On November 7th Middle School, the half-term exam was held.

For students of No. 7 Middle School, exams are like battlefields, and everyone is preparing for this more important exam. Zhao Nuancheng, who is usually lively, also reads books honestly.

Before school, the head teacher Fan Huiyin said: "The half-term exam will be held tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. You are students in Class I, and you will be watching any other class. If you take the exam, I won't say much. The teachers of other subjects have also explained it. I will just talk about the precautions for English. English is almost multiple-choice questions, so you must pay attention to filling in the computer-reading card and don't make mistakes..."

She said a lot of precautions seriously before saying to the class monitor Guan Xiaoye: "After school, arrange for students to clean and post admission ticket numbers."

Because you have to change classrooms, the tables in the classroom need to be shipped extra.

There are only thirty people sitting in an exam room, and almost half of the tables need to be moved to the empty classroom upstairs.

Guan Xiaoye packed his schoolbag and came over with a stern face: "This time it's the eight students in the fifth group that have tidy up their seats. Please pay attention when you finish school."

She gave Fu Wenfei the sticker for the admission ticket number: "I'll divide this for you, I'm going home to read a book."

"One person in our group has asked for leave."

"There's nothing to do, others can share the burden. Or see if others are willing to help."

Fu Wenfei is a handsome boy and the deputy squad leader of Class 1. His grades are much better than Guan Xiaoye. He nodded, and his eyes showed a little disgust for Guan Xiaoye.

Guan Xiaoye is thin and rigid, like the old-fashioned Republic of China that came out of the book. He doesn't look very good. After becoming the squad leader, he always likes to give orders.

Fu Wenfei, a boy, was very dissatisfied.

When the classmate was almost gone, he asked the people from the fifth group to clean the bathroom. One of the students in their group took sick leave. Cleaning the classroom and moving tables was originally a hard work, so the other students naturally refused to help.

There were seven people left in total, and Meng Ting was among them.

There are also Zhao Nuancheng, Liu Xiaoyi, and Meng Ting's deskmate Hong Hui.

The first thing a few people had to do was move the table upstairs.

Zhao Nuancheng had a bitter face: "My God, there are thirty tables in total, seven of us move, at least four of us will move. From the second floor to the fifth floor, I will go crazy if I think about it."

The desks of No. 7 Middle School were bulky wood. Some of the desks had even lost paint that year, and they were mottled and ugly.

Meng Ting was also a little worried, so she smiled at Zhao Nuancheng comfortingly: "It doesn't matter, take your time."

The group cleaned up first. When the dust was flying all over the sky, Zhao Nuancheng and Meng Ting came to sprinkle watering pots.

Liu Xiaoyi coughed a few times, fanned her hands, and suddenly her eyes were bright and pulled La Mengting.

Meng Ting turned around and Liu Xiaoyi said excitedly: "Meng Ting, look outside, are you Fu Wenfei and Shen Yuqing?"

Fu Wenfei is completely different from Guan Xiaoye who faces the rigidity. His handsome face is covered with blush. When he comes back, he takes out his laptop and handed it over to Shen Yuqing.

Shen Yuqing smiled like a flower, and she didn't know what she said, but Fu Wenfei blushed.

Liu Xiaoyi said, "Shen Yuqing is really charming. She also won the nerd like our class. Isn't Fu Wenfei quite aloof? But isn't Shen Yuqing's ex-boyfriend Jiang Ren? She was still paying Jiang Ren a few days ago, and now she's gotten along with Fu Wenfei."

Meng Ting shook his head amusedly, and the work of moving tables in the class has begun.

Every girl has to move four tables.

When Liu Xiaoyi thought of this, she lost her mind to gossip. She accepted her fate and picked up a table and staggered upstairs.

The wooden table was heavy, and Meng Ting was so tired that she was panting when she moved one back and forth.

Hong Hui, a man with glasses at the same table, also had a bad face. He was too heavy and had to go to the fifth floor. He, a boy, felt extremely difficult and couldn't help but complain about the team member who asked for leave.

Zhao Nuancheng was depressed. There was no saying to take care of girls when moving the table. There were too many jobs, so everyone could only move together.

At that time, in mid-November, it had been forty minutes since the school was over. Only a few birds could be heard on campus, which were crisp and pleasant. The ginkgo was yellow, and a few fallen leaves were fluttering and falling down.

Meng Ting moved the table for the second time and put down the table to breathe, he saw an unexpected person.

Jiang Ren leaned lazily against the corridor on the third floor and smoked.

The wind blew his silver hair, and a faint smell of smoke came from the air.

Meng didn't know why he was here, so he had to pretend that he didn't see him. He struggled to lift the table and wanted to continue to move up.

She has a slender figure and a pity that makes people weak.

He couldn't help but smile, knocked out the cigarette butt, threw it into the trash can. Then he walked to her a few steps and easily took the heavy wooden table with one hand. Meng Ting's hand slighted.

“Where to move?”

He carried the table on his shoulders, looking relaxed, as if it had no weight.

The young man's silver hair was so arrogant that he had a bit of a slut: "Speak, good student."

Meng Ting was a little nervous: "I'll do it myself."

Jiang Ren frowned: "Be honest with me, I'll see you going to the fifth floor, right?"

Others are tall and long legs, carrying a table and walking upstairs easily like carrying a plastic bag.

Meng Ting followed him.

He has a faint smell of smoke on his body, and it is difficult to quit smoking because of his irritability. When his mood fluctuates, he will smoke to calm down.

Meng Ting didn't know why Jiang Ren moved the table for her. If someone saw her, she would be unable to explain it even if she opened her mouth.

When he arrived at the fifth floor, Jiang Ren stopped and put down the table. The breeze gently brushed across her hair. Meng heard that he had brought it up without saying a word, so he had to whisper: "Thank you."

She wanted to move into 508 by herself before bent down. Jiang Ren sneer said, "Men work, women watch. Go next to her."

He had a good mind. Even though Meng Ting couldn't tell where to move into, he understood when he saw the empty tables piled up.

After Jiang Ren moved one, his breath was not messy and asked her: "How many more?"

Meng Ting felt a little nervous, she would rather move it by herself.

Can Jiang Ren stay away from her?

She didn't speak, afraid that people would see her, so she turned around and wanted to go downstairs.

Jiang Ren smiled.

Damn it, it's good not to know.

He grabbed her wrist, and the wrist in his palm was slender and soft.

"I'm afraid that people will see it? I won't go to your class anymore. I'll wait for you at the stairs on the second floor. You can move there."

He raised his chin slightly and pointed out the other side of the road to Meng Ting. Although it was a little farther, the classmates in the class would not catch up.

"Let me go, I can move myself." Meng Ting was both ashamed and angry, and his cheeks were a little red.

The November breeze gently brushed across her forehead, and her soft and fair little face was filled with a faint cherry pink.

He smiled and was rather unreasonable: "Don't make trouble with me, I'll wait for you there. If you don't come, I'll go to your class to find you."

Meng Ting was almost angry and cried. She did nothing and didn't mess with him.

When Meng Ting went downstairs, he met Hong Hui. Hong Hui looked pale and put down the table and held his eyes. He was breathing heavily, looking as if he was so tired that he was about to ascend to heaven.

I took a few steps and took a few breaths, and I was as if I was pulling a bellows.

Zhao Nuancheng followed him and saw Meng Ting and cried: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die, there are two tables. This is simply not a job for humans. My legs are trembling. I hear you are okay?"

Meng Ting: "..."

When she went to the classroom and moved the table out, she turned around and saw Jiang Nin at the other staircase.

Meng Ting turned around. In their classroom, the deputy squad leader Fu Wenfei was talking and laughing with Shen Yuqing. Chen Yuqing sat next to Fu Wenfei's table and looked through his notes.

Jiang Ren is not a joke. If she doesn't go there, he will really come.

If he comes...

Tomorrow, the whole school will spread Chen Yuqing, Jiang Ren, Fu Wenfei... and some of his own messy things.

Meng Ting gritted his teeth and had to move the table to the entrance of the stairs.

If you like to move, move, you are so tired that you are unreasonable asshole.

Jiang Ren chuckled and walked away easily with the table.

The boy has strength.

When he moved both of them, his expression did not change. Zhao Nuancheng and the others had not come back yet, the air was refreshing, and a black ant on the balcony was busy moving forward.

Meng Ting sat on the stairs, putting his hands on his knees, feeling ashamed and ashamed.

Her classmates are working, and she...

Jiang Ren stood in front of her: "Is there any?"

Meng Ting shook her head, she raised her eyes and thought to herself, let's go quickly. The corners of his lips raised: "Why thank me, a good student."

Meng Ting thought he was so shameless.

"I didn't let you move, I can do it myself."

His eyebrows sank, because his sword eyebrows were tough, so he gave people a fierce aura: "Why, don't admit it?"

She remembered Jiang Ren who was chasing the car, afraid that he would hit her.

He was unreasonable.

Meng Ting reached out and touched it into his pocket.
To be continued...