Chapter 3
Zhou Qiang didn't expect Lin Qinhe to reject him so bluntly. He was very embarrassed for a moment. Turning his head, he saw Tao Xi, who was rejected on the spot, lowering her eyes, looking devastated.
He couldn't bear to see a good kid being wronged, so he said to Lin Qinhe with a stern face, "What's wrong with that? The classroom is only this big!"
In fact, there was an empty seat in the classroom, which was reserved for a student who was on sick leave.
The good boy Tao Xi complained in his heart, damn it, if he was in Qingshui No. 1 Middle School, he would have walked away with a sullen face. It’s up to you to sit or not, if not, just get out of here.
But if the other party is Lin Qinhe, then it’s different.
He lowered his head slightly, but raised his eyes and looked at Lin Qinhe with his eyes wide open, pursed his lips, and his eyelashes trembled inadvertently.
This is what he is best at, the expression of the man begging for mercy and pleading with the teacher after getting into big trouble. He would occasionally use it when making up stories for those photographers, and he would get more pay for it.
Zhou Qiang on the side began to persuade her in a gentle voice: "Try it for a week first. We will change seats later anyway. If we can't get along, we can change it. Is that okay?" As he spoke, he winked at Lin Qinhe.
Lin Qinhe frowned, quickly shifted his gaze away from Zhou Qiang's very eye-catching face, glanced at Tao Xi next to him, and after a moment of silence, turned around and walked towards the last row.
Zhou Qiang breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that this was tacit consent, so he quickly pushed Tao Xi and whispered, "Go and get ready for class."
Tao Xi looked at Lin Qinhe's back, a barely perceptible smile forming on the corner of his mouth. Amid various gazes from his classmates, he walked to the empty seat next to Lin Qinhe in the last row.
Lin Qinhe had already taken out the wireless headphones and plugged them into his ears. He took out a book from the drawer and read what looked like math problems. He didn't pay any attention to anything else from beginning to end. A bottle of mineral water was casually placed in a corner of the desk, and the cold water vapor condensed into beads and rolled onto the table.
Tao Xi stuffed his schoolbag into the drawer and sat down.
As soon as Zhou Qiang walked out of the classroom, it became restless again. The previous English reading seemed like a play. Many people quietly looked towards the last row, either observing or discussing.
A boy in front of Tao Xi turned around like a top and smiled, showing two rows of white teeth: "Student Tao, my name is Bi Chengfei, and I am the sports committee member of class 1. You can call me Brother Dafei."
The girl sitting next to him laughed and scolded him for being shameless, but Bi Chengfei didn't feel embarrassed at all. He continued to look at this new classmate with a friendly smile, his eyes full of curiosity.
Tao Xi was stunned for a moment, then narrowed her eyes and said, "I know you."
Bi Chengfei was stunned. He found that this new classmate looked even better when he smiled. He scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "Am I so famous in Qingshui No. 1 Middle School? Then why doesn't anyone write to me?" He glanced at Lin Qinhe standing next to him and whispered, "Lin Xueshen has received many letters from girls in your school."
Because of the remote live classroom broadcast, several good-looking and high-achieving students from Wenhua No. 1 Middle School became famous in Qingshui No. 1 Middle School. Many girls from Qingshui secretly wrote letters to express their love to the boys they liked, and the main target was Lin Qinhe.
Tao Xi's expression looked unnatural for a moment.
Because he was one of the "girls" who wrote letters to Lin Qinhe, and he wrote many letters.
However, he was not confessing his feelings, but reporting everything about himself to his distant friend with whom he had a one-sided "spiritual connection", as if Lin Qinhe was a distant and intimate mailbox.
In order to cover up his handwriting that looked like a boy's, he bought pink letter paper and a silver-white gel pen. He drew stroke by stroke like a flower, and said in a little girl's tone that he admired him very much when he saw him reading English in English class, and that he had improved a lot in the monthly exam. He wanted to work hard to get into the same university as him, and wanted to know whether he would go to Tsinghua University or Peking University...
At the end, he signed his name with the word “peach” and drew a small peach blossom.
However, the girls from Qingshui No. 1 Middle School, including him, never received a reply, and gradually everyone stopped writing. Only Tao Xi still persisted. Until after the midterm exam in his second year of high school, he learned that if he ranked first in the county joint exam, he could go to Wenhua No. 1 Middle School to study for a year. So he focused on preparing for the exam and stopped writing letters.
Tao Xi glanced at Lin Qinhe out of the corner of his eye. He was still reading a book. Perhaps because he was wearing headphones, he didn't hear their conversation at all.
He breathed a sigh of relief and said to Bi Chengfei with a smile, "I know you do this because you often go to the blackboard to do questions."
The students who had been secretly listening to the noise coming from the last row suddenly burst out laughing.
Everyone knows that Bi Chengfei was often punished to do exercises on the podium because of talking in class. Sometimes in the middle of class, the teacher would yell the three words "Bi Chengfei". The entire Qingshui Rocket Class was familiar with this name.
Bi Chengfei also smiled foolishly along with E'e, without any embarrassment at all.
Perhaps it was because the atmosphere was so lively, or perhaps because they felt that the new classmate had a good personality, several "lively and enthusiastic" students couldn't help but come up to Tao Xi and ask him if he knew them.
I didn't expect Tao Xi could recognize most of them.
Class monitor Li Xiaoyuan, Chinese class representative Zhang Mengtong, English class representative Jin Jing, Arts and Culture Committee member Jiang Xinyun...
"I now feel the reality of Qingshui No. 1 Middle School taking classes with us. If I had known, I would have paid more attention to my image." Bi Chengfei sighed, took out a mobile phone from his pocket, quickly unlocked the screen, and changed the address affectionately:
"Xiaoxi, please add me on WeChat and QQ. As the leader of our class group and boys' group, I sincerely invite you to join us and become a distinguished group member."
Other students nearby also took out their mobile phones and pretended to join.
Tao Xi got goose bumps all over her body because of "Xiao Xi" and shook her head and said, "Sorry, I don't have a cell phone."
The people nearby were silent for a few seconds after hearing this. Bi Chengfei was also stunned. He had never thought that there would be people without mobile phones in this era, but he immediately remembered that Tao Xi came from the countryside, and he felt that he had said something wrong. He carefully glanced at Tao Xi's expression, but found that he was very calm, not embarrassed at all, and was skillfully turning the pen in his hand, as if to say, "I didn't have breakfast."
Bi Chengfei breathed a sigh of relief and quickly tried to smooth things over, "It's okay, I'll let you know if there's anything I can tell you!"
Tao Xi put away the pen, smiled and said thank you.
Bi Chengfei wanted to say something, but when he glanced at Lin Qinhe, who was frowning and obviously annoyed by the noise, he closed his mouth again.
But at this moment, Lin Qinhe's mobile phone on the table suddenly began to vibrate. He glanced at the screen of the phone, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, picked up the phone, stood up and walked out through the back door, as if he didn't want to stay here for a moment.
Bi Chengfei was as if he had been pardoned. He leaned over Tao Xi's desk, covered his mouth and whispered, "Xiao Xi, don't mind that Master Lin didn't let you sit next to him just now. It's because his best friend finally got into the top 50 at the end of last semester and was finally able to transfer to our class. He has been nagging about sitting next to Master Lin for a year."
Zhou Qiang told Tao Xi that Wenhua No. 1 Middle School reshuffles classes every two months and re-divides classes according to mid-term and final exam rankings. However, most of the students in Class 1 are relatively stable, and only a few students were replaced this time.
Li Xiaoyuan, the monitor who patrolled back and forth and was responsible for discipline but actually talked a lot, adjusted his black round-frame glasses and whispered, "Yes, Yakult has the best relationship with Lin. He worked hard for a long time to get into Class 2. He didn't come today because he was sick and asked for leave."
This Yakult sounds like a person's nickname, and he is quite familiar with a group of people.
Tsk, it turns out that it was because of me that I broke up the brothers who had finally reunited.
No wonder Lin Qinhe was so resistant.
Tao Xi hummed, showing a guilty look and said: "If I knew this was the case, I should have told Teacher Zhou not to sit here."
But he felt no guilt at all. He had gone to great lengths to get here from Qingshui No. 1 Middle School, and it took him more than 300 days and nights of hard work. How could he easily let go of the opportunity to sit with Lin Qinhe?
Bi Chengfei hurriedly consoled them, "It's okay, we're all in the same class. Lin Xueshen always sits alone, and he wouldn't be happy even if we were moved next to him."
This means that Lin Qinhe is not targeting Tao Xi.
Tao Xi nodded and said nothing more because Lin Qinhe came back from the back door with his cell phone.
As soon as the bell rang, the students who were running around in the classroom ran back to their seats like animals and took out their Chinese textbooks from their desks.
The first class was Chinese. Tao Xi glanced to the side and saw Lin Qinhe also took out a Chinese textbook, but did not open it. He just put it aside for the sake of appearance, and was also flipping through a math competition book.
So arrogant.
Tao Xi naturally had no capital to be arrogant, so he quickly took out his Chinese textbook. His learning progress had always been consistent with that of Class 1, but of course, his learning outcomes had not been the same.
The Chinese teacher is called He Wenjiao, a young female teacher in her early thirties. She has a petite figure and a friendly round face and looks only in her twenties. Students call her Sister Jiao in private.
He Wenjiao walked to the podium and said softly, "Have you missed your teacher after the summer vacation?"
The students below hurriedly said in a long voice: "I want to..."
"Yes, after three days of separation, everyone's ability to tell lies has become more and more perfect." The dimples at the corners of He Wenjiao's mouth deepened, and she cast her gaze towards the last row.
"First of all, I would like to welcome the new student to our class, Tao Xi, welcome." He Wenjiao said, looking at the only unfamiliar face in the classroom, with a genuine smile in her eyes.
Tao Xi was startled and quickly stood up from his seat, saying hello to He Wenjiao obediently.
He Wenjiao nodded and asked him to sit down. Suddenly, she dropped a thunderbolt: "You should all remember the essay that I gave you after the final exam of the first semester of high school. It was written by Qingshui No. 1 High School and received full marks. Many people cried when they read it. The title was "The Man Chasing the Moon", and it was written by Tao Xi."
After every major exam at Wenhua No. 1 Middle School, the Chinese language group would pick out some excellent essays, photocopy them and distribute them to students of the entire grade. The final exam at Qingshui No. 1 Middle School used the papers from Wenhua No. 1 Middle School. He Wenjiao also participated in the paper grading at Qingshui No. 1 Middle School. She was very touched by Tao Xi's essay, so she also photocopied and distributed it.
Tao Xi felt another fierce and intensive barrage of gazes, shock, sympathy, disbelief, and compassion... except for Lin Qinhe who was standing aside, no one reacted.
Bi Chengfei in front even turned around and patted him on the shoulder, his eyes full of sorrow.
Hold!
Tao Xi suddenly felt like a thorn in her back, and her embarrassed toes were about to dig out a piece of the basketball court!
Because that first-person narrative was completely fabricated by him. The protagonist "I" in it lost his mother at the age of five and his father at the age of ten, but he was still determined and worked hard to pursue his dreams despite being poor...
Tao Xi wanted to shout, "That's fucking fake!"
As if she heard his inner call, He Wenjiao continued, "But I went to find out from the teacher at Qingshui No. 1 Middle School and learned that this essay is fictitious."
Tao Xi breathed a sigh of relief, and his classmates also breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew their messy gazes.
If this is true, they really don’t know how to face this little cabbage with such a tragic fate in the future.
"Many people in your class can only write argumentative essays. Once they write narrative essays, they have no emotions at all and cannot move people at all. Their stories are also fragmented and even contradictory." He Wenjiao said slowly.
Some students below were probably thinking about the essays they had written, and they were scratching their heads or twirling their pens, feeling uncomfortable.
"Some people can write brilliant argumentative essays, with extensive references and tight logic, but when asked to write a lyrical narrative, they become a piece of wood without emotions, such as Lin Qinhe, who is reading a math competition book in the last row."
Many students secretly cast their eyes towards the "wooden man" in the last row, but no one dared to laugh.
Tao Xi also looked to his side and saw that Lin Qinhe's hand paused as he was about to turn the page. He frowned slightly and then stuffed the competition book into the drawer.
Tao Xi couldn't help laughing, and he guaranteed that the sound was quieter than a mosquito.
But Lin Qinhe obviously heard it, and turned his head slightly to look at him expressionlessly. Because he was taller, his long eyelashes drooped when he looked at him, half-hiding the cold light in his dark eyes, which were as cool as the bottle of ice water on the table.
If someone else had glanced at him so coldly, Tao Xi would have definitely glared back, and even cursed a few words if he was in a bad mood.
But Tao Xi just looked back innocently, with her eyes clearly showing "I'm not laughing at you".
Lin Qinhe withdrew his gaze and randomly opened a page in the Chinese textbook.
He Wenjiao obviously didn't intend to let it go easily, and continued with a smile: "Tao Xi's essay is excellent in terms of its sincere emotions and simple and delicate language. Lin Qinhe, Tao Xi happens to be sitting next to you, so you can learn from him how to write a good lyrical narrative essay in the future."
When these words were spoken, many students were so shocked that they couldn't help but cover their mouths.
This is Lin Qinhe, who has always been ranked first in the grade and is 10 to 20 points ahead of the second place. He got almost full marks in mathematics, English and comprehensive science, and his Chinese score was also absolutely high.
After all, most composition questions are not restricted to any genre, and you can still get good marks if you write a good argumentative essay.
Taoxi is just an "international student" from a poor county. Even though he is the number one in Qingshui County, they know clearly the gap between Taoxi and them.
Tao Xi didn't expect that He Wenjiao would give him such a high hat as soon as she arrived, and she did it by stepping on Lin Qinhe.
They were both young and frivolous at that age, so of course he felt a little proud. Writing, like painting, was his innate talent, and he never failed in his composition in every Chinese language exam.
But when he thought of Lin Qinhe's inhuman total score, the tail that was about to wag drooped again.
He Wenjiao was simply attracting hatred for him.
Tao Xi cursed inwardly.
Lin Qinhe on the side didn't say anything, probably not caring about what He Wenjiao said at all.
Tao Xi soon found that she could no longer laugh, because the ancient poetry selection that He Wenjiao started to talk about actually required a group of people to learn and memorize most of it on their own during the summer vacation.
And he didn't study at all during the summer vacation.
Tao Xi suddenly had a very strong ominous premonition. After finishing a class on pins and needles, Bi Chengfei really told him a great piece of good news:
"We finished learning math and science through online courses during the summer vacation. English was originally taught according to my interest, and Chinese is almost finished."
"???"
Tao Xi felt suffocated. He didn’t even have an internet connection, so where could he go to take online classes? !
Bi Chengfei paused, then cruelly dropped another piece of news: "We will have exams this weekend, and they will be about what we learned during the summer vacation."
“…”
Bi Chengfei looked at the pale Tao Xi with pity and comforted her: "It's okay, even if you didn't do well in the exam, the teacher and we will understand you!"
Tao Xi said numbly: "Is it too late for me to change my brain now?"
He glanced at Lin Qinhe, who was looking at his phone with his head down, and thought that he had a good brain.
Bi Chengfei thought that Tao Xi was looking at Lin Qinhe to ask Lin Qinhe to help him with his studies. He thought that Tao Xi looked weak but was actually a brave man, so he quickly offered himself: "I can help you! As long as you don't mind that I am the last in our class."
He didn't want Tao Xi to be rejected by Lin Qinhe again, that would be awkward x2.
Tao Xi was indeed a bold man, but he didn't dare to attack Lin Qinhe. He gritted his teeth and forced a smile, saying, "It's okay, I'll help you drift."
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