The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

The weather in Tongcheng has always had distinct seasons. Since the rain in August, the weather has suddenly entered autumn. The ginkgo leaves on the roadside are beginning to turn yellow, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

The first day of school in Tongcheng No. [-] Middle School, in the office.

Jiang Jiaguo, the head teacher of Class [-] and [-] in high school, lowered his head again to confirm that the report card showed full marks in all four subjects. Then he finally put away his exaggerated expression of wide-eyed eyes, and looked at the boy standing quietly with downcast eyes. .

He was overjoyed in his heart, but he still coughed in a disguised manner, and put on the majesty of a head teacher: "Study hard in the next year and a half, you will have no problem getting into a prestigious school with your grades, and you will follow me later." I'll report to the classroom."

Wen Yan hummed lightly, and Jiang Jiaguo said again: "Oh, the school uniforms are not here yet, so you don't need to wear them for now. The teaching progress of our school is slower than that of Changheng Middle School. You can follow your own study plan Come on. If you have any questions that you don't understand, you can ask the teacher..."

It was rare for Jiang Jiaguo to be so patient, so he gave him careful instructions before leading him to the classroom.

The first day is basically a matter of arranging the start of school, and there are no classes.All the classrooms and classes are noisy, and those who skip classes can go from the first floor to the fifth floor.

As soon as Jiang Jiaguo walked to the door of the classroom, an unknown object flew out of it, and Jiang Jiaguo was kicked right in the middle.

Immediately afterwards, a figure rushed out to pick it up, and without even looking at it, he hurriedly said, "Please give way, you are in a hurry!"

Jiang Jiaguo looked down. It was the summer homework for this semester, and the first page was still a bright blank page.

Jiang Jiaguo: "..."

He tried to take a deep breath and told himself to make a good impression in front of good students.

The boy waited for a few seconds, but no one raised his leg, so he raised his head impatiently and looked up.

Seeing this, he was so frightened that all three souls lost his six souls, and he stumbled: "Old, old, teacher, I, I..."

He "I" for a long time, but he couldn't say a complete sentence.

Jiang Jiaguo let go of his feet, frowned and gave the boy a fierce look, then looked at the sparse people in the classroom, and finally held back his temper and said, "Zhang Hao, you're capable. I'll deal with you later."

"Go, call them all back to me."

No need to call, someone in the classroom has already tipped off the news.After a while, scattered people from the campus poured into the classroom one after another.

Five minutes later, the classroom was full of people.The appearance of each of them sitting upright with their lapels seems to have "changed their appearance".

Standing on the podium, Jiang Jiaguo coughed, and solemnly announced: "This semester, there will be a new student in our class. Welcome everyone."

After the words fell, there was a burst of applause, and dozens of pairs of inquiring eyes turned to Wen Yan standing at the door of the classroom.

"Hi everyone, my name is Wen Yan. I will spend the rest of my study life with everyone."

The boy's voice was warm and clean, like a touch of pure snow in winter.

After Wen Yan introduced himself, there was spontaneously more enthusiastic applause from below, and many girls were already whispering secretly.

Jiang Jiaguo told him to find a seat first.

The number of seats in Tongcheng No. 50 Middle School is fixed, no more, no less than [-] per class, and most of the extra empty seats are placed there for sundries or Ren YouQi.Generally, there are more than [-] people in a class on average, so the first and second rows from the bottom of the classroom are basically not full of people.

Wen Yan scanned around, and walked towards the empty seat by the window in the last row.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but he feels that everyone's expression on him seems to be a little...strange, with a hint of, um...sympathy.

"Hey! So you're in our class." As soon as Wen Yan sat down, someone quietly came over to talk to him.

Wen Yan followed the sound, and was a little surprised to find that it was Chen Xing. They both worked part-time at the same milk tea shop during the summer vacation.

"What a coincidence." Wen Yan greeted.

"Although you are only in the second year of high school, you are not far away from the third year of high school. The college entrance examination is fast or slow."

"We are a key class in science, so we should keep our spirits up. Last year, our school had a Huaqing class. I hope we can work harder this year and strive for another glory..."

Jiang Jiaguo was speaking slowly on the podium, and Chen Xing sat diagonally opposite Wen Yan.Taking advantage of Jiang Jiaguo's inattention, he stooped and slipped to the seat in front of Wen Yan.

"Do you know that you have been posted on the same city post for almost a month, and you are now a celebrity in our school."

Chen Xing poked the table behind him, restrained his excitement, and his tone was as excited as if he was the one who was famous.

Wen Yan didn't know about this, he seldom surfed the Internet, so he shook his head.

"You were also being discussed in the group just now. Congratulations, you have been successfully promoted to our school's grassroots..."

Chen Xing secretly took out his mobile phone, and was about to show Wen Yan the post, when he saw Jiang Jiaguo walking down, he had to put the phone back.

He hesitated to speak: "Are you... sure you want to take this seat?"

"Is there a problem?" Wen Yan asked.

"No, no problem." Chen Xing said hesitantly, "...but we have to swipe the school badge to get in and out of the school, and you can get it at the Academic Affairs Office. If you don't know, I can take you there."

In fact, Jiang Jiaguo had already told Wen Yan when he came, but he still said "thank you".

There is no class in the morning, just to talk about some precautions for the start of school.After Jiang Jiaguo left, more than half of the people in the classroom were as busy as if they had beaten chicken blood—running around in every corner to catch up with homework.

There was chaos in the classroom, and the seat next to Wen Yan was empty. I don't know if there was no one or no report.

There are two boys at the table in front of him, one is Xia Yu and the other is Liu Wei.After they greeted Wen Yan, they also joined the hard-working team.

Xia Yu in front copied most of it, and suddenly remembered to ask Wen Yan which school he was from.

The location of Tongcheng No. [-] Middle School is a bit mysterious. It is adjacent to "Changheng Middle School", one of the four famous schools, next to "International High School" in a coastal city, and to the west is "Haitian Private School" with strong financial resources and materials.Although the overall level of teachers is not bad, but in this unembarrassing position, only students with good grades were poached away in previous years, and it was rare to see someone transfer in.

There are only a few high schools in this nearby city, that is to say... In terms of transfer, it is likely to come from these two famous universities!

Sure enough, the next second he heard Wen Yan say, "I used to study in Changheng Middle School."

Xia Yu was silent for a moment, then asked again: "What class?"

In fact, Wen Yan didn't really want to answer, but facing Xia Yu's searching and longing eyes, he politely said: "Experimental class."

These three words are like a boulder falling into the lake, causing thousands of waves in the classroom.

You must know that the experimental classes in Changheng Middle School are basically made of materials from Huaqing Peking University, and their teaching mode is also strictly implemented according to a set of standards. Many people can't get in even if they squeeze their heads. ——Of course, Wen Yan doesn't look like a fool either.

Therefore, even if it is the bottom one in the experimental class of Changheng Middle School, it is a proper "sweet pastry" in other schools.

Chen Xing said "Damn it", then turned his head and stared at Wen Yan in disbelief: "Did our principal give you a huge sum of money?"

It looked as if his own cabbage had been arched by a pig.

Wen Yan wanted to laugh a little: "No, I only transferred here for my own personal reasons."

"Wow, no wonder Lao Jiang was so gentle to you just now." Someone said again.

"Experimental class, the smoke from my ancestral grave isn't that bad..."

After discussing in the classroom for a while, everyone also had a basic impression of the transfer students. The college bully transferred from the experimental class of Changheng Middle School did not know what kind of luck their school had this year.

A noon passed quickly, and the second and third classes of high school were the key classes.In the afternoon, the class schedule was released and posted on the bulletin board in the classroom. Three consecutive periods were physics lessons.

The class bell rang twice in the afternoon, and the physics teacher Zhang Mancai came from the office unhurriedly.He put the test paper under his arm on the podium, cleared his throat, adjusted his hands and shouted "Class".

The students in the classroom all stood up when they heard the sound, and said "Hello, teacher" together.

"Hi students, please sit down."

Zhang Slow changed the non-existent hairstyle on the top of his head, looked around the classroom, and saw that there were a few empty rows in each row at the back of the classroom, so he asked, "Where's the representative of the physics class?"

"I haven't seen it today, maybe I have to ask for leave." Someone replied.

"Okay then, let's go to class first."

The classroom was not full, and Zhang Huan had a good temper and didn't say anything. There would always be people absent on the first day of school.The textbooks won't arrive until tomorrow, Zhang Slow talked about the test papers of the last final exam.

Wen Yan didn't have an exam paper, so Liu Wei lent his own exam paper to Wen Yan, who read it with Xia Yu.

The cool breeze outside the classroom window, accompanied by the sound of cicadas one after another, makes people drowsy.The days when school starts are always the most depressing. Changes in work schedules and staying up late to catch up with homework make it hard not to make people fall asleep.

Half lying on the bottom and half down, the few remaining lecturers in the front row also had droopy eyelids, trying not to fall asleep.

"This question seems to ask for the force of the small ball, but it is actually a test of how much force the car has reached."

"The question is very classic, so students must read the question clearly when reviewing the question..."

The old ceiling fan on the ceiling of the classroom seems to be unbearably heavy, "buzzing" tirelessly.The green trees grow lush outside the window, blocking the scorching sun.

"Report."

In the middle of the class, the classroom door was pushed open.

The clear and crisp male voice rang out in the dull classroom, awakening some people from their drowsiness.

There was a slender boy standing at the door of the classroom, wearing a black basketball uniform, a small half of the red string pendant around his neck was casually exposed, and thin drops of water were dripping from his wet bangs. What are you doing.

The people in the classroom seemed to be used to it. They glanced at the door, then turned their eyes back, and continued to make appointments with Zhou.

Wen Yan stared at the person standing at the door of the classroom for three seconds, frowned imperceptibly, and turned his gaze away again.

Zhang Man stopped lecturing, adjusted his reading glasses, saw the person coming, and said, "Come in, don't be late next time."

Jiang Han flicked his bangs to cover his eyes casually, raised his feet and walked towards the last row by the window habitually.But as soon as he sat down, he realized something was wrong.

There is someone in the seat next to him.

Looking up at the person next to him, first the white neck...

Then there was that man's thin and handsome chin...

And then...um, that familiar mole on the corner of the side face? !

Jiang Han: "..."