered "Wow" with emotion, and then quietly made a "congratulations" gesture to He Qinghui, "Brother Hui, a big cake from the sky, in which life did you cultivate your blessings."

Blessing is a fart, this is obviously a damn fate.

"Teacher Pan or Director Chen asked you to sit next to me?"

"No."

It means that he is in charge of himself.

"Okay, listen to me, I'll only say it once. I, He Qinghui, have always sat alone, and have never been at the same table."

Shan Yunche turned another page of the book, turned his face to the other side, and still didn't look at him, "Then you have it now."

He Qinghui wiped his face speechlessly and gave a wry smile. He rolled up his sleeves halfway, "I'll tell you the surname is Shan, be sensible and move the table back."

This time, Shan Yunche put down his pen, closed the book, turned his face to He Qinghui, "What if I don't."

"Fuck!" He Qinghui was completely irritated, and suddenly stood up and slapped the table, "You fucking..."

The monitor, Sun Yina, roared angrily: "He Qinghui! What are you going to do? You are not angry enough with the new teacher, and you still want to bully the new classmates?"

Tang Tang, the number one fan girl who has always admired him, also echoed: "Brother Hui, calm down, his new classmate didn't do anything to you, do you still want to beat him up?"

Class monitor Sun Yina is an out-and-out female man, reliable in her work, with a loud voice, and the teacher likes it.He Qinghui was the class monitor when he was not divided into classes in the first year of high school, and he still is now.No matter which class this girl is in, she is extremely majestic.

It's no good to make her unhappy, and it will probably reach Chen Juan's ears for a [-]-word review.

But He Qing recalled, please find out who is bullying whom.

This guy is obviously a rascal!

He Qinghui was about to go upstairs to find Lao Pan to comment, when the class bell rang again.

All the students returned to their seats obediently and sat down. The teacher also stood on the podium, leaving only He Qinghui standing there like a telegraph pole.

Teacher: "Student, why don't you sit down soon after class is over?"

He Qing replied: "I..."

Teacher: "Sit down quickly, or people passing by will think that the teacher made you stand for punishment, so sit down quickly."

He Qinghui: The baby is suffering in his heart, and he can't express his suffering.

Alright, Shan, I'll bear with you for another class.

Holding back his anger, He Qinghui sat down reluctantly, casually took out an English book from the belly of the table and put it on the table.

Shan Yunche stared at the teacher, and still reminded He Qinghui kindly: "This is a Chinese class."

"I want you to take care of it?"

baffling.

Simply inexplicable.

What does this person mean.

Throughout the Chinese class, people who eat melons kept looking back at the two of them.

These two faces in the same frame are called a beauty crit.

He Qinghui spent an extremely torturous class.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, he immediately rushed out to the fourth floor to find Pan Zhongsheng.

"Boom boom boom——"

Several other teachers in the math group office looked up at him, then quickly lowered their heads and went about their own business.

"Teacher Pan—"

Pan Zhongsheng is seriously preparing lessons.

"come in."

At this time, Pan Zhongsheng hadn't discovered his true face, and his impression of him was at least not that bad.This is the best time to ask.

Pan Zhongsheng turned around and looked up at He Qinghui, "Student, what difficulties did you encounter? No, wait a minute... tell the teacher what is your name first?"

"He Qing is back."

"He Qinghui..." Pan Zhongsheng put on his heavy glasses, took out the roster of the eighth class, and looked for the name line by line.

He Qinghui stooped secretly to look around——

The title of the roster is: Comprehensive Evaluation Form for Students' Quality in the First Year of Senior High School (Class Eight)

Behind the column corresponding to each classmate's name is written the results of all major exams and grade rankings in the first year of senior high school.

Good guy.

Finally finding He Qinghui's name, Pan Zhongsheng swiped his index finger from left to right.

A row of data can only be described as horrible.

He Qinghui took a deep breath.

Now it's all right, Pan Zhongsheng has a preliminary impression of him.

Pan Zhongsheng raised his head to look at the boy thoughtfully again, "What difficulties did Student He encounter?"

"Old, teacher... I, just..." He Qinghui lost all confidence in an instant, thinking that no matter what, he couldn't come here for nothing, "Teacher, student Shan Yunche moved the table next to me without authorization, and wanted to sit with me. At the same table, can you take care of it?"

"Shan Yunche? That newly transferred male classmate? Take the initiative to be at the same table with you?"

"Yes, sir! Without anyone's consent!"

He Qing returned to the subtext: Lao Pan, look, this person doesn't take you seriously, Teacher!It's too much to sit wherever you want!

Pan Zhongsheng's expression changed from surprise to surprise, and finally he patted He Qinghui's arm, "Silly boy, this is a good thing!"

"Good... good thing?!"

Lao Pan, I don't read much, so don't joke with me.

"That's right! As far as I know, this student Shan Yunche turned out to be an elite member of Boying, and he is a quiet person. Sitting with him will only benefit you and not harm you!"

"Teacher...it's not what you think..."

"Son, the teacher knows that you didn't do well in the first year of high school. It doesn't matter. The past doesn't mean anything. Now that you are in the second year of high school, everything can start again. It just so happens that classmate Shan can teach you well. Isn't that great? What's wrong with you?" satisfy?"

"I……"

Teacher, I am not satisfied, not anywhere.

"Besides, there are 57 people in our eighth class. Now that one of you has come to be your deskmate, there will be no more empty desks in the classroom. The whole class looks good, isn't it better?"

He Qinghui only had countless dirty words in his heart.

But he couldn't speak.

Do not understand.

I really don't understand.

A scumbag has no right to speak.

In the end, He Qing returned to the classroom in disgrace.

The little boy was still sitting there reading a book.

What to do, I have to think of a way.

He was used to being alone, and he couldn't accept having a deskmate, let alone having a deskmate who was better than him in every aspect.

what to do?Why don't you just move the table and stool to the end of the second group?

In this way, only the state officials are allowed to set fires and the people are not allowed to light lamps?

Besides, he didn't violate any school rules when He Qing went back, so he was afraid of changing his position without authorization?