not brilliant

It was the first time for Jing Can to experience the monthly exam of No.21 Middle School.Different from Class 30, Su Yan, the head teacher of Class 10, is a young man wearing glasses. He looks at most [-] years old.Su Yan taught them geography, and Zhou Zhe said that he graduated from a prestigious school and was hired by the school with a high salary.On Sunday night, [-] minutes before the end of school, Su Yan said that this exam is still the same as before. The students in the two rows on the far right of the classroom move their desks to the lounge. The bookcase at the bottom of the feet and the extra books on the table are also placed in the lounge first. Be careful not to lose your name.

The students in the class took it for granted, and they had already started to act before Su Yan's voice fell completely.For the sake of everyone's eyesight, the seats in the classroom are rotated once a month, and the same table is not separated, and everyone moves two rows to the left.Jing Can sat at the window seat on the far right at first, but after changing tables twice, she was already at a position where she didn't need to move the table out.

The students in the two rows on the right were miserable. They had to move tables, chairs and stools. The boys in the class offered help to the girls one after another. Jing Can saw it and felt that the scene of tacit help was very warm.But he soon discovered a problem—almost all the girls had boys to help them, but the girl with short hair in the fifth row was still tidying up slowly, and there was no one around to help move the table.

There are two ways for Jing Can to remember the names of people in the class. One is to take the initiative to talk to him, such as Wen Xiangying, such as her deskmate Zhou Zhe, and the other is to use the teacher's roll call when answering questions in class. .At this moment, Jing Can found that after staying in this class for so long, he still didn't know this girl, nor did he know her name.He looked around for a week, and after hesitating, he still asked Zhou Zhe first.

"What's the girl's name?"

There were actually three people in the direction he pointed, but Zhou Zhe didn't seem to have any doubts about who he was asking, and replied, "Liu Ya."

It seems that there will be one or two isolated people in every class, no matter high school, junior high school, or elementary school.They either walk with their heads down forever, look at people with their heads down, or they don’t have a handsome appearance in the eyes of others, or they are withdrawn and never talk to others. The reasons for their isolation are not necessarily the same, but if these When people stand together with so-called normal groups, you can always identify them at a glance by their posture and expression.

——Maybe they weren't like this before, but they gradually became like this later on.

In a normal group, in fact, not all are people who hate them and want to tease them. Most of the people in this group have a neutral attitude.But it's a pity that once a faction is formed, in the eyes of neutral people, if they don't stand in line, they will become the one who is isolated, so they stand in the "safe" camp one after another, taking "I never bullied her" as their Comforted in my heart, I watched the campus violence with cold eyes, or the campus cold violence.

Jing Can never took the initiative to speak to people he didn't know, and he has adhered to this principle for many years.But amidst the din of people, Liu Ya's appearance of hunched back and lowered head was really out of place.In a good painting, such abrupt scenes should not exist.Jing Can turned around and walked towards the table that no one approached.But before he could get there, a hand was on the table.

——There is also a very small group of people who are dazzling and kind, and they are never afraid of being isolated.Of course, this kindness will be understood by others as they are entitled to be kind.

Wen Xiangying glanced at the boy next to him: "Is it the eyes that are not good or the arms?"

The two boys who were caught by her stood up with a playful smile: "Wrong, wrong, don't do anything, let's do it."

The implication is that we are helping you, not Liu Ya.

Jing Can had already walked to Wen Xiangying's side, Wen Xiangying saw him, and waved to the two boys: "Continue to sit."

The two boys glanced at Jing Can, then at Wen Xiangying's obviously displeased expression, and actually retreated back to their original positions embarrassingly.

I don't know how many people in the class are watching this side. Jing Can doesn't know what their psychology is, and he doesn't care, but when he and Wen Xiangying moved the table out together, he still deciphered a few beams of light from the corner of his eye. An uncomfortable look.

He also helped her put the chair brought by Liu Ya upside down on the table, and clapped his hands calmly.

"Jing Can!"

When Jing Can heard this call, she immediately turned her head in surprise.He Pingyi seemed to have finished packing early, stood at the stairs and shook the car keys at him, asking him if he could leave.

"Go!" Jing Can pointed to the class, "I'll get my schoolbag."

He quickly entered the classroom, forgetting about the episode just now.And He Pingyi was leaning on the railing at the door of their class, his posture was not so particular, he silently glanced at the few people who had just looked up and down Jing Can.The few people gathered at the door of Class [-] also noticed He Pingyi's gaze. Although they didn't know why this boy looked at them like that, anyway, they just went to meet them.He Pingyi put one hand on the back of his neck, and slowly nodded his head to the left and right sides, his eyes became more and more lazier, but he kept grabbing the faces of those people.

On the way back, He Pingyi asked Jing Can: "Did people in your class bully you?"

"No," Jing Can replied.It's just that there is no contact.

"Then before school, what happened?"

Jing Can briefly told He Pingyi about helping Liu Ya move the table, and added a summary at the end: "I think Wen Xiangying is very good."

After hearing this, He Pingyi kept wondering whether those boys would target Jing Can because of Jing Can's help tonight, but as a result, Jing Can's words were thrown out, thinking that they had established an established relationship with Jing Can. He Pingyi, who had formed a firm and sincere friendship, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He tilted his head and asked casually, "Why?"

"She helped Liu Ya."

He Pingyi's train of thought was blown away by the cool breeze: "Then am I not good?"

Jing Can in the back seat was taken aback, grabbed the clothes around He Pingyi's waist with one hand, then poked her head to the other side, looking up at He Pingyi's chin.

"I didn't say you were bad, did I?"

Looking at the face poking out of his creaking nest, He Pingyi continued to ask naively: "Then Wen Xiangying or I, who is better?"

For a while, Jing Can didn't answer the phone, which made He Ping angry that he didn't even sleep well because of taking care of him not long ago.

"You still want to?" He Pingyi thinks this is really an incredible thing, he and Wen Xiangying are choosing, and Jing Can still thinks about it?

"No...it's not!" Jing Can was completely confused by He Pingyi, he was very puzzled, "I was thinking...why did you win the competition with Wen Xiang?"

In his world, the labels of two people are completely different, okay? Jing Can felt a little wronged, and added in his heart that even the storage locations were different.

I didn't know what was blinding my mind just now, but He Pingyi also felt that he was a little too crazy at this time, and he was not a child playing house, so how could he ask such a question.But it's all come to this point, if he admits that he is naive and allows this topic to stop abruptly, it seems that he will look like a mentally retarded person even more, so he insists on asking Jing Can to give him an answer.

"Of course it's you." Jing Can had no choice but to say honestly.

In my world, of course you are the best.

"It's almost there."

He Pingyi hummed a ditty, and rode the scooter around corners, so frightened that Jing Can grabbed onto his clothes with both hands.

The monthly exam is different from the official exam. There is only one day in total. The Chinese exam starts at 45:06 in the morning, and lasts for two and a half hours. The math exam starts at 30:[-]. .After a day of exams, the only thing Jing Can felt was hand pain.In the evening, while going down the stairs, he complained to He Pingyi in a low voice, saying that there were too many things to write in the liberal arts, as if if he didn't write the papers densely, he would not get points.

He Pingyi looked at the hand he handed over. There was a large piece of redness between the first and second knuckles of the middle finger, which was particularly conspicuous under the dim light of the corridor.He held that finger very naturally, held it in the palm of his hand, and rubbed it twice: "Then you come to the science department, and the science department counts, so you don't need to write so many words."

Compared to Jing Can's fingers, He Pingyi's hands were a little drier.Being held by He Pingyi, Jing Can's fingertips could trace his palm prints.Jing Can suddenly remembered that a long time ago, when he heard someone talking about the three lines on his palm, he moved his fingers mysteriously, and the fingertips slid down along the line closest to the finger.

"Forget it." Withdrawing her hand, Jing Can blushed and tugged at the strap of her schoolbag.

The monthly exam is over, can karting be far behind?

Jing Can was embarrassed to ask He Pingyi, so she just hoped and hoped in her heart.But looking forward to it, he inadvertently noticed the Sunday class schedule on the side of the blackboard and found that something was wrong.As a province with a large number of students, high school students live like ascetics.From the first year of high school to the third year of high school, every grade has the same sadistic routine. There is only one day and a half of monthly leave once a month, and the rest of the week is only a class break on Sunday afternoon.

The last vacation was two weeks ago.

Jing Can was instantly discouraged, wouldn't it be another two weeks...

By then, He Pingyi will have forgotten it.

The teacher on the stage was handing out test papers, while Jing Can traced the outline of a racing car on a blank sheet of paper.

After getting the math test paper, the score was within her expectation, so Jing Can collected the paper and continued to draw the racing car.When he was focused, he usually couldn't pay attention to the side, so naturally he didn't see Zhou Zhe keeping his head down, blushing at the pitiful score on the paper.

When commenting on the test papers, the teacher holds a statistics of the number of mistakes in each question. If there are not many mistakes, he simply mentions a sentence, or directly says "Ask the students around you if you make a mistake." Let's talk about the train of thought and error-prone points in explaining the questions.

When the paper turned to the last page, a small ball of paper suddenly rushed into Jing Can's sight from the left.He glanced to the side, Zhou Zhe was pursing his lips tightly, lowering his head, not looking this way.Jing Can thought for a while, picked up the ball of paper, covered it with the sleeve of her school uniform, and opened it quietly.

There was a sentence written on the note, in Zhou Zhe's handwriting.

"Can I ask you a math problem?"