don't force me

After the sports meeting, the students on duty from each class stayed to clean the stands. Lin Tingan leaned against the railing of the stand, and helped Yang Lemeng hold a large black garbage bag, while looking left and right: "When will the moral education department check the sanitation?"

"I don't know." Yang Lemeng threw an empty pulsating bottle into a garbage bag, "Our class is at the far end, and it took about ten, twenty, ten minutes to check all the way."

"Tsk." Lin Tingan wiped the sweat off his brow and turned to ask Han Mo, "Do we still have water?"

Han Mo opened the mineral water box and took a look: "It's gone."

"You guys moved too fast. I didn't even have a bottle of water left when I received the award."

Zheng Ziyan laughed haha: "We saw that you were having a good time chattering up there, and thought the principal wanted to invite you to drink tea."

"Drink fart." Lin Tingan swallowed, his throat seemed to be stuffed with a handful of sand, and he shouted impatiently, "Hurry up, I want to go out to buy a bottle of water, I'm thirsty." As soon as the words fell, he listened Someone behind me said, "Who is in charge of Class [-] and Class [-]?"

Lin Tingan turned his head and looked over. Director Feng of the Moral Education Department was standing not far away. Behind him were the cadres of the student union holding a record sheet, and Du Xuan was on the list.

Yang Lemeng stood up and said, "I am the health commissioner."

Lin Ting'an's gaze unconsciously turned to Du Xuan, or the bottle of pulsation in Du Xuan's hand.

Du Xuan didn't check the stands at all, he looked in another direction and didn't know what he was looking at, and the score sheet in the other hand tapped rhythmically on his leg.The sun has turned towards the western sky, the light is soft and has a touch of golden red, and Du Xuan's sharp profile face fell into Lin Tingan's eyes in this light.

Of course, there was also the pulsating bottle in his hand, with drops of water hanging on the wall of the bottle, obviously chilled.

Lin Tingan swallowed again.

Du Xuan turned his head. The moment he turned his head, Lin Tingan could clearly see his slightly frowning brow and extremely impatient expression, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.But as his head turned, that expression instantly disappeared into the sunlight, and when he looked at Lin Tingan, there was that gentle and polite smile on his face again.

"Fake!" Lin Tingan snorted coldly. From the very beginning, he felt that Du Xuan's smile was "fake".

Du Xuan saw Lin Ting'an, turned his head and smiled, and the smile reached his eyes.Lin Tingan squinted his eyes, feeling that the sun was a bit dazzling.

"Okay, your class can leave." Director Feng waved his hand benevolently, "Don't wander around on the road, just go home."

Lin Tingan threw the garbage bag directly to Zheng Ziyan, grabbed the railing and wanted to turn over from the stands, Director Feng said in a low voice, "Lin Tingan, what do you want?"

Lin Ting settled for a while: "Go this way...fast."

"It's pretty quick to fall down and get into the hospital." Director Feng pointed at him, "Did you listen to how many times I told you not to climb over the stands before the sports meeting? Did you run well today, and when you've had enough, you forget that you still have A punishment? Why didn't you take it as a warning at all?"

Lin Tingan's heart sank in an instant, and the hot blood all over his body immediately cooled down. It was just an uncontrollable anger rising. It seemed that all the publicity of the day today turned into a resounding slap in the face. On the face, it is still in the public eye.

In front of Du Xuan.

Lin Tingan bit his mandible tightly, and couldn't help but took a step forward.

Almost at the same time, Du Xuan quickly pulled out a form and stuffed it under Director Feng's nose: "The director signed it."

Director Feng lowered his head and took a pen to sign his name in a fluttering manner. He looked up at Lin Tingan, but before he could open his mouth, Du Xuan said, "This is the last class. Can the students at the car storage be withdrawn?"

"Well, it's fine." Director Feng turned his head and pointed to a girl in the high school department, "You go and inform over there."

When he turned his head again, Du Xuan said to Lin Ting'an nonchalantly: "Who will collect the tools in your class? I'm thinking about taking the garbage bags out for a while."

He stood in front of Lin Tingan, blocked Director Feng's view, and blinked at Lin Tingan.

Lin Tingan's face was still flushed, but his brows were relaxed.

With such an interruption, Director Feng also forgot what he was going to say just now. He glanced at the stands and waved to everyone to leave.Du Xuan showed Lin Tingan a sly smile, waved his hands and followed.Lin Tingan let out a breath, trying to suppress the anger that was churning in his heart.

Du Xuan walked out and stopped in two steps. He shook the bottle of pulsation. The light blue bottle glistened in the sun, and Lin Tingan swallowed again.

"Go on." Du Xuan raised his hand, and the bottle drew a beautiful arc and flew over.Lin Tingan copied it in his hand and glanced at the label "Lime Flavor" on the bottle. After he drank half of the bottle in one gulp, the cold liquid ran across his thirsty throat, refreshing his internal organs.

Lin Tingan wiped his mouth happily, and decided to put Du Xuan in the circle of "good guys" for the time being.

When Lin Tingan returned home with a bunch of medals, he was warmly welcomed by his parents, and Ma Jingyi happily stewed a big pot of sauced beef for him.Lin Tingan was too hungry to walk, he slowly moved back to his room, kicked off his shoes and was about to climb into bed, when he saw Du Xuan walking out of the unit door with a schoolbag on his back through the window.

Lin Tingan opened the window and called, "Du Xuan."

Du Xuan stood still and turned his head to look over. The street lights that had been turned on at the entrance of the building clearly showed his tired face.

"Why are you going?"

"Attend class."

"Ah?" Lin Tingan felt that there was wind outside the window, he might have heard something wrong.

"It's okay, let's go out for a while." Du Xuan raised his head, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle under the dim street lights.

"Oh." Lin Ting settled down, cheered himself up, and said, "That... thank you today."

"Huh?" Du Xuan smiled, "Thank you for what?"

"Thank you...for your pulse." Lin Tingan hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "And help me with Old Feng."

Du Xuan chuckled and waved his hands: "Let's go."

Lin Tingan looked at Du Xuan's walking figure and thought, this person is a bit fake, but he is really not bad.

It has only been half a month since the hero on the playground has been so majestic, and after gaining the blue eyes of all the girls in the class and the white eyes of Zhou Chen alone, Lin Tingan ushered in the first big exam in the new school—the midterm exam.Before getting the test paper, Lin Tingan didn't really regard this test as a difficulty.Exams, which student is not experienced?Besides, for Lin Tingan, it doesn't matter whether his grades are good or not. After all, the task his parents gave him is to be in the top ten in the class.

There are a total of 36 people in the fifth class of the second year of junior high school.

Lin Tingan felt that with his math scores, he would have no difficulty in keeping this position until he got the Chinese test paper.

Two days later, the results were announced, and Lin Tingan created a miracle: No. 30 in the math class, No. 20 in the Chinese class, and No. [-] in the class.The whole class circulated Lin Tingan's Chinese test paper in amazement, and they were amazed for a while.

Zheng Ziyan shook his head: "Lin Ting'an, it's a miracle that you can write your name correctly."

"Go." Lin Tingan buried his face in his arms and said in a muffled voice.

"Hey," Zheng Ziyan passed the paper to another classmate, and asked jokingly, "Lin Tingan, tell me, how did you misspell six out of fifteen characters in a sentence?"

"I'm not familiar with that idiom." Lin Tingan defended feebly.

"Interview with you, why didn't you repeat a grade in elementary school? We just don't know if you repeated a grade."

"Believe it or not, I'll strangle you to death?" Lin Tingan raised his head and stared at Zheng Ziyan viciously.

"Hey, can you write the word 'pinch' correctly?"

Lin Tingan buried his face in his arms again: "I will be scolded when I go back."

Zheng Ziyan was astonished: "Just because of your Chinese performance, you didn't get beaten? Your mother is really a good mother in China."

"I've never done a Chinese test like this before, and it's too difficult." Lin Ting'an said this with a nasal voice, full of grievances, Zheng Ziyan couldn't help but laugh when he heard it: "Hey, hey, this Are you going to cry? Who has a tissue, give Lin Tingan one quickly, hey, I'm going to cry."

Everyone laughed, and there were really two or three good people who threw over the whole pack of tissues.The paper towel hit Lin Tingan, Lin Tingan's eyes were red, he jumped up, and rushed towards those people in anger. Soon there was a mess in the back of the classroom, and the onlookers burst out laughing.Zhou Chen watched coldly, silently folded up his math paper and stuffed it into the table hole.Lin Tingan scored 98 in mathematics. He got 20 in the exam. Zhou Chen stared at Lin Tingan who was rolling with his classmates, coughed and said to the people around him, "No. [-] in mathematics is really good."

"Ah, he's not good at Chinese." A classmate next to him said casually, and then joined in the chaos with laughter.

Zhou Chen glanced at the report card pasted on the blackboard, and he was the one ranked first on it.He took a deep breath, and really wanted to stand up and say loudly: "Look, No.1 is me."

But it seems that everyone didn't notice this, and everyone was laughing at Lin Tingan.But this kind of ridicule is not malicious. On the contrary, everyone likes Lin Tingan. He is handsome, well-informed, super good at math, super good at sports, and can speak well. His accent has become his characteristic. Just open your mouth to be liked.Now, Lin Tingan, whose language is so unbelievably poor, seems to be more and more familiar. It seems that the paper has pulled Lin Tingan to the average line, and almost everyone puts him in the circle of "one of us".

Except Zhou Chen.

Zhou Chenwu proudly puffed out his chest, and stood beside the report card, but his angry eyes were fixed on the eye-catching 100.