Idol and school grass are at the same table

Chen Xuan's heart for gossip is extremely heavy. Although He Wenqian doesn't like Zhou Jiarang very much, she pricks up her ears when she hears gossip.

Ji Ting was silent.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Shen Zhixing, the only Shen Zhixing who knew the inside story, was about to be pissed off by Chen Xuan, his pig teammate, so he raised his leg and kicked Chen Xuan under the table, "Take care of yourself."

He had a lot of strength this time, Chen Xuan yelled, and looked at Shen Zhixing inexplicably, "What are you doing? I can't even eat melons?"

"I didn't do anything." Shen Zhixing gritted his teeth and forced a smile, then kicked him harder on the calf, "Of course you can eat melons, you continue."

"Damn!" Chen Xuan yelled in pain, "What's wrong with you?"

"I don't know if it's true or not." Ji Ting had seen Shen Zhixing's small movements, pulled off his clothes, and didn't show anything in front of Chen Xuan, "I don't know him well."

A few people in the back row were still arguing, and the geography class representative in front ran into the class with the registration form in his hand, "The Chinese paper has been judged."

Although I hate exams, everyone still cares about grades. The geography class representative's words successfully made those who were chatting, resting, and preparing to study stop their movements.

As the only top student among them, He Wenqian was obviously more interested in the grades than the other three, so she stopped listening to the gossip and went directly to the front to see the grades.

Chen Xuan was no longer interested in continuing to gossip. He glanced at the time, greeted the two of them, and went back to his class.

All the students in the class came over to check their grades, and Shen Zhixing finally calmed down.

Ji Ting stuffed his mobile phone into the drawer, took off his school uniform and put it on the table, lay down on the table and closed his eyes.

Shen Zhixing didn't return to his seat, and didn't play with his mobile phone, but stared at Ji Ting thoughtfully with his arms propped aside.

After looking at it, he stretched out his hand and covered Ji Ting's hair.

Shen Xiao was very domineering, and after a while his hands began to be dishonest, pulling Ji Ting's hair back and forth.

Ji Ting was a little annoyed and wanted to rest for a while, but he couldn't bear it anymore, so he sat up from his seat, turned around and stared at him, "Why don't you go back to your seat, or give me a rest , if you don’t want it anymore, I can chop it up for you.”

Shen Zhixing hid back for a while, and smiled, "Don't be so fierce, don't I want to accompany you?"

"unnecessary."

After Ji Ting finished speaking, he turned his back to Shen Zhixing and lay down on the table again.

Shen Zhixing was honest this time, he didn't continue to owe any more, just put his hand on Ji Ting's neck and patted it gently as if to comfort him, and kept his eyes fixed on Ji Ting.

The bell for the lunch break rang, and the students who were reading their grades in front gradually dispersed.

He Wenqian was about to go back to her seat, but when she walked to her seat and saw this scene, she was shocked.

There were many complicated emotions in Shen Zhixing's eyes, a little distressed and a little helpless, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and the movements of his hands were gentle.

The atmosphere is indescribably ambiguous.

Probably hearing He Wenqian's footsteps, Shen Zhixing raised his head.

He Wenqian's eyes turned around on Shen Zhixing's hand resting on Ji Ting's body, and she resolutely gave up competing with him for her seat.

Of course, she still had to show dissatisfaction, He Wenqian curled her lips, and reached out to find something on her desk, "Sit down, I'll go to your place."

Shen Zhixing tugged at her sleeve suddenly, "Don't, he's asleep."

After finishing speaking, he stood up very lightly from his seat, stretched out his hand to cover Ji Ting's coat on the back of the chair, turned his head and nodded at He Wenqian, "Take it easy, don't disturb him, I gone back."

The image of Shen Xiaoba being cool, tyrannical, cursing and fighting all day long is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Suddenly, it is really uncomfortable for people.

He Wenqian looked at his skillful and gentle movements with a face of shock, and only realized something belatedly after he left.

Shen Xiaoba's sticky eyes are clearly only seen by young and middle-aged couples who are passionately in love.

There is definitely something wrong with these two people.

"If you haven't handed in the copy, please hand it in quickly. Ask me to recite the wrong text before Wednesday after handing it in. If you make a lot of mistakes, and some of you are really incapable, you can only recite the wrong paragraphs."

"You guys are pretty clever. You are afraid that if you don't copy the whole text, you will be found out, and you don't copy every sentence. Don't you think I can't find it?" After the Chinese language was over on Monday, Li Yu stood on the podium and counted the homework handed in by the students. "'There is a fish in the north, and its name is Kun.' The next sentence is 'the sky is blue'? Are you also perfunctory to your head teacher?"

The next session is self-study, and everyone is going to practice chorus. There are not many people in the class who listen carefully to the Chinese teacher.

Xiaoba Shen, who only listened to these two sentences for the whole class, couldn't help laughing.

"Shen Zhixing, you are smiling very happily." The Chinese teacher picked out a few sheets from a pile of papers and picked them up, "You copied a lot, do you think I can't see that you didn't copy it by yourself? Your dog Can the character of climbing be written like this?"

Shen Zhixing was used to being skinny and shameless, and he wasn't embarrassed when he was exposed. He still smiled, "Teacher, how can you question me like that? Can't I just practice calligraphy?"

"Stop doing this, I know who you asked to copy for you." Li Yu put away the homework dumbfounded, "Hurry up and recite it for me before Wednesday, if you can't finish it, I will ask your class teacher."

"Also, if you don't give me the wrong passage, I know you can memorize it. Don't talk to your good friend who copied your homework for you. Let people watch you memorize it and you will be able to memorize it."

Carp took the things out of the classroom, and the class became even more noisy.

"This class is going to be accompanied by an accompaniment, can you do it?" Shen Zhixing rushed to Ji Ting's seat again like a gust of wind, "There will be a competition next week."

Ji Ting picked up the Chinese book and patted it in his arms, "You should worry about yourself, are you going to let the head teacher even watch you learn Chinese?"

"That's not necessary." Shen Zhixing took the book and flipped through it, "Isn't it because of you? What Li Yu said just now, let the good friend who copied it for me watch me recite it."

He deliberately emphasized the word "good friend", with a mean smile on his face.

Ji Ting didn't bother to talk to him, "I can't let you learn the Hedong lion's roar that only the teacher in charge has. You should tell your deskmate that your skin is itchy and let him pass it on to Wang Zha."

"Don't be like this." Shen Zhixing put the book on Ji Ting's desk, stretched out his hand and tugged at his sleeve, "Actually, your class teacher will help you, the class teacher can only make me submit physically, but if you, as long as you say, My soul is yours."

Someone's words were so disgusting that He Wenqian, who had been watching for a long time, couldn't stand it any longer, and rolled her eyes, "Forget it."

The eighth class practiced for more than a week, and they were barely able to do half of the "chorus" - they could only guarantee "singing", but they couldn't get together.

The class committees took great pains to lead everyone to practice for a long time, and finally understood a problem, "everyone opens their mouths" cannot solve the problem of their poor singing.

Everyone sang together again, the cultural and entertainment committee struggled for a long time, and said tactfully, "Well, everyone, please control it a little bit, and some students can lower their voices a little."

"Students who are out of tune, let's lower our voices, or lip-sync, I beg everyone." Qin Yang was already tortured to the point of madness, "Can we practice hard, the dancers in other classes, the solos in the middle, Those who play the guitar have almost practiced, and the piano in our class hasn't made a sound yet."

"Then just join the accompaniment, anyway, it's impossible to sing together."

"That's right, if you practice together, you can get more understanding."

"Maybe with the accompaniment, it doesn't look so chaotic."

Faced with this cruel reality, the students in the class united the front and asked the class committee to change their methods.

Although the chorus is still inconsistent, it is a fact that there will be a competition next week. If it continues like this, it is obvious that they will not be able to get on stage, and the class committees can't ask for so much.

Of course, incoherent singing is still incoherent, and with accompaniment, it just makes the chaos even more disturbing.

"Okay, let's take a break first, and add the movements together later."

After practicing for half a class, with some achievements, the cultural and entertainment committee finally let everyone go, and waved everyone to rest.

Several class committees gathered together to discuss the actions to be added for a while and the things to be held in their hands at that time.

"It's just plastic flowers, why don't you sing 'Let's Swing the Oars'?"

"Also, is a row of people holding hands, preparing for the kindergarten art performance?"

I don't know what interesting and bad ideas several class committees have come up with. Qin Yang opposed it very fiercely, and looked at the entertainment committee member with a broken face, "Can you think of something meaningful?"

"Sister, can you think about what you usually watch and like? I don't believe you only watch children's channels and news broadcasts."

"Then what can I do, combine my reading?" The cultural and entertainment committee member is also crazy, "How about, one person's eyes are covered with a black veil, and a red rose is pinned to his chest, and they go up to perform a performance of the nineteenth ban?"

"It's indeed something new. You can tell the class teacher that she will make you unable to see the sun tomorrow, do you believe it?"

The class committee was about to collapse during the discussion, but the students in the class were all excited.

A few people gathered around the back of the classroom, playing music and roaring loudly.

Ji Ting had heard enough of the noise from the class committee members, so he played the piano a few times in boredom.

A boy from behind waved to him, "Brother Ting, come on, let's go together."

Shen Zhixing also waved at him from behind.

Ji Ting looked at the few people who obviously couldn't discuss the results, stood up and went back.

He Wenqian and the two girls got together, staring at the phone and chatting quietly, while the rest of them stood by and joined in the fun.

"They said they wanted to dance." Shen Zhixing grabbed Ji Ting's shoulders, "I can't tell, your fans are quite powerful."

Shen Zhixing rested his head on Ji Ting's shoulder, and put his empty hand on his waist.

The side was a bit crowded, Shen Zhixing got very close, and Ji Ting's fluffy hair was a little itchy.

Ji Ting turned his head to hide, but suddenly felt something warm touch his ear.

Just pasted it, and quickly removed it, but Ji Ting froze.

Shen Zhixing also quickly stood up straight, pretending nothing happened, looked at Ji Ting and smiled.

Everyone around is busy joining in the fun, no one pays attention to the small movements of the two of them, but Ji Ting is inexplicably guilty.

He turned his head and glanced around, raised his arm and punched Shen Zhixing's stomach, "Are you sick?"

Shen Zhixing held his stomach and smiled and stepped back a little, "How do you talk, what is this called... I can't help it."

The two girls who were with He Wenqian had both learned dance. Although He Wenqian hadn't learned it, she had practiced with it herself. The three of them danced together, which looked quite similar.

At the end of a dance, the students next to him booed, and some people pushed each other to let the people next to them dance together for a part of the fun.

Shen Zhixing also became interested, and pushed Ji Ting next to him, "At the same table, let's have one."

Naturally, Ji Ting couldn't go up, so he raised his leg and kicked him.

The music stopped for a while, and I don't know who changed it to the song of the girl group.

It's a popular song, the kind that can be played in half of the shops when you go shopping. The melody is very brainwashing, and the dance is not difficult, but it is very memorable.

This dance is a bit sexy, and girls are too embarrassed to dance in front of boys.

On the contrary, the boys are more excited than the other, and they used to just dance around.

"Come on, it's your strength." Shen Zhixing was still on the verge of being beaten, "Come on, baby."

"Get out, try to be disgusting again?" Ji Ting turned around and punched him in the chest, "If you want to fuck, just say it, don't pull me."

Shen Zhixing was still too poor, he clutched his chest meanly, "I'm creating this for you..."

Ji Ting didn't give him another chance to beat him, he pulled his clothes, pushed him to the front, stepped back half a step, stretched out his hand and clapped his hands, "Leave it alone, you brother Xing wants to show him off." A real charm."

As a cold, mysterious and frightening boss, Ji Ting's voice successfully frightened the people around him.

For a while, no one dared to move.

Ji Ting had a lot of strength, Shen Zhixing was unprepared, he was pushed and staggered, and stood directly in the middle of the crowd.

The music happened to be in the chorus part, and after a pause, the boys next to them continued to dance wildly, and Shen Zhixing also writhed.

Although the school bully usually does this kind of thing, his coquettish movements and mean smile managed to attract the attention of everyone around him to him.

Shen Zhixing only jumped a few times before returning to Ji Ting's side.

The music changed again, this time it was a song from a boy group that reached the top a few years ago.

This Ji Ting is very familiar, he often practiced when he first started practicing and learning dance.

Probably because of familiarity, although Ji Ting has not skipped for a long time, he can still remember every movement.

A girl went up and jumped up, surrounded by cheers and applause.

Ji Ting remembered some past events again, and was a little fascinated.

His arm was suddenly pulled by someone, and in the next second, someone pushed him into the middle of the crowd in the same way.

The people next to him obviously didn't expect this scene and were a little taken aback.

But there was excitement to watch, and everyone was not afraid of this "big guy" anymore, and they started clapping in solidarity.

"Brother Ting, come one, Brother Ting, come one."

The booing sound from the side became louder and louder, and the eighth class students who couldn't sing in chorus joined in the fun, but they cooperated very well in the booing, shouting neatly and clapping their hands neatly.

Ji Ting's eyes swept across the faces with bright smiles and no malice, and some warmth slowly surged in his heart.

The girl who stopped moving looked expectant, and the instigator in the corner smiled as usual.

Ji Ting recalled the movements in his mind, and started to move in the familiar music.

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