The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

The weekly meeting was a bit long, and the school committee of the next class kindly brought over the English test papers, and the people in the first row organized and distributed them.

Then, there was another discussion in the classroom.

"Wow, Shuyi. It's so difficult to take 140. It should be the highest score in our class again."

A girl walked up to Li Shuyi with the test paper and said, her tone of voice was not hard to hide her envy.

"Wow! I only made one mistake in reading, no wonder it's so high." Someone said.

"As expected of being the son of an English teacher, he gets the highest score every time."

"It's amazing! I can't understand many of the test papers this time..."

As the son of the leader of the English research group, Li Shuyi has achieved the highest score in a single English subject in his grade in every exam since junior high school, and has maintained his position as the number one in English for so many years.

"Although reading the test paper this time is difficult, the questions are not difficult."

Li Shuyi took the test paper, suppressed the slight smug look between his brows and said, "So as long as you look carefully in the text, it's not difficult to get one hundred and four."

"Hey, you all have a natural talent for languages, not like me. If you don't have a sense of language, no matter how hard you learn, you can't compare to those of you who have a good sense of language."

"Sense of language really needs to be practiced slowly."

Li Shuyi said consolingly: "Because my family has a strong English atmosphere, I started to learn English when I was very young."

"I'm envious that you have an English teacher and parents, like mine doesn't have one."

"It's not something we can choose. It's good if everyone works hard."

"Your mother is an English teacher, so do you often speak English at home?" Someone asked.

"Not really, but I sometimes communicate with foreign teachers."

"Oh my God, you still communicate with foreign teachers, it's too good."

"If you want to improve your English level, you have to practice like this, like sleeping in English class every day will definitely not work..."

Li Shuyi is a conscientious and good student in the class. Coupled with his good English performance, he is also quite popular among girls in the class.

Wang Junlin lay down on the table and listened, "cut" and said in a low voice, "You are so good at English."

Unfortunately, this sentence was overheard, and someone joked, "Old Wang, you must be jealous."

"Why am I jealous? I'm jealous. There's nothing to be jealous about."

Wang Junlin was dissatisfied and muttered in class.

"The representative of the envious class is one hundred and four, who else in the class can compare with it."

The man joked.

English is generally not difficult to learn compared to subjects such as physics and chemistry. As long as you are a little more serious, it is not difficult to pass the [-] in the exam.

But to be top-notch, you still need a solid foundation, especially this exam is so difficult, and there are very few students who are [-] in the whole grade.

"Why not, one hundred and four is amazing." Wang Junlin said hilariously.

Everyone laughed, but didn't take it seriously.

After all, Li Shuyi's English scores are obvious to all, otherwise, he wouldn't have been the first in a single subject for so many years.

"Old Wang, you sold your underpants for a hundred and forty dollars, don't be ashamed."

"That's right, you're talking about your sister..."

Wang Junlin rolled his eyes and scanned the classroom.

Coincidentally, seeing that the test papers of Wen Yan's group were about to arrive, he muttered, "Who said there are no more? Why don't I have a hundred and four for the University of Wenzhou?"

As soon as the voice fell, several people were silent for a few seconds, not knowing how to answer.

Because Wen Yan does have this strength, but their inertial thinking first brought it in.

"One hundred and forty-five, you can see for yourself."

Wang Junlin regained the initiative, took Wen Yan's test paper in front of everyone, and said, "Whoever said there is no one hundred and four, I, Wen Xueba, have one hundred and four!"

The face of Li Shuyi in the front row became not so good-looking, and the people in front who were still chasing and praising him were also slightly embarrassed.

It's about defeating magic with magic.

"Congratulations to another English master in my class. From now on, English in our class will rise."

A boy reacted quickly and smoothed things over, and the people below followed suit.

"After the class representative, my class has another English master, congratulations."

"From now on, my class will be successful, and the teacher will be so unhappy..."

It was like this when I was a student. There are more or less small cliques in every class, no matter if they are boys or girls.Although everyone plays and plays together on weekdays, they are well aware of their relationship in private.

The third class is divided into the front and back rows, the front row is represented by Li Shuyi and other academic masters with good grades, and the back row is Wang Junlin, Wu Fei, and Luo Qing who have more average grades and have more contacts on weekdays.

Of course, the two bosses who were in the back row had to be eliminated.

Wang Junlin returned the test paper, Wu Fei kicked him and said, "What are you complaining about here? Have you asked Wen Xueba?"

In fact, Wang Junlin couldn't help being agitated, and now he has realized that this is not good, but he still said: "Sooner or later, we must know that Wen Xueba has this ability. Who told him to show off all day long because of his good English."

"Old Wang, I support you in this wave."

Luo Qing gave Wang Junlin a thumbs-up secretly: "You didn't see Li Shuyi's face just now, I would have died laughing there."

Xia Yu and Liu Wei also turned their heads and said, "Wen Yan, your English is too good, the first grade must not have escaped."

"I'll just hang out with you from now on, I've never passed one hundred and three in English..."

Most of their grades are considered average in the class, neither good nor bad, so they can't compare with the top students in the front row who are arranged according to their grades.

It may be because he has been used to being praised by others for so many years, Li Shuyi is a bit arrogant, and he cannot be said to be arrogant, but he has the common faults of those who are arrogant and academic, and he may not even be aware of it.

These are of course nothing for good grades, but if the grades are not that good, you may not be so impressed.

In particular, Li Shuyi likes to insinuate those who sleep in class in the back row when he has nothing to do, which invisibly accumulates dissatisfaction in the class.

Now the status of the altar has been broken by people, there are those who go to the theater and those who step on it.

"I'm not as good as you say," Wen Yan said with a polite smile, "It's just that I usually do more questions."

A humble attitude, not at all complacent.Such a comparison is even more obvious.

Li Shuyi gritted his teeth secretly, but still pretended to be nonchalant, showing that he didn't care, and some people began to say that he was in a good mood.

Now Wang Junlin could see it too, couldn't help but let out a cold sneer, and forcibly held back his expression as he wanted to say something.

Jiang Han watched the whole scene, a little bit amused, and whispered to the person next to him: "Xueba, you have offended many people now."

Wen Yan said "um" indifferently, just like the first day of school, as if he was not interested in anything.

Jiang Han was not surprised by the expected reaction.

After all, with a gentle temperament, he really doesn't care about these things.

Jiang Han coughed, and said quite righteously: "But it doesn't matter if you offend anyone, as long as I'm here, no one will bully my deskmate!"

Wu Fei: "..."

Wen Yan: "..."

Wu Feixin said you could get it, and everyone ran away when they saw you.

...

Since the thunderstorm half a month ago, the heat has dropped rapidly, and the temperature of more than 20 degrees is a comfortable and pleasant season.Tongcheng is to the south, so even in winter, the temperature will not drop very low.

These days are the rainy season, and the last class on Friday is physics class. A heavy rain came and wet the window sill. Everyone listened to the sound of the rain in the classroom.

When the rain hits the pipa, autumn comes late.

"This test is generally difficult, but you can still get the points you should get. Our class has a score of [-], and there are only two scores above [-]..."

Zhang Man was summarizing the exam on the podium, and the people below were drowsy.

"What should I do? It's raining so hard that I didn't bring an umbrella."

"I didn't bring either..."

The heavy rain awakened some people from drowsiness, and some girls were worried underneath.

"There should be no mistakes in the first few multiple-choice questions. We have done the knowledge points many times, but there are still many people who make mistakes."

"We need to practice more at ordinary times. Our class is good at physics, and everyone should learn more like the representatives of the physics class."

Zhang Man has a good temper. Even when he mentions some knowledge points that are always wrong, he will not lose his temper. He just patiently tells everyone again.

"That Jiang Han, come up and talk about the last multiple-choice question."

Zhang Man pushed his eyes on the podium and began to explain the test paper.

"The class representative?"

No one answered, Zhang Man shouted again.

Outside the window was the sound of rain, the classroom was very quiet, and more than a dozen pairs of eyelids were fighting up and down in the classroom.

Realizing that someone was shouting on the stage, a boy replied below: "The class representative has gone to the office."

"Oh."

Jiang Han's seat was empty, Zhang Man withdrew his gaze and continued to talk about the test paper.

"Dafei, why did Brother Han go to the office?"

Luo Qing secretly threw a ball of paper onto Wu Fei's desk, winked and said, "Would you like to go to an Internet cafe after class to have fun?"

"Screw it."

Wu Fei looked up from the phone in the book.After finishing speaking, he glanced at Wen Yan again, lowered his voice a bit, and said with a gesture of wiping his neck: "Gargamel is going to arrest people today, and he will go if he is not afraid of death."

"Gargamel" is the director of politics and education in their grade, named Wu Geyu, who usually likes to wander around the campus when he has nothing to do.He specializes in catching people for fun, and his investigative methods are extremely powerful.He may appear anywhere in the school.

In short, only you can't think of it, and you can't find it without him.

So even if you are hiding in the school toilet and doing bad things, you have to be careful if Gargamel will come over quietly to see if the next door is there.

After all, someone had been punished like this before.

In the past few weeks since the beginning of school, Gargamel has not harvested "trophies" at school, and gradually turned his attention to Internet cafes outside the school.

"Really or not, fidelity?"

Luo please shrank his neck and retreated.The last time he was chased by Gargamel for several kilometers, he almost died from running, and he still has lingering fears.

Wu Fei: "Believe it or not, don't blame me for not reminding you."

"Forget it, Gargamel's lung capacity will not be a problem if he lives another 50 years."

A class passed quickly, and the bell for the end of get out of class on Friday was like a "sound of nature", and everyone woke up instantly after dozing off.

After Zhang Man yelled "get out of class is over", everyone in the classroom rushed out of the classroom.

Chen Xing was on duty today. After sweeping the floor, he saw that Wen Yan hadn't left yet, so he walked over and said, "Wen Yan, let's go."

Wen Yan finished a physics problem, got up to pack his schoolbag, and said, "Well, let's go."

The autumn rain was still falling, dripping and washing the campus, and the two walked downstairs together.

"By the way, did you bring an umbrella?" Chen Xing asked.

"Bring it."

"We still don't have much rain here," Chen Xing said, "It's usually just a few days. Hey, are you still working part-time?"

The milk tea shop where the two worked part-time was transferred last week, so they didn't go there anymore.

"No." Wen Yan said.

His part-time job was originally just to pass the time during the holidays, but now that school is starting, it doesn't matter whether he works part-time or not.

"Originally, it was just a part-time job to save some money to buy a game equipment, and it was almost enough, so I transferred it if I didn't think about it."

Chen Xing sighed helplessly: "Do you think my physique is bad luck?"

Wen Yanxiao: "If you can go to work for a full week, maybe you can save it."

"Hey, how could I have thought of it, now my intestines are full of regret."

Originally, part-time jobs were not forced by life. During the part-time job, Chen Xing asked for leave every other day, and he did not earn much in a day.

"By the way, my house faces the back door." Chen Xing pointed behind him, "Then I'll go first, see you next week."

"Well, see you next week."

The rain in early autumn soaked a bit of coolness, and the fog and rain made the campus very quiet.The raindrops hit the emerald leaves crisply, and dripped down the bluestone path along the leaf path, splashing fine raindrops all over the ground.

The green moss on the corner of the wall has absorbed the rain juice and secretly spread towards the classroom window sill.

A few girls came down from the teaching building, whispered arm in arm, and left with an umbrella, looking back secretly from time to time.

There was a quiet young man standing in front of the teaching building. His white shirt was as clean as it was bright, and his pretty face was like a dream painting. The autumn rain added melancholy, which made them think of the word "Mr. Pianpian".

Wen Yan stood quietly for a while before teaching, and then went down the stairs with an umbrella.

The whiteboard shoes were stained with mud, they should be washed when they go back, Wen Yan thought to himself.

Not far away, someone got under Wen Yan's umbrella with a wet body.Jiang Han still had raindrops on his face, and smiled: "Same table, don't mind going home together."

Wen Yan was used to this man's thick skin, so he stepped forward without saying anything.

Jiang Han consciously held an umbrella, and babbled all the way: "I thought it wouldn't rain today, so I didn't bring an umbrella."

"The weather is always changing. It's really moody. Hey, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival next week. Any plans?"

"Anyway, we live in the same community, why don't we go out to play together during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and enhance the friendship between classmates..."

The rain seemed to start to fall heavily again, heading towards the torrential rain. There were few people on the campus, and Jiang Han's chatter was gradually drowned in the sound of the rain.

The rain poured into a curtain, which cut off the twilight world, and the two teenagers walked in the rain.

It was pouring rain, and the umbrella couldn't support the two of them, half of Jiang Han's shoulder was soaked quickly.

He hesitated to speak softly: "You..."

Jiang Han stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"

Noticing that Wen Yan's gaze fell on his shoulder, Jiang Han's brows and eyes were stained with a smile, and said happily, "Yanyan, are you caring about me?"

Wen Yan pursed her lips and looked at him without speaking.

"Anyway, I just ran here and my clothes were wet."

Jiang Han didn't care and said, "It's okay to be exposed to some rain. I'm strong and I'll be fine." The man took an inch and moved closer, "It's your words, I'm really glad that you care about me."

Wen Yan curled his hands hanging by his side, took a step back, and said with lowered eyes, "Let's go."

When the two arrived at the community, the rain had stopped.

"See you the day after tomorrow, at the same table." Jiang Han waved goodbye, in a good mood.

Wen Yan rarely replied to him: "See you the day after tomorrow."