Master Zuojing is sticking to me again

The review week ended in a hurry, and the midterm exam came with a cold autumn rain.

Wen Xiaoyu's injuries were almost healed. After a week of serious study, he felt that he was physically and psychologically prepared for the exam, but the moment he entered the exam room was quite stressful.

The No. 01 Middle School exam disrupts the class arrangement of the exam room. In fact, it is not completely disrupted. The seats in the exam room are arranged in order according to the ranking of the results of the previous exam. seat.

In the morning, Wen Xiaoyu took him to the school by bike, and watched him enter class one, feeling very upset.

The school euphemistically said that the way of arranging the examination room in this way is to stimulate students' sense of competition, but when he sat in the penultimate seat of the last examination room, only Xiaopang who was sitting behind him knew how bad he was. .

"Brother Wen, don't be so dark, I'm a little worried that you'll tear up the paper later." Seeing that Wen Xiaoyu was in a bad mood, Xiaopang shrank himself in a corner and tried to stay away from him so as not to Disaster and pond fish.

"How can I counterattack if the paper is torn up?" Wen Xiaoyu gave Xiaopang a cool look.

"Brother Wen, let's think about something of practical significance, such as what to have for lunch." Xiaopang gave him an idea, and the lines were full of sincerity.

Wen Xiaoyu clicked his tongue and said, "Xiao Pang, next time I will abandon you and go to the examination room ahead, do you believe it?"

"Uh……"

Xiaopang hesitated for a while, and found a delicate balance between deceiving his conscience and saying something against his will and never admitting it, "Then don't hand in a blank paper this time, you can't write like me, even if you are blind, you can write everything." Come on, maybe next time I can move a few seats forward."

Wen Xiaoyu leaned sideways on the window sill and asked him, "Did you write everything blindly last time?"

"Ah, I do this every time." Xiaopang nodded.

"Then why didn't you score higher than me who handed in a blank paper?" Wen Xiaoyu asked with raised eyebrows.

He was just simply surprised, but he felt a little bit sorry when he found that Xiaopang's expression was weakening at a rapid speed, so he made up his mind, "I have a pack of beef jerky in my schoolbag, and I'll give it to you after the exam."

"Okay!" Xiaopang cheered up at the speed of light.

The invigilator happened to be the English teacher of Class [-]. After she came in with the test paper, Wen Xiaoyu sat upright and scanned the entire classroom.

This examination room gathered all the scumbags of the science class. Even though the teacher had stood on the podium to emphasize the examination discipline several times, the unscrupulous laughter and noise in the classroom still did not restrain in the slightest.

The English teacher in their class was a petite female teacher who spoke very softly. She couldn't control the situation, and her face was flushed with anxiety.

"I won't hand out the test papers if I can't calm down! All of you are waiting for a zero score!" But her yelling voice couldn't suppress those chaotic voices at all.

The scumbags didn't stay quiet for a second, and even after seeing her jumping in a hurry, the malicious jokes became louder.

"Beauty, what class are you a teacher in? You're too gentle." A young man with a cropped head sat on the table against the wall, and said with a smirk.

He was surrounded by several boys with the same hairstyle. Hearing what he said, they all slapped the table and applauded, and the classroom suddenly became more heated.

Wen Xiaoyu's brows were slowly wrinkled as she had a hairstyle clash with the little hooligan, feeling filled with disgust.

"Brother Wen." Xiaopang called him in a low voice behind him, "Have you noticed? Since you shaved your hair, more and more people in school have changed this hairstyle."

Second time, Wen Xiaoyu thought to himself, he is used to this length of hair, and if it grows any longer, it will be very uncomfortable.He never expected to be followed by a group of hooligans. Was this to force him to change his hairstyle again?

But why?It is they who want to change.

Wen Xiaoyu stood up, and went straight to the leading scumbag, with a deep voice: "If you don't take the exam, you can go out."

His voice was neither high nor low, but it pierced the eardrums of these people like the tip of a knife.Scum subconsciously shrank back a bit, then realized in an instant that he almost gave up, and quickly raised his shoulders and shouted: "Why?!"

Wen Xiaoyu lowered his head and looked down at him, without any emotion in his eyes, and said in a neutral voice: "You are in my eyes."

A sentence came in like a silent but turbulent sea, swallowing all the sounds in the classroom.The others kept silent and sat back in their seats, but their eyes were all focused on this place, lingering endlessly.

Only this scum's face turned blue and red, and he said under his breath, "I don't, Wen Xiaoyu, who do you think you are?"

Before he could pronounce the last word, Wen Xiaoyu's fist brushed against his ear, and hit the wall behind him with a "bang".

"Who do you think I am?" Wen Xiaoyu narrowed his eyes and asked him.

Dregs trembled all over, opened and closed his mouth several times, and finally said with a blushing neck, "Go away! You are affecting my exam!"

Wen Xiaoyu stared at him expressionlessly for a few seconds, then retracted her fist and turned to walk to her seat.After walking for a few steps, he stopped again, turned his head and glanced at the group of gangsters with short hair, and said, "Tomorrow, everyone will change their hairstyles."

One of the thin monkeys timidly raised his hand and asked for instructions: "Brother Wen, there is no room for replacement in such a short period of time."

Wen Xiaoyu thought about it for a moment, and came up with a solution: "Then shave your bald."

After speaking, he didn't pause any more, sat back in his seat and looked at the stunned English teacher on the podium.

Xiaopang raised his arm and shook it: "Teacher, it's time to send out the paper. If I don't send it out, I won't be able to finish it!"

Wen Xiaoyu pursed his lips and smiled. With Xiaopang's spirit, he couldn't imagine what kind of answering level made him fall into the last place.

The English teacher came back to his senses, nodded awkwardly and gratefully to Wen Xiaoyu, and began to distribute the test papers.

The Chinese test was finally able to continue, and the classroom was not completely quiet, except for the rustling of the pen tip on the paper, there were more snoring sounds one after another.

The rain curtain outside the window was dim, soaking up the warm autumn sun, and the rain was blowing around in the cool wind, and sprinkled into the open window next to Wen Xiaoyu.

He put down the pen in his hand, and was about to get up to close the window, when a string of ethereal notes suddenly brushed against his ears, and he had to listen carefully to distinguish it was the sound of a piano.

During this period of time, every night when Wen Muchen and Wen Muchen were doing their homework together, Wen Xiaoyu would also hear the faint sound of the piano from next door.It's just that the sound was weaker then, and a little movement could cover it.

Since the lessons of the piano club ended, neither he nor He Xiran mentioned anything about the piano club or the performance team.Even though Wen Xiaoyu had no intention of interfering, she still couldn't help but look forward to He Xiran's choice.

In such a dim morning due to the faint autumn rain, the sound of the piano came from unknown where, Wen Xiaoyu withdrew his hand that was about to close the window, let the window edge be wet by the rain, and finished the test paper accompanied by the sound of the piano.

There was only one language test in the morning, and many people handed in the papers early and left.He and Xiaopang persisted until the end of the exam, and handed in the test papers one after the other and walked out of the classroom.

Xiaopang rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "Brother Wen, beef jerky..."

Wen Xiaoyu sighed, took out beef jerky from his schoolbag and stuffed it for him, saying: "Hide it quickly and eat it later, I gave it to..."

He glanced at it from the corner of his eye and was stunned.He Xiran stood straight a few steps away from him, his fingers hanging by his side clenched into fists, his eyes fixed on the beef jerky in Xiaopang's hand.

He Xiran and He Xiran's examination room were thousands of miles away, and they agreed to meet at the school gate after the examination in the morning, but who knew that he would hand in the papers in advance and come over to wait.

"...He Xiran brought it." After Wen Xiaoyu finished talking, he waved to Xiaopang, "Fatty, let's discuss something."

Xiaopang put the beef jerky into his arms, and quickly ran away with his two thick legs, waving to him while running: "Brother Wen! Thank you!"

"Pang Yangyang!" Wen Xiaoyu called Xiaopang's name, which caused the English teacher to come out of the classroom and give a soft "shh".

Wen Xiaoyu nodded, seeing that He Xiran had turned around with a cold face and left.He put on his schoolbag and ran two steps forward, followed He Xiran downstairs: "Don't be so stingy, I'll go out and buy you something delicious later."

It was inconvenient to ride a bicycle on a rainy day today. The two had agreed to have lunch near the school at noon and return to the classroom early to read.

Hearing Wen Xiaoyu say that she was stingy, He Xiran stood on the stairs and turned around abruptly, staring wide-eyed and asked: "I'm stingy? Wen Xiaoyu, who told me to give me beef jerky after the exam this morning?!"

Wen Xiaoyu scratched the tip of her nose, walked down a few steps and hugged He Xiran's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "It's me, I was wrong, can I invite you to dinner at noon?"

"Don't eat." He Xiran stretched out his hand to push him away, his cheeks were slightly red.

Wen Xiaoyu stared at the red spot, wondering why this person's skin was so thin, and as long as his mood fluctuated slightly, the corners of his eyes and face would flush, and he couldn't hide it.

He Xiran might also realize that he was blushing again. He walked down a step, raised one shoulder in a concealed manner and rubbed his cheek, and then spoke in a much softer tone: "Then why did you give Xiaopang a meal?"

"Little Fatty..." Wen Xiaoyu recalled the densely written paper that Xiaopang saw when he handed in the paper just now, and explained carefully, "It's not easy for Xiaopang."

The rain outside the building was heavier than in the morning, making the corridor even darker.He Xiran was not satisfied with this answer, he raised his head and looked at Wen Xiaoyu, his eyes were not very happy, like a kitten that would scratch someone in a second, but it was still amazingly beautiful.

"What you give me, you can't give it to others." The coquettish and domineering words were taken for granted by him.

Wen Xiaoyu lowered her eyelashes slightly and looked at He Xiran quietly.After a while, he hooked the corners of his mouth, and a faint smile melted between his brows and eyes.

"Understood." He bypassed He Xiran, stood on the steps below, almost looked at He Xiran and asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

He Xiran stood with the backlight like that, behind him was the heavy rain outside the corridor, and in front of him were Wen Xiaoyu's deep and bright eyes.

Shrouded in such gazes, he looked at Wen Xiaoyu absent-mindedly, breathing a little tight.

While waiting for a response, Wen Xiaoyu saw him swallow as if he was thirsty, his white and exquisite Adam's apple rolled slowly, and his soft voice rang in his ears:

"I still want beef jerky."

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