Idol and school grass are at the same table

Shen Zhixing looked at the back of He Wenqian running out, stretched out his hand, but still didn't say anything.

Immediately, he asked the person next to him to borrow a tissue, bent down and picked up the notebook again.

He Wenqian's deskmate quickly chased after her, but the other students were stunned, and there was no sound in the class.

Seeing that the faces of the two bosses in the last row were not very good, the people who ate melons didn't dare to look any more, and turned their heads to pretend to be studying.

For the remaining half of the class, Class [-] and [-] were uncharacteristically quiet. The patrolling grade director went around and came in to praise him, especially Shen Zhixing.

Shen Zhixing didn't even raise his head, and waited for the grade director to leave the classroom with a big belly before taking out He Wenqian's book again.

Ji Ting, who stared at the exercise book for a long time and didn't write a single word, caught his movement out of the corner of his eye, coughed lightly, and raised his hand slightly.

Shen Zhixing glanced lightly at him, stood up, closed the notebook, and put it on He Wenqian's desk.

Then he pulled his school uniform jacket from the chair and left the classroom.

Until the end of get out of class, several people around Ji Ting did not come back.

There is an exam tomorrow, the desks of the students in the class have already been cleaned up, and the desks of the three people who went out are also empty, only a few homework that they are writing are spread out.

Ji Ting packed his things, but unconsciously looked at He Wenqian's table.

The book swelled a lot after being wet with water, and the crumpled cover could no longer see its original appearance.

Dirty, like a discarded waste product, it is completely unimaginable that it was once carefully selected and full of heart.

Ji Ting's gaze froze for two seconds, thinking of the running back of He Wenqian and Shen Zhixing's silence, his throat suddenly choked up, as if something was blocking him.

Most of the irritated emotions just now dissipated, but a strange emotion came to my heart again.

Thinking about it, I remembered the way Shen Zhixing looked at me before going out,

The monthly exam is an exam room arranged according to the final grades of the previous semester.

Ji Ting didn't have any grades, so he was naturally the last one. Coincidentally, he became the front and back table with Shen Zhixing, who was at the bottom of Wannian.

After the first subject, there is half an hour of self-study.

Everyone in the last examination room has long been experienced veterans with strong psychological qualities, and the monthly examination is not taken seriously at all.

The class was full of yelling and laughter, and there was no atmosphere of exams at all.

The teacher who watched the morning self-study came around a few times, maintained discipline several times, and finally returned to the office out of sight and out of mind.

"What are you doing in your class!" There was another quarrel in the classroom, a female teacher rushed in, stood on the podium and slapped the table twice, with a shrill voice, "Look at your exam room number, it's still noisy!"

"Your exam room is the most noisy in the whole grade. What are you so worried about? You degenerate yourself and don't let others review!"

After she finished speaking, she stepped off the podium, admired the empty tables, and left the classroom with a displeased expression.

The class was quiet for a while, and it didn't take long before someone whispered again.

"Damn it, Zhang Jing? Why is she taking care of us?"

"Next door to us is the first examination room for science. She brought several of them, so disturb her babies' studies."

"But I heard that it seems that we also have her as the invigilator in the examination room."

Ji Ting didn't pay attention at first, but when he heard the word "Zhang Jing", he suddenly stopped the pen in his hand, raised his head and glanced at the person in front of him.

Shen Zhixing knew many people in the examination room, and he had been noisy for a long time when he came in the morning, but he didn't say a word when he returned to his seat, and he didn't even look back when passing the papers.

It's been almost a month since school started, and Ji Ting has gradually adapted to school life, but he still doesn't interact with people very much, and Shen Zhixing is the only one who has a good relationship.

I usually find it annoying, but now I can't hear his nonsensical teasing, but Ji Ting doesn't feel clean.

Instead, I felt a little blocked.

He knew what Shen Zhixing was doing.

In fact, calm down, Ji Ting also knew that he was wrong about what happened yesterday, but he couldn't bear to ask Shen Zhixing what to say.

After the lunch break, the students went back to the examination room to prepare for the afternoon exam, and the classroom became lively again.

Ji Ting was so busy cramming his feet that he didn't put the book into his bag until the preparation bell rang.

Taking the bag to the cabinet outside, Ji Ting took another sip of water, but when he put it back, he didn't tighten it tightly and spilled a little on the schoolbag.

Not much water was sprinkled, and Ji Ting didn't bring any paper, so he wiped it with his hand and was about to put the bag in the cabinet.

A hand stretched out beside him, holding a tissue in his hand.

Ji Ting turned his head sideways, saw a familiar face, and was slightly taken aback.

"Go on...forget it, I'll come." Shen Zhixing raised his hand, then moved closer, directly pressed the paper on his bag and rubbed it a few times, then stuffed the bag into the cabinet with his hand, " All right, let's go."

Only then did Ji Ting come to his senses, his body froze, and he said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Shen Zhixing didn't speak, took out his school uniform jacket from the cabinet, put it on casually and entered the classroom.

There are a lot of things painted on his school uniform jacket. Although he didn't dare to use paint too much, it is very eye-catching at a glance.

Ji Ting's eyes stopped on Shen Zhixing's flashy school uniform jacket, and the corner of his mouth raised a small arc unconsciously.

The place where Shen Zhixing's hand touched was still warm, and he suddenly felt a sense of relief, as if the boulder on his chest finally fell to the ground.

After tidying up his things again, Ji Ting was about to enter the examination room, but he turned around and saw the girl who often came to give him things.

The girl called him in a low voice, still looking cautious, as if she was secretly looking at him, she was obviously holding something in her hand but she didn't dare to continue talking.

Ji Ting habitually prepared to enter the classroom without saying a word, but He Wenqian's notebook that was wet by himself suddenly appeared in his mind.

He stopped for a moment, remained silent for half a second, and stretched out his hand, "Thank you."

Then his eyes flickered, and he continued a little awkwardly, "Give it to me first, and really don't buy gifts in the future."

The girl was completely stunned, and for a while, she lowered her head and kept thanking him, then stuffed things into his hands.

Ji Ting frowned, and slightly lifted his eyelids to take a look.

I don't know if it's an illusion or the girl is really too flustered, he always feels that her hand touched him a little too long, it doesn't seem like an unintentional contact.

"Liu Ning, what are you doing here?" The girl was about to leave, but Zhang Jing, the head teacher of the third class, blocked them.

"Don't come here to join classes after reviewing." Zhang Jing held the paper in both hands, looked at Ji Ting, her face was obviously not good, but she turned her head and spoke to the girl in a much lighter tone, "It's time for the exam, Liu Ning, Go back to your examination room."

The girl was also taken aback by the teacher in charge, and stammered "Hi, teacher", then took a look at Ji Ting, turned and ran away.

Seeing the girl go away, Zhang Jing looked Ji Ting up and down again, her complexion was even worse than before, she turned and entered the classroom without saying a word.

Ji Ting didn't care, he put the things in the cabinet and walked in.

This test is about history.

Liberal arts does not have that high requirement for the basics. Although Ji Ting has not learned the previous content, he is endorsed by Wang Zha every day, and he still remembers the new knowledge points firmly.

Although not all will be, at least they are all written.

With 15 minutes left, Ji Ting finished writing the last question, flipped through the paper, and closed the pen cap.

Anyway, he doesn't expect anything, and he is already very content with answering to this level.

The other people around are obviously not as enlightened as Ji Ting.

As the exam drew to a close, everyone around him began to get restless.

Probably because of the sympathy for each other, the students in the last examination room were particularly united in this respect. Those who gesticulated and those who read the papers cooperated with each other very tacitly.

For the brave ones, the little notes were thrown away.

Ji Ting propped his arms against the wall, lazily looking at the students around him with bright eyes.

His memory of school still stays in the first year of junior high school.After becoming a trainee, it is said that the school and the company run at both ends, and more time is still in the practice room.

Not to mention high school, Ji Ting still remembers that on the day of reporting in his first year of high school, he had an event with his seniors from the same company. He just met the teacher, and went to catch up with the schedule before entering the classroom.

Of course, I still took the exam, but to Ji Ting, those were trivial matters, far less terrifying than the end-of-month exam for trainees.

Of course, he has never done these things to prepare for the exam, so it seems a little fresh.

Just as he was feeling emotional, a small ball of paper flew from nowhere, hit the leg of Shen Zhixing's chair, and landed under Ji Ting's desk.

Before Ji Ting could see clearly, the invigilator shouted out, "Be more honest!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Jing walked to the back row and grabbed the test paper of the boys next to Ji Ting.

In the next second, Zhang Jing turned around and bent down to pick up the note on the ground, and stopped in front of Ji Ting's desk, her eyes were about to burst into flames, "What are you doing!"

Ji Ting, who was inexplicably scolded before he finished realizing his life, finally came to his senses, frowned and glanced at her, "What did I do?"

Zhang Jing choked on him, unable to hold back, "Are you still sophistrying?"

"You got all the stolen goods, and you still talk back?" The woman became even more angry, and slapped the note on Ji Ting's desk, ignoring that other people were still taking the exam, her voice suddenly raised, "I saw you poking your head just now, it's not good-looking What are you staring at all over your paper?"

The woman reached out to grab Ji Ting's test paper, "Get out, zero points!"

The people in the examination room pricked up their ears instantly, and some even turned their heads to look at it despite the warning of another invigilator.

Ji Ting noticed the scrutinizing gazes around him, took a deep breath, resisted reaching out to grab his paper, and explained, "It's not for me."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and met Zhang Jing's eyes without hesitation. His eyes were calm but gave off an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Another invigilator walked over quickly, flipped through Ji Ting's paper, and smoothed things over in a low voice, "Forget it, Mr. Zhang, we'll talk after the exam."

Zhang Jing was taken aback by Ji Ting's gaze, glanced sideways at her colleague, took two steps back, and swept her eyes around Shen Zhixing who was in front of Ji Ting, and then fell back to the first one who was caught. On the boy, he pointed out, "Come with me after the exam, and other people should not think that they are all right."

Then he snorted coldly, took the paper and the note and left.

In the next few minutes, Ji Ting became even more absent-minded.

Zhang Jing's undisguised scrutiny made him so annoyed that he didn't read the paper at all, and lay down on the table and closed his eyes.

The bell rang at the end of the exam, and the invigilator stood in front and told the students to stop writing.

Ji Ting raised his head from the table, glanced at the others, and stood up to collect the papers.

As soon as he walked to Shen Zhixing's seat, the person who had been staring at him rushed over at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint.

Zhang Jing snatched Ji Ting's paper, grabbed the paper on Shen Zhixing's desk, then turned around and called the boys in the next group, "You guys come out for me."