mixed

His arms sank, his shoulders dropped naturally, and from the direction of the podium, he could only see his raised back. Half of this person's face was pressed against the table without any gaps, and his arms were not used to cushion one side of his ear.

This sleeping position depends on arching the buttocks and stretching the body as far as possible to sleep comfortably, Xie Lin, who is very experienced, thought so.

Vaguely, he felt an inexplicable...familiarity with this 'corpse'.

Teacher Zhen didn't even raise her eyelids, flipped through the book, tapped the chalk on the podium, and asked Xie Lin to write her name on the blackboard.

It has nothing to do with whether the characters are ugly or not. Xie Lin just doesn’t want to write them. He doesn’t like names for people to watch like exhibitions. In the past, the school’s honor wall, blackboard newspapers, commendation columns, big-character posters for demerit and punishment... as long as he saw it, he would use it. He tried his best to scribble out his own name, even the name on the self-criticism book deliberately crawled around so that no one would recognize him.

In short, this is his stinking problem, and he can't change it.

He ignored the class teacher, and said directly: "I, the transfer student, Xie Lin, thank you, Yu Linlin."

Teacher Zhen was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at him.

Xie Lin didn't give her a chance, so he followed up directly: "Where are you sitting? Teacher."

The other party stared at him for a full five seconds, which was unprecedented for this kind of rhythm control. Xie Lin raised the corner of his mouth in a friendly way to ease the little friction with this teacher.

"Sit by yourself." After finishing speaking, the teacher lowered his head again.

After entering the classroom, Xie Lin glanced at it roughly. There are about forty students in a class. The classroom is not very spacious. At a glance, it is very full, so the table where the corpse is thrown has an empty seat, the only one in the class.

Carrying the schoolbag and walking back, the distance to "it" is getting closer... As the angle changes, the face of the person who didn't return home at night and returned the car overnight slowly emerged in front of his eyes.

The same school, the same classmate, the same table... and the fucking bedroom? ?

Xie Lin's heart popped out a capital letter, and he sat down on the chair next to the 'corpse'.

Picking up the chalk, Teacher Zhen pouted halfway, turned to face the blackboard and pointed at Xie Lin's table: "Wake him up for me."

Sighing, Xie Lin pushed the 'corpse' next to him. The corpse really meant that, and it didn't move.

Xie Lin increased his strength and shook Lin Jiuxin's shoulder: "Hey! Wake up! It's you, wake up."

The back of Lin Jiuxin's head was pressed against the wall, his face turned outward, and there were one or two drops of crystal-clear saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth. This called his mouth to move first, baji baji twice, the head turned over, the back of his head faced Xie Lin, and he groaned like a pig.

Many people held back their laughter, and the classroom made "poofs" of different lengths. Those who covered their mouths, bowed their heads, shook their shoulders, and had a variety of demeanors...

Waking up classmates to read textbooks is a matter of helping others, and it is not an obligation, Xie Lin sneered inwardly, he was too lazy to care about it.

The person on the podium who drove at double speed didn't intend to let him go, and said in front of the whole class: "Xie Lin, couldn't you be patient just now? Can a deskmate wake up?"

……

What the hell is this feng shui treasure?

A city of madmen.

Xie Lin's sneer turned into a wry smile, it's not that he's weak, he can't make the class teacher angry on the first day he enters school, after all he has to linger here until the college entrance examination.

Once again, Xie Lin was ordered to challenge the God of Sleep, and Xie Lin directly slammed his hair hard, grabbing his hair. The hair was thin and soft, but at that moment Lin Jiuxin slapped it away like a fly, and the hair slipped through his fingers, very itchy.

With such a grasp, Lin Jiuxin took both arms up, one to cover his face and the other to hold his head, trying to nest into the corner of the wall, rubbing his forehead against the wall, trying to create a relatively isolated sleeping environment for himself.

The whole class was silent.

No one made a sound, and more than 80 eyes stared at the two of them in unison. Their eyes were piercing and radiant, shining with the enthusiasm of watching the excitement and not being afraid of big things or small things.

Even Shen Suzhen on the podium folded her arms, waiting and watching.

Xie Lin has a feeling that no matter whether this scene will leave a deep impression on the students and teachers at the scene, it can be regarded as being true on his side.

A unique first day at school——

Wake up a real sleeper.

In fact, it's not that difficult. If it weren't for the fact that the school has school rules and classroom discipline, he couldn't have memorized a demerit on the first day, and would have picked up this idiot and dragged him from the back row to the podium to the head teacher, and let her solve it by herself. Problem students in class.

If that doesn't work, don't blame him.

Xie Lin pressed the knuckles of his fingers. People usually have itchy flesh under the ribs and on the side of the waist. Even if there is no acupuncture point, it is either extremely painful or unrestrained itching. If I don’t wake up, I call him Dad.

Thinking about it, Xie Lin found the right position and pinched it hard.

"Ahhh-"

With a loud cry, Lin Jiuxin bounced up as if he was going to lift off into the air. If it weren't for two walls, a table and a person to enclose him in a blind spot in all directions, he could take off on the spot.

The chair hit the back wall, the table hit the side wall, and there were two loud "booms", and the wall fell off a lot...

Xie Lin looked at Lin Jiuxin jumping back and forth in the confusion of not knowing where he was and the anger of getting up, and finally the fundus of his eyes gradually cleared up, and he met his gaze.

"You..." He frowned.

Xie Lin nodded silently.

"What the hell..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud voice from the podium: "Lin Jiuxin, are you swearing!"

The ending sound was full of vigor, and something flew over with a whoosh.

Xie Lin's proud reflexes came into play immediately, and as soon as he blocked it with his hand, the flight path of the object deviated, and it flew over the head of the sleeping god.

Lin Jiuxin snorted and covered her head.

The thing bounced off the wall, bounced off the wall under a table leg, and ended up spinning around on the smooth floor.

A small piece of chalk that sticks out and sticks out.

……

Who is this head teacher trying to throw at him?

Calling other people's names, the chalk flew towards me.

Wiping the chalk foam on the outer edge of his palm, Xie Lin raised his eyes to look at the podium, thinking in his heart that the goddamn shift system, this is to save his life, he can't let him go to heaven as soon as he plays roulette, it's okay to offend the head teacher , This day will not be over.

Go to work, go to work, walk up.

……

With a 'snap', my thoughts were interrupted, and there was a black bag on the podium.

"Come here and get the bag."

Teacher Zhen pointed at them both.

Seeing this bag again, Xie Lin will be able to put the whole thing together.

Last night, Lin Jiu didn't come back overnight, and he left home in a hurry without his schoolbag. Lin Shaonan sent him to the school the next day, and the messenger sent him to the homeroom teacher with drums and flowers...

But how did Double Speed ​​recognize his bag at a glance?

Xie Lin couldn't remember whose name the old man mentioned...

Lin Jiuxin didn't seem to understand the past and present of this schoolbag. It took him a long time to respond. He secretly took out his mobile phone and saw that there was a small red spot on Lin Shaonan's head on WeChat. He fell asleep when he entered work in the morning, and opened his eyes It's Xie Lin's face, I didn't see the message.

"May I give it to you?" Teacher Zhen said from the front.

Standing up with the desk supported, Lin Jiuxin was about to go out, Xie Lin sat on the outside of him, with a long leg tucked under the table, seeing the face from the legs, Lin Jiuxin said coldly: "Get out of the way."

With such a drawn expression, there is a... small red dot in the middle of his forehead.

Throwing is still red chalk, absolutely.

Xie Lin bit her lip.

The whole class was so quiet that it seemed that they were holding their breath, as if some big event was about to happen. On the one hand, Xie Lin was surprised, but on the other hand, he tried to pretend to be calm, so that the ginseng doll with red dots between the eyebrows in front of him would not notice the clues, and wanted to see him two more times. Eyes, super CUTE.

After all, the smile couldn't be hidden. When Xie Lin got up to move away, Xie Lin's long and narrow eyes turned up unnaturally. Lin Jiuxin noticed something, and immediately went to look at a nearby classmate, who pointed to his forehead.

Spit wetted his fingers, Lin Jiuxin trotted, wiped his head, and copied the schoolbag on the podium non-stop, but slowed down when he walked back, looking at Xie who was leaning against the back wall of the classroom, smiling and looking at each other with him. Lin, Lin Jiuxin's eyes were gloomy.

The two sat down one after another.

Teacher Zhen lowered his eyes, pressed the book, and said, "Class."

The classroom suddenly heard the sound of flipping books, and Xie Lin subconsciously touched his empty schoolbag.

Gee.

so annoying.

Xie Lin leaned heavily on the back of the chair, and glanced at the young master sitting next to him.

Lin Jiuxin was still lying on her stomach, but there was a soft cushion under her arm, a Chinese book.

Even more irritable, there is no textbook for what I want to listen to, and I sleep on a cushion for what I don’t want to listen to.

I can't say how much I hate this head teacher, but Xie Lin just doesn't want to ask her to talk about the textbooks in class, and it's impossible to interrupt the lecture to give it to him. Usually, he will say who to get along with, and find me after class...

He felt too strange when he first entered the class, and he didn't want to get along with anyone.

Xie Lin took out his mobile phone and pressed his forehead against the desk, trying to find textbooks on the APP, but perhaps part of his attention was pulled, and the voice from the side sounded a little weak.

"Don't think pinching me is for nothing."

It's not Xie Lin's problem, it's just the sound effect when talking on the stomach, it's dull and hoarse.

"I didn't think so." Xie Lin said.

The person lying on his stomach said again: "Don't leave after class."

"Don't go--" he made a long voice and kept searching on the phone.

Swiping through the long list of textbooks, listening to the lectures like chanting sutras, surrounded by stereo, Xie Lin began to feel drowsy, his eyelids became heavy, and just when he was about to close his eyes, he sat up suddenly as if he heard something... …

The whole class, including the teacher on the podium, was watching him.

"Bring your phone."

This sentence is so refreshing.

Xie Lin immediately threw it into the table bucket and raised his hand: "Teacher, I don't have any books."

"Read a book at the same table as you, and come to me after class," Teacher Zhen called out to the sleeping god who was still taking a nap, "Lin Jiuxin, get up and read it with Xie Lin."

He fell asleep most of the class, so let him get up and read? ?

Just as he was surprised, Teacher Zhen curled up his fingers and knocked on the podium a few times: "Xie Lin, mobile phone."

"Turn it off." Holding it up to show the black screen of the phone, Xie Lin became a little annoyed.

This time even making a sound was an extravagance, Teacher Zhen folded her arms and just looked at him like that.

Hold……

Reluctantly getting up, Xie Lin walked over and put the phone on the desk.

When he came back, he found that the sleeping god had not only woken up, but was also playing with his phone with his head down in the same posture as before.

"Teacher, he also looks at his phone." Xie Lin reported.

Someone with a hunched back turned his head to look at him first, then put away his mobile phone, sat up straight and leaned back in his chair, looking calmly at the podium.

The homeroom teacher didn't even have any interest in looking at Lin Jiuxin, so he lowered his head and continued, "Turn to the page, the idea of ​​this poem..."

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