not fierce

Second-year students of St. Lego School start school earlier than the normal school day. In the early morning, students wearing school uniforms entered the campus one after another.

The competition class is on the highest floor of the teaching building. Mo Xian accompanied Xie Xunyang to his class first, and met his friends by the way.

In the corridor, Xu Yi, Mao Xu, and Zheng Gangye were standing at the door of Science Class A chatting. Seeing the two of them approaching, Xu Yi put away his smile and hummed angrily: "Hey, someone is here, he is here for us" 'Is the class inspecting?" After a pause, he said to Mo Xian, "I'm not talking about you."

Mo Xian: "."

Xie Xunyang ignored him, walked past them and stepped into the class.

Translated by Xu: "..."

Zheng Gangye: "..."

fluff:"……"

Mo Xian, who received three pairs of gazes: "."

Xu Yi: "...??!" Jumped up instantly, pressed Mo Xian's shoulder, "No... I read that right??? Xie Xunyang... Old Xie, he really walked into this class? Don't go Learning dog P math? Have you repented?!"

Mo Xian pushed his hand away, and smiled: "Although your description is not very appropriate, it probably is like this."

"Fuck me."

Everyone rushed to the door, only Zheng Gangye could go in openly.

Watching helplessly, Xie Xunyang found a seat in the back row by the window to put down his bag, and sat down safely.

Xu Yi and Mao Xu rushed to the window again and looked at him through the window.

There were two big faces pasted on the window, and they were very close. Xie Xunyang moved inside, turned his head, stared at the two expressionlessly, bent his fingers and knocked on the window, shaking them away.

Xu Yi backed up and almost fell down, but he was not angry. Instead, he laughed and said loudly, "I am happy today! Don't leave at noon. I am treating guests, off-campus, go to a restaurant!"

Mo Xian leaned against the railing of the corridor, looked at the big guy, and laughed silently.

Great, this is how it should be.

Through their own efforts, everyone has started a new journey in different directions.

"Still eating out? Let me see who hasn't had enough fun during the whole summer vacation? It's only the first day of school! I can't get my heart back..." The head teacher of Science Class A is a former bad-tempered math teacher. "Mediterranean", seeing Mo Xian and other outsiders staying there, began to chase them away, "It's you again, hurry up and go back to each class! Did you hear the bell?!"

Xu Yi and Mao Xu ran fast, rushing into their class in the blink of an eye.Poor Mo Xian traveled a long way alone, under the fierce gaze of "Mediterranean", he ran to the stairs, and went up two more floors in one breath, until he reached the top floor, he stopped to breathe heavily.

Downstairs, Xie Xunyang was sitting by the window, his phone buzzing and vibrating, and Zheng Gangye had quickly pulled him into the new class group that had just been built.

[Little Hu Die (crying): Huh, I can't be No.1 again. Fortunately, I saved a screenshot of the old ranking list...]

[Leveraged just now: Friendly reminder: Thank you God for joining the group. 】

【Little Butterfly: (surprised.jpg) (jaw dropped.jpg)】

[Little Hu Die: Thank God! ! ! (Kneeling.jpg)]

Others in the class followed suit and sent a series of "kneeling" emoticons.

The morning breeze blew in, blowing away the hair from the forehead.

Xie Xunyang took out a foreign language reader from his schoolbag, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Mediterranean" entered the class and looked around uncharitably. Everyone was as quiet as a chicken, turned off their mobile phones, and put their heads down, pretending to be studying and doing exercises.

"Mediterranean" put the teaching plan on the podium, concisely: "The first thing is to choose the class leader. Do you recommend yourself or recommend? Hurry up and decide."

"Thanks—God—" everyone replied in unison with a drawn out tone.

"..."

"Mediterranean" glanced at Xie Xunyang who was sitting by the bed, and called out, "Squad leader?"

"...Okay." Xie Xunyang rubbed his eyebrows and agreed.

The second year of high school started from such an early morning.

Mo Xian entered the class wheezingly, looking at Shang Fang with some disgust.

"stop."

Mo Xian stood obediently at the door.

"The ringing is over, you are late."

"Teacher, I was wrong, I won't do it next time."

The classmates in the class laughed lightly.

Fang Fang turned back and patted the podium: "Everyone is quiet!" Then he said to Mo Xian, "Being late on the first day of school, without organization and discipline, how can we ensure efficient learning?! In order to help Mo Xian establish a collective consciousness, special order He is the monitor of this class, and everyone supervises him, do you have any objection?"

"No comment!"

"...???" Mo Xian was stunned.

Being pressed by the equation again in the first row in the middle of the classroom closest to the podium, Mo Xian felt that the mode he started in his sophomore year of high school seemed not right.

"For the first class, let's review the important concepts we learned last semester..."

……

If time could be turned back, he would definitely not lean on the railing to watch the excitement.

No, it should be from the beginning of the first year of high school, you have to keep a certain distance from the equation...

***

The competition class is really different from the first year of senior high school. After the teacher who led the team introduced the arrangements for more than a year from now to the national competition, they soon entered into a fast-paced learning progress.

The teaching speed of all subjects is accelerating, especially biology. Fang Fang can't wait to explain all the basic knowledge points of high school to them in one day.

It is inevitable that some content will be exhausted, so students need to have strong self-control and self-learning ability, and spend more time organizing and consolidating after class.Almost no one joked and joked during class breaks. Except for going to the bathroom or fetching water, everyone sat in their seats and buried themselves in their own affairs.

Mo Xian is quite used to this kind of immersive learning, just like junior high school.Without close friends around him, he can devote all his school time to studying.

Zheng Gangye and Mao Xu ran up to look for Mo Xian several times, and they were all surprised by the atmosphere of the competition classes on their floor!

Later, I was afraid that I would disturb Mo Xian, so I only occasionally asked him to play after school, and seldom ran up the rest of the time.

Their own learning tasks are not easy either.

Especially Zheng Gangye, who is about to face a national sports competition, can only have the bargaining chip to choose a good school if he gets the ideal results.

Song Xiyue often came to deliver snacks and yogurt to Mo Xian, and she was not affected by the surrounding atmosphere at all.There were more people coming, and gradually rumors came out, and many gossiping eyes were aimed at the two of them.

But the two of them were very calm. They were still generous with what they should give, and they didn't shy away from others when they spoke. Their calm demeanor put a question mark in everyone's mind.

Later, it was discovered that Song Joy was not the only one who came to deliver things to Mo Xian, and even Super Flowers came very frequently.

The more you watch it, the more you get used to it.

After all, how can a boy with good grades and grown up like this be unpopular?

But one day, there was still noise in the competition class that had been silent for a long time.

Mo Xian was working on the last big math problem, and he had some ideas, but he couldn't figure it out after trying a few times. He struggled with this problem, and for a moment he forgot when school was over.

It is normal for the competition class to stay for self-study after the evening self-study class of the third quarter, and there are quite a few people left in the class.

Mo Xian thought about it, stretched his waist, rubbed his sore neck, looked to the side, and then noticed that many people were looking out the window and whispering.

Mo Xian followed his gaze to look out, and froze there.

Under the warm-colored overhead light in the corridor, a slender young man with a schoolbag on one shoulder, leaning against the railing, his profile was sharp and angular, and his whole body exuded a cool temperament like moonlight.

But his gaze was soft, and he was looking at a person beside the bed in the classroom gently and quietly.

The four eyes met, and the other party smiled.

I don't know how long I have been waiting, but there is no trace of impatience on my face.

Mo Xian stood up immediately, randomly stuffed the unfinished papers into his schoolbag, carried them and ran out, standing in front of Xie Xunyang.

"...I'm sorry, I forgot the time!" In the past, Mo Xian packed up his things and went downstairs to go to Xie Xunyang's classroom. up.

"You're here, why didn't you call me?"

Xie Xunyang reached out to straighten his sweat-soaked hair on his forehead.

Mo Xian has been prone to heat since he was a child. If he moves a little, or thinks about a problem, he will sweat a lot.

Xie Xunyang smiled lightly: "I think you've figured it out soon, so don't worry if you wait a while."

"That question is too difficult. I changed my mind a few times, but I still got stuck." Mo Xian's attention returned to the question just now, completely ignoring the eyes of the class behind him.

"Would you like to try..."

Xie Xunyang's voice was low and gentle, and the conversation became smaller and smaller.

Side by side, the two walked downstairs through the brightly lit classroom in the corridor.

Quiet and beautiful at night.

***

Day by day was full and fast, and soon it was time for the whole school to exercise.

The second year of high school participates, but the competition class does not participate.

During the two days of the sports meeting, the competition class stipulates half a day of class and half a day of self-study in the class.As soon as the class in the morning was over, Fang Fang left. Mo Xian, as the class monitor, did not restrain everyone at this time, announcing that those who wanted to do self-study, those who wanted to go back to the dormitory to rest could also go back to the dormitory, or went to the playground to watch the excitement.

In terms of combining work and rest, he learned thoroughly from his previous head teacher, Lin Sa.

The people in the class left halfway, Mo Xian counted the time, when Xie Xunyang and Zheng Gangye had a project, they folded a paper and put it in their pockets, strolled to the athletes' waiting seats on the playground and waited to watch them compete.

Xie Xunyang's student union has tasks, and he is not in the class auditorium when there is no competition. Zheng Gangye is still the sports committee member, and he is in charge of the athletes of the whole class, and he is also very busy.

When Mo Xian wasn't watching the game, he joined the spectator team of Liberal Arts Class A and sat with Xu Yi, Mao Xu and the others.The head teacher of Liberal Arts Class A is Lin Sa, who naturally welcomes him very much. In the class, there are Song Xiyue, Tang Yi and many other classmates who were familiar with Class A before. Everyone is chatting and greeting each other. Mo Xian is very calm and at ease .

After exchanging pleasantries, he took out the biology paper he had brought from his pocket, borrowed a pen from Xu Yi, and began to write questions on his lap.

Mao Xu couldn't help crying from the side: "It's too curly! Xian'er, you are in a competition class, why did you come to us!!!"

"You didn't apply for the project, and you didn't do the questions, so what else can you do?" Mo Xian asked indifferently.

Also, can, do, what, what...

Mao Xu seemed to be hit by an arrow, and exaggeratedly covered his chest, and fell on Xu Yi.

Xu Yi pushed him away, and ruthlessly followed up with sarcastic remarks: "Maomao, do you think you did well in the monthly exam this time? Have you ever secretly played games in the dormitory alone at night? Lessons from the past, please think twice, tsk tsk..."

fluff:"…………"

"I learn, and I will learn together."

He didn't know which girl he borrowed a vocabulary book from, and spread it on his lap, and he didn't know if he had memorized it.

While studying, Tang Yi and the girls suddenly screamed.

"Hey, here we come!" Xu Yi called out, staring at the playground with interest, "Lao Xie and Xiaotian are getting ready for the 3000-meter race!"

Mo Xian put down his pen and raised his head.

"Let's make a bet." Xu Yi smiled, "Guess, which of them will be the first this time?"