The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

Thanks to the flag-raising ceremony and the blessings of the leaders who were eloquent and touching under the red flag, more than half of the morning passed successfully.The two classes after the big class break are English, which is dictation according to the convention.

"Brother Han, don't you memorize the words?"

In the corridor, after Jiang Han finished raising the flag, he leaned leisurely on the railing to enjoy the cool breeze. His crisp white short sleeves were blown up slightly by the breeze, and the girls passing by secretly glanced at him from time to time.

After the study committee member Xue Lei conveyed the news, he slipped out of the classroom and stopped the car in time in front of Jiang Han, perfectly explaining what it means for a fat person to have a flexible body.

"This time I seem to be dictating the words of the whole book." Xue Lei reminded kindly.

"I never hold my feet temporarily." Jiang Han looked at the office in the distance and said.

The teaching building of Tongcheng No. [-] Middle School has a U-shaped design, with classrooms on both sides and an office building in the middle, so you can get a general view of the office from the classroom corridor, and it is often the first choice for students to report bad things.

Thinking of Jiang Han being a frequent visitor to the office, Xue Lei also understood that Jiang Han never memorized words.

"Brother Han, can you lend me your account to play for two days, the latest card rank."

"casual."

After Jiang Han finished speaking, he got up and walked downstairs.

Seeing this, Xue Lei hurriedly shouted: "Brother Han, where are you going after class starts soon?"

"The canteen." Jiang Han replied from the front.

...

After returning from the canteen, the class bell rang, and Jiang Han walked into the classroom.Wen Yan has already returned and is sitting in his seat reading a book.

After Jiang Han sat down, he put a bottle of water and a band-aid on Wen Yan's table.

The bandage is pink, and there is a cute piggy page on it, which should be for children.

Wen Yan frowned very lightly and asked him what he meant.

Jiang Han snorted, and didn't ignore the frowning frown: "Seeing that your hand is injured, you care about your classmates."

Probably also think pink is too girly, Jiang Han touched his nose, and said: "There are no adults' ones, only children's ones. Don't you mind at the same table?"

Wen Yan glanced lightly and said, "No need."

The wound was on the left hand, which should have been left from a fight a few days ago. It looked a little deep, and a thin layer of scab had already formed.

Jiang Han did not insist on the expected result, but only said: "Be careful not to touch the water, it is easy to get inflammation."

The tablemate was too enthusiastic, Wen Yan hummed lightly.

The class bell has passed for a while, and the teacher has not come yet. In the classroom, those who memorize words remember words, and those who speak make speeches.

Jiang Han was ready to go to the office after school, so he confidently played Doudizhu on his mobile phone under the table.

"Brother, should we go to the Internet cafe or play basketball after school?"

Wu Fei leaned over and asked.

The study tasks in Tongcheng No. [-] Middle School are not heavy. Except for checking the school discipline on Monday, there are very few checks at other times, so many people skip classes in the evening self-study.As long as it doesn't affect the grades, the teacher just turns a blind eye.

In the first week, evening self-study was exempted, so the Internet cafes and basketball courts nearby were basically occupied by students.

"casual."

Jiang Han didn't lift his head, but was immersed in playing with his mobile phone.After the landlord on the opposite side played a bomb, there were three cards left.Jiang Han also has a pair of nines and a pair of ten.

There was a five on the opposite side, and Jiang Han dismantled the nine.

"That's still an Internet cafe. I'll ask Haozi to reserve a seat for us first."

Wu Fei pulled the chair over to look at the cards: "Let's have a barbecue tonight. It's newly opened on North Street. The reviews on Meituan are pretty good. Invite Da Zhuang and the others to join us. We haven't had a party for a long time..."

There were only three cards left on the opposite side, and Wu Fei shouted from the air: "Old Wang next door! It's a pair."

"I didn't say it earlier, it was just dismantled!"

An annoyed voice came from the back of the classroom.

Sure enough, there was an opponent A on the opposite side, and the sound of failure came from the phone.It also reminds you that you are currently a permanent worker and cannot enter the middle-level field. Please recharge or enter the low-level field.

Jiang Han clicked his tongue and exited the game in a dispirited manner.

After all, God is fair. Although he opened a back door for Jiang Han in terms of appearance and IQ, it is a "black hole" game in this small chess and card game of fighting landlords. After playing for three years, he is still in the stage of contractor.

"Brother Han, aren't you coming?" the old Wang next door called.

"Old Wang next door" is not really the old Wang next door. His surname is Wang and his first name is Junlin.He has a funny and funny personality on weekdays, so everyone ridiculed him and gave him the nickname "Lao Wang".

"No, no more gold coins."

"Oh, come again next time..."

Few people play this kind of game in the class, and the old Wang next door believes in Jiang Han's "black hand" card skills, and he has a great time playing it every time.

Jiang Han put away his cell phone, Wu Fei's chair was still standing next to Jiang Han, he looked at Jiang Han, and then at Wen Yan next to Jiang Han.

Jiang Han glanced at him: "If you fart, let it go."

Wu Fei immediately said dog-leggedly: "That can—"

Jiang Han: "No."

...change your seat?

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jiang Han indifferently.

Wu Fei: "..."

Jiang Han: "Plagiarism is shameful."

Wu Fei: "..."

In order to prove that he is honorable, Wu Fei silently moved the chair back.

At the same time, he thought sadly, didn't he just want to copy a word.

...

Half a class has passed, and the teacher hasn't come yet, so the English class representative went to call.

Half a minute later, the class representative came back: "Everyone memorize the words first, the teacher is still in the meeting, come back later."

Jiang Han opened the English book, spinning the pen in his hand boredly, after a while, he glanced at his deskmate.

His deskmate is not memorizing words, he should be doing physics problems.

I don't know if he encountered a difficult part or what, his brows and eyes are focused and quiet, and the thick and long eyelashes hang down, forming a pleasing arc.

High nose bridge, bright red thin lips, and small moles at the end of eyes.

Jiang Han clicked his tongue again in his heart, wondering if this is a boy's eyelashes, how could they be longer than girls' eyelashes.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he smelled a clear smell that seemed to be there, but every time he smelled it carefully, it was gone.

The classroom was a bit noisy, Jiang Han leaned over and wanted to ask "Have you been wearing perfume", but the words got to the point where he felt that it was not a good question to ask, so he changed to "What brand of body wash do you use for bathing".

Wen Yan was interrupted and looked up at him.

He wasn't used to being so close to others, so he moved a little closer to the wall without a trace.

Wen Yan: "Huh?"

There was nothing wrong with it just now, but now that Wen Yan looked at him like this, Jiang Han felt that he couldn't ask any more questions, as if only girls would pay attention to these details.

He asked awkwardly, "What brand of shower gel do you use?"

Hearing this, Wen Yan looked at him silently, not understanding what he meant.

The few times I came into contact with this person, I always looked shameless, and I felt embarrassed when I saw him for the first time.

"Nothing else, I'll just ask."

Jiang Han turned his gaze away and said haha: "It just so happens that the house is gone, and I have to go to the supermarket to buy after school, so... I want to ask you."

"safeguard."

Wen Yan withdrew his gaze, but didn't break through the embarrassment that was concealed.

...

When class was about to end, English teacher Zhou Miaocai hurried in on high heels.It is estimated that he was criticized, and his face is not very good.

"Start dictating now, everyone put away the books."

Twenty minutes later, the bell for the fourth class rang, and the homework was handed out from back to front.

The classroom was so quiet that only the sound of passing the notebook could be heard.

Undoubtedly, when the final homework was handed over to the podium, Zhou Miao's face darkened a bit.

With 120 words, there are very few who can write half of them correctly.

"After a year, everyone has forgotten the words of feelings."

Zhou Miao patted the test paper on the podium vigorously, obviously very angry: "Last semester, the average score of our class was only [-], which is a full five points lower than that of Class [-] and [-]! The average score of ordinary classes is all one hundred!"

There was silence in the classroom.

In fact, Zhou Miao's appearance is soft, but most of the time he has a serious face. Compared with Jiang Jiaguo, he is more majestic as a class teacher when he really trains people.

"I'm thinking that the set of papers is not too difficult, except that the class representative has a hundred and four, why is there no one with a hundred and three?"

"There are still [-] people who failed the pass, and there are not so many ordinary classes! It is also taught by the same teacher, so why is there such a big gap?"

"Wang Junlin, what are you laughing at? The new type of question requires you to write ABCD, what do you mean by writing one, two, three, four?"

The classroom, which was originally quiet and solemn, ruined the atmosphere because of this sentence.

This kind of roll call is always a must for Lao Wang, and the people below are secretly holding back their laughter.

Wang Junlin stood up from the back row and reacted slowly: "Fuck, I read the title wrong."

Someone didn't hold back and laughed out loud.

"You are the only one doing special work in the whole grade, and you have to write numbers for me."

Zhou Miao said with a tone of resentment: "Choosing words to fill in the blanks tells you to choose prepositions, and you have to give me the whole adverb."

"And you Jiang Han, the essay asked you to write about inviting foreign professors to come to an exhibition, what do you mean by writing me a little Japanese devil?"

Probably also thought it was funny, Zhou Miao laughed angrily: "The devil can't translate and write it in pinyin, are you learning pinyin in kindergarten?"

After the words fell, there was another burst of laughter underneath.

Wu Fei couldn't bear it: "Brother hahahaha... you deserve it."

Jiang Han saw that his deskmate also smiled, the corners of his mouth curled into a slight arc, and his lowered eyebrows were smiling, which suddenly reminded him of the word like a spring breeze.