Talking tablemates chase after me

Mingxi's muttering was so small that it was almost just for herself, but the classroom discipline in the liberal arts experimental class in front of the head teacher was terribly good——

Ding Jinyu still heard it.

He was tall, and sat in the last row of the classroom with Mingxi, by the window; the sunlight at eight or nine in the morning in Panyang City was very bright, crawling through the window frame and spreading on Mingxi's face.

Ding Jinyu turned her head and glanced at her deskmate. Mingxi lowered her head and took notes with a serious face, as if nothing had happened; but the only advantage of the other party, the dimple on the right cheek, was gone.

He also turned his head and carefully picked up the writing on the blackboard, but he didn't know if he was still studying or not.

"Then let's stop here today; now there is no inter-class exercises during make-up classes, you can go to the playground by yourself during big breaks, and don't fight around in the teaching building." The bell rang for the end of class, and Teacher Song didn't seem to like dragging the class , she said while sorting out the handouts: "Mingxi, come to my office."

Ming Xi and Teacher Song walked out of the classroom. Teacher Song just put the handouts back in the office and took Ming Xi to the flower bed in front of the teaching building.

"Mingxi." Teacher Song said as he walked, "Teacher, you didn't seem to be in a good mood the whole class just now. Did you encounter any problems?"

"It's nothing, Teacher Song." Ming Xi answered very obediently.

"As for Ding Jinyu, he just came back from abroad. Actually, I don't know much about his situation. I only know that his parents are not around, and he seems to live alone." Teacher Song's voice is gentle and serious, and everyone who listens to her will not realize it Seriously, "It seems that he still lives very close to you; the teacher originally wanted you to take care of him like the previous transfer students, but it seems..."

"You guys didn't get along very well this time? If you have any questions, you can talk to the teacher directly."

Ming Xi didn't answer right away this time, but he looked at Teacher Song with big and round eyes, with a cute and serious face.

Not happy?

It doesn't seem to be counted.

He just didn't know what else to say to his new tablemate.

Teacher Song also turned to look at Mingxi, "I heard from Ding Jinyu's father that he left Panyang City when he was about eight or nine years old, and he never came back during that time."

"Although I don't know more about the situation, his family should be quite special. Sensitivity and discomfort are inevitable when he first arrives in a new environment, and he may also be difficult to get along with; if you don't embarrass you ——" She stopped and looked at Ming Xi seriously, "The teacher still hopes that you can help him adapt to the new study life as soon as possible."

"Of course if you really have a hard time getting along with him..."

Teacher Song was talking, but was interrupted by a few students passing by to say hello.

"No problem! Teacher Song." Ming Xi didn't wait for Teacher Song to continue, the dimple on the right cheek had returned.

"Well, that's good, but if you have any problems, you should communicate with the teacher in time." Teacher Song pushed his glasses with a smile, "It's because Ding Jinyu has good grades. I arranged you to sit at the same table, and I hope he can help you."

"After all, you got stuck in our liberal arts experimental class." She patted Ming Xi on the shoulder, "After the placement test at the end of the second year of high school, I hope your name can still appear on the roster of class 31. "

Ming Xi scratched her head with a smile, said goodbye to Teacher Song, then turned and went back to the teaching building.

The morning passed quickly, Ding Jinyu was a little awkward, but he thought he might be hungry.

In fact, he also wanted to apologize, at least he had been taught by his grandparents since he was a child, and he felt that he should at least say sorry; but Mingxi never spoke to him again, and he couldn't find a chance to speak.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, before the teacher left the classroom, the deskmate beside him stood up; he paused for a second, then got up to make way for Ming Xi.

But his deskmate didn't move.

He curled his lips and raised his head, facing the bright and beautiful dimples.

"Let's go—why are you standing there?" Ming Xi raised her hand, "Let's go to the cafeteria to eat, I'm about to starve to death!"

Ding Jinyu looked around suspiciously, making sure that Ming Xi was really talking to her.

It made him not used to it.

Before the age of seven, he ate at a small table with his grandparents, and his grandparents would always pick up food for him; after his grandparents passed away, he lived at his aunt’s house for two years, eating at the same table with Ding Yinan, But it's also delicious.

It's just that after he left his aunt's house at the age of nine, he didn't eat at the same table with anyone again.

"I'm not hungry." He replied slightly embarrassed.

Zhou Hao turned his head and stared at Ming Xi, "Let's go?"

"Go—" Ming Xi raised her leg to step over Ding Jinyu's stool, and walked around behind him.

The classroom was already empty, Ding Jinyu stood by the window and watched the huddled crowd outside, rubbing his forehead in annoyance.

The crowded environment always makes him inexplicably irritable.

He returned to his seat and lay down to rest, planning to wait until there were fewer people before going out.

"Hey—Mingxi!" The corridor was a bit empty during meal time, and Zhou Hao's voice seemed abrupt, "Slow down! Wait for me..."

Ding Jinyu didn't sleep well yesterday. He fell asleep when he was lying on the table, and was suddenly woken up. He raised his head irritably, and saw that Mingxi had already run into the classroom, and Zhou Hao was leaning against the door frame, panting heavily. .

"Here—" Mingxi's voice was somewhat panting, he walked to Ding Jinyu's side, and threw a small plastic bag on Ding Jinyu's desk.

Ding Jinyu stared at the bread and milk in the bag without looking up.

"Oh, that's right—" Ming Xi took out another box of Band-Aids from his trouser pocket and put them on Ding Jinyu's desk, "And this."

Ding Jinyu looked up suspiciously, and saw Ming Xi clenched his fist with his right hand, and with the other finger he pointed at the peak of his phalanx.

Zhou Hao had already followed, and Ding Jinyu saw that he was a bit shorter than Ming Xi and insisted on putting his elbow on Ming Xi's shoulder, which was a bit funny.

"That..." Mingxi shook off Zhou Hao's hand, and before Ding Jinyu could answer, she had already pulled Zhou Hao's school uniform and walked out, "Go play ball, let's go—"

"Hey—" Zhou Hao howled while being dragged away, "Mingxi! What kind of ball are you playing?"

Ding Jinyu finally looked down at his right hand after hearing the chattering voices of the two people walking away; there were a few small wounds on the phalanx joints, probably because he had used a little force when he hit the wall, so small that he didn't notice it at all before. arrive.

"Brother Ming—" Zhou Hao was dragged away without affecting his curiosity, "What are we going to play?"

"If you keep yelling, you don't have to play ball—" Ming Xi raised her hand again and threatened, "I'll hit you!"

"No, then why are we going?" Zhou Hao shrank his neck in the usual way, "I ran away to death just now, why don't we use the air conditioner in the classroom when it's so hot?"

"Play basketball!" Ming Xi said casually.

Zhou Hao scratched his head, "When will I be able to play basketball, why don't I know?"

"Then watch me fight!" Ming Xi persisted and dragged Zhou Hao out.

"I know you used to be able to hit me, but I haven't seen you hit me since high school." Zhou Hao's question was not relentless. "What crazy are you smoking today?"

After leaving the teaching building, Ming Xi finally let go, and turned to stare at Zhou Hao, "Why do you have so many questions today?"

"Because you're so weird today!" Zhou Hao counted on his fingers, "It's like you're fighting a war today, you dragged me back after you finished eating, and just brought a piece of bread for your tablemate—"

"As for?" He rolled his eyes with a grin, "I'm not allowed to turn on the air conditioner in the classroom..."

These two people have known each other since their mothers' wombs, and they probably responded to the saying that birds of a feather flock together and people are divided into groups. Zhou Hao's words are no less than Ming Xi's.

"Are you stupid?" Ming Xi finally slapped Zhou Hao's arm this time, obviously this time it was very sudden, Zhou Hao didn't have time to hide, "Look at my tablemate, is it different from us? ?”

"Is it a little bit less talkative? No, the top students in the class don't seem to talk much..." Zhou Hao asked himself and answered, scratching his head inexplicably, "Is that pretty? By the way—"

"Your new deskmate is too good-looking!" He exaggeratedly gave a thumbs up, "Looks like a half-breed!"

"That's called profound facial features!" Ming Xi gave Zhou Hao a white look, "Who told you that!"

"Then what else? Oh—" Zhou Hao curled his lips, "He's very fierce!"

"That's called burden!" Mingxi raised an eyebrow at Zhou Hao pretending to be mysterious, "They are cold and academic bullies, they are handsome, and they have burdens, understand?"

"I don't understand." Although he didn't understand, Zhou Hao already felt that he was about to hear some great secret, so he hurriedly approached Mingxi, "What burden?"

"School grass burden! Hahaha——" Seeing Zhou Hao taking the bait, Mingxi laughed wildly, and Zhou Hao chased him around.

The two fought for a while, but in the end they couldn't resist the scorching sun at noon, and hid in the shade of a tree to catch their breath.

Zhou Hao scratched his head in puzzlement, "So what are you ordering?"

"Anyway, I'm at the same table...he's different from us." Ming Xi was probably tired from running, so he sighed and became a little more serious, "If it's in front of other people, he probably won't do anything to him. Accepted, so—”

"Send it back before everyone returns to the classroom!"

And he had to slip away after delivery, and Ding Jinyu couldn't be given a chance to refuse.

He took the opportunity to slap Zhou Hao again, "Stupid!"

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the classroom, with dimples on his face, he put Zhou Hao's shoulders on his shoulders, and joked: "They are school girls, they have to pay attention to their own image!"

What Mingxi teased Zhou Hao was half true and half false.

He didn't know what the school grass was like, and he definitely couldn't tell the privacy of his new deskmate. He just felt that his deskmate was somewhat awkward.

Even though my stomach growled during class, didn't I also say that I wasn't hungry?

Thinking of this, Ming Xi curled her lips, feeling that her new deskmate was really difficult to understand.

Standing by the window, Ding Jinyu saw the two people who were going to play basketball running around in front of the teaching building, and frowned inexplicably.

The afternoon class was infinitely prolonged amidst the heat and sleepiness. Ding Jinyu felt that the time passed too slowly, and the relationship with her deskmate was a bit awkward.

His deskmate dropped a bag of "good intentions" at noon and ran away, regardless of whether he took it or not...

Ding Jinyu thought, no matter whether he accepts it or not, he still has to pay back the money. He is not used to owing people anything, especially since he is not familiar with Ming Xi——

He doesn't seem to know anyone well.

But today's young people rarely have cash on them, and he doesn't know how to ask his deskmate to scan the QR code.

Mingxi seemed to be doing it on purpose, and she didn't speak to him for a whole afternoon. She just stood up and poked his arm lightly at the end of each class; whenever he turned his head, Mingxi would always feel embarrassed. Smiling, he stretched out his finger and pointed to the direction of the classroom door, signaling that he wanted to go out. He stood up helplessly to make way, and Mingxi would immediately disappear without a trace, leaving him no chance at all.

Finally, the bell rang for the end of the last class. Fortunately, there was no late self-study during the make-up class. Ding Jinyu finally breathed a sigh of relief. The problem that he had been holding back for a whole day was finally all right...

Think about it tomorrow.

When Zhou Hao heard the bell, he ran towards the door like a rabbit, and was caught by Mr. Li, who was teaching politics on the podium.

"Zhou Hao, where are you going? Run away when I finish my homework assignment? Who are you waiting to copy tomorrow?"

Zhou Hao scratched his head embarrassingly at the back door, and the escape plan fell through.

After Teacher Li left, Ding Jinyu didn't wait for Ming Xi to speak, he stood up to get out of the way, and then slowly packed his schoolbag; Teacher Song asked him to talk about things in the office after school, and he wanted to wait until people had almost left before going.

"Zhou Hao—" Ming Xi yelled at the door of the classroom, "Lao Li's office is looking for you! Hurry up!"

Hearing the voice, Ding Jinyu raised her head, and followed the direction of Mingxi's eyes to look at the back of the classroom.

He is tall and has long legs, and at 1.8 meters [-], he has always been regarded as the best among his peers. Only then did he realize that there is actually someone in the class who looks taller than him and has a particularly strong physique.

The short and thin Zhou Hao was blocked by the back door of the classroom, looking like a kid who was being blackmailed by bad boys.

Ding Jinyu still remembered the conversation in the morning, this person was probably Wang Lei.

Hearing Ming Xi's call, Zhou Hao lowered his head and got out from under Wang Lei's arm, and ran towards Ming Xi's direction; Ding Jinyu also put down his packed schoolbag, and followed to the outside of the classroom.

"Why is Lao Li looking for me? Just because I sneaked away when get out of class was over?" Zhou Hao asked Ming Xi as he dragged him along.

"Who is looking for you? I made it up." Mingxi patted Zhou Hao, "Hurry up, your grandpa is still waiting!"

"Brother Ming, you're so smart!" Zhou Hao wanted to put Ming Xi's shoulders on him again, but Ming Xi dodged him, "But I haven't got my schoolbag yet..."

"Is it still possible to leave with the schoolbag?" Mingbai gave Zhou Hao a white look, "Hurry up! I'll bring it back for you later, and come to my house to get it after you finish your meal."

"Brother Ming! Thank you so much!"

Before Mingxi raised his hand to threaten, Zhou Hao ran away.

Zhou Hao ran away, and Ming Xi also stood still in the empty corridor. He was about to turn around and go back to the classroom, but when he turned around, he bumped into the person behind him.

Ding Jinyu put his hands in his trouser pockets and followed behind the two with his head down. Mingxi turned around suddenly and bumped into them.

Thinking about what happened in the morning, is it even this time?

"Oh! You—" Ming Xi turned around and saw the person behind her, her voice gradually lowered, "Why are you eavesdropping on others..."

Ding Jinyu glanced at Ming Xi.

It's so loud and you need to eavesdrop?

He felt that it was reasonable for Mingxi to repeat his studies in the third year of junior high school. This person had some mental problems.

Maybe he could talk to Mingxi, so he bypassed her and went to Teacher Song's office.

Ming Xi looks small, not a tall face, he will pass by the other party, only to realize that Ming Xi is only half a head shorter than himself.

He lowered his head on a whim, leaning against Ming Xi's ear and teased in a low voice: "Next time you have to whisper that."