What should I do if my deskmate is blind

The trumpet teacher said that he was asleep, and Shu Yan was too embarrassed to wake up again.

Just when he was pretending to be asleep with his eyes open, and was so pretentious that he didn't know when he would be able to raise his head, a hand waved from under his eyelids.

White and slender knuckles, thin and beautiful, well-defined but not too obtrusive.The edge of the nail is neatly trimmed, and there is a neat little crescent on the nail surface.

As if wanting to show off the hands controlling welfare to the fullest, the owner of the hand not only dangled the back of the hand under his eyelids, but also used the palm of his hand to find a sense of presence under his eyes for a while.

Very dedicated.

Shu Yan could see the thin calluses on his fingertips and joints.It looks like a hand that often plays basketball, and it seems that it often plays some musical instrument.

——Although he has not been influenced by any high art, he has always seen others play.

Immediately afterwards, his new deskmate murmured in a low voice: "Fuck, I actually fell asleep."

After Ji Chen muttered this sentence, he didn't speak any more, Shu Yan could only catch a glimpse of his body moving from the corner of his stomach.

The classmate at the table next to the corridor window asked in a low voice: "Small?"

And then... the wind from the ceiling fan above his head seemed to have subsided a little.

The classroom of No. [-] Middle School is equipped with air-conditioning, but the temperature should be set the same as his original school.

Although it is still hot at the moment, it is not turned on, only the fan.

The one on the left was flipping through the book and brushing her hair irritably——Shu Yan heard the sound of fingers quickly sweeping the strands of hair in the air, and then said angrily: "You know how to sleep when you sleep, don't sleep." His mother caught a cold while sleeping and passed it on to me, affecting my studies!"

"..." Shu Yan thought of his "what medicine to take regularly", and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

"Shu!" After class, Zhao Yi turned his head, "You dare to sleep in Boss Crab's class." Zhao Yi closed his mouth into upper brackets and gave him a thumbs up.

"..." Shu Yan twitched the corner of his mouth subtly, and changed the subject, "Boss Crab?"

"Secretly observe Boss Crab, they are all good people, SpongeBob." Zhao Yi explained to him cheerfully, "Director Xie, Lao Wang, the two of them graduated from a normal university, and they are still roommates. The legendary Xi..." Zhao Yi confidently Say, "Sippy."

"...Ah." Shu Yan finally knew who he thought Lao Wang looked like.

It's just that I didn't expect stuttering to be contagious through text chatting.

Also leaking.

"CP." Xu Muzhou couldn't listen anymore.

"Ah, that's right, that's right," Zhao Yi slapped Xu Muzhou on his shoulders, "It's still the pronunciation of our Zhouzhou, jun."

Xu Muzhou didn't hide from him either, he just asked, "Have you stabbed a gourd with a knife in your mouth today?"

Zhao Yi: "Huh?"

"The ladle has been opened." Xu Muzhou said.

"...Zhou Zhou, who can't you learn well from, learn from Chen'er." Zhao Yi looked at her.

Ji Chen propped his head to look at the scenery outside the window, not wanting to join the group chat.

Just as he was feeling uncomfortable with the fact that there were more people around him, the person who rescued him came.

"Brother Chen!" Ji Jiaqi, the Sports Commissioner, stood at the front door of the classroom and shouted loudly, "Brother Chen, Old Wang told you to go to the office at the same table!"

"..." Although he didn't quite understand why the name was Shu Yan, why it had to be so twists and turns, Ji Chen still turned his head in satisfaction, looking at Shu Yan who was sleeping in confusion.

Shu Yan was a little dazed, feeling at a loss about the identity of "Brother Chen, you are at the same table", especially when he was still in the most chaotic state when he just woke up.

So he turned his head reflexively and looked at Ji Chen.

"I'm Ji Chen." Ji Chen said.

"...Huh?" Shu Yan was deeply confused by this late self-introduction.

"He," Ji Chen pointed at Ji Jiaqi at the door with his chin tilted, "call Ji Chen's deskmate and go to Lao Wang's office."

"...Oh." Shu Yan lost control of his expression and stood up blankly.

Ji Chen looked at the back of Shu Yan walking out leisurely, and sighed.

It seems that not only is it as simple as a poor study, but also Yazi's brain is not very good.

When Shu Yan arrived at the office, Wang Guangyuan didn't have much business looking for him, he just asked him if he was still used to the new school, and if he was interested in running for a job cadre.

"I didn't directly appoint you to do it," Wang Guangyuan said, "I just think that if you have this intention, you can try it in the class committee election after the monthly exam."

"Forget it." Shu Yan smiled.

Wang Guangyuan thought for a while: "Are you afraid of delaying your studies?"

"...Ah," Shu Yan felt that he was thinking too much, so he had to say tactfully, "I'm afraid it will delay everyone's study."

"Ah?" Wang Guangyuan pinched his glasses, looked at Shu Yan with sleepy eyes and looked like he had slept for a long time, "Ah...oh." I got it, and I didn't force it, but the corners of my mouth raised again A secret smile of "I want to surprise you but I won't say it", "Okay, then I understand, the teacher will do it according to your own wishes."

Lao Wang didn't chat with him any more, and he didn't even ask "Do you get along well with the new deskmate" like a normal teacher, as if he believed that his deskmate was a good-tempered and kind boy.He just gave him a transparent file bag with two folded A4 papers inside, and said, "Shu Yan, please bring it to Sun Ye for me, let him fill it out and bring it to me."

"Yeah." Shu Yan didn't care what it was, and took it, "Then I'll go back to the classroom first... Mr. Wang."

"Okay," Wang Guangyuan smiled, "You go."

Shu Yan was not familiar with the new classmates, nor did he know who Sun Ye was, so he had to ask at least one of his classmates to find out.In this way, wouldn't there be more opportunities to communicate and get along with classmates?

"Oh, by the way," Shu Yan walked to the door of the office, Lao Wang said loudly again, "Shu Yan asked your deskmate to come too!"

"..." Shu Yan didn't turn her head back, "Oh."

I asked the nineteen-character couplet, "What medicine do you take regularly and why do you give up treatment?" Do you want to be the representative of the Chinese class?

When Shu Yan arrived in the classroom, he didn't look for Sun Ye first, but went directly to Ji Chen's desk.

Ji Chen's front table was empty, and there was a person sitting on the seat on the right hand side closest to the back door, and Ji Chen was chatting with that person across his vacant seat.

"Brother Chen, you don't know," the man laughed, "How arrogant is Gao Yi, saying that he has never had a fight in his life that he would lose. Some seats are reserved for those who can."

"Oh," his deskmate looked like a "whocare" wandering fairy, stepping on the pitiful horizontal bar of their small desk, "Let him do it, I'm not in the first place."

Immediately afterwards, he said something that made the corner of his mouth twitch: "What's the point of fighting? It's better to write poetry."

"..." Tsk, it's still a single bet.Shu Yan walked over, tapped the corner of his desk twice with his fingers, "The teacher told you to come over."

Ji Chen raised his head and subconsciously asked, "Which teacher?"

"Old..." Shu Yan didn't know when he would be able to see him again, "Teacher Wang."

"What's the matter?" Ji Chen felt dizzy when he heard it was Lao Wang, and subconsciously wanted to delay it for a while.Sit still and ask a few more questions. It is best to ring the bell right now.

Ji Chen didn't have the slightest intention to stand up, Shu Yan also looked at him, and there was an enthusiastic atmosphere of "dictating all kinds of dissatisfaction" between the two of them.

"..." Wouldn't it be better to write poetry than to fight?

Shu Yan didn't block Ji Chen from discussing with that unidentified classmate about "Who should take the seat of the boss of the [-]th High School?" He was standing in the aisle on Ji Chen's left, looking down from this angle, just in time See the tattoo behind Ji Chen's left ear.

For the dog's sake, Shu Yan didn't mind talking nonsense with him.

Sighing lightly, Shu Yan said, "I didn't say anything, let's go."

Ji Chen: "...?"

That subtle sigh coupled with that "bar", inexplicably carried the meaning of coaxing some strange creature.

Ji Chen felt as if someone hit his head with a wad of cotton.

It didn't hurt or itch, but it was indeed smashed by someone.angry?Also fucking inappropriate.

This kind of invisible aggrievedness can't be said that it can't be shown. If you say it, others will think that your fucking brain circuit has been split and turned up the mountain road.

When Ji Chen stood up depressed, he turned his eyes to the things in Shu Yan's hand.Across the transparent file bag, one can vaguely see a few words protruding from the folded A4 paper: what kind of fund and what book.

Assistant Secretary Kim?What the hell?Does this guy still write novels?Ji Chen walked out while thinking.

"Then I'll go back first, Brother Chen." Said the classmate sitting by the door.

Ji Chen raised his hand, greeted him, and left.

Only then did Shu Yan realize that the person was not in his class, and after glancing at the people in the classroom, Shu Yan stood in the last row and knocked on the desk twice.

The playful classmates somehow felt that they should calm down, and then Shu Yan asked in a moderate voice: "Who is Sun Ye?"

in the office.

"Ji Chen," Lao Wang smiled, "The teacher knows you are a good boy. You are at the same table...you help him, ah."

"..." Ji Chen didn't know whether to praise Lao Wang for having a pair of insightful eyes to see the essence through phenomena, or to ask "Is everything a good boy in your eyes".

But Ji Chen held back.

Sighing, Ji Chen asked, "Use my Chinese score of 25 to help him?"

"...Ah." Lao Wang blinked his eyes behind the round lens, "No, what I mean is," Lao Wang hurriedly said, "it's your new deskmate, he is a bit out of group. Can you help me?" Him, so that he can better integrate into our group, this big family. You two can be like the outdoor unit and the air conditioner, you are the outdoor unit, warm and generous. He is the air conditioner, responsible and cooling.”

"..." Ji Chen always felt that his Chinese was the worst, and it was partly Lao Wang's responsibility.

Is there still a need for a pause between charge and refrigeration?

"Why don't you change him to another deskmate." Ji Chen felt that his enthusiastic outdoor unit would not be able to handle the responsibility and cooling, "Have you ever seen an outdoor unit and an air conditioner placed in the same room?"

"Ah..." Lao Wang squeezed his glasses, "It's the teacher, this metaphor is not appropriate. Then you two are an air conditioner, one is in charge of heating air, and the other is in charge of cooling air. I am the external machine."

Ji Chen thought about it seriously: "Then if we two work together, wouldn't it be the air conditioner?"

Wang Guangyuan: "..."

Wang Guangyuan: "...?"