I Have A Pair Of Yin-Yuan Eyes

The next morning, Xu Xing was standing in the corridor eating bread. Wang Zicong took a copy of "Necessary Synchronous Vocabulary in High School English" and spelled it beside him: "at, noun, description; account. Verb, account for; explain, explain."

Xu Xing bit a piece of bread, lazily continued reciting: "accumulate, verb, accumulate, accumulate, increase."

Wang Zicong turned to look at Xu Xing, his eyes sparkled and he said, "Oh, that's exactly right."

Xu Xing rolled his eyes and said, "You've been memorizing this for almost a week, but you're still at when you pick up the vocabulary book. I'm so sorry."

Wang Zicong scratched his head shyly, after thinking for a while, he turned the vocabulary book backwards, and said, "Then I will recite the vocabulary from the back to the front."

Xu Xing: "..."

Before Wang Zicong could turn to the last page of the vocabulary book, the preparatory bell rang first.

Xu Xing and Wang Zicong walked to the back door of the class one after the other, and happened to see Lu Che coming from the other side of the corridor.

When Xu Xing saw Lu Che approaching, his first reaction was to dodge sideways. He also held on to the door frame tightly just in case, but he realized that he was worrying too much - the invisible red line did not respond at all, and Lu Che even Without even looking at him.

Lu Che held a cup of hot cocoa with the lid off in his hand, with a straw between his thin lips, with cold eyes and an indifferent expression, he passed him by without looking sideways.

After Xu Xing was in a daze for a moment, he felt gratified again: the red line effect had obviously weakened a lot in the past two days, and even Lu Che began to ignore him.

As soon as this idea came up, Xu Xing suddenly felt a lot lighter in his heart, and walked back to class happily.

During the rest time between classes, Xu Xing sat on the seat and wrote the questions, while Tang Mian and Wang Zicong shared the food beside them.

They originally shared a pack of strawberry-filled white chocolates in peace, one for each, fair and happy, but the number of chocolates in the bag was odd, when Tang Mian poured the last piece of chocolate into the palm of his hand, Wang Zicong suggested: "Oh, leave one for Xingxing."

Tang Mian said: "It's too sweet, Xing Xing definitely doesn't like it."

Wang Zicong stared at the round chocolate in Tang Mian's hand, and insisted, "This is not as sweet as milky white chocolate."

Xu Xing pressed the ballpoint pen in his hand irritably, and there was a crisp "click click", he turned his head to interrupt the two of them, and said, "Tang Mian, please put the thing in your hand into the Wangzi bush." mouth, and then please shut up too."

Tang Mianyan obeyed: "Hey! Good good good good good good good good good good good!"

Tang Mian originally thought it was fun to tease Wang Zicong, and didn't really want to compete with Wang Zicong for a candy.

The strawberry sandwich chocolate was fed into Wang Zicong's mouth, he chewed happily, and closed his mouth wisely.

Tang Mian had nothing to say, "Wake up, I want to eat chocolate candies."

Xu Xing reached out and touched under the table for a while, then threw two on Wang Zicong's table without looking up, Tang Mian took the candy and did not forget to behave: "It's good to wake up, it's time to change seats next Monday, right? I hope you don't separate us from each other."

Xu Xing paused when he heard this.

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

He raised his head and glanced at the situation of the four groups in the class, and quickly made a decision in his mind: he could transfer the fourth group where Lu Che was in to the first group next to the corridor, and move the other one to three groups directly inside. Just one seat will do.

Just like the number of spot checks for physics homework is all decided by Lu Che, but the order of changing positions in the class is all decided by Xu Xing, the class leader.

Xu Xing had a good idea, so that his seat was on the side by the window, and Lu Che was transferred to the side of the corridor, which was the furthest distance.

Just at this time, Xu Xing heard someone from the second group shout: "Lu Che, what number do you want to check for homework today?"

Lu Che didn't answer.

Xu Xing couldn't help but glance back, and saw Lu Che and Fu Dai busy playing backgammon on the draft paper, one drawing circles and the other drawing crosses.

Ke Di sat on his desk, leaned on Fu Dai's shoulder to watch the battle, and said with a sip, "Brother Che is killing everyone, Er Dai is going to be finished."

Among the two tables in front and back, Zou Mang was the only one who was clean. He sat alone in the corner, listening to music with earphones plugged in, and writing exercises.

The group leader of the second group came over and asked, "Hey, Lu Che, do you have to hand in your physics homework?"

Just as Lu Che made a move, he raised his head and replied without thinking, "Draw 1 and 0."

Ke Di opened his eyes wide, and hurriedly said: "Brother Che, number 1 is me and you."

Lu Che No. 11, Ke Di No. 51.

But it's no wonder that Lu Che couldn't remember his student number. He transferred to another school last semester and used the last number 67. After entering the third year of high school, the former physics class representative in the class was transferred to the advanced class, and Lu Che replaced it. The person's original number 11 was lost.

When Lu Che heard this, he immediately changed his words: "Then 0 and 9, Ke Di, help me write on the blackboard."

Cody accepted the order happily: "Okay."

Xu Xing sat in the front and didn't listen very clearly. He could only vaguely hear the team leader of the second group asking Lu Che for his student number, until he saw Ke Di scribbled a few words on the blackboard: Physics homework spot check Mantissa 0 and 9.

It was rare for Xu Xing not to see the number 7, and he found it unbelievable for a moment.

When Ke Di ran up to write a notification, Lu Che had already won another game of backgammon, and the gel pen in his hand was twirling proudly around his fingers.

At this time, the noisy radio gymnastics music outside the window had just ended. Curdy looked out the window at the back playground, and when the crowd dispersed, he clapped his hands and said: "Hey, everyone is going to go to PE class."