Back to school.

An Yue went to the head teacher's office and returned to the class quietly.

She put her milk tea on the table.

The people in the classroom came back three, three, two, and most of them were having lunch breaks.

Wenjing walked to Ji Yuan's body test, patted her on the shoulder, and put the milk tea on her table.

"Give it to me?" Ji Yuan was stunned, lowered his head and flipped his bag, "Thank you, how much?"

An Jing shook her head: "It was Song Si Rang who brought me to you, and said thank you for lending him the paper in the morning."

Ji Yuan was stunned when he heard this, his eyes moved from his bag to the milk tea, and then frowned, with a somewhat complicated expression.

Looking from a quiet perspective, it seems to be...slightly disgusted.

Quiet was a little surprised.

Ji Yuan is the Chinese class representative in the class. He looks not outstanding. Most of his pale faces are expressionless. He wears a pair of black-framed glasses and looks particularly self-confident and calm, giving people a feeling that it is difficult to get along with.

But An Jing has a good impression of her. The two of them stay together when discussing blackboard newspapers. Ji Yuan doesn't have endless things like others. She doesn't ask questions or ask her sister.

In short, she is a girl who feels very comfortable and natural to quiet.

"I'll continue to go out the blackboard newspaper."

An Jing smiled, went to the podium, and put a box of chalk of different colors.

She only drew half of the blackboard newspaper, and there were still a few characters that had not been finished. She had to hurry up. She looked at her phone and immersed in her own world, drawing as if no one else was around.

I don’t know how long it took, but a few people came in from the back of the classroom, all of whom were sweating profusely and were carrying half of the water in their hands.

"It's so hot, I'm going to blow under the air conditioner for a while."

Song Si shook his hair and walked to the vertical air conditioner next to Jing and stood under the vertical air conditioner.

"Hey, don't compete with me, I'll have to brag for a while." Xu Jiaye came over and squeezed him.

"Go to death, don't stand with me, it's even hotter."

Quietly shrank his shoulders to avoid being splashed by their sweat.

Chen Shuo entered the door, his face was wet, as if he had gone to wash his face. The black and fine hair on his head had crystal drops of water, and slowly flowed down along his fair skin. He pulled Xu Jiaye's chair and sat down.

Zhou Qi was playing basketball while telling him something.

Statements occasionally smile.

The basketball shook and shook on the ground, and the sound of the thud brought up some dust.

An Jing stood forward and continued to focus on his own affairs.

Song Si blew for a while, and after almost feeling cool, he smiled and hooked Zhou Qi's shoulders.

He said with a complacent expression: "I'm going, it's just now. After less than ten minutes of playing, there were more and more girls around him, and it seemed that there were still a few high school students."

Zhou Qi threw the basketball to him and mocked him: "So what if there are too many girls? I'm not here to see you anyway."

"Tsk, I am gentle and gentle at least, and I am a handsome man. I have gone to have more girls who like me."

After taking the basketball, Song Si jumped and shot.

After playing with Zhou Qi for a while, the conversation changed and laughed: "Ashu, do you think you are really watching one piece at home on weekends, or are you watching... movies? "

At the end of the conversation, he even lengthened his tone and winked with Zhou Qi.

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After raising his neck and took a sip of water, Chen Shu smiled lazyly and scolded: "You are looking for death."

Song Si whistled a few times, took a step back inadvertently, and bumped into someone.

The body behind him was soft. Before Song Si could react, he heard a hissing and the sound of something falling to the ground.

Song Si turned around and saw that it was a girl. He scratched his hair innocently, but his tone was not much guilty, and he grinned: "I'm sorry, I bumped into you."

Ji Yuan shook his head coldly, bent down and picked up the water cup, rubbed his shoulders, walked around him, and went to the water dispenser to pick up the water.

An Jing happened to be standing next to him.

Worriedly said, "Is it okay?"

"It's okay." Ji Yuan poured the water, smiled at her, turned back to her seat.

Seeing her back, Song Si asked suspiciously and muttered: "These few yuan is really cold. When I see my face, my heart will not be beaten or breathe."

Zhou Qi was almost bent over with a smile: "Who the hell are you? People are blushing when they see you. They really take themselves seriously."

Song Si and Zhou Qi started to fight again after a disagreement.

At this time, the English class representative came in, patted the table on the podium, and shouted loudly: "In English class later, you must write verbs. Those who have not memorized should recite them quickly. Those who cannot come home will be punished ten times."

The classmates in the classroom suddenly felt sighing.

He complained while lowering his head to flip through the book.

"Damn, I haven't memorized it yet. Come and give me an English book. Which page is it?" Xu Jiaye threw away the psp, quickly took out an English book, and hurriedly recited it silently.

After drawing quietly for a while, she glanced at the time and it was less than ten minutes before class. She put her phone in her pocket and lowered her head to tidy up the chalk.

Turn around and walk forward.

Suddenly, he caught someone standing up from his seat in front of him off guard.

Wen Jing let out a light whisper, took a step back, and the chalk almost fell to the ground.

Chen Shu held her hands holding the chalk case in one hand and held her shoulders with the other. His dark eyes stared at her, and his eyebrows closed and his soft voice said, "Is it okay?"

After calming down, Yin Jing shook his head and suddenly realized that his warm hands were his under him, so he hurriedly broke away: "It's okay."

An Jing has never touched the hand of a male classmate and is a little panicked.

Seeing that she stood firm, Chen Shu let go of her hand and inserted it into her pocket.

An Jing held the chalk and lowered her head, waiting aside, wanting him to go there first.

Unexpectedly, he didn't move any more.

An Jing was a little surprised and looked up at him.

It happened to hit his sight, with slender eyes, slightly raised corners of his eyes, and lightly pursed his thin lips. Since he had just played basketball, he unbuttoned several buttons on his chest. He could vaguely see his fair collarbone.

"You pass first."

His low voice was in his ear.

An Jing nodded randomly, lowered her eyes, and said nothing, and walked past him directly with the chalk box.

Zhou Qibai sat aside with his English book bored, just looking at the entire process without missing a glance. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and glanced at the statement that had returned to his seat.

Why do you feel that the atmosphere of these two people is a bit strange?

Zhou Qi was thinking.

After quietly putting the chalk case, lying on the table.

Open the English book and turn to the page of the word you want to write. Hold your chin with one hand and unconsciously roll up a corner of the page with the other hand.

The two people behind him were talking loudly and loudly, and An Yue was asking for advice on describing the math problems in the morning.

An Yue handed the draft paper to the statement, pointed to a question, frowned and said, "I don't understand the steps here, it's too complicated."

Chen Shu lazily put down his cell phone, took the paper, glanced at the topic casually, and wrote the process on the paper without thinking after a few seconds.

An Yue smiled and said, "Saying you so amazing."

An Jing took a sip of milk tea.

Sweet.

In her impression, An Yue never asked anyone else’s questions.

She always looks proud and confident, and has never disappointed her parents. Whether she is a class representative or a class monitor, she can always do her best, which makes people praise her.

The last Chinese class in the afternoon.

The dim light came into the classroom from outside the window, with mottled light and shadows, and bundles of golden threads cage on the students. On the playground, the sound of classmates playing in the physical education class came in.

The Chinese teacher was chanting the text on the stage, and the cicadas responded to each other on the tree.

Quietly rub your eyes and cheer up.

The afternoon class made me sleepy, and the people in the classroom couldn't help but yawning several times one after another, as if they were contagious.

Yang Qi beside her could no longer control her head, her eyes were half closed, and her head was bit by bit. She held a pen in her hand and unconsciously stroked it. The Chinese textbook on the table had been drawn in disguise and messy lines.

I bent down quietly, put my hand on my chin, and lay slightly on the table, thinking to myself, just sleep for a while, for a while.

Song Si crossed his legs in the back row and whispered to Xu Jiaye.

"Tsk, really, Xu Lin knew that Ah Shu didn't like Xia Xinyu, why did she bring her at noon?" Song Si threw her pen and played in a small way.

"Yes, after following Ah Shu for the whole day, she didn't even have any birds."
To be continued...