Zhang Shu was talking to Han Xiao outside the window.

Han Xiao was Zhang Shu's junior high school classmate. There were only three people from No. 35 Middle School who were admitted to the affiliated middle school: Zhang Shu, Han Xiao, and Chen Mengyao. But this was already the best year for No. 35 Middle School. In previous years, if there was only one person, it would be a blessing.

Chen Mengyao is an art student, and Zhang Shu is a dark horse; it was a surprise that both of them made the list.

Only Han Xiao, who had been the top student in his grade since the first grade and was expected to be admitted to the affiliated middle school, was overtaken by the dark horse Zhang Shu in the end. He was very angry, but his grades were just like everyone else after entering the affiliated middle school. The huge gap made him devastated.

He didn't know what he was thinking, but he talked to Zhang Shu, an old classmate, and became a fanboy. He always stuck to Zhang Shu. He often came to Zhang Shu's class during breaks and evening self-study, and stayed for half a class. Almost every teacher in Class 6 had seen him, and everyone in Class 6 knew him. Later, the school moved the liberal arts class to a floor, and the distance was far, so he came much less frequently.

This time it happened again, and everyone in Class 6 was no longer surprised.

There are corridors on both the north and south sides of the classrooms in the affiliated middle school. The one on the north side is only one meter wide. It is usually not used and is only used as a sanitary corner. Han Xiao is hiding by the window at the moment, using a mop to block it as a cover.

"Brother Shu, how are you planning your birthday?" Han Xiao asked.

Zhang Shu said: "No arrangements."

Han Xiao insisted: "That won't work, this is □□'s birthday!"

Zhang Shu never liked celebrating his birthday. Who doesn’t know that his mother died giving birth to him?

"No money, no mind." Zhang Shu responded.

"Brother Hou told us that you are short of money recently, so how can you spend money?" Han Xiao said earnestly, "Zhou Yingxiang and the others said they would bring Milk to you."

Zhou Yingxiang is a super rich second-generation rich man. When he was in No. 35 Middle School, he was very close to Zhang Shu. I don't know what he wanted. I heard that he spent money to join the English Department of the Affiliated Middle School this semester. I didn't expect that he would hook up with Han Xiao so soon. And Milk? It must cost several thousand a night. When there are many people, the drinks will cost a lot of money. It is normal to spend tens of thousands. Not many students can afford it. At most, they can borrow a card.

It's not that Zhang Shu is narcissistic, he almost suspects that he is unisex.

Zhang Shu swallowed the dish with a "black chicken and Spanish mackerel" and replied politely, "What are you talking about? You are young and you should eat lightly."

Han Xiao: ...It would be great if Brother Shu didn’t have this mouth.

"We're just having fun together," Han Xiao threw out his trump card, "Zhou Yingxiang said he would definitely get you an appointment with Chen Mengyao, so that she can celebrate your birthday."

Shengxia followed Wang Wei's instructions and just as she entered the classroom, she saw Zhang Shu talking to himself at the mop head outside the window. She couldn't hear what he was saying...

As I got closer, I heard him say to the mop, "Get lost."

Then the mop moved and fell down.

The night wind is blowing outside the window, and there is nothing.

midsummer:……

Zhang Shu closed the window with a bang, and when he turned around, he saw the girl standing one meter away, looking at him with horror.

Zhang Shu tilted his head and looked back at her:...?

What can I do for you?

"Zhang Shu...the teacher is calling you." Shengxia understood his expression, threw down a sentence, and turned away without waiting for an answer.

Zhang, Shu.

The pronunciations of these two words are rather harsh, I never thought someone could pronounce them so gently.

The boy in the back seat rubbed his arms and pinched his throat to imitate: "Zhang...Shu...Eh~The new classmate is too..."

soft.

This adjective popped into Zhang Shu's mind.

When he went out, he inadvertently glanced at the seat by the door. The girl was concentrating on doing her homework, but her draft paper was full of scribbles, and it was obvious that she was absent-minded.

What on earth is the structure of her brain? Why does she tremble every time?

Wang Wei went to him and discussed the matter over and over again, and he knew everything.

Phrases such as "strive for the top spot", "keep a stable mentality", "be more careful", and "don't be too arrogant" appeared repeatedly, and Zhang Shu could recite them by heart.

"What's that expression on your face? Please don't think I'm nagging. The truth is the truth. Only by repeating it can it be engraved in your heart. At this critical moment, I can't relax for a moment. Would I waste my breath nagging at others? Just anywhere on the street..."

"Would I pull any random person on the street and talk to him? Don't be ungrateful for what you have!" Zhang Shu interrupted Wang Wei and continued his words.

Wang Wei: …

The people in the classroom heard a "pop" sound, and saw Wang Wei slap Zhang Shu on the back with a chemistry exercise book, "You brat!"

The students in Class Six took it for granted. They just glanced at it and went about their own business, not wanting to watch.

"If nothing else, I'm going to study." Zhang Shu said as he turned around.

"stop!"

Zhang Shu turned around and said, "You have a lot of homework, Lao Wang."

Wang Wei didn't mind his address and waved, "Come back!"

Zhang Shu looked at Wang Wei impatiently. Wang Wei took two steps forward and put his arm around Zhang Shu's shoulders. They both turned their backs to the classroom. Wang Wei leaned toward Zhang Shu. When he got excited, the hairs on his head trembled. He looked as earnest as he could be.

"I'm not worried about your other subjects, but your Chinese is not that high. If it weren't for the gap in other subjects, your Chinese would definitely be a drag. You have to keep it above 125 points. If you can get 130 points in Chinese, or even 135, you will definitely be the top scorer. Do you understand?"

Zhang Shu: "Why do you have to be the top scorer? It's just a matter of scores. Isn't it enough if it's enough?"

Wang Wei looked incredulous. "That's all? Do you know how many people have high hopes for you? Is this just your business?"

"Isn't it?"

Wang Wei was almost mad. He took a deep breath and said, "Can you guarantee that you will not make any mistakes in other subjects in the exam? You don't have much room to improve in math, physics and chemistry now. No matter how good you are, can you score 151 points? Although Chinese is about accumulation, it is really hard to improve it in a short time. But Teacher Fu said that you can give your composition a try. You just don't pay enough attention to it."

Zhang Shu: "Isn't this a question of talent?"

"Of course not. They are all subjects, they are all sciences. Of course there are ways to improve. With your learning ability, there is no problem!" Wang Wei finally got a response and spoke more excitedly, "There is a new student in our class, Shengxia, who writes very well. Teacher Fu said that she won the first prize in the Wutongshu Essay Competition in her first year of high school. If it were in the past, she would have been directly admitted to Heyan University. Now there is no such policy, but her level is there. You have to make good use of your proximity, understand?"

Zhang Shu sneered: "Old Wang, why don't you go run a matchmaking agency?"

God damn near the water tower.

Everyone in Class 6 saw Zhang Shu being chased and "beaten" into the classroom by Wang Wei, leaving Wang Wei alone with his hands on his hips in the corridor, sulking.

On the weekend, Shengxia finally got to meet her best friend Tao Zhizhi at Yifang Bookstore as scheduled.

Before their senior year of high school, Shengxia and Tao Zhizhi went to the bookstore almost every week. Shengxia read books and Tao Zhizhi read comics. They both got annual passes, had a simple meal in the store at noon, ordered a cup of coffee, and stayed there all day.

"Taozi, you may not have such comfortable days in the future," Shengxia took a sip of coffee, "The amount of homework in the attached high school is too much to be expected."

Tao Zhizhi pouted, "They are all the same. How can there be such miserable creatures as high school seniors in the world?"

Shengxia nodded in agreement, and the two sisters looked sad.

Tao Zhizhi naturally wanted to be concerned about Shengxia's life after transferring to another school. "How is the affiliated high school?"

Shengxia told Tao Zhizhi about the strange classroom layout and the magical seating arrangement.

"What? No. 1? You're going to sit at the same table with No. 1, that Zhang Shu? He's in your class! Your class is awesome!" Tao Zhizhi said in surprise with her eyes wide open after hearing that Shengxia would change seats next week.

Shengxia was puzzled: "Do you know him?" Tao Zhizhi was in the same class with her in elementary and junior high school, and went to No. 1 Middle School for high school. How could she know Zhang Shu?

Tao Zhizhi shook her head, then nodded, "It's just a one-sided acquaintance. Who doesn't know each other? The score on the joint entrance exam is scary."

Shengxia doesn’t know him. To her, the name of the first is the first. She won’t think of remembering other information about people who have nothing to do with her.

"Is he handsome?" Tao Zhizhi asked in a low voice, lying on the table, with a sly look in her eyes. "I heard that he looks like a poor student, but he is also arrogant and handsome. Is he a handsome guy?"

"Ah?" Shengxia was a little slow to react to the sudden change in the topic, "Is there?"

"Isn't it?" Tao Zhizhi was a little disappointed. "Maybe it's the stereotype that people with good grades should be ugly, so if they look slightly passable, they're considered handsome. Well, it makes me want to go to the affiliated high school to take a look, hahaha..."

Is Zhang Shu handsome?

Shengxia lowered her head.

No one can say no with a clear conscience.

This is not a topic worth discussing, so it’s over, and Shengxia didn’t bring it up again to explain further.

It was customary to change seats during Monday morning reading. Shengxia's row was the most troublesome. We had to move the desk to the corridor first, make room inside to move to the right, and finally free up the leftmost side, and then they moved to the innermost side.

During the performance, we had to pass by a podium with one step. The boys could just carry the table over, but the girls could only help each other.

Shengxia was in a bit of a dilemma, as she was only familiar with Xin Xiaohe and could only talk to her. But Xin Xiaohe looked very listless today, with the thermos bottle rolling around her belly. As a girl, Shengxia naturally knew that her day was special today.

Xin Xiaohe's desk was moved by Yang Linyu.

Shengxia pursed her lips in thought.

If everything inside the table is taken out, it will be much lighter and she should be able to lift it by herself and walk slowly.

She started to move. There were a lot of things on the desk, including notebooks one after another, as well as miscellaneous items such as water cups and tapes.

As she was squatting on the ground digging, she heard two knocks on the table and looked up.

The young man stood tall in front of her desk, looking down at her against the light, his expression slightly impatient and a little speechless.

It's an upgraded version of the look he gave me last time when he looked at a fool.

"Don't take it out, put it back and I'll move it for you." He said lightly.

"What..." Shengxia was confused. They weren't familiar with each other?

Zhang Shu urged: "Hurry up."

"Oh..." Shengxia obeyed subconsciously and put the notebook back on the desk.

Just after putting it down, before she stood up, he picked up the table and stepped onto the podium in two or three steps and walked to the innermost part. Because he exerted so much strength, the muscles in his forearms were tense and his lines were very powerful. His slender and beautiful hands grasped the edge of the table, his fingertips were white and his knuckles were distinct...

Shengxia hastily looked away, bent down and pushed her bookcase. The bookcase had wheels, so it was effortless to push it to the edge of the stairs. Just as she was about to step onto the stairs, a layer of shadow covered her in front of her, and the scent of green grass scorched by the scorching sun invaded her nostrils. In a blink of an eye, the bookcase had been easily lifted up by the hands with distinct knuckles...

Zhang Shu carried her bookcase to her seat and found there was no place to put it.

Her seat used to be near the aisle, but now it's by the window on the left and he's on the right.

"Where should I put it?" Zhang Shu turned around and asked.

Shengxia stood at the side of the podium, looking around, and she also ignored this question.

Where to put it?

Zhang Shu was so confused when he saw the girl's confused look that he had to help her make a decision: "Put it in the middle."

He put the bookcase between their chairs.

Shengxia felt a little embarrassed: "Sorry for taking up your space..."

Zhang Shu laughed: "What else?"

Shengxia: “I’m sorry…” I’m sorry…

"It's understandable that a Disney princess has more things." Zhang Shu interrupted her.

midsummer:……

Hearing faint laughter beside her, Shengxia noticed that the classroom, which was once bustling with people changing seats, had become orderly at some point. Except for her row, almost all the students had already arranged themselves. Some had already taken out their English books to prepare for the listening test, so almost the entire class was looking at them at the podium at their leisure.

Inevitably, her ears turned red from all the attention.

Xin Xiaohe had already adjusted the seats and was about to call Yang Linyu to help Shengxia, but she saw no sign of Shengxia in the corridor. She turned around and saw this scene: the girl was standing at the side of the podium, looking shy and apologetic, and the boy was standing next to the seat with his hips folded. Because of the height difference of one step, the two were almost the same height. He looked at her with a helpless expression. Both of their profiles were impeccable.

The window behind is bright and clean, with lush camphor trees and bright morning sunshine.

Like a summer youth movie promotional poster.

Yang Linyu smiled and asked in front of her: "Hey, don't you think they look good together?"

Xin Xiaohe glared at him, but felt that was not enough, so she stood up and shouted, "Zhang Shu? He is not worthy of the title! Fairies are the only beauty."

Yang Linyu was in so much pain, "Don't hit me on the head, you will be responsible if I can't get into college!"

"What about a slap in the face?"

“…”

Hou Junqi was late and moved from the last table at the back door to the front of Shengxia. He watched his son Ah Shu live broadcasting his willingness to help others from behind, and smiled with interest, "Ah Shu, quite a gentleman, huh?"

Shengxia didn't want to be watched anymore, so she returned to her seat and started to organize her things.

The chair beside her was pulled back, and the young man sat down leisurely, saying, "This expensive building should not be used."

Hou Junqi didn't understand, "What?"

Zhang Shu ignored him.

Shengxia didn't understand either, and she didn't really want to understand.

Aren't they both always weird?