My desk mate is a top student.

He was the top student in his grade. He came up with three different solutions to a problem and chased the teacher after class to verify it. In his eyes, the most beautiful thing was the kind of student who was good at math, physics and chemistry.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with that female hooligan Lin Sitian.

However, in order to prevent students from getting familiar with each other and starting to talk in class or covering for each other, the class had to change seats this semester, and there was a special need for support between the good and the bad, so Lin Sitian was arranged to sit next to him.

If the capital of an adult's excellence is considered by factors such as income, family background, and work, it was very simple to judge a person during his student years. People usually looked at whether he was smart or handsome, and Zhou Sheng just happened to have both of these.

Whether he was smart or not was obvious to all, and even the teachers were discussing whether Zhou Sheng should skip a grade. As for whether he was handsome or not, that was a pleasant surprise for Lin Sitian.

With Zhou Sheng's nerdy way of studying, it was impossible for him not to be nearsighted. However, he chose black-framed glasses and always had his hair cut into a buzz cut. It was said that this way washing his hair would not take up too much of his study time. So when he was in the first year of high school, most people viewed Zhou Sheng as a typical follower of the teacher, an irreconcilable enemy of the mass student class.

Anyway, everyone is enjoying their campus youth, and he is enjoying the mountains of books and the sea of ​​questions. We have different ideas and cannot work together.

Lin Sitian thought so too. Their worlds were two parallel lines, the abyss in front and the sea behind the classroom.

Until they became deskmates.

One day, when Lin Sitian was having breakfast, she accidentally splashed milk onto Zhou Sheng's lenses while poking the straw. He took off his glasses and wiped them - you know, he usually wears them even during physical education class, as if the glasses were Zhou Sheng's true self.

Lin Sitian was still feeling embarrassed at the time, and frantically tried to grab the glasses to wipe them for Zhou Sheng. Zhou Sheng just pursed his lips, said "It's okay", took out a tissue from his schoolbag and did it himself.

Morning reading had not started yet. The morning light slanted in from the classroom window, warm and golden. Zhou Sheng lowered his head and carefully wiped the milk stains off his glasses. He had a high nose bridge, red lips and white teeth. The contours of his facial features were cast with a deeper shadow by the sunlight. Lin Sitian was stunned for a moment, thinking she was watching an idol drama.

"Zhou Sheng, your hair has grown longer."

Zhou Sheng raised his head. He didn't know when his bangs had grown longer than his eyebrows. The golden light on his face made his thin lips look translucent. The ups and downs from the bridge of his nose to the bead of his lips, all the way to the clear lines of his chin, looked very nice.

The most beautiful thing about him is his eyes, which are almond-shaped and curved inwards and outwards. The lines at the corners of his eyes extend naturally and slightly rise upwards. They are long and narrow, but not small. They are usually hidden by his glasses, which conceals most of his beauty and prevents him from revealing the deep and calm look he has when he looks at people.

He reached out and brushed his bangs, saying, "The barber shop I often go to has moved away."

Good move! Lin Sitian thought to herself.

He still values ​​the craftsmanship of the shop that cuts hair? Is there something wrong with this person's aesthetic sense?

"It looks good this way, actually." Lin Sitian felt that she had to strike while the iron was hot and help her deskmate change his aesthetic path. "Bangs suit you."

Zhou Sheng was stunned for a moment, and whispered, "Oh." Then he put his glasses back on, "My bangs affect my reading."

Lin Sitian rolled her eyes and said, "Just move it aside."

"Trouble." Zhou Sheng said.

"It's troublesome to put on clothes, but don't people still need to wear clothes?"

Zhou Sheng turned to look at her: "The difference between necessary and unnecessary, can you accept me not wearing clothes?"

Lin Sitian said without hesitation: "Yes, of course."

Zhou Sheng's throat was choked by her shamelessness for a moment.

"You were just talking." Zhou Sheng suddenly lowered his head and stared at the text in the book.

"Do you want to try it?" Lin Sitian suddenly found fun and leaned forward to ask in his ear, "A tomboy or a manly woman?"

Zhou Sheng's pen spun quickly, "The teacher is coming soon, you haven't finished eating yet."

Lin Sitian snorted, sat back and sipped her milk, but her almond-shaped eyes couldn't help but glance in Zhou Sheng's direction.

“I look better without glasses,” she said.

Zhou Sheng didn't seem to hear it, but the half of his ear exposed under his short hair turned red. But that was the extent of their relationship. On weekdays, they were still far apart. Zhou Sheng took notes in class and did homework after class, topping the grade rankings, while Lin Sitian was absent in class and chatted after class, repeatedly testing the edge of the passing line. The only difference from what was imagined was that Zhou Sheng was not the kind of monitor who reported on his classmates. As long as Lin Sitian didn't bury explosives next to him and count down for him, he would not bother to pay attention to her even if she made a hole in the desk. Over time, Lin Sitian became more and more bold.

Passing notes in class was a common occurrence. They were in the group near the window, with Lin Sitian sitting at the innermost. Before, they always passed the note from the back to the front. But one time, a note came directly from the next group, and the boys who passed it threw it directly on Zhou Sheng's desk.

Lin Sitian was startled. She placed her fingers on the table and "crawled" forward quietly. Just when she was about to approach the paper ball, Zhou Sheng suddenly pressed it down.

"Listen to the class." Zhou Sheng wrote down a line of notes in his notebook without even raising his head.

Lin Sitian's hands were still frozen there in a chicken claw position, and she secretly glanced at Zhou Sheng's left hand that was holding down the paper ball.

Very thin and tall, with obvious joints and faint bluish meridian lines on the back of his hands.

Lin Sitian stretched out an index finger and carefully poked it under Zhou Sheng's palm, trying to hook the note back.

The fingertips poked the edge of Zhou Sheng's palm with light force, which made it a little itchy. The nerves at that point began to spread and gradually connected into one piece.

After Zhou Sheng finished taking notes, he finally looked up at her.

Lin Sitian glanced at him awkwardly and whispered, "The last one." She also stretched out her hand and made a "1" gesture.

Zhou Sheng had an indifferent expression. He opened his mouth and silently made a "NO" sign with his lips.

Lin Sitian slumped her shoulders and stopped talking.

Just as Zhou Sheng looked up at the blackboard again, Lin Sitian exerted force suddenly, and unexpectedly stretched out her finger to get under Zhou Sheng's palm, and then...

Zhou Sheng grabbed her finger with lightning speed.

Ah, isn't this person attending class? !

The moment the two people were wrestling on the desk, there was a "bang" sound, and people from the front row, including the teacher, looked over.

Because of the angle, their private movements could not be seen clearly. At this moment, Lin Sitian was "baptized by the holy light" of the teacher. She dared not move and could only let Zhou Sheng hold her index finger in his palm.

It's hot, and just, so weird.

Zhou Sheng was also surprised that such a big noise was caused, but he was looking at the blackboard from the beginning, so he seemed much calmer.

The teacher naturally felt that there was something wrong with Lin Sitian.

"Lin Sitian, what are you doing in class?" asked the teacher.

Lin Sitian immediately replied: "Listen to the class!"

Then I felt Zhou Sheng beside me seem to sneer.

"Get up, what did I just say?"

Lin Sitian quietly pulled her hand out, stood up tremblingly, looked guiltily at the table, and then glanced at Zhou Sheng.

Save me save me save me.

However, the romantic scene in youth novels where the top student classmate saves the heroine did not happen, and Zhou Sheng did not move at all.

"Stand up and listen to the class."

The shame and resentment that arose under the attention of the whole class reached its peak during the class when she was made to stand in the corner as punishment. Lin Sitian cursed Zhou Sheng a thousand times in her heart, "You bastard, you jerk of a desk mate. From now on, we will be incompatible and cannot coexist with each other."

While cursing inwardly, two tears dropped on the desk.

When Zhou Sheng returned the note to her, he saw her red eyes. He wanted to say something, but stopped himself.

"Pay attention to the lessons in the future."

——He was right, he thought. After that day, Lin Sitian stopped talking to Zhou Sheng. From the time she arrived at the classroom in the morning to the time she left school in the afternoon, she said no more than two sentences: "get out of the way" and "I want to go in."

But she had also restrained herself a lot, at least she stopped passing notes. Occasionally, Zhou Sheng would see her supporting her chin with one hand, staring at the questions in the book and thinking for a long time, then suddenly realizing something, picking up the pen and writing down a wrong answer.

Whenever Zhou Sheng saw this scene, he couldn't suppress the urge to correct her mistakes, but he soon realized that he was too nosy and now she didn't like him at all.

"How do you cut it?" the barber asked while pinching the ends of Zhou Sheng's hair.

Zhou Sheng stared at the face in the mirror and remembered something.

"Trimmed the bangs a bit, thinned it out."

Zhou Sheng came to school on Monday and his classmates were whispering around him.

"Zhou Sheng got his hair cut, and he looks pretty stylish."

"Yes, and it's not a buzz cut."

Yes, his originally weed-like hair was trimmed, making him look quite decent.

Zhou Sheng tugged at the shoulder strap of his schoolbag and walked to his seat. Lin Sitian was sitting in his seat, copying the homework of the classmate behind him.

He didn't say anything, just stood aside, looking down at her, waiting for her to move away consciously.

However, time was running out, and Lin Sitian was so engrossed in copying that she didn't notice him at all.

Zhou Sheng tapped twice with his fingertips on the corner of the table behind him.

Lin Sitian then looked up at him, then quickly lowered her head again and moved her butt inside, with no change in her expression.

Zhou Sheng sat down and heard her say to the person behind him: "What about you, the one behind you? Why haven't you done anything?"

“I can’t do it.”

"You can't do so many things? Are you a pig, Li Hailiang? What's the difference between handing it in and not finishing it?"

"Wow, my lady, you haven't even done your own homework and yet you complain about copying too much from me." Li Hailiang is one of Lin Sitian's best friends. He and Lin Sitian have similar personalities and neither of them puts much effort into studying, so their grades are about the same.

"I just forgot about it. If I did it, there would be no way I would have so much time."

Zhou Sheng slowly took out the textbook for morning reading from his schoolbag, thinking in his mind which of his desk mates didn't copy. If he asked Li Hailiang to copy his homework, even the stupidity of his mistakes would be the same, and the teacher would be able to see it at a glance, and he would be scolded the same way.

Unconsciously, he took out the test paper that Lin Sitian was copying from his schoolbag and put it next to him.

The desk is already filled with textbooks and homework books that need to be handed in during morning reading, so this paper really takes up a lot of space.

"What should I do? Can you help me ask Wang Yue for it? I have to fill the empty space quickly." Lin Sitian was so anxious that she was turning around.

——Return to Wang Yue…

Another unreliable one.

Zhou Sheng pressed the back of his neck, propped his elbows on the table, and inadvertently pushed the test paper a little towards Lin Sitian's desk.

Lin Sitian had her back to the desk and was completely unaware.

Zhou Sheng took out a reference book and started reading ten lines at a glance, but there was no further follow-up.

"Zhou Sheng." Finally, when Lin Sitian turned sideways, she seemed to notice the crooked placement of his papers.

Zhou Sheng's gaze stopped on "reaction enthalpy change" and waited for her to beg him.

"The paper is out of bounds." Lin Sitian pushed his paper back without thinking, making a "swish" sound.

Zhou Sheng turned to look at her, a look of surprise in his eyes.

"What? You're crossing the line and you won't let me say anything?" She frowned, "You can't just take up two-thirds of the table by yourself, right?"

"No." Zhou Sheng quickly took back the paper and stuffed it into the drawer.

"Hey! Wang Yue - you're here just in time, hurry up, hurry up, give me the test paper that was distributed last night so I can copy it!"

Zhou Sheng's pen quickly wrote down an answer on the reference book, and then the next question.

He had already paid back what he owed her, but she didn't want it.