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Morning reading class.

Chinese on Monday and Wednesday, English on Tuesday and Thursday, and take turns on Friday.

Today is Monday, of course it is Chinese.

Homeroom teacher Li Jiang, who is also a Chinese teacher, is sitting on the podium playing with his mobile phone.

There was a book standing upright in front of Wen Mian, he followed the crowd and read a few words, feeling bored, picked up the milk on the table, and started to drink slowly.

According to scientific research, men are still in the growth period until they are 23 years old, and they have the possibility of growing taller.

Wen Mian is eighteen this year, and he has five full years to give him a second chance.

He originally ordered the milk for Gu Xiaoyuan, but later he felt that ordering one is also a deal, and ordering two is also a deal, so he started drinking milk with Gu Xiaoyuan.

Wen Mian made a straw and was in a daze while sucking.

Gu Zhiyuan had never been at the same table before, his position formed a barrier of his own, no one cared about him, and he didn't care about others. This was the first time he was forced to watch others suck milk in morning reading class.

Gu Zhiyuan decided not to be influenced by him.

Ding Xiangming sat in the third row from the bottom, and he was considered as the key caretaker. Lao Ban's eyes would fly over his head from time to time to see who was silent.

So Ding Xiangming opened his mouth very diligently.

"Do you see?" Jiang Lin's deskmate is a girl named Zhang Jingjing, who is tall and has average grades. She was assigned to such a bloody place a few days ago, and Zhang Jingjing seemed very quiet.

After a few days of getting along, everyone got to know each other slowly, and Zhang Jingjing's quiet appearance was torn to pieces by herself.

"I guess it's "The Funeral of Roses." Jiang Lin answered fearlessly with a normal volume.

That's the benefit of sitting in the back row.

"This song has been competing for ten years." Zhang Jingjing gave a dissatisfied "tsk".

"That's "The Future Will Be Unexpected." Jiang Lin changed direction.

"Are you some non-mainstream antique?" Zhang Jingjing frowned.

"Then tell me." Jiang Lin threw the pot away.

"Decent."

"If I were blue and white porcelain, you would be enamel." Jiang Lin sighed.

"Do you think blue and white porcelain looks better?" Zhang Jingjing hesitated for a second.

"Blue and white porcelain is a bit more antique than enamel." Jiang Lin pouted.

"That doesn't mean I'm an old antique." Zhang Jingjing was angry, and her voice raised a little.

This volume is in the back row, so it is not possible for Li Jiang to notice it, but there is a thing called the teaching director, who will check it every day.

"Girls in the penultimate row!" There was a sudden sound from the back door of the classroom.

Zhang Jingjing almost flew the book out in fright.

The classroom, which was loud and lively just now, suddenly fell silent.

Wen Mian paused while biting the straw.

"It's all foam..." The sudden thin, poor imitation of a female voice echoed in the silence.

Ding Xiangming covered his mouth violently, but it was too late.

Wen Mian raised her head, calmly dumped the book to herself with her right hand, and grabbed the milk bottle with her left hand, and put it into the belly of the table.

"Gulu." He swallowed the last sip of milk in a low voice.

As if some strange switch had been pressed, suppressed but dense laughter came from the classroom.

"The one who sings, come out!" The dean's face was livid,

Ding Xiangming stood up limply and rushed to the battlefield.

Zhang Jingjing was so frightened that her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

Li Jiang, who was sitting in front playing with his mobile phone, put down his mobile phone silently, and picked up a book on the side: "Okay, read carefully for me, is the morning reading class for you to sing!"

The classroom was noisy again.

"What is Ding Xiangming?" Zhang Jingjing's voice came from the front.

"It's a bad old man." Jiang Lin came to a conclusion calmly.

When Ding Xiangming returned to his seat, his face was ashen. As soon as the morning reading class ended, the people in the class who had been patient for a long time couldn't stand it anymore, and the class was full of foam.

Wen Mian brought the milk to the table, and smiled as she bit it.

Ding Xiangming looked at Zhang Jingjing angrily. After thinking about it carefully, he found that the culprit was actually Zhang Jingjing. If Zhang Jingjing insisted on chatting in the morning class, how could he have been caught.

"Did you tell Jiang Lin something in the morning class?" Ding Xiangming gritted his teeth.

As soon as the students next to her uttered booing sounds of unknown meaning, Zhang Jingjing answered truthfully: "What song are you singing in the morning reading class?"

Ding Xiangming: "..."

Damn, karma reincarnation, the clown is actually myself.

Wen Mian sucked the last sip of milk, and the milk he almost laughed just now spit out.

"Don't think I didn't see it. When I went out, you were still drinking milk. If it wasn't for my self-sacrifice, the dean would have arrested you!" Ding Xiangming turned his anger and fired at Wen Mian.

"The song you sang by yourself has nothing to do with me." Wen Mian waved her fingers.

"How many words." Wen Mian didn't give Ding Xiangming a chance to continue, and Ding Xiangming calmed down instantly, showing a pitiful face: "I need to write a [-]-word review."

"Hey, what a poor child." After Wen Mian listened, she found an A4 blank paper from the belly of the table, waved her hand, and wrote a line for Ding Xiangming.

"You're welcome, I'll write you something to apologize."

Ding Xiangming took it over and took a look, and there were three big characters written on it flying like a flying phoenix—a letter of self-criticism.

Depend on!

"I'll write one for you too." Zhang Jingjing snatched the blank paper away, and Ding Xiangming took it back to read it again. There were three more words under the three words of the self-criticism - Ding Xiangming.

Ding Xiangming gritted his teeth.

"All right, all right, no reading in the morning class, singing, chatting, and drinking milk, be careful next time." The old class knocked on the table, is there any law.

If the others are still there, this group of people will reveal a lot about themselves.

"You still play with your mobile phone!" The whole class said in unison.

"The first Chinese class, let's write silently first." The head teacher seemed very calm.

The whole class wailed.

……

When I came here this morning, the sky was still clear. By the time of the third class, the weather was a bit unbearable and began to turn from sunny to cloudy. By the fourth class, the sound of rain was already lingering in my ears.

Gu Zhiyuan propped his chin and didn't know whether he was listening to a class or in a daze. He felt his arm was bumped lightly. He turned his head and saw a small note from Wen Mian.

【Anything you want for lunch? 】

Wen Mian simply handed him the phone, and it was the page of the delivery app.

【Minimum of two copies】

Wen Mian added another sentence.

Gu Zhiyuan, who originally wanted to refuse, ordered one casually.

But I don't know what to choose, because what Wenmian ordered is a braised chicken, and there are other stewed chickens besides the braised chicken.

get out of class is over today, uncharacteristically, the students who usually rush out when they hear the bell for the end of get out of class are here today.

Everyone finished ordering takeout in the fourth class.

"Who is going today?" Ding Xiangming put down the pen in his hand. After a morning of struggle, he had almost finished writing the [-]-word review.

"Let's guess the boxing game." Wen Mian put his arms around Gu Zhiyuan and pulled him along to guess the boxing game.

Gu Zhiyuan: "..." Wait, did he get on a pirate ship?

When Gu Zhiyuan closed his eyes and then opened them again, there were already a dozen people surrounded in front of him.

In addition to his old acquaintances members of the basketball club, it turned out that the football club also came.

"The palms and the backs of the hands!" Ding Xiangming yelled so fast that Gu Zhiyuan shot almost subconsciously.

By the time he reacted, he was already the one who lost.

"Cough." Jiang Lin coughed.

Asking Gu Zhiyuan to get takeaway was something he never thought of.

"Would you like to bet, let's go." Wen Mian stuffed the umbrella placed by the table into Gu Zhiyuan's hand.

Everyone complained wildly in their hearts, you said so boldly, were you the one who went.

Unexpectedly, Wen Mian pushed Gu Zhiyuan, not only pushing Gu Zhiyuan away, but also giving him a side of himself.

He won the first round, and he wanted to go get takeaway with Gu Zhiyuan.

Ding Xiangming's face was pale: "It was fine at first, but now I really have a sense of crisis. Does Wen Mian really want me?"

In just over a week, his concubine turned around and ran away with the enemy!

"You have me now." Jiang Lin opened his broad chest, and Ding Xiangming threw himself into his arms with a "beep", and the people next to him rolled their eyes collectively.

"Hey, I knew we would go to the cafeteria to eat." Wen Mian sighed.

Order takeaway collectively on rainy days, most of the benefits, one or two will become victims.

"You won." Gu Zhiyuan glanced at him.

"After all, I was the one who dragged you into the water, and I have to be responsible to you." Wen Mian replied sternly.

Gu Zhiyuan sneered.

"You'll know in a while, there are more than a dozen takeaways, you think it's so easy to get." Wen Mian didn't care.

The umbrella is Wen Mian's umbrella. Wen Mian always pays attention to practicality, so his umbrella is big and thick, which can block the wind very well, more than enough for two people.

They have to go to the door to get takeout, and the school will not let the takeaway boys in. This is also a kind of protection trade policy.

They use the west gate or the south gate to go to and from school. The east gate is seldom used. This is a wide road. Shops and stalls are not set up here, so they usually choose this place for food delivery.

Gu Zhiyuan opened the umbrella, and Wen Mian approached him naturally.

Today's rain is heavy and dense, and it is windy. It is the hardest slanting wind and heavy rain for umbrellas to defend against.

Not to mention the calves, Wen Mian felt that it would be good if the upper body was not wet.

When he was thinking this way, he felt his big umbrella tilted towards him.

Gu Zhiyuan frowned slightly, but there was almost no unnecessary expression.

Wow.

Sure enough, Yuanyuan Cub is Yuanyuan Cub, from a small Yuanyuan to a big Yuanyuan, some things will not change.

"I'm wearing a school uniform, don't catch a cold." Wen Mian stretched out her hand to lean on the umbrella to Gu Zhiyuan.

Wen Mian was talking about her universal school uniform, which can be used as a jacket, a sportswear, and a raincoat. It can be called the greatest invention of TC school.

"No." Gu Zhiyuan's right shoulder was drenched with rain, and the tip of his hair was covered with moisture. He didn't know if it was the fault of the light, but Wen Mian always felt that there was a drop of water on his eyelashes.

When the umbrella leaned back to his side again, Wen Mian put his arms around Gu Zhiyuan's shoulders, and he also took the handle of the umbrella back, pressed it between the two, and stuck it on Gu Zhiyuan's forehead.

"Don't procrastinate, just go straight." Wen Mian quickly cut through the mess, and took Gu Zhiyuan with an umbrella and ran straight to the east gate.