Be at the same table with the rumored boss

After deciding to skip class for evening self-study, Su Mianyang waited for a long time but did not see Xiao Lang coming back. He lay down on the table to sleep for a while, and told Zhang Haichao to wake him up when Xiao Lang came back.

After waiting for the second period, Xiao Lang returned to the classroom after 10 minutes of class.

The second class is English. Xia Qing has a good temper. Seeing Xiao Lang coming late, instead of criticizing him, he asked with concern, "Did you go to the infirmary to get medicine? Are you feeling sick?"

"I caught a cold," Xiao Lang responded with the medicine in his hand, "Sorry for being late."

The teacher waved his hand, signaling Xiao Lang to go back to his seat.

The speaker had no intention of listening while the listener was interested. Reminiscent of the two people standing outside the classroom blowing the wind in the last class, it is not difficult to know the reason why Xiao Lang caught a cold.

Su Mianyang turned his head to look at Xiao Lang. The other person looked innocent at all, took out the English paper from the desk, and began to listen carefully without giving him a look.

Probably because he thought he did something meaningless.

Su Mianyang clicked his tongue, grabbed Zhang Haichao's paper and dragged it towards him, propped his head on one hand, and stared at the test paper with a bitter expression.

Zhang Haichao was completely confused by this set of actions, "No...brother, what do you mean?"

Su Mianyang didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, "Don't talk to me in class, study hard, you know?"

Zhang Haichao: Are you worthy of saying such things?

It was rare for Su Mianyang to listen carefully in English class. After studying a class with concentration, he really understood most of it, and even memorized some grammar by hand.

A class passed quickly, Su Mianyang was staring at the fountain pen on the table, wondering what he was thinking, when he suddenly felt someone pat him on the shoulder, he raised his head subconsciously, and happened to bump into Xiao Lang's line of sight.

Xiao Lang held the medicine bag and handed it to his eyes.

Su Mianyang froze for a while, unable to react.

"Isatidis root, Ganmaoling, basically these two kinds, just to be on the safe side."

Seeing that he didn't pick it up, Xiao Lang said again, "Looking at your own situation, it's most likely due to wind and cold. If it doesn't work, go to the infirmary."

"Ah...you..." Su Mianyang reached out to take the medicine bag, but his fingertips inadvertently touched Xiao Lang's fingertips, and he was shocked as if he was electrocuted.

Su Mianyang withdrew his hand in a hurry, and an indescribable emotion slowly flowed through his heart. He didn't know what tone he used to ask this sentence, "Are you late for class because you went to the infirmary I bought medicine?"

"By the way." Xiao Lang calmly withdrew his hand.

By the way?

The teaching building where their classroom is located is the last row of the teaching area. The small office of the liberal arts teacher is just opposite the classroom, while the infirmary is in the first row of the teaching area, in the same position as the [-]th class of science. The two places are just the diagonals of the teaching area.

He clearly told him not to do meaningless things, but he himself did so many meaningless things.

Su Mianyang has never seen such an awkward person like Xiao Lang.

Su Mianyang sighed, "Little classmate, you... are really not cute."

"I also think," Xiao Lang said in a deep voice, "I should be the handsome type, not the cute one."

"... Does my sentence sound like a compliment?" Su Mianyang's emotion was choked in his throat.

Damn, one sentence ruined the sensational atmosphere, he said it's no wonder Xiao Lang has a face that should not be approached by others, otherwise there would be more people around him, and he would collapse to nothing if he pretended to be a high-cold student with a mouth left.

Xiao Lang propped his head on one hand and looked at him, "It's up to you to speak, and up to me to understand."

'Whether it is meaningful or not depends more on the ontology. I think it is meaningful if it is meaningful. '

In an instant, Su Mianyang thought of what he had said to Xiao Lang in the last class, and the feeling of being choked by the reasons he said himself was indescribable.

"It's a pity that I don't have the opportunity to be the same table, otherwise I would come out every class and bore you to death." Su Mianyang said.

In order to urge the students to learn, the seats of the sixth class are changed once a month. The rotation system adopts the method of selecting the total score in descending order, that is, the position of No.1 with the total score of the class is selected first, and then No.2, and so on until the end one.

Su Mianyang is the last one all the year round, and he has no right to choose the seat at all. Only Zhang Haichao can help a few people to sit together.

The next class is the fixed time for changing seats every month. Xiao Lang's first place in the grade meant that there would be a whole class distance between them.

"Do you want to continue to sit at the same table with me?" Xiao Lang raised his eyes upon hearing this, and looked at Su Mianyang with a bit of inquiry.

"Xueba, don't be so narcissistic?" Su Mianyang looked away, stretched out his curled right hand, and tapped the table with his index finger, "I'm just used to being at the same table with you, nothing else. It means that if you sit at the same table for a long time, you will be the same as everyone else."

Xiao Lang didn't speak any more.

Su Mianyang breathed a sigh of relief.

When Xiao Lang looked at him intently and asked him if he wanted to continue sitting at the same table, his breathing became disordered for a moment, which made him subconsciously deny it.

But when Su Mianyang reacted, he realized that it was just a question of whether to continue to be at the same table, and there was really no need for duplicity.

"Same table." Su Mianyang called Xiao Lang.

"Huh?" Xiao Lang looked at him and waited for the next sentence.

Su Mianyang opened his mouth, but in the end he only said, "It's nothing."

Su Mianyang wanted to tell Xiao Lang frankly that I really like being at the same table with you, you are very nice.

But he just couldn't utter this simple sentence, so he could only use a cryptic tablemate title with a pun, so that when Xiao Lang responded to him, it was as if he had promised to continue to be at the same table with him.

Liu Juan walked into the classroom to organize seat changes, and the whole class stood out of the classroom, and she called the names according to the ranking list, and those whose names were called entered the classroom to choose their seats.

In fact, the seats have been changed twice. The places everyone wants to sit are basically fixed, and only a few people will adjust them. After all, they are all students in the same class. They really occupy other people's seats without asking a word. Still a minority.

Xiao Lang was the first to enter the class, and he went directly to his original seat and sat down without intending to move his seat.

Liu Juan read the names of a few more people. The first few were basically minor adjustments, and they were concentrated in the first four rows in the middle of the podium.

When she reached Qian Haitang, she lowered her head and couldn't help but look at Xiao Lang again and again. After much hesitation, she stood outside Xiao Lang, "Can I... sit inside you?"

Xiao Lang had no reason to refuse, he looked at Qian Haitang and asked, "Do you want to sit in that seat?"

Qian Haitang's face flushed slightly after being accosted suddenly, her ranking was mid-to-high, and it was indeed a disadvantage to choose this position, but it would be different if she was at the same table as Xiao Lang, so she chose this place after comprehensive consideration.

Although Qian Haitang didn't quite understand the meaning of Xiao Lang's question, she still nodded.

Xiao Lang stood up and offered her a seat.

It was really cold in City Z in January, so that when Su Mianyang was the only one left outside the classroom, his bones and joints became a little numb when he squatted, and his legs even went weak when he stood up and opened the classroom door.

He first looked at Xiao Lang's original position, and was relieved when he found that the person was still sitting there, but when he was about to walk over, he realized that there was a girl sitting next to Xiao Lang, a pupil from Class Six. Goddess Qian Haitang.

The remaining surprise in his heart was washed away, Su Mianyang looked away, and only then did he see Zhang Haichao in the last two rows waving at him.

Su Mianyang strode over, not even daring to stop when passing Xiao Lang.

When I sat in the seat, I was still familiar with people in the front, back, left, and right, only the outermost one turned into a boy who hadn't had much contact with him on weekdays.

Zhang Haichao sighed, "When I chose, there was still a seat where Goddess Qian was sitting. Brother, if it wasn't for you to occupy a seat, I would be able to sit at the same table as Goddess."

Su Mianyang was bored inside and didn't want to talk to Zhang Haichao. He and Zhang Haichao were the same type of students, and they could change seats as soon as they pulled out their schoolbags.

But there are more students in the class with a large pile of tutoring materials. At this time, most of them are still arranging new seats, and the sound of tables and chairs being pulled across the concrete floor is very ear-piercing.

Su Mianyang turned over two pages of the book and felt a little irritable, so she lay down on the table.

Changing seats is a big project, probably not until the end of the self-study class, the students sat in their seats.

Zhang Haichao was already yelling that he was hungry, and he wanted to jump up when he heard the bell rang. Su Mianyang excused that he was not feeling well and wanted to sleep, so he didn't eat dinner.

He was lying on the table sullenly, and after a long time, he really slowly lost consciousness. At the last moment of falling asleep, there was only one thought in his mind: I slept so many times today, maybe it was because of the long sleep he missed before. All made up.

What woke Su Mianyang up was the sound of the table and chairs moving next to him. He was so disturbed that he just raised his head and wanted to scold that person, but it was Xiao Lang's face that caught his eyes.

Su Mianyang was stunned for a while, watching Xiao Lang change places with the boy outside him, move the table and chair back two rows, and became his deskmate again.

Xiao Lang met his undisguised gaze, "It will take some time to get used to the new tablemate, I'm too lazy to get to know each other again."

"At the same table," Xiao Lang said before he could say anything, "I know you don't care, I want to be at the same table with you."

All Su Mianyang's emotions died down at this moment.

In fact, Su Mianyang has always been very irritable, so that's fine, the problem is that he is still a shameless master.

It’s okay to argue with the teacher on weekdays, but if the people around him choked him several times, he would have exploded a long time ago. He could sulk for a whole day and would not be coaxed easily. This can be seen from the tense relationship between him and Mr. Su Get confirmed.

Before a certain exam when he was a child, Su Gu promised to give him a remote control plane if he could get on the list. Although Su Mianyang had no idea about remote control planes at the time, he still took this promise seriously in his heart.

However, when he really went home with the award, Su Gu seemed to have completely forgotten what he said, and cheerfully said that he would take him out for a meal, and did not mention the remote control aircraft at all. Tore the certificate to pieces.

He is serious and stubborn, and feels that promises are more important than the sky. He has been a child who can't cry since he was a child.

If you want something, you will just keep silent in your heart, don’t want to say anything, don’t like to say it, and if you don’t try to fight for it, it will be a pity at most, but Su Mianyang will feel ashamed if you still get nothing after asking for it.

Xiao Lang is an exception.

Although the little classmate's mouth is very poisonous, which makes him feel ashamed from time to time, and he never forgets to pull him into the water every time he is tricked, but Xiao Lang still understands his demands from his eyes, and sticks to his jokes. I gave it to him, and pulled the table and chairs to be his deskmate.

It may be difficult for people who have not experienced repeated missed appointments to understand this kind of emotion. He does not need to distinguish which is a joke and which is a compliment from the other party's words, and no longer needs to worry about expectations being thrown high and suddenly falling into the dust.

Just like the hand that woke him up from the nightmare, gave him a taste of peace of mind.