How the protagonist was marked by the poor

There was wind blowing by the window.

The math teacher was lecturing on the podium, and Wen Yuan didn't sleep for the first time today.

"I'm stupid!" Zhao Tingyan blocked the math textbook in front, turned his head and said, "It's really the sun coming out from the west, Brother Yuan, you actually have a day to attend class."

Wen Yuan glanced at him indifferently: "Can't you?"

"Okay," Zhao Tingyan said, "It must be done, but Brother Yuan, can you understand me?"

The mathematics in the second year of high school is not at the same level as the first year of high school, and the difficulty has more than doubled.

"Anyway, I don't understand." Zhao Tingyan raised his head and glanced at the top of Wu Qiandong's head. Seeing that there was still a thin layer of hair in the middle of his hair, he sighed, "Brother Yuan, do you think we will become like this in the future?" ? Look at the old donkey, and look at the math teacher, is there a male teacher in our school who is not bald?"

Wen Yuan didn't want to talk to him.

Zhao Tingyan touched the hair on the top of his skull and breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and glanced at Shi Yao's seat again, and asked, "Where are you at the same table? Did you skip class again?"

"Well," Wen Yuan looked at the empty seat beside him and frowned.

If Shi Yao had been like this in high school, how could he have graduated?

"I'm so busy every day," Zhao Tingyan whispered, "What does he do every day?"

Wen Yuanyi said succinctly: "Part-time job."

"Ah?" Young Master Zhao seemed unbelievable about the part-time job, "Ah!"

"This classmate?"

Living up to expectations, Wu Qiandong was finally alarmed by two "ah"s, "Are you practicing vocalization in my class?"

Zhao Tingyan was so startled that he almost dropped his textbooks, he sat down and began to use his nirvana: "No, teacher, I think your speech is great, I sigh from the bottom of my heart. "

"Really?" Wu Qiandong smiled when he heard it, "Then tell me what I just said?"

Zhao Tingyan: "..."

Hold.

Wu Qiandong pointed to the door, and invited Zhao Tingyan out with a very good temper.

Zhao Tingyan went out dejectedly.

Wu Qiandong said: "Did you see, this student may be intoxicated by the teacher's beauty, and didn't hear what I said at all."

The whole class burst into laughter.

Zhao Tingyan stood at the door blushing, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to get in.

Wu Qiandong said again: "This is a negative teaching material. Don't learn from him. Just listen to me carefully and don't need to look at the face. Just look at the question types just mentioned. If you don't know how to ask me."

Then he said to Zhao Tingyan: "Go in, classmate."

The students in the class like to listen to Wu Qiandong's class very much, because it is humorous and interesting enough.

When he walked around the class, many students were willing to ask questions.

"teacher."

Another female classmate raised her hand. This girl was very beautiful and had a very quiet personality. Wen Yuan vaguely remembered that her name was Su Yimiao.

Playing well with Liu Jingjing, we often go to and from school together.

Wu Qiandong lowered his head, because his eyes were slightly squinted, and the creases in the eyes were piled up.

Looking at his expression, Wen Yuan frowned, always feeling that something was wrong.

Because of Su Yimiao's tall stature, she sat in the last row, on Wen Yuan's left.

The movements of the two can be clearly seen.

"Will it be?" Wu Qiandong said?

"Well, thank you teacher." Su Yimiao thanked in a low voice.

Wu Qiandong nodded slightly, took a step forward, and stopped suddenly, "I dropped something, pick it up quickly, don't step on it."

Su Yimiao lowered her head to pick it up.

Wen Yuan quickly looked away. Su Yimiao didn't wear a school uniform jacket, but only short sleeves. When he lowered his head, the neckline drooped down.

He just turned his head when he suddenly sensed that something was wrong. As expected, Wu Qiandong stared at him motionlessly, neither reminding nor leaving.

Now Wen Yuan finally knew where the strangeness came from.

It's eyes.

His eyes were wrong.

Wen Yuan frowned and kicked Zhao Tingyan's stool.

"What are you doing, Brother Yuan?" Zhao Tingyan said very carefully.

"You, raise your hand." Wen Yuanyi said concisely.

Zhao Tingyan was stunned: "Why?"

"Ask the teacher questions," Wen Yuan urged, "If you ask, just ask, where do you get so many questions?"

"But, I didn't listen to anything in class." Zhao Tingyan was very embarrassed by this, "Which one do you ask?"

"Whatever," Wen Yuan ran out of patience, and kicked Zhao Tingyan's stool, "Do you fucking ask or not!"

Zhao Tingyan was very afraid that brother Yuan would get angry, so he flipped through the book indiscriminately and said, "Ask, right away."

as predicted.

Zhao Tingyan raised his hand for a long time, but Wu Qiandong didn't seem to see it.

Wen Yuan said directly: "Teacher, someone asked a question,"

"What!" Zhao Tingyan yelled through the loudspeaker, "Why is the math teacher like this, I fucked up, really."

Shi Yao had already returned, and the three of them were queuing up at the restaurant to buy food.

Wen Yuan frowned, and said in a cold voice, "Keep your voice down."

Zhao Tingyan lowered his voice.

He glanced at Wen Yuan, then turned his head to look at Shi Yao and said, "Didn't you see that when I asked him a question, his face was so gloomy that water dripped out."

Shi Yao said, "Then what are you going to do?"

The two fell silent for a moment, and even Zhao Tingyan didn't speak.

How can this kind of thing be done?

Go straight to the girl and say, wear more clothes for math class?

Stupid.

Boys can only raise their hands to answer questions, so that he has no time to explain to girls.

Wen Yuan pursed his lips for a while, and said, "Let's see first."

While speaking, it was time to pick up food.Wen Yuan ordered some meat dishes, some vegetarian dishes, and a small box of rice.

After receiving his own, he looked at Shi Yao again.

Shi Yao looked at the huge pile of vegetables in front of him, feeling very lost in appetite.He only ordered a hot and sour potato shreds and steamed buns.

Wen Yuan asked, "Is this all you eat?"

Can you eat enough?

"Yeah," Shi Yao looked down and didn't think it was missing.

When he looked up again, his eyes met, and he suddenly saw that there was something wrong with Wen Yuan's gaze at him.

It seems that there is less love and affection from the elders.

Shi Yao: "..."

What look is this?

The three of them found a corner seat and sat down.Before eating, Wen Yuan looked down at his meal, without saying a word, picked up a big chicken leg, and distributed it to Shiyao bowl opposite.

"???" Shi Yao said, "At the same table?"

Zhao Tingyan was immersed in cooking, but when he heard the movement, he suddenly looked up, only to see the big chicken legs on Wen Yuan's dinner plate arrived on Shi Yao's plate.

Wen Yuan didn't even blink his eyes, and said very coldly: "I bought too much, I can't eat it."

"You can't give it to me," Zhao Tingyan heard, and began to protest: "Why? You didn't give it to me! Friends are exhausted!"

Wen Yuan squinted at him: "Do you have anything on your plate?"

Shi Yao was startled, and an inexplicable emotion suddenly appeared in his heart.

He couldn't figure out what it was.

It just felt that the surroundings were noisy, and Wen Yuan seemed to be separated from them.

"Of course." Zhao Tingyan obviously felt that Wen Yuan had changed his mind, pointed at the chicken leg, and complained loudly: "Can this be the same? You have changed Brother Yuan, you are no longer the old Brother Yuan?"

Wen Yuan ignored him, just lowered his head, took a bite of his meal, and asked casually, "Shi Yao, what are your plans for the future?"

"Huh?" Shi Yao stared at him, "After graduation?"

Wen Yuan said, "Well, what do you want to do after graduation?"

"I never thought about it," Shi Yao said honestly, "Graduation is too far away, I just want to do my own thing first."

Wen Yuan misunderstood, he thought that Shi Yao gave up his future.

He ate his food in silence, feeling unbearably uncomfortable.

"Shi Yao," after a while, he suddenly stopped his chopsticks and called out to him seriously.

Shi Yao raised his head not knowing, so he said, "What's wrong."

Wen Yuan said seriously: "I can help you."

As long as you open your mouth.

The emotions in Shi Yao's heart suddenly melted away, turning into an illusory wind.

The wind turned a few times in my heart.

After a while, he looked at Wen Yuan with dark eyes, smiled a little, and asked a little frivolously: "Then at the same table, how do you want to help me?"

The author has something to say:

National Day car exhaustion.

Ah, I obviously put away the manuscript, but it didn't send it out.

I am sorry.

Brother Shi will be enlightened immediately!