Song Yumeng walked up to Yi Ran and said in a commanding tone: "Hey, Yi Shenjing! You are not allowed to vote for that green tea, do you hear me?"

Yi Ran sat leisurely in his seat, folded his hands on the armchair, and smiled instead of getting angry: "Then tell me, why can't I vote?"

"Because, because..." After a long time of talking about it, Song Yumeng still couldn't find a good reason, and said angrily, "Why are you asking so many questions? I told you not to vote, so you are not allowed to vote!"

Yi Ran didn't say anything, but looked at Song Yumeng with a smile in his eyes.

Song Yumeng knew that she was in the wrong, so she didn't stay for long. Halfway through the walk, she turned back and emphasized: "Yi Shenjing, remember, you are not allowed to vote for that green tea!"

Yi Ran looked at the proud back of the eldest lady, shook his head helplessly and smiled, thinking: She is obviously in the wrong but still comes to ask me, what an unreasonable eldest lady.

The bell rang for class, and Tang Xiangping asked the students to write down the names they wanted to vote for on a piece of scratch paper and then pass it up.

The class was filled with the rustling sound of pens rubbing against paper. Many students had already decided who they wanted to vote for, but Yi Ran was still dithering, holding his face with one hand and spinning his pen with the other, looking like he was still racking his brains over who to vote for.

Song Yumeng watched Yi Ran take a long time to write, and she felt nervous for no reason. To be honest, she knew she was in the wrong, so she didn't have much hope that Yi Ran would listen to her.

Many students had already passed their written papers up, and Yi Ran had stopped spinning his pen, and it seemed that he had already chosen a candidate. She glanced at Song Yumeng, smiled mysteriously, then wrote a few strokes on the paper, folded it in half, and passed it up.

Song Yumeng was stared at: "???" Why did Yi Shenjing look at me?

After submitting, Tang Xiangping asked the students to do homework or review, while he sat on the podium to count the votes.

When Tang Xiangping opened the last folded paper, his face was full of surprise, and he glanced at Song Yumeng who was sitting at the back door.

Song Yumeng was confused and suspicious: Why did Tang Seng also look at me? Could it be that I was just absent and was discovered?

Suddenly, Tang Xiangping stood up from the chair, still holding the creased paper in his hand, and asked, "Who is this person who voted for Song Yumeng?"

The whole class was confused, looking at each other. Su Xiaoxiao scratched her head and simply thought: Didn't Xiaoyu not run for election? How could anyone vote for her?

Song Yumeng had already guessed the truth. No wonder Yi Shenjing and Tang Seng looked at her just now. It turned out to be because of this! Song Yumeng hated Yi Ran from a distance.

Yi Ran looked at Song Yumeng innocently, spread his hands, saying that he knew nothing, but he broke his composure the moment he turned his head back and couldn't help laughing.

Why is Yi Shenjing so annoying! ! ! It's so annoying! Song Yumeng was crazy in her heart.

Tang Xiangping saw it all clearly from the stage, but she didn't expose it. As expected, she guessed that it was Yi Ran. This prank was played...

After the final statistics were completed, the monitor was Xu Yuan. Song Yumeng was very dissatisfied with this result, and cursed in her heart: Humph, green tea, you are lucky! After

class, Song Yumeng did not mock Xu Yuan, but rushed to Yi Ran and questioned: "Yi Shenjing, are you sick? Who asked you to vote for me? You want to make trouble for me, right?"

Yi Ran spread his hands and said, "Please, you only told me not to vote for Xu Yuan, but not for you. Can't I vote for you?"

What he said was quite reasonable, but as everyone knows, the eldest lady is unreasonable.

"Stop making excuses!" Song Yumeng pointed at Yi Ran and said fiercely, "Humph, if I had known you were going to vote for me, I should have voted for you too!!"

Yi Ran pretended to be surprised and pointed at himself and said, "You are going to vote for me? Are you supporting me to be the monitor?"

"Who supports you? Don't be so self-indulgent! If you apply for the position of trash committee member, I will definitely vote for you!" Song Yumeng's reaction was very strong.

Yi Ran chuckled, "What trash committee member? Come on, I'm called a clean committee member, don't you understand?"

"I don't understand!!!" Song Yumeng glanced at Yi Ran and returned to her seat.

...

The day before the exam, Tang Xiangping posted the exam seating chart and exam numbers at the back door. The seats were arranged according to grades. Song Yumeng found that she was sitting with Yi Shenjing again, just to her right, still in the last row of the last exam room.

When Yi Ran went to check the test numbers during the break, Song Yumeng deliberately said in disdain, "Oh, it's so unlucky, why do I have to sit with you again!"

Yi Ran looked at the infuriated Song Yumeng and calmly retorted, "It's really unlucky, who made you rank last again?"

"You!!!" Song Yumeng was so angry that she blew her beard and glared, "Humph, I won't bother with you!" In fact, the eldest lady ran out of words.

Song Yumeng looked for Liu Luoyang's name on the report card again, and found that he and Xu Yuan were tied for first place in the grade, and then hurried to look at the seating chart, Liu Luoyang sat behind Xu Yuan.

Song Yumeng stood in front of the table with her arms folded, pouting and muttering to herself: "Hmph, scheming girl, don't think you can get away with sitting behind Brother Liu Luoyang."

Yi Ran, who was standing next to her, looked at her speechlessly and said: "What's the point of you cursing at the wall? I give up." "

It's none of your business, can't I just be happy?" Song Yumeng was so proud.

Yi Ran rolled his eyes at her and said, "I'm too lazy to tell you." Then he left.

...

Song Yumeng came early on Thursday morning because she was embarrassed to give Liu Luoyang the bread she made in front of him, so she always came early to secretly put it in his desk.

When Song Yumeng arrived, the classroom was empty. As usual, she walked towards Liu Luoyang's desk, holding a corner of the transparent packaging bag.

But just as she walked to the podium and before she passed, the lights in the classroom were turned on.

Suddenly, the classroom was bright.

Song Yumeng turned around subconsciously and saw Yi Ran standing at the front door switch. She asked stupidly, "Why are you here?"

"Isn't it normal for me to come to school?" As she spoke, Yi Ran's eyes had already moved down to the bread in her hand.

The transparent packaging bag contained a semicircular bread with a browned crust and a cream filling inside. It looked crispy, fragrant and soft.

Yi Ran knew that this bread must have been brought by Song Yumeng for Liu Luoyang, and she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

Yi Ran licked her lips. It happened that she hadn't eaten breakfast yet and was a little hungry, so she had a plan in her mind.

She walked up to Song Yumeng, gave her a wicked smile, and then snatched the bread from her hand at lightning speed.

Song Yumeng was anxious: "Yi Shenjing, what are you doing? Give it back to me!"

But after Song Yumeng finished speaking, Yi Ran had already torn open the bag and took a bite of the bread inside.

The rich aroma of the bread and the sweetness of the cream spread in his mouth. It was delicious. If Song Yumeng hadn't been angry, Yi Ran would have really wanted to give her a thumbs up.

She didn't expect that the young lady could bake bread.

On the other hand, Song Yumeng was already furious. She pointed at Yi Ran who was still chewing the bread and said in shock and anger: "You, you, you actually ate it?! Yi Shenjing, you bastard!!!"

As she said that, she raised her fist to hit her shoulder. Yi Ran was quick-witted and quickly dodged to the side, and stepped back several steps to keep a safe distance from Song Yumeng.

Yi Ran swallowed the crumbs of bread in his mouth, looked at the furious young lady in front of him, and quickly made the Erkang hand gesture, saying frankly: "No, no, no! I just took a bite of your bread, young lady, you don't want to kill me to stop me from eating, right??"

"What do you think!!!" Song Yumeng was furious.

"Wrong, wrong!" Yi Ran swallowed his saliva and joked with her calmly, "Then how about this, I will return the bread to you, you are generous, can you spare me?" As he said this, he took out the bread from behind and handed it to Song Yumeng openly.

The originally raised semicircle has now become a full crescent after Yi Ran took a bite, and there is a tooth mark at the gap.

Seeing the fruits of her labor, Song Yumeng was heartbroken. She said angrily and aggrievedly, "Get out of here! Why are you giving it back to me after you've already taken a bite? You irrational psychopath!" Yi

Ran burst out laughing. She swore that she definitely didn't mean to laugh out loud. She just couldn't help it because the maddened look on her face was so funny.

Why didn't she find her so funny when she was reading before?

"You're still laughing? You're shameless, Yi Shenjing!" Song Yumeng was about to cry.

"Okay, don't get angry with yourself anymore. You're about to cry." Yi Ran wanted to touch Song Yumeng's head like Liu Luoyang did, but Song Yumeng turned her head away and looked at him warily.

Yi Ran awkwardly withdrew his hand and took a bite of the bread. If you

don't want me to touch you, then forget it!

…

After the morning self-study session, the students took their pencil cases and went to the designated examination rooms to line up and wait.

Song Yumeng hated queuing the most, so she was always the last one to enter the examination room. She took a gel pen and walked to the last examination room skillfully. When the invigilator handed her the tester for inspection, everyone in the exam was looking at her.

Song Yumeng ignored the gazes of those people and walked to her seat with her chin raised. She walked with a breeze and rolled her eyes at Yi Ran when she passed by.

Looking at her chic figure, Yi Ran was stunned and said in his heart: So cool…

There were a total of 42 seats in the examination room. The last two single seats were in the last row of the second and third groups. Song Yumeng and Yi Ran happened to be sitting there, Song Yumeng on the right and Yi Ran on the left.

The Chinese test papers and answer sheets were handed out, and everyone was answering the questions seriously. The whole classroom was filled with rustling sounds.

But Yi Ran was turning her pen, feeling a headache over this test paper filled with densely written words.

The first thing she did was boring textual reading. The three long paragraphs of boring material almost made Yi Ran's eyelids close.

What a boring Chinese test! Yi Ran sighed silently in her heart, turned the page and went straight to reading.

It was a novel, and it was quite interesting. Yi Ran read it several times and then did the questions. She looked at the time on the wall, there were still two hours and fifteen minutes left, so she continued to write the composition, selecting all the eleven multiple-choice questions.

As for the translation of classical Chinese and the dictation of ancient poems, she was really helpless and didn't plan to do it, since she would leave it blank every time anyway.

Yi Ran finished quickly. There was still an hour left. She sat in her seat feeling bored. Song Yumeng, who was waving her pen beside her, attracted her attention. She tilted her head to look at her for a few more times.

Song Yumeng was writing an essay. Yi Ran couldn't see the content clearly, but her handwriting was still so bold, just like her. Yi Ran's handwriting was also sloppy, but there was a sense of elegance in it.

The invigilator on the stage noticed that Yi Ran was looking at Song Yumeng's test paper, but didn't say anything. The invigilators in the back exam rooms were worse. Besides, even if they were asked to copy from each other, what could the second to last copy from the last?

Song Yumeng, who was writing her composition, also noticed Yi Ran's gaze, turned her head to look at her, and then quickly used her arms to form a semicircle to block her own paper to prevent Yi Ran from seeing it. It was obviously a misunderstanding.

Yi Ran smiled quietly. This coward's brain seemed to be not very smart. Who would copy other people's composition?