Talking tablemates chase after me

After a short delay, there was no one in the teacher's office, but Ding Jinyu still knocked on the door.

"Here we come." Teacher Song got up and pulled a chair for him, "Sit down and talk."

"I wanted to contact you before the start of school to ask about the department, but the phone has not been connected. Do you use the number you left earlier?" When the students pulled up the bench and sat down, Teacher Song smiled casually, "The new number is also at the teacher's place. Sign up for one."

Ding Jinyu didn't answer immediately.

The phone rang a few times before, a few times he was fighting and didn't see it, and a few times even if he saw it, he didn't bother to answer it from an unfamiliar number.

"I didn't see or hear it." He said perfunctorily.

"If you don't change it, can this number be added to your WeChat?" Teacher Song is a careful female teacher. Facing the students' obvious perfunctory, she kept her cool, "Teacher, please pull you into the WeChat group of the class, you can Chat with classmates, and I will also notify the group in the group if there are any temporary arrangements for the school."

Ding Jinyu remembered that he didn't know how to pay back the money, and it would be solved if he could add WeChat.

"Yeah." He nodded and took out his phone.

After more than ten years of teaching career, Mr. Song is very measured in how he cares about students. After she took out her mobile phone and pulled Ding Jinyu into the group, she no longer deliberately focused on Ding Jinyu, but got up and walked to the drinking fountain pour water.

"I probably understand that you live alone now. If you have any problems in your life, you can also find me on WeChat." When she turned her back, she said something casually, as if chatting.

Ding Jinyu said "hmm" again.

"Have you enjoyed getting along with your new classmates?" Teacher Song had already returned to his seat, and handed Ding Jinyu a glass of warm water by the way, "Mingxi is an enthusiastic and outgoing child, and he lives very close to your home."

"In the past, when a transfer student came to our class, I would arrange to sit at the same table with him. He could always bring new students to familiarize themselves with the school environment faster and better integrate into the class."

"Hmm." Ding Jinyu thought of the boy who was panting slightly at noon and the bread and band-aids thrown on the table, so he gave an evaluation, "Very good."

It's just a bit wordy.

He wondered if he should tell Teacher Song that he wanted to change seats with Ming Xi, after all, if he had to be poked on the arm more than a dozen times a day in the next few days, he couldn't guarantee whether Ming Xi would be beaten.

"But I only saw Mingxi and Zhou Hao in the cafeteria at noon." Teacher Song turned his head to look at Ding Jinyu, "If there is any inconvenience, you can tell the teacher directly."

Ding Jinyu suspected that Mr. Song did not study geography in the normal school, but psychology.

"I want to change seats." He said directly.

"Mingxi's grades are mediocre, but he's still very honest in class, otherwise I wouldn't let him sit at your table." Teacher Song took a sip of water from his cup and said calmly, "It's just that the get out of class might be a little noisy. "

She was noncommittal, "You can also go out with him to have a chat and make a fuss, and it would be good for him to introduce some new classmates to you."

This time Ding Jinyu didn't even bother to say "um" perfunctorily.

Teacher Song is very smart in psychology, she didn't continue to talk, but changed the topic to study, chatted with Ding Jinyu for a few more words, and let people go.

When Ding Jinyu returned to the classroom, everyone was gone; he picked up his packed schoolbag and was about to leave, only to see Ming Xi coming from the front door of the classroom carrying a clean rag.

He thought how smart his new deskmate was. It turned out that the way to help Zhou Hao out was to help Wang Lei do the daily work.

With just one meeting, Ding Jinyu was even more sure of his previous thoughts——

His new deskmate is very nosy, stupid and long-winded.

The school was almost empty of people, but the bus stop at the school gate was still crowded with people; Ding Jinyu glanced briefly as he passed by, and finally went straight to the public bicycle parking spot on the side of the road.

He lives not far from the school, and at his own speed, it takes about 15 minutes to ride a bicycle.

When he took out his mobile phone and was about to scan the QR code to pick up the car, he heard a "click" when he lowered his head. It was the sound of someone picking up the car next to him.

He raised his head and bumped into Ming Xi's dimple again.

"Together?" Ming Xi smiled with eyebrows crooked.

Ding Jinyu lowered his head and clenched the phone tightly in his hand. He remembered the embarrassment in the long silence in the afternoon, and before he had time to refuse, Ming Xi had already opened his mouth.

"It's okay——" Ming Xi had already stepped onto the car seat, "I'll leave first if you have something to do."

Staring at Ming Xi's bicycle quickly disappeared; Ding Jinyu felt that her deskmate was too strange.

It's really stupid to be stupid, but now this wave of "understanding" is a bit unprepared.

And about noon...

Ming Xi rode not too slowly along the way, and Ding Jinyu followed him far away. At a traffic light intersection, he saw Ming Xi turn into the alley next to it. There was a row of old bungalows in it; , he also arrived home.

It seems that Mr. Song didn't talk nonsense, the two of them live very close.

He looked up and looked ahead, and the billboard read, "Down payment starting from [-], you can enjoy a high-rise apartment."

Panyang City is a small [-]th-tier city located at the junction of Sichuan and Yunnan, and housing prices are still so cheap. Even though he has been away for so many years, even the streets have not changed much.

But there are always some things that become so thorough.

When he opened the door, the darkness of the living room and the musty smell of the old house without fireworks made him frown instantly.

He lived here for nine years, from birth to the death of his grandparents, plus his cousin who was fearless; although he had never met his parents, he had a very warm childhood.

But after that, it was close to eight years of dependents, and he often needed to transfer schools and move.

Now he finally came back here again, but finally he couldn't go back to the warmest home in his memory.

He unloaded his schoolbag, took off his shoes, casually threw them aside, and walked towards the master bedroom.

Pushing open the door, turning on the light, he walked in and stood in front of a yellowed black and white portrait, and put down the few chrysanthemums he bought on the side of the road.

Looking at the faces of his grandparents in the photo, he still smiled kindly.

The doctor repeatedly reminded that ups and downs of emotions would affect his sleep, he took two deep breaths, tried not to recall, and then closed the door and left.

Long-term medication will lead to drug dependence and terrible drug resistance. After all, he is still young. The doctor suggested that he should do more exercise and control his emotions to improve his severe sleep disturbance, so he has developed a good habit——

Nine o'clock every night, the unshakeable night running time.

It's just that he made some changes in today's night running itinerary; thinking of the "grand occasion" at the bus stop at the school gate after school, he decided to familiarize himself with the route to and from school by bike.

On the way back, in the afternoon, I saw a young man pacing anxiously under the warm yellow street lights at the intersection where Ming Xi turned. His back looked familiar.

Ding Jinyu slowed down, and when he approached, he saw beads of sweat dripping from Ming Xi's forehead.

Mingxi saw Ding Jinyu riding a bicycle and rushed out; Ding Jinyu didn't even have time to react, if he hadn't slowed down the speed earlier, he almost caused a car accident.

"Can I borrow your car?" Ming Xi looked back at a row of empty public bicycle racks behind her, "It's too late, it's not easy to take a taxi here."