The male supporting role he pretends to be fierce [Transmigration Book]

The last class on Friday is a class meeting.

Zhang Yingjun took up a small half of the class time to talk about a big physics problem first, and then began to educate the whole class on the ideological education in the second half of the class.Because of the fight between Jiang Yi and Shao Yang in the morning, Zhang Yingjun spent a lot of time talking about the dangers of fighting, threatening that fighting would not only ruin the style of study but also have a bad influence on the students' thinking.

When talking about deduction of grades, Zhang Yingjun took a focused look at the back row of the classroom. He didn't see the conspicuous messy yellow hair at first glance, and asked loudly, "Where is Jiang Yi, is this kid skipping class again?"

Just as Zhang Yingjun finished speaking, a person slowly stood up from the back of the classroom crowd.

The man was not tall, with a crew cut, and the zipper of his school uniform jacket was ajar, revealing a little pink T-shirt collar inside.

"Teacher, I'm here." Jiang Yi said.

Zhang Yingjun was stunned for half a minute when he saw Jiang Yi's crew cut, before he said, "Okay, not bad, this way you can look like a student."

Zhang Yingjun originally wanted to use Jiang Yi as a negative teaching material to educate students, but when he saw that Jiang Yi had shaved his head, he did not criticize Jiang Yi for the first time. question?"

There was silence in the classroom for a while.

Half a minute later, Shao Yang raised his hand: "Teacher."

Zhang Yingjun nodded at him: "What's the matter?"

"We haven't changed seats for a long time." Whether it was intentional or not, Shao Yang's eyes drifted to the other side of the classroom, "I can't see the blackboard clearly when I sit on the far side."

A student like Shao Yang who sleeps in class, does homework according to his mood, and comes first in exams, why can't he see the blackboard.

But even though Shao Yang didn't do well in class, he sat firmly on the throne of No. 2 in the grade. Every time the total score exceeded No.[-], an insurmountable gap, especially the principal told Zhang Yingjun many times that he should focus on training Shao Yang. As long as the scores are stable, Tsinghua University and Peking University can be chosen randomly in next year's college entrance examination, so Zhang Yingjun's tolerance for Shao Yang is quite high.

Shao Yang's request to change seats was not an excessive request.

Zhang Yingjun said: "How about moving you to the front and middle so that you can see the blackboard clearly?"

There was a commotion among the students in the middle.

Wang Lipang pushed the frame of his glasses, and interjected: "Teacher, I think this is unfair to the students in the front row. If Shao Yang sleeps in class, the students who were originally in the front will be transferred to the back, and the students in the back will have objections when they see it!"

Wang Lipang said so, but in fact he was the one who had the biggest opinion. As the monitor of Class 1 (Second Year [-]), he always felt that he should eradicate all factors that endanger the honor of the class.In his eyes, Shao Yang's behavior of sleeping in class should not happen in Class [-]. He felt that Shao Yang's ability to be the first in the grade was accidental, and this situation would not last long, so he targeted Shao Yang everywhere.

But he never thought that no matter how accidental it is, it is impossible to be the first in the grade again and again. This is a qualitative difference.

Of course Zhang Yingjun knew what Wang Lipang was thinking, but he would not say it outright, but asked: "Since the students have made requests, and they are for the sake of learning, we must try our best to meet them. There are students in the class who are willing to talk to Shao Changed positions?"

Class One is the top class, everyone is interested in learning, so naturally no one is willing to be transferred to the back row.

Shao Yang: "Teacher, what Wang Lipang said is quite right, it is indeed unfair to other students."

Zhang Yingjun turned his gaze to Shao Yang, his eyes filled with doubts of "Then what do you want?"

Shao Yang said: "Teacher, can you move the seats horizontally every week, so that each row has a chance to be transferred to the middle, and it will be fairer."

Zhang Yingjun considered Shao Yang's proposal comprehensively, and felt that it was feasible, so he nodded and said: "Then let's do this, you will be transferred once every Friday class meeting." He glanced at his watch, "There are still 5 minutes before the end of get out of class, hurry up Get moving."

The whole class started to move, those who moved the table moved the table, those who moved the stool moved the stool, and there was a sound of "clear bells clanging" in the class.

When the proposal is implemented, some people will be happy and some will be worried.

At the beginning, teachers who arranged seats in the first class did not participate in many, and they were all enrolled in the classroom according to the order of first-come, first-served, and they have not been changed since then.

Therefore, the students who have been sitting in the two rows in the middle of the classroom since the beginning of the semester will be gradually transferred to the side. They are not happy, and those who have been sitting in the two rows on both sides against the wall have the opportunity to be transferred to the middle. Naturally, they are happy , grateful to Shao Yang.

Shao Yang moved the desk and stool through the entire classroom from behind, and came to the other side of the classroom.

The last desk on the other side of the classroom hadn't been moved yet, and the owner of the desk was staring at a paper pretendingly with his head propped up, even using his left hand by mistake for holding the pen.

At first glance, he is absent-minded.

Shao Yang temporarily placed the table and stool behind Jiang Yi: "We changed positions."

Jiang Yi glanced at Shao Yang: "You can't see clearly, you can sit in the middle."

"I've been sitting in the middle and it's not fair to the other students."

Jiang Yi thought to himself: Fuck him, it's not fair, he's already in the last row, even if he sits in the middle two rows,

It is not necessarily clear how many blackboards can be seen.

Over there, Xia Xiaolu is also moving tables and stools. Xia Xiaolu is a girl, she is not tall, she is small and thin, and it is very laborious to move the table. The desk full of books is pushed to about half of the classroom.

Jiang Yi and Shao Yang looked at Xia Xiaolu almost at the same time.

Jiang Yi instantly understood the meaning of Shao Yang's intention to sit down.

Shao Yang wanted to sit behind Xia Xiaolu.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yi willingly moved the table to the side.

After Jiang Yi set up the table, he turned his head and saw Shao Yang fiddle with the phone with his head down, and Xia Xiaolu, who was still trying to move the table, two or three meters ahead of what he saw just now.

The male protagonist didn't take the initiative to help the female protagonist, and the deceptive behavior was rewarded.

Xia Xiaolu was still struggling to move the table, Jiang Yi couldn't stand it anymore, so he went to help.

Xia Xiaolu shrank back instinctively, and stared at Jiang Yi in fear, his eyes looked pitiful, like a little white rabbit.

In the past, Jiang Yi often helped the sisters in nightclubs to work. The sisters in nightclubs were all soft and coquettish, so he always felt that helping women with work was what men should do.

So Jiang Yi didn't expect that Xia Xiaolu would feel a little bit of resistance when he passed by.

Xia Xiaolu looked at him warily: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Yi: "Help you move there."

Xia Xiaolu faltered: "No... no need." As she spoke, her hands on the edge of the table were slightly clenched, and she could see that she was very nervous.

In fact, she didn't want to change seats at all. Changing from one end of the classroom to this end meant that for the next few weeks, Jiang Yi would sit behind her. Jiang Yi cut her hair when he sat behind her for evening self-study last time. In the morning, Jiang Yi took her seat again without authorization, which in her opinion constituted harassment to her.Now after changing seats, they have to sit so close again, I don't know what Jiang Yi will do again.

Look, Jiang Yi is here to meddle in other people's business.

Xia Xiaolu added: "I can move it myself."

When she said this, the seats of the students in the class were all changed, but the back of the classroom was still in chaos.

Behind Xia Xiaolu there are two tables waiting to be moved, the two students were impatient and urged: "Xia Xiaolu, what are you doing, let Jiang Yi help you if you can't move it, hurry up. "

Only then did Xia Xiaolu hesitantly let go of her hand, she stepped back two steps, and gave way to the table, her face still full of reluctance.

Jiang Yi didn't notice this. He was just about to lift the table when the light above his head suddenly dimmed. He turned around and saw Shao Yang standing behind him at some point.

"I'll move it." Shao Yang said, one arm was stretched out to move the table, and Jiang Yi was surrounded by half of his arms.

Their fingers touched each other inadvertently.

Jiang Yi withdrew his hand, walked around from Shao Yang's side, and returned to his seat awkwardly.

He wiped vigorously on the school uniform trousers with the hand that had touched Shao Yang, and secretly reflected that he didn't need to deal with the messy affairs of the hero and heroine, and silently moved his desk to the left.

Marcopo turned around and lowered his voice, "Brother Jiang, Shao Yang and Xia Xiaolu have all moved here now, what are you going to do?"

Jiang Yi: "None of my business."

Maybe Jiang Yi didn't control the volume. As soon as he said this, Shao Yang glanced at him.

Jiang Yi was inexplicably guilty and tilted his head, leaving the back of his head for Shao Yang.

"Brother Jiang, you have changed." Marco Po continued.

Jiang Yi's heart froze, wondering if Marco Po had discovered something, and then he heard Marco Po say: "You have become free and easy, Brother Jiang, I will always support you."

The corner of Jiang Yi's mouth twitched, he shouldn't have thought Marco Po too smart.

Shao Yang helped Xia Xiaolu set up the table, and the students in the class were almost tidied up. When he went back to his seat, the table of his little classmate was clearly shifted to the left, occupying more than half of the middle of the second and third columns. There is a corridor, and the distance between him and himself is two meters wide, a distance that cannot be reached by reaching out, and it is difficult to stretch your legs.

Shao Yang raised his eyebrows and said, "Your table is on the wrong side."

Jiang Yi ignored him, and even moved the table a little to the left, so that the whole person sat facing the corridor.

"Hey," Shao Yang called him, "You're sitting in the corridor."

Jiang Yi rolled his eyes: "None of your business."

Shao Yang: "Student Jiang, do you only have these two sentences, 'None of your business' and 'None of my business'?"

"……none of your business."

Although Marcopo was timid, he kept paying attention to the two people behind him. When he heard the conversation between the two, he couldn't help laughing out loud, and immediately covered his mouth in the next second, and quietly gave Jiang Yi an encouraging look.

Jiang Yi mouthed "Fuck off".

Shao Yang saw the small movements of the two of them in his eyes, and curled his lips: "There are still a few seconds before get out of class ends, and the students sitting in front of you can't get out."

He had just finished speaking when the get out of class bell rang.

So the students in the second and third rows who went to the cafeteria were all blocked in the corridor between the second and third rows, in front of Jiang Yi's desk.

Seven or eight people stared at Jiang Yi covetously, as if they were looking at a sinner through the ages.

Shao Yang whistled, gloating: "I'll just say it."