Song Yu looked up at the girl opposite him again.

She was now looking at him with a mysterious smile on her face. When she met his gaze, she immediately lowered her head and at the same time, in an attempt to cover up her mistake, she stood up the English book in her hand to block her face.

“…”

Does it make sense?

Song Yu curled his lips, ignored her, and returned his gaze to the post.

After the host of level 41L was ridiculed by everyone, someone got back to the point.

After all, they were in front of the protagonist, so the couple didn't dare to act too crazy. They suppressed their inner ecstasy and excitement, typed a line of words, and asked in a lively, romantic and innocent tone.

[Brother Yu, are you and Xie Shen studying together? Preparing for the monthly exam? [baring teeth][shy]]

Song Yu was bored waiting and replied to her.

121L Your husband, Brother Yu: He helps me with my studies.

The forum erupted in screams.

[Ahhhhhhhhh!] ! !】

[Wow, wow, wow, what a magical day today is! I suddenly felt motivated again. Help me up. I can still finish two math papers.]

[Fuck, don’t scare Brother Yu away! Go to the special floor, the style of painting here is more normal]

Everyone worked together to turn the tide and save the painting style.

ask. [Brother Yu, are you going to study hard?] 】

Song Yu drooped his eyelids. Isn't this nonsense? He hasn't studied seriously and hard every day since the start of the school year.

Maybe it was because of his identity as a nitpicker that this group of people misunderstood him, and he felt it necessary to explain himself.

So Song Yu spoke calmly in this forum, which was rare.

He taught by example and his tone was sarcastic.

[I have always studied hard. Didn't I come to high school to study instead of fighting? 】

Across the Internet, a group of people: "..."

【sorry】

After the shock, they felt a deep regret - looking at the unfinished test papers, they felt for a moment that they were not worthy of breathing the air of No. 1 Middle School.

Are all the school bullies studying hard? What qualifications do they have to stay in the water forum!

"Do you like Matcha?"

At this time, Xie Sui came back from the queue, sat opposite him, and asked.

Song Yu put away her phone and saw the small and tempting cake in his hand. She widened her eyes slightly and said, "I like it."

Apart from mint, his favorite flavor is probably matcha. Strangely, Xie Sui didn't ask him about his taste when he went there.

Song Yu praised sincerely: "We really have a tacit understanding."

Xie Sui smiled but did not deny it.

Put the fork on it and pass it to him. The last time he accompanied Song Yu to a supermarket, he basically knew his preferences, so he didn't even need to ask.

"Have you read the notes?"

“…”

Song Yu forked a piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth. When he heard his words, his body froze. She stared at him blankly, with her fork half-bitten.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

After having that dream, he has been restless and can no longer concentrate on reading. He just plays with his phone and browses forums.

Xie Sui looked at him.

Song Yu's lips were originally very light in color, and with a little cream on them, she bit the fork, and inexplicably felt clean and seductive.

Xie Sui looked away and said with a smile, "Don't cry to me after the monthly exam results come out."

Song Yu swallowed the cake in his mouth, feeling embarrassed, and said quickly: "No, no, I have never cried in my life. I will memorize it when I go back. I will memorize all the things you wrote to me when I go back."

Xie Sui originally said that he was here for fun, but when he heard him deny it, his eyes narrowed.

Some bad emotions arose in my heart again, for example, what would Song Yu look like when she cried.

Of course, this thought was fleeting.

He remembered that Song Yu cared a lot about this monthly exam.

"What will you do if you do poorly on the test?"

Leaving the cake shop, Xie Sui opened his umbrella and asked.

Song Yu forgot about the next day and muttered, "My dad will call me back, and you will never see me again."

Xie Sui: “…”

The hand holding the umbrella tightened.

Xie Sui paused for a moment, tilted his head and smiled, "Let me make a study plan for you."

Although the tone was light, it was irresistible.

"You can stop your sea of ​​questions for now."

Waste of time.

Song Yu: "Ah?"

He went home in a daze, and when he said goodbye to Xie Sui, he still didn't understand why Xie Sui suddenly didn't let him do the questions.

What is this person doing?

Deprive him of the right to study?

Are you afraid that you might take his first place?

Monday, go to school.

After the morning reading time, the Chinese class representative came to collect the homework. Song Yu finally knew the name of this girl. It was Jiang Chunian, a very poetic name.

When their group was about to receive the letter, Ma Xiaoding shook his desk from behind and said, "Brother Yu, Brother Yu! What did you write in your composition? Can you show it to me?"

Ma Xiaoding loves Chinese. He is not destined to be a top student, but he has the symptoms of a top student. He especially likes to discuss Chinese homework.

Song Yu was particularly satisfied with the composition he wrote. It had both depth and breadth, and was truly a masterpiece.

He took out the composition book and threw it behind him, and smugly warned: "You are only allowed to appreciate it, not to learn from it."

"Okay, okay."

Ma Xiaoding opened the book with great interest. He was stunned for a moment when he saw the title. After reading the whole article, he was already weak and his voice was trembling: "Yu...Brother Yu, why do I feel that you are a little off topic? Didn't you listen to Lao Wang carefully in class?"

Lao Wang is their Chinese teacher.

Song Yu frowned: "Isn't it just those eight words? I slept in the Chinese class that day and didn't hear what he said before."

Ma Xiaoding wailed, extremely sad: "Brother Yu! These eight words are just a random title that Lao Wang picked, pretending to be literary. They are not the content of the composition."

"Do you still remember the 300-word semester goal we submitted? Lao Wang said, 'If you keep thinking about it, there will be a response.' Anything that persists will be rewarded. The content of the essay is to let us talk about how we plan to achieve the goal."

Song Yu: “…”

Ma Xiaoding: "This time it is linked to the last time. You can write it as a diary with the theme of how to strive towards your goal. Your question is too far off the mark."

Song Yu: “…”

Damn, why didn't anyone tell him this?

He tilted his head and saw Xie Sui sleeping. He moved closer and immediately poked his arm with a pen, "Xie Sui, Xie Sui, Xie Sui, wake up. It's time to collect homework. Did you finish your composition yesterday?"

Xie Sui and Song Yu were desk mates, which was like making up for the sleep they missed in their previous life.

But he was very sleepy, and when he was awakened, his black eyes were particularly clear, but his voice was slightly hoarse and nasal, "Yeah, I wrote it."

Song Yu was eager to verify: "What did you write?"

Think back for a moment.

Xie Sui supported himself with his arms, sat up, and said slowly: "You."

Song Yu was dumbfounded. Are the three of them on the same assignment?

"You wrote about me? You're getting off topic!"

"No off topic,"

There was a hint of laughter in Xie Sui's voice. He had just woken up, so his voice sounded unfocused and low.

She fixed her eyes on him and said naturally, "You are my goal for the new semester. It is not off topic to keep thinking about you and writing about you."

Song Yu: “…”

After listening to this, Ma Xiaoding came to the conclusion: "That's right, Xie Shen is already the top man in the school. He doesn't need a plan at all. His last goal was to help you, Brother Yu, with your studies. There's nothing wrong with writing about you."

Jiang Chunian received their group at this time. After hearing what Ma Xiaoding said, he laughed and said, "Who wrote it?"

She was wearing a school uniform and her hair was tied in a ponytail with some hair falling around her ears. She looked youthful and pretty, with fair skin and two dimples at the corners of her mouth. With a pile of papers in his arms, he looks quiet and bookish.

Ma Xiaoding blushed strangely and stammered, unable to speak.

Xi Bowen helped explain: "Nothing, just thanking God for writing about Brother Yu."

Jiang Chu Nian's eyes lit up: "???"

The class representative's entire temperament changed.

"What composition?"

Ma Xiaoding's boyish heart was too obvious. He scratched his head and was willing to say a few more words to the girl he liked. He coughed and blushed, "What kind of composition is it? It's just last week's homework. Hey, Brother Yu, is this right?"

Song Yu couldn't stand it any longer: "That's enough, shut up!"

Xie Sui laughed beside him.

"!!!"

Jiang Chunian's hands holding the homework trembled slightly. Was she really doing this?

Hand in the homework and return to your seat.

Jiang Chu-nian held the pen and thought for a long time, then turned around and said to his deskmate, "I'm going to write at the forum."

Her deskmate was a short-haired, slightly plump girl. After class, she opened a bag of potato chips and stuffed them into her mouth one by one, mumbling, "What's it about? A domineering president?"

Jiang Chu Nian pursed his lips and smiled meaningfully: "No, the cool and arrogant school hunk."

Classmate: "?? Are you crazy! How dare you use Xie Shen as your prototype?"

Jiang Chunian was immersed in his own fantasy, holding his face, "Not only that, I also want to write about Brother Yu. Last time when I went to ask about the definition domain, I felt that Xie Shen looked at me like a mentally retarded person, which made me so ashamed and angry that I wanted to crawl into the ground. But you know, when he looked at Brother Yu just now, his eyes were not like that. When he looked at him, there was a gentle breeze in his eyes."

Deskmate: “…”

666, gentle wind? ? Is there still wind in your eyes? ? This is going to be blind. The most important thing is, if you dare to write about Brother Yu, you must be tired of living.

"Would you like to have some chips to calm down?"

Jiang Chu Nian couldn't wait any longer, he took out the notebook and the wall, the corners of his lips couldn't stop rising: "I can't calm down! I've even thought of a name, it's, you're the one I'll always think of."

My deskmate: "...you must not let Brother Yu scold you."

Jiang Chu Nian puffed out his chest and said confidently, "Send it to the special building, and Brother Yu will never see it in his life."

The first class on Monday was English class. When the new English teacher came in, the whole class was quiet for a few seconds. He was a man, in his thirties or forties. His hair was a little sparse despite his young age. He was wearing a suit, holding a thermos cup in one hand and a lesson plan in the other. He wore a pair of glasses and looked gentle, refined and elegant.

He briefly introduced himself, saying that his surname was Cheng and that he would be taking over Class 1 and becoming the head teacher. No one was clear about Ou Yilian's affairs, they just mentioned them vaguely.

The new English teacher and class teacher seemed to have a very good temper. His teaching style was humorous and his spoken English was fluent and pleasant. Everyone was very serious in the first class.

When the get out of class was over, Teacher Cheng mentioned, "There are about 45 people in our class."

A girl in the first row shook her head: "Forty-eight, some students didn't come."

Teacher Cheng held his glasses, took a pen and made a mark on the roster, and said, "Forty-five. The three students who didn't come will not come again."

Ma Xiaoding's eyes widened: "This, this, this, this, Wang Ci dropped out of school?"