There are many people in the office at this point, and they are all class representatives who come to the office to hand in their homework at the end of the flag-raising ceremony. But this sound is really hard to ignore, like a cool air suddenly popping up in the hot summer.

It is hard to ignore it and there is even a hint of familiarity, so that Xu Sheng could hear the word "report" particularly clearly in this noisy place like a vegetable market.

"You're here just right," Meng Guowei put down the water cup, "Have you collected all the homework?"

“One part short.”

Xu Sheng lowered his eyes casually, first seeing a grey-blue school uniform corner, and then the man next to him put a stack of homework on the table. So Xu Sheng moved his eyes two inches up and saw a hand with clear joints standing in front of him.

The wrist bones protrude and the fingers are very long.

Meng Guowei wanted to ask who was missing. When he saw the one who had just come down from the review stand, he realized that there was no need to ask this question at all. He also said, "You took a leave yesterday and are not very familiar with the people in the class. It just so happened that this person who did not hand in his homework is here. You... know it and it will be convenient for you to collect homework in the future."

"I never hand in my homework, so it's not easy to go."

Xu Sheng said that, seeing the face of the scholar god beside him. Shao Zhan also happened to look at him when he heard this. When he looked at him, the remaining words in his mouth, "There is nothing else" turned around: "...why are you?"

It's still the overly straight school uniform.

The boy's skin was white and his hair was extremely dark, and his facial features were actually very prominent. It was entirely due to his cold expression of "staying away from me" to dilute the aggressiveness brought by some facial features. When he stood there, he seemed to be separated from the surroundings.

Xu Sheng’s previous question about “Is the school uniform that looks so good” was answered because among so many people wearing school uniforms in the office, he is the only one who can dress well.

Meng Guowei was overjoyed and his joy was overwhelming: "Do you know me?"

More than just understanding.

Even the festival has been celebrated.

Both answered almost at the same time—

Xu Sheng: "That's right."

Shao Zhan: "I don't know you."

Xu Sheng: "?"

Shao Zhan said this sentence without understanding it without any ups and downs, and he was extremely cold.

Meng Guowei was a little confused by them and was confused and wondered whether he knew him or not?

Xu Sheng couldn't say what he was in now. He was writing a review all night, gritting his teeth while writing, thinking that if he knew who it was, he might have rushed into the other party's dormitory in the middle of the night and beaten it up. As a result, the other party didn't remember this at all.

"Dormitory building, three thousand words of review," said Xu Sheng, "or I'll make it clearer, wall."

Shao Zhan took a leave yesterday and took a bus to the school in the evening. When he walked to the door of the dormitory building, he saw someone climbing over the wall. He really didn't care who climbed over the wall. Many people went in and out of the dormitory building, and then changed their school uniforms after returning to the dormitory. Only then did he connect the person in front of him with the people who walked to the flag-raising platform just across a long row of distances and said the first sentence that caused a sensation in the school.

Shao Zhan obviously had nothing to say, so he lowered his eyes to look at him and barely commented on the review: "The review is well written."

Xu Sheng: "..." You mean it?

Xu Sheng’s current mood is like a capital letter “典”.

Meng Guowei couldn't understand and decided to get to the topic directly: "You two want them

It's great to know each other. That's right. There are a few students in the class who apply to change seats. I plan to adjust the seat list of our class slightly. The preliminary plan is to let you two sit together. Do you have any objections, right?"

The two of them spoke at the same time—

But this time it's a tacit understanding.

"have."

Xu Sheng really couldn't stay in the office. He didn't know what he was thinking about and wanted to introduce him to the new class teacher he met. Next to him was a classmate who had just formed a Liangzi yesterday.

He was afraid that he would be irrational.

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"Teacher, I and this classmate Shao Zhan," Xu Sheng didn't know what to say, and finally said, "We are fucking inappropriate."

Meng Guowei: “…”

"People pay attention to fate, and a forced melon is not sweet. I am very good at the same table with me now. I love each other, and the atmosphere is very harmonious and like-minded. When I sleep, he will not affect anyone who listens to the class."

Meng Guowei tried to interrupt him.

Xu Sheng said another sentence: "The relationship between classmates who are forced will not have good results."

“…………”

As Xu Sheng said this, he felt that the more he heard this, he became more and more strange, so he changed the topic and simply opened the door to the office: "Anyway, I have written a review. As for the punishment, I can do whatever I want. I will go back to work if I have nothing else."

Meng Guowei was chased by Xu Sheng for the second time. When this attitude was shown, he refused to communicate with others in a capital letter. He couldn't find a place to start even if he wanted to preach.

One left, and the other one was left. Meng Guowei sorted out his mood and turned to Shao Zhan: "Don't you want to be his deskmate?"

"yes."

Meng Guowei hit two walls in a row today, barely letting his anger go: "Can I ask the reason?"

Shao Zhan’s reason is very realistic. It’s just because changing seats is too troublesome, and he is not interested in meeting anyone: “Trouble.”

Meng Guowei's Belt and One Plan did not even take the first step, and he died of the womb.

If Xu Sheng is not easy to get along with, in fact, in Meng Guowei's opinion, Shao Zhan is the one who is really difficult to get along with.

Meng Guowei first met Shao Zhan when he was in his first year of high school. Although he did not teach the first year of high school, he was responsible for various competitions in the high school group.

After signing up for the math competition, he started evening self-study training. He was the only one in the first year of high school in the conference room. Meng Guowei, with the mentality of participating in it, specially prepared a set of basic competition questions for him.

As a result, the boy sat in the last queue for less than ten minutes, raised his hand, walked up with the paper, and took the paper with the answers in front of him: "Don't prepare basic questions for me next time."

The competition preparation period lasted for more than a month, and I was alone and didn't get into anyone, but I didn't see anyone with him. The look of staring at the paper was much warmer than when I looked at the people in the conference room.

Meng Guowei was silent for two seconds, intending to implement the plan from a different perspective: "Okay, there is another thing. You were not here yesterday and our class committee has not chosen all the positions you want to hold?"

"We have to prepare for the competition later, and we may not have time and energy."

Shao Zhan blocked Meng Guowei's words back.

But Meng Guowei refused to give up easily. He slapped his thigh and said, "Isn't this a coincidence? The position I left for you doesn't take much time or energy."

Shao Zhan heard that the head teacher was determined

I had the idea of ​​making him the class committee member: "Tell me."

Meng Guowei said happily: "Our class just happens to be missing a discipline committee member!"

"Doesn't it take much time? It's just right. You care about Xu Sheng... Oh no, when you care about discipline, pay attention to Xu Sheng in our class.? Fantasy Literature_?"

Meng Guowei: "He may skip classes from time to time, climb over the wall, stay away at night, fight outside the school..."

When Xu Sheng returned to the class, he didn't know that Meng Guowei had his ultimate move behind his back.

Zhang Feng heard that the God of Academic Affairs was coming to class today. After the morning exercises, he lay down at the door of the window of Class 7. Xu Sheng was not there, so he chatted with Xu Sheng's deskmate: "Warrior, why do you think I pass by the God of Academic Affairs every time? Do I really have no fate with him?"

Xu Sheng’s deskmate is a boy wearing glasses. He looks weak in Wenwen, but his nickname is Warrior. Except for the name, there is a "Dang" in his name.

In addition, he dared to sit next to Xu Sheng and survived smoothly for two days.

Li Mingyong was actually not that brave at all. Because the bus broke down temporarily, he arrived late. He and Xu Sheng were standing next to each other, and there was no choice at all.

The moment he entered Class 7, he almost wanted to end his high school career on the spot.

Li Mingyong was also in awe of the school bully’s friend: “The God of Learning is going to the office, you can come back next class.”

Zhang Feng: "Why are you trembling when you speak? What do you think when you sit at the same table with our boss?"

Just described by Xu Sheng as "love each other, harmonious atmosphere, and like-minded" in the teacher's office

Li Mingyong, his deskmate, said in his heart: I want to drop out of school.

"Our boss doesn't beat people and rarely scolds people. He is very civilized," said Zhang Feng, "There is no need to be so scared."

While talking, Xu Sheng happened to walk to the window. He didn't enter the classroom. He stood by Zhang Feng, leaned against the window and asked, "What are you afraid of?"

Zhang Feng: "When I talked to you, your deskmate seems to be afraid of you."

Xu Sheng didn't know anything at all. He believed that he had done nothing in the past few days. He either went to bed or played with his mobile phone in class. When he went out to stand, he could create an absolutely quiet learning atmosphere for his deskmate. Therefore, what he said to Meng Guowei was not all lies: "I have a good relationship with my deskmate."

After Xu Sheng said that, he asked again: "Yes, Li Yong."

Li Mingyong: “…”

Zhang Feng: "The person is called Li Mingyong, and even me, who is far away from the other team, remembers you. What's wrong with you?"

Xu Sheng touched his nose and avoided this topic. He worked hard in the morning and hadn't eaten yet. After that, he realized that he was hungry: "Is there anything to eat?"

Zhang Feng took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket.

Xu Sheng glanced at him.

Zhang Feng consciously stuffed the cigarette back. The sixth rank tyrant didn't smoke, and just smoked it was not in line with the personality at all.

Zhang Feng took out his pocket for a long time before taking out a lollipop: "This is the only one, it was the one I gave when the convenience store bought cigarettes to make up for it. Didn't you have breakfast?"

"I just spent my time writing a review last night, and I went to bed in the morning." Xu Shengyuan put his elbow against the window, took the lollipop, turned around, and peeled the candy paper with his back to the window, "You are here again to scatter, why are you swaying around in Class 7?"

Zhang Feng said, "Look at the joke, didn't you say you wouldn't be caught?" Before he could say it, the class bell rang, and he hurriedly walked backwards and said as he walked: "I won't chat anymore. Next quarter is Lao Li's class for our class. I want to enter the class late for one second and I will be skinned by him."

Xu Sheng put one hand in his pocket, waved his hand at him casually, and then entered the shift with candy in his mouth.

He sat on the chair and only then did he remember to see what class this class was. He leaned back and narrowed his eyes, but found that the corner of the blackboard was blocked by a person. He could only see the school uniform buttons that were buttoned to the top, and the boy's protruding Adam's apple, black hair, and cold expression.
To be continued...