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The reason why Song Boyang appeared at the bottom of the teaching building early was because he had received instructions from Sun Huiyun—today was the day when Fang Wenze returned to school, and Sun Huiyun asked Song Boyang to go downstairs to pick up Fang Wenze.

After Zhou Chiyu knew about it, he offered to go with Song Boyang, so this scene happened now.

In order to prevent Fang Wenze from being missed, Song Boyang and Zhou Chiyu agreed on a time of 45:[-].

Although both ended up arriving 15 minutes early.

Song Boyang, who didn't have a bench, couldn't calm down at all, and squatting with long hands and feet was not very comfortable. He had to stand up, walk and jump twice after memorizing a few words.

Fortunately, Zhou Chiyu didn't think the other party was noisy, but turned his head to look at Song Boyang from time to time, the eyes were the same as watching monkeys jumping around in the zoo.

"Here we come! I saw Fang Wenze!" Song Boyang said suddenly.

Zhou Chiyu also stuffed the English manual back into his school uniform pocket.

Fang Wenze was wearing an autumn school uniform, with wide trousers draped over his plaster-covered ankles. There were two crutches on one side and the other on the right. He walked forward with a little difficulty. He probably just started to get used to the use of crutches and was not proficient enough.

Behind him is a middle-aged woman wearing a black floral chiffon shirt, supporting Fang Wenze's back with one hand, and carrying a large transparent plastic bag with the other, moving forward slowly and slowly in line with Fang Wenze's pace.

When the two of them worked together to reach the bottom of the teaching building, Song Boyang greeted Fang Wenze's mother, "Hello, Auntie!"

Zhou Chiyu: "Hello, Auntie."

Song Boyang was the class monitor from the first year of high school to the second year of high school. Sometimes at the parent meeting, it was Song Boyang who charged the extra fees required by the school. Of course, Fang Wenze's mother knew him, "You are Song Boyang, right? Auntie knows you, You are the class monitor, and your Chinese scores have always been very good."

Turning around to see Zhou Chiyu's face, he found it strange, "What's your name, classmate? Auntie has a bad memory."

Zhou Chiyu: "Hello, Auntie, I'm Zhou Chiyu."

"You are Zhou Chiyu!" Fang Wenze's mother said, "Auntie has heard your name before, and your grades are particularly good."

Then turning his head, Fang Wenze said: "You should learn more from him, ask him for advice, ask him why he always ranks first in the school every time, and learn from it."

Fang Wenze couldn't take it anymore, "Mom."

Song Boyang and Zhou Chiyu looked at each other when they heard the words, and smiled awkwardly.

"Hey, Fang Wenze just can't stand it. It's a brittle bone in an omega, and it will break if you drop it." Fang Wenze's mother gave Fang Wenze a look, as if she was silently blaming him for accidentally breaking a bone.

Then he turned around and stuffed the plastic bag into Song Boyang's palm, "Auntie hasn't slept well these days, and she's just thinking about what to do when Fang Wenze arrives at school, staying at home and delaying his studies, going to school, class On the fifth floor, it's not convenient to go up and down the stairs, and my aunt doesn't have time to pick him up at noon... hey."

Sighing, he continued: "I know that Teacher Sun specially arranged for you to sit next to Fang Wenze, and I will ask you to take care of Fang Wenze for the next month. It is really troublesome!"

The transparent plastic bag was full of various snacks and fresh fruits, and it was so heavy that the flesh on Fang Wenze's mother's fingers was drawn with red marks by the transparent plastic bag.

Song Boyang hurriedly shied away, "No need, Auntie, this is what I should do."

Fang Wenze's mother: "Hold it, why are you being polite?"

Song Boyang refused, "No need, no need."

"At that time, I will trouble you to help Fang Wenze bring meals every day. I'm sorry if you don't accept Auntie, really."

"Take it, Auntie just wants to thank you."

Fang Wenze's mother pushed the snacks and fruits into Song Boyang's hands, and Song Boyang seemed unreasonable to refuse, and finally accepted it silently.

When going up the stairs, Fang Wenze's mother carried Fang Wenze up the stairs, Zhou Chiyu and Song Boyang each carried a cane, and Song Boyang carried an extra pack of snacks and fruits.

When entering the class, Fang Wenze felt as if everyone was looking at him, all kinds of scrutinizing, probing, and indifferent gazes, as if a layer of skin had been peeled off him.

Fang Wenze's mother settled down and Fang Wenze left.

The class is filled with the morning reading voices of the students intertwined.

Song Boyang went to his own place to pack up the books, and moved to Fang Wenze's deskmate. There were quite a lot of textbooks and teaching aids for the second year of high school.

Zhou Chiyu helped Song Boyang pack up and move books and change seats.

Jiang Jun came early today, and Fang Wenze's deskmate also came early. Originally, Jiang Jun was dubious when he heard Fang Wenze's deskmate said that he would change to Song Boyang's seat. It was only after receiving the book that I finally believed that the change of seat was not groundless.

He grabbed Song Boyang's arm, "Do you really want to change seats?"

It sounded a bit like a questioning, Song Boyang thought to himself, sure enough, Mr. Jiang would be unhappy.

Life is really fucked up, the person who changed the seat is not unhappy yet, Jiang Jun is unhappy first.

But Song Boyang knew that once he said anything in front of Jiang Jun, which sounded like he was defending Fang Wenze, Jiang Jun would definitely be angry, so he chose not to elaborate, but to be vague.

Song Boyang: "Yes."

Jiang Jun pointed to the plastic bag that Fang Wenze's mother forced Song Boyang to place under the desk for the time being, and asked in a deep voice, "What is this?"

Song Boyang took out a stack of books and devoted himself to stacking them to the height of two palms, "Fang Wenze's mother gave it to me."

Hearing this, Jiang Jun's tone was a little excited, "I bought you with a pack of snacks?!"

The movements in Song Boyang's hands suddenly froze. He lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly. After a few seconds, he managed to say, "Really."

Then turned away.

At that time, Zhou Chiyu was coming back from delivering a stack of books, frowned and said to Jiang Jun, "Keep your voice down."

Zhou Chiyu lowered his voice, "I heard what you just said when I was standing next to Fang Wenze, do you really think Fang Wenze can't hear you?"

Jiang Jun was still angry, and the words he said were like swallowing dynamite, immediately, "No, you also speak for Fang Wenze?"

He looked at Zhou Chiyu, "Have you forgotten how Fang Wenze treated you in the incident of the tasteless pheromone before? He allowed you to be wronged, and now you help him speak?"

Jiang Junyue said more and more angry, "Also, what happened to Song Boyang when he broke his leg? Doesn't he still have Wang Dong as a 'good friend'? Let Wang Dong help him? Just because Song Boyang is the squad leader, what? Everything falls on the squad leader, right? Why is Fang Wenze so special?"

Zhou Chiyu looked at Jiang Jun, his eyes became cold, "Then what do you want?"

"You want Song Boyang to ignore this matter, that's your idea. Before Sun Huiyun changed seats, he asked Song Boyang for his opinion. It was his choice to sit at the same table with Fang Wenze."

"He has already made such a choice. As a friend, shouldn't you respect, understand and support his choice from Song Boyang's point of view?"

Jiang Jun stared at Zhou Chiyu, speechless for a while.

Zhou Chiyu took half a step forward, looking down at Jun Jiang who was sitting on the seat, "Could it be that you want him to go back on his word at this time and go tell Sun Huiyun that he won't change the seat?"

"Okay, okay, okay." Song Boyang didn't expect that he would send a book back. Zhou Chiyu and Jiang Jun were almost at the point of quarreling. He first put his arms around Zhou Chiyu's shoulders, and pulled him back. After taking a half step, he stroked Zhou Chiyu's hair reassuringly, like smoothing the hair of a cat that was blown out, "Don't be angry, don't be angry."

Then he patted Jun Jiang on the shoulder, "Calm down, too."

Song Boyang picked up another stack of books, and said with a low smile to Jiang Jun, "I know you don't want me, so I didn't say no to getting it back. I'll get it back when his legs are healed."