Study mutual aid group activities refer to students with good academic performance and students with poor academic performance sitting at the same table to help improve the grades of students who are lagging behind.
This is a tradition of Koshai School. Almost every class has this activity every year.
Unfortunately, Zhao Zhao's deskmate is Shen Xinghe, a boy who has always disliked him.
His seat was moved to the middle area near the window, which made it inconvenient to move books when moving to another location.
"Shen Xinghe, what are you doing sitting there? Help your deskmate move some things."
On the podium, the head teacher was directing the idle boys in the back with an expressionless face.
"Me?" The boy lay on the table depressed, feeling somewhat reluctant when hearing this. He looked up and was about to make some sarcastic remarks about Zhao Zhao when he suddenly met the boy's calm black eyes.
The young man was cold and distant, looking at him quietly without saying a word and turning his head away. Shen Xinghe's heart gradually calmed down. He suddenly remembered that Xie Huaizhao seemed to be ill.
"Let me do it."
Zhao Zhao lightly swept across the slender hand, silently took a step back to refuse his help, and then slowly moved all the things by himself.
He is in poor health, but that doesn't mean he is useless.
What's more, Shen Xinghe is Shen Chilin's younger brother.
Zhao Zhao also didn't like him and didn't need his help.
Class started shortly afterwards. The students were not used to the changed seats, and not many people talked in or out of class.
Beside Zhao Zhao, Shen Xinghe's dissatisfied noises could be heard from time to time, and the atmosphere between the two was even more weird.
"Brother Xing, come out and play." After class, a boy outside the classroom called Shen Xinghe's name.
Shen Xinghe looked at Zhao Zhao, who was concentrating on doing his homework, with an expressionless face, and kicked his chair with his leg: "I want to go out." His tone was heavy and extremely depressed.
The distance between the front and back seats was quite narrow, and his seat was by the window. If Zhao Zhao didn't get up, he wouldn't be able to get out at all.
"squeak"
The chair was pushed, and Zhao Zhao stood up and took the cup to get water, leaving him with only a slender and cold back.
Shen Xinghe cursed inwardly and walked out with a cold face.
After that, Shen Xinghe would go out after every class. After going back and forth several times, Zhao Zhao became impatient.
"Get up, I want to go out."
Shen Xinghe stared at Zhao Zhao's delicate profile, smiled provocatively, and said, "My dear man, this is just a normal request."
This was a name he learned from the girls in his class, but it had a different meaning when he said it, sounding a bit sarcastic.
"Why are you glaring at me?" Shen Xinghe blinked innocently at Zhao Zhao's dark eyes.
Zhao Zhao said coldly, "You are annoying."
"So what?" Shen Xinghe gritted his teeth and rolled up his sleeves.
"Change positions."
“?” That’s it?
Seeing Zhao Zhao pick up the book and put it hard on his desk, Shen Xinghe didn't move, as if he was deliberately trying to make things difficult for her.
"I won't change, I just like this position." He raised his eyebrows slightly, and the teardrop mole under his eyes swayed slightly.
The two of them stared at each other in silence for a few seconds. Zhao Zhao reached out unexpectedly, grabbed his wrist and pulled it out: "Get out." The young man's face was gloomy, and his pale face looked a little sickly.
Shen Xinghe looked at him, then lowered his head and stared at the thin and pale hand on his wrist with an inexplicable expression.
The pulling force from his arm was very small, but Shen Xinghe followed the force and walked out.
Xie Huaizhao is sick. Why is a grown man acting like a spoiled child in front of him?
"Your eyes are disgusting." Zhao Zhao inadvertently met his eyes, her brows furrowed, "Hurry up, don't waste my time."
Shen Xinghe bit his back teeth. He didn't even say that it was disgusting that he was acting like a spoiled child towards him, but he was scolded first.
Who the hell is disgusting?
He was thinking about teaching this arrogant boy a lesson, but when he came to his senses, he found that he had already changed his position.
Shen Xinghe:.......
Facing Zhao Zhao, whose expression was still indifferent, his face flushed and he was about to curse a few words to save face, but he was pushed on the chest by a slender and thin hand. He seemed to have lost his soul. Not only did he not get angry, but he obediently stepped back.
"......Grass."
The classmates in the class walked out excitedly one by one, and Shen Xinghe remembered that this class was physical education class.
"Brother Xing, let's play basketball later?" Lu Yuan hugged Shen Xinghe's shoulders with the basketball in his arms, took a closer look, and said with a smile, "What's wrong? You look so sullen."
Shen Xinghe waved the hand off his shoulder, picked up his ball, and said coldly, "Don't bother me."
The frail figure appeared in the corridor again, and his gaze followed it involuntarily. When he came to his senses, he suddenly felt a little angry.
I cursed inwardly, and couldn't help thinking that this weakling looked like he couldn't even hit the ball.
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