Who is poor? [Rebirth]

"Are you really afraid of me?"

Cheng Yanxia's pupils are pure black, when looking at people seriously, it's like an endless deep sea enveloping people.

Mingyu's fingertips trembled, and he quickly withdrew: "No."

"Then what are you hiding from?"

Ji Zaisang & Pei Yu followed suit: "What are you hiding?"

The eye knife was stabbed in the back, and both of them shrank their necks to hold the quail.

"Don't you not like it?" Mingyu's voice was small, as if it would be annoying if it was louder.He stared blankly at his desktop.

Cheng Yanxia was taken aback.

He seemed to have said such a sentence before.With his fingertips resting on his forehead, the corners of his lips slightly raised: "I don't like it."

Mingyu's fair face collapsed, and he silently moved the stool a little further away from this person.The corners of his mouth were puckered, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Cheng Yanxia laughed lowly.

It's kind of vengeful.

"I don't hate it now." He looked at the side face of the little poor, with a little smile in his eyes.The slow words were like floating willow branches, slowly breaking into Mingyu's ears.

Mingyu was taken aback.

From disliking to not disliking...it's considered an improvement.

"Oh." His voice was numb.I thought: Men are really fickle.

Seeing that he was not in a high mood, Cheng Yanxia sat up straight.In the end, there is still an extra sentence of explanation: "I didn't like it before, but I really didn't like it. When I was a child, something happened, and it was easy to go wrong when there were people around me."

When Mingyu heard something was going on, his round eyes were full of doubts.I can't even take care of the last trace of sullenness in my heart. "what's up?"

After asking, he realized that he was reckless.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked." Now is not the future, they are not familiar yet.

Cheng Yanxia yawned, and imperceptible mist appeared in his eyes, he said softly: "It's just being kidnapped."

It's an understatement, but Mingyu's heart trembled.

He never told himself before...

But thinking about it, how could Cheng Yanxia speak out like she was in her previous life to add to her troubles.He murmured, "I forgive you."

Cheng Yanxia lay on the table and slowly closed her eyes, with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "Thank you so much, my lord."

Mingyu's eyes were slightly bent, and he didn't make a sound.

Sleeping at the same table, Mingyu consciously endorsed with a Chinese textbook.Silently recited it, but four or ten minutes passed quickly.

Cheng Yanxia fell asleep in the scent of clean laundry detergent.With Mingyu as the center, and even the circle around him, there is no one who does not fail to fall.Leave such a standing little white poplar alone.

It wasn't until the second class started that Cheng Yanxia woke up again.

Mingyu tapped the history book in his hand and motioned for Cheng Yanxia.Yuan Fan, the history teacher of Class [-], is also the head teacher of Class [-].A middle-aged teacher who combed his hair neatly behind his head all the year round, and was serious and unsmiling.

Her class is not as easy as that of the math teacher.On the contrary, it was because her aura was too strong, no matter how powerful the students were, they did not dare to be presumptuous in her class.

"Okay, time is up, take out the paper."

This class is about papers.

Yuan Fan scanned the teacher around and saw that the last sleeping student had finally woken up.Displeasure flashed in his eyes.

"Cheng Yanxia, ​​don't just rely on good grades to sleep every day."

"Why did you go at night, so sleepy during the day."

Cheng Yanxia followed the words: "Understood the teacher."

Cheng Yanxia was also helpless, since Mingyu sat down, he seemed to come to catch up on sleep in his last class.The quality of sleep at home is not good, but I can sleep in the dark when I sit in the classroom.

"Then tell me about the multiple-choice questions." Yuan Fan held the test paper in his hand and directly signaled Cheng Yanxia to start.

Accompanied by Cheng Yanxia's deep voice that woke up, the whole class was engrossed.There were bullet screens in my heart.

"Boss Cheng is indeed a big boss, I understand as soon as I say it."

"Thank you, Teacher Yuan, I can't count the number of times I have listened to the big guy's lectures in my lifetime."

After Cheng Yanxia finished speaking, Yuan Fan almost didn't need to supplement.Although she is strict, she also cherishes talents.Cheng Yanxia is the class monitor, the role model for the whole class, and it is also his responsibility to take the lead to be a good student.

Unlike their class who transferred in last time, their words and actions are completely different.I don't know how many classmates came to her to complain.

Well now, it's time to go.

Yuan Fan sighed lightly.The future of this group of children has long been worry-free, but as a teacher, I still want to give some encouragement.

"Okay, sit down." Yuan Fan pulled his thoughts back to the classroom.

[Brother Cheng!Brother Cheng!Call Brother Cheng! 】

A bean-sized paper ball was thrown onto Mingyu's table.Mingyu looked at the back of Ji Zai Sang's round head, fiddled with the white paper ball with the tip of his pen, and pushed it to Cheng Yanxia's side.

"Don't pay attention to him." Cheng Yan Xia qu pointed to flicking the paper ball aside, signaling Ming Chen to listen.

Mingyu nodded obediently.Ignoring the successive small paper balls on the table, he looked at his paper seriously.

Mingyu's grades are considered good, all subjects are quite even.If you work hard, the top five 985 universities are not a problem.If Cheng Yanxia didn't go abroad, he thought about it, maybe he could be in the same school as him in the future.It's still early, and Mingyu can't relax.

The time for the examination papers passed quickly, and the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Ming Yu was distracted from it.

The history teacher left, Ming Tiao carefully folded his paper and put it in the folder.

He was not in a hurry, and he moved slowly and at his own pace.Like soft clouds floating in the sky, gentle and gentle.It looks very comfortable.

After Mingyu finished packing, he remembered that he still had something to ask.

He quietly looked to the side from the corner of his eye.

Cheng Yanxia half closed her eyes and seemed to be going to sleep.Mingyu hesitated, but sat upright silently.

"What's the matter?" Cheng Yanxia asked.

Mingyu: "The thing about Wei Yao's transfer..."

"I did it." A small figure was reflected in Cheng Yanxia's eyes.The size of a mung bean, but with delicate features, it looks like a doll.

Mingyu didn't expect him to agree so simply.He turned around in his head a few times, organized his words and went to see Cheng Yanxia again.

"What do you want to say?" Cheng Yanxia lowered her voice.

Mingyu didn't know where the courage came from, and said uncertainly: "Yes, is it because of me..."

A smile rose in Cheng Yanxia's eyes, imitating his tone: "One, half, half..."

Mingyu glared at him, his eyes were watery, and his face was flushed with shame. "Thank you anyway."

Cheng Yanxia: "You're welcome."

"Yeah." Mingyu nodded.

He knows the duties of the squad leader.

"You haven't answered me yet, do you want to go to my house?" Cheng Yanxia tilted her elbows, her strong body leaning towards Mingyu, "Now my grandpa wants you to play at home again."

Mingyu thought of the old man, thought for a long time and still refused.Cheng Yanxia was only his deskmate, so it would be inappropriate to go to his house just because of his grandfather.

After the two of them get to know each other a little better, they will visit again tomorrow.

Cheng Yanxia: "Really not going?"

Ji Zaisang listened and hurriedly turned to the back. "Friends, go, it's fun with so many people."

Mingyu scratched his face lightly with his fingers. "I still have work on weekends. I've been interrupted many times. Can I go again when I stop later?"

Cheng Yanxia propped his head back, wondering if the window had been closed for a long time, he felt a little bored. "Okay, why not."

Mingyu was worried that he was upset, so he quietly looked at his face.

Being captured by Cheng Yanxia in an instant, he let go of his hand and slapped Mingyu on top of his head. "good……"

Mingyu's round eyes suddenly widened, filled with disbelief.

"Fuck!"

"Damn it! My book got wet!"

"What are you doing! Gao Meng."

"Look, look, Boss Cheng is going to wring Mingyu's head off."

"I'll go, can you guys think of something better? Don't be so stupid!" The tablemate who had been scribbled by him complained.

"You don't understand, young man—"

"I know the fart." Bigou was even more excited when he smelled the steamed stuffed bun, little rookie!

The author says:

感谢在2022-08-0920:59:25-2022-08-1121:29:45期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Tuantuan; 1 bottle of sugar green from Aimomo;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!