Zhang Shu seemed extremely angry, as if he wanted to strangle her to death, but he didn't say anything, or it would be more accurate to say that he had nothing to say.

Shengxia was almost suffocating when she saw him suddenly grab the composition paper on her desk and slap it on her desk with a "slap" sound. "What's my name?"

"Zhang... count them..." Is he crazy?

"Which SHU?"

midsummer:……?

She glanced at his paper and saw that the number on the name column was circled in red, with Fu Jie's words next to it: My deskmate is pretty cute ^-^.

The two words "张数" are obviously the word for midsummer.

Isn't it this number? Then, is it shu? shu? shu? There are so many characters with this sound that are suitable for people's names.

I was careless. First come, first served.

"I'm sorry," Shengxia sincerely apologized. It was indeed very rude to write someone's name incorrectly. She bit her lip and felt a little helpless. "Then, which SHU are you?"

Her eyes were filled with guilt, as if she had suffered a great injustice, and it seemed as if a lake of water would form in an instant if she squeezed them.

How could she be so innocent? She had been in this class for more than half a month, and she could even write the "Qi" in Hou Junqi's name, which has at least dozens of homophones, correctly. But she didn't know which "SHU" he was talking about?

Zhang Shu looked away, grabbed Shengxia's wrist, accurately pulled out a marker from her "Disney Princess" crystal pen holder, and wrote the word "Shu" on her forearm stroke by stroke.

The cool brush strokes passed over the skin, like waves of electric current running through every part of the body.

Shengxia felt that the wrist he was holding was rapidly heating up, and the temperature slowly spread to her ears and cheeks.

I don't know if he felt the pulse on her wrist, which was beating violently and rapidly.

She wanted to pull her hand back, but he was very strong. When she pulled her hand back, she moved closer to him.

After Zhang Shu finished writing, he lifted up his slender wrist and glanced at it with satisfaction, "Shu, do you understand? Don't erase it. Read it several times before going to bed, pray to it when you wake up, and check on it every morning and evening. I guarantee that you will never make a mistake in your writing in your life."

Shengxia murmured, "This idiom is not used like this... Morning and evening visits, evening help before bed, morning greetings, these are the words used in ancient times to serve parents."

How did she grasp the key points?

Zhang Shu: "Black chicken and Spanish mackerel."

Shengxia: “What?”

Zhang Shu: "…praising you for being smart and intelligent, and having great culture. What you said is all right."

Shengxia lowered her head: ...It must not be like this.

Zhang Shu was silent too. Why did she look so sympathetic again? He had already politely swallowed the words "Why don't you treat me as your father?"

Shengxia was not stupid enough to continue the topic. Perhaps she had imagined something worse. This oolong was not too bad for her. She calmed down a little and looked at the words on her arm.

He is actually this "Shu", which is very rare.

Shu: timely rain, sweet dew from heaven, a metaphor for grace.

He must be a precious gift to his parents. They must love him very much.

Shengxia didn't realize her composition was not handed out until halfway through the evening class. It wasn't until Xin Xiaohe ran over at the end of the class, with a teasing expression on her face, that she said to her in a joking tone: "You're so disgusting~"

Shengxia was still confused. Xin Xiaohe pointed to the display board on the back wall of the classroom and said, "Your composition is posted on the model essay wall!"

It was just after class, and a few people gathered around the essay wall, whispering to each other, and some of them kept turning back to look at Shengxia.

Shengxia didn’t understand, but she didn’t intend to join the crowd. After all, she got full marks again?

Xin Xiaohe sat in Zhang Shu's seat, holding Sheng Xia's arm, "I'm so bored sitting there alone, let's go over there quickly this week!"

"Yes, go over there quickly..."

It’s still more comfortable to sit at the same table with girls.

Xin Xiaohe let go of Shengxia and looked at Zhang Shu's desk boredly, "Why doesn't he have any other teaching materials?"

Indeed, Shengxia discovered that apart from completing his homework every night, he hardly did any additional exercises, which was different from the academic master she had imagined.

Shengxia said: "Maybe what the school gives is enough."

Xin Xiaohe nodded, "Zhang Shu never plays by the rules." Just then she saw the words on Sheng Xia's arm, "Damn, what is this?"

Shengxia frowned and rubbed it with her fingertips, but it was useless. "I thought he was a number in mathematics and wrote his name wrong. This... is the result of him not playing by the rules."

Xin Xiaohe was angry and amused, and complained: "I am really impressed, is he the emperor?"

Shengxia pursed her lips, silently expressing her helplessness.

"Let's go for a midnight snack tonight?" Xin Xiaohe invited again.

Shengxia touched her stomach and said, "I may not have room left. I ate too much for dinner..."

"Is the food at the lunch care center delicious? I'd like to order some, but I heard it costs NT$100 a day?"

"I don't know how much. The expensive part is the accommodation for lunch. The food is delicious, but..." Shengxia paused.

"What is it?"

Shengxia: “It’s just that the boss really likes to make cola chicken wings.”

"Cola chicken wings are delicious. I love them so much. When will the cafeteria have cola chicken wings?"

"I like it too," Shengxia said, "but I've been eating it for a week..."

Xin Xiaohe: "Didn't I hear that the menu won't be repeated?"

"Yeah, I don't know, it seems someone has complained..."

Xin Xiaohe knocked on the table and said, "Why don't you ask this guy who doesn't play by the rules, isn't the after-school care center run by his relatives?"

Shengxia: “Is that so?” I seemed to hear the aunt and the boss talking about “Ah Shu” when I went there on the first day.

"Yes."

"Forget it..."

"Then continue eating chicken wings."

“Yeah…”

"whee."

"Ha ha."

The two girls were lying on the table chatting quietly, not noticing the tall boy leaning on the seat at the back, arms folded, looking leisurely, scrolling through his phone and listening.

When the class was about to start, Xin Xiaohe was about to return to her seat, but as soon as she turned around, she was startled by the person behind her.

"Are you a ghost?" Xin Xiaohe patted his chest.

Zhang Shu: "Is the ghost seat comfortable?"

Xin Xiaohe: "Oh, isn't it because I was next to the fairy that I got a little bit of fairy spirit? Otherwise, I would have come?"

Zhang Shu laughed briefly.

Is it really good to criticize one and praise the other?

Fairy spirit or something...

Shengxia felt very embarrassed and didn't want to stay there, so she took a cup and went out to get some water.

There were fewer people gathered behind, so Shengxia pretended to pass by casually and took a look at the model essay.

Her composition was posted in the center, with a prominent mark of 50 points, the full score.

In the lower right corner is Fu Jie's comment of about a hundred words.

And, comments on Zhang Shu's comments.

Fu Jie drew two red lines under Zhang Shu's words "Super awesome!!" and wrote in red pen behind them: It's really super greasy ^-^.

This smile is very soulful.

When midsummer silently recited the sentence "the paper is great, the writing is great, the argument is great, the logic is great, super great", I unconsciously substituted the word "膩害", especially the "super 膩害", with the rising ending sound. The difference in pronunciation seemed, seemed, actually, to give a different feeling.

Shengxia couldn't find an adjective to describe the situation, so he returned to his seat in silence.

The girl came back, and Zhang Shu looked at her cup which was already full of water and smiled silently.

Not long after the bell rang for the second evening class, this window in midsummer became busy again, and this time there were one, two, three, or four heads squatting outside.

Shengxia already had experience and knew that the person was looking for Zhang Shu. Seeing that he had his back to her, she was about to call him, but then she remembered that he didn't want her to, so she raised her hand and patted his arm.

Zhang Shu turned his head, his eyes fell on her slender white fingers, then looked up at the word "Shu" on her forearm, in black and white. No, in black on white skin, it was particularly eye-catching.

"Someone is looking for you..." Shengxia reminded.

Zhang Shu then raised his head.

Squatting outside the window were Han Xiao, Zhou Yingxiang, and Liu Huian and Wu Pengcheng, who had been my good friends since we were in the first year of high school and had not yet been divided into classes.

Shengxia opened the window for them and noticed that the eyes of several people outside were on her. She lowered her head and continued to do her homework without looking back.

"Let's go, Brother Shu?" Han Xiao said, and patted Hou Junqi in front of him, "Brother Hou, let's retreat?"

Hou Junqi looked at Zhang Shu.

Zhang Shu scanned the blackboard, flipped through his math exercise book, and then replied, "20 minutes."

Zhou Yingxiang popped his head out and said, "Let's write Beishu tomorrow. Is Chen Mengyao waiting outside?"

Zhang Shu glanced at him calmly and said, "30 minutes, then."

"No, no," Han Xiao knew what kind of person Zhang Shu was. The more he used threats and inducements, the more he would argue. So he might as well compromise. "We'll wait for you at the north gate. 20 minutes?"

Zhang Shu: "Stop talking nonsense. I can write a question now."

Han Xiao said, "Okay, okay, we're leaving now. We'll wait for you."

However, Zhang Shu did not leave after 20 minutes. Instead, he slowly packed his bag and left when the bell rang for the end of the second evening class.

Hou Junqi in the front seat didn't know how many times he looked back.

Shengxia looked at his empty seat and felt quite surprised. Was he playing hard to get and deliberately making the girl wait a little longer, or was he really putting his studies first?

As soon as Zhang Shu and Hou Junqi came out of the teaching building, they saw four people squatting on the side of the road, with cigarettes and sparks in the dark night.

Guarding the intersection, as if afraid that he would not go.

Seeing them coming, several people put out their cigarettes and stood up, "Ah Shu!"

"What are you fighting for?" Zhang Shu asked.

"All right," Zhou Yingxiang followed up, very generous, "We have more people, can we fight the emperor?"

"OK."

As they walked towards the north gate, Wu Pengcheng suddenly asked, "Ah Shu, your deskmate is pretty. Why haven't I seen her before?"

Zhang Shu raised his eyebrows: "Is there?"

Wu Pengcheng said: "It's very beautiful. Are you blind?"

Liu Huian added: "Will it be useful for you to tell him this? He only has Chen Mengyao in his eyes."

Wu Pengcheng and Chen Mengyao were in the same class. For some reason, he always looked down on Chen Mengyao. "Chen Mengyao knows how to dress up, but your classmate looks like an angel. That's not the kind of beauty."

Hou Junqi seemed to agree: "One is rich and beautiful, and the other is not interested in worldly things."

Wu Pengcheng gave a thumbs up: "Okay, you are educated, that's what I mean."

Zhang Shu didn't comment, and said calmly, "I just transferred here."

Wu Pengcheng asked: "Where did you transfer from?"

Zhang Shu said, "No. 2 Middle School."

Liu Huian said: "She was able to transfer to another school in her third year of high school, and she transferred from No. 2 Middle School. This girl's family must be very rich."

Liu Hui'an's mother is an administrative teacher at the affiliated high school, so he has a deeper understanding of the affiliated high school.

Hou Junqi became interested: "What do you mean?"

Liu Huian pointed at Zhou Yingxiang and said, "Even our brother Xiang can only go to the English Department. Our school only has students transferring out. Where have we ever seen anyone transferring in?"

Zhou Yingxiang nodded and said, "It's true. It took my father a lot of effort to get into Yingjie's department. He looked for people everywhere."

The English Department was originally the repeater department of the Nanyang Technological University Affiliated High School. The tuition was high and not everyone was admitted. It only recruited students who failed the college entrance examination of the school or had good scores in the college entrance examination of other schools but wanted to enter a prestigious school.

But in the past two years, I don’t know if the school is really poor or what, but the English Department has recruited a class of high school seniors from other schools, and added tuition fees to the original tuition. The tuition fees are so high that ordinary families cannot afford it.

Even so, the number of places is still insufficient to meet the demand, because the English Department is also taught by teachers from the Affiliated High School, and all teaching systems are from the Affiliated High School.

It is equivalent to spending a lot of money to go to a high school.

Come to think of it, I've never seen anyone transfer to the headquarters.

Zhang Shu knew that Shengxia was taking care of her children at her sister's place after lunch. His sister's fees were not cheap, and she drank one cup of juice a day, sometimes two cups, and bought stationery wholesale without looking at the price... He knew that her family was not poor.

The girl is always dignified and calm, and looks very well-educated. It seems that her parents brought her up very strictly.

"What's the matter with the words on the girl's arm?" Liu Huian touched Zhang Shu's shoulder. "Why are you stamping her so quickly? What about your Chen Mengyao?"

"Yeah, they did come over after training to celebrate your birthday?" Zhou Yingxiang actively joined the conversation. After all, it was he who called Chen Mengyao, so he had to be careful not to flatter the wrong person.

Zhang Shu suddenly stopped and asked, "Why do you think I must be with Chen Mengyao?"

When he was in the music club, he was close to Chen Mengyao for a while, and he didn't care about some romantic rumors, but later it seemed to become more and more outrageous.

He still couldn't figure out where the rumors came from. Few people actually came up to him to gossip about them. These things were not a problem for him, so he just let them be.

As time went by, not only those who had nothing to do with him, but even those around him took it seriously.

Wu Pengcheng asked: "Haven't you been pursuing her since junior high school? Is that it? Is your love stronger than gold, brother?"

Zhang Shu almost rolled his eyes, "I didn't even know Chen Mengyao in junior high school!"

Even Han Xiao, a junior high school classmate, was shocked: "What?!"