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Even if he was the first to walk in front of Han Lin, Lin Zongjie couldn't hide the "cowardly" smell all over his body, just like after being caught and beaten by his wife after drinking and gambling outside, he just followed back with his head drooping in desperation Looks like a smelly man who came home.

Seeing these two people, Song Cheng wanted to say something at first, but when he turned his head, he saw Han Lin tilting his head and glaring at him with great foresight, with the four big characters of 'go to class, shut up' written brightly on his face.

Song Cheng is very talkative. He is tall and has a loud voice. He is a typical black sheep who will cause harm wherever he goes. Although his grades are not bad, but he is in Class Nine... so he can't get a face. Things, plus disturbing the order of the classroom, desertion in class, and encouraging the same table to play backgammon with him, these black history of violating discipline abound, just like a negative example before Lin Zongjie came.

To say that Song Cheng didn't sit in front of Han Lin at the beginning, he should have sat in the last row according to his grades, but later, several parents of students complained that their children's academic performance has dropped after changing the same table. a straight-line downward trend.

So Song Cheng began to complain like throwing a bad ball with such irresponsible complaints, being kicked everywhere, Han Lin is very difficult to talk, but Han Lin's brain twitches occasionally, and he is the best talker One, so whenever the old class has a headache, he likes to call him.

"Student Han Lin, this classmate Song Cheng is a good boy, but the parents of other classmates don't agree to let him sit with their own children. Look at this..."

"Let him move in and sit with me."

Waiting means waiting for this sentence, the "rotten ball" in the class has a home, and the old class is relieved. When Song Cheng happily moved the table to find their beloved school committee, he originally shouted " I must let him give up the position of being the first in age." In this case, Song Cheng knelt down and begged for mercy before sitting with Han Lin for three days.

"Old Ban, I beg you, I promise that I will never talk in class again to affect the learning environment of other students. I really can't sit down with the school committee anymore. I beg you to give me another chance to be a man."

The old class is kind-hearted, and his ears are very soft. Hearing that Song Cheng is determined to change his mind and start a new life, he naturally nodded happily. The city gives the rule of obedience, but this child not only has good grades, but also is excellent in all aspects. The image of all the big and small things in the class can be easily solved is so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

So Song Cheng moved his seat to be in front of Han Lin's, and since then had a deep psychological impact on the student committee member, and never dared to make trouble under the other's nose.

Lin Zongjie also felt bored, and just as soon as he sat down, he wanted to kick Song Cheng's chair and ask him if he had anything to eat.

Who knew that before his long legs could be stretched out, Han Lin stretched out his legs to block them.

Han Lin said, "Sit down and read."

"I want to drink water."

"I'll pick you up."

Before he could even sit down, he reached out for the water cup stuffed by the side of Lin Zongjie's schoolbag. Han Lin walked straight to the water dispenser next to the podium, took half of the cold water and half of the hot water, and when he brought back the warm cup, Lin Zongjie grabbed Looking at the warm wall of the cup, I was stunned.

Han Lin looked at the surprised expression of the other party, and asked in a normal tone, "What's wrong?"

"I………………"

Stretching out his hand to touch the wall of the cup, Han Lin asked Lin Zongjie with a face full of "do you have any questions?" "Isn't the temperature just right?"

"I want to drink cold water." Lin Zongjie put the water glass back on the table in disgust. He lowered his voice as much as possible and said, "Which man have you ever seen drink hot water in this weather?"

"I'll just drink it hot."

"…………"

"Besides, you hurt your leg. Drinking some hot water is good for your health."

"Drinking hot water for leg injury?"

"Isn't hot water a cure for all diseases?"

"Then you might as well give me a bag. A bag can cure all diseases. What's the point of hot water?"

Bag?Just as Han Lin turned his head to think about this question, Lin Zongjie quickly pressed his finger that was going to take his broken schoolbag.

Let me go, is this kid playing for real or fake?

Is this really stupid or fake stupid?

The legendary Zhuer with an IQ of [-] and an EQ of zero?

Lin Zongjie asked after his brows twitched uncontrollably, "Don't tell me you're going to give me your rag bag."

"It's not a rag bag. I just bought it when school started." Han Lin replied seriously, "It's your medical bills. Bag, cure all diseases."

Lin Zongjie, "..."

If others say that you don’t want to draw so much, Lin Zongjie will keep raising his hand and slap it with a big ear scraper. The other party who is sure to slap will never dare to be smug, but the guy in front of him is Han Lin, whose hair is so soft that it makes people feel a little bit Han Lin wanted to touch her.

Han Lin's fingers rested on his schoolbag, and Lin Zongjie's fingers rested on the back of Han Lin's hand.

Although I had been thinking about it before, from time to time I would have the idea of ​​grabbing Han Lin's hand and touching Han Lin's head, but I think about it. Be a hooligan, be a pervert with the guts to do such a thing.

It’s hard to be able to complete this “little hand touching little hand” action without the other party’s suspicion and everything seems to go with the flow. Adhering to the idea that a thief is always guilty, I haven’t had time to feel the touch. Lin Zongjie withdrew his hand with a "teng" of conditioned reflex.

In fact, Han Lin didn't really want to give it to him. This is just his usual Korean humor. It was just a joke with his tablemate, and he didn't expect Lin Zongjie's reaction to be so big.

Han Lin just watched Lin Zongjie turn around and sit down in a panic. When he was holding the book, he knocked his finger on the corner of the table. He fell to the ground, lowered his head to pick up the book, raised his head and bumped his head again.

"Bang bang bang" + "Aw..." several times in succession.

Han Lin acted like an idiot the whole time. He thought it was funny when he saw Lin Zongjie, who was covered in bruises and pretended to be nonchalant, spread out his books and pretended to study.

After shaking his head helplessly, he withdrew his gaze and brushed up his question.

His insight was always as sharp as Han Lin's, but this time he didn't notice Lin Zongjie's transparent red ear at all.

"You don't want me to deliver it tonight, do you?"

Lin Zongjie unexpectedly stayed in the classroom quietly for a whole day. Although he didn't speak, he definitely didn't study. Han Lin is usually the most serious in his work. After finishing the three sets of math test papers, every time he looked up, he saw It was Lin Zongjie who held his chin with one hand, and stared at the page that had never been turned with his eyes wide open for the entire six classes.

Tsk...

What a waste of time, with this skill, I can recite fifty more words.

Hearing Han Lin's voice, Lin Zongjie squinted his eyes, "When you didn't come to class last night, why didn't you think about whether I should send it to you?"

"…………"

"Where were you last night?"

"…………"

"I'm asking you something, it's delaying my homework for a day, do you think sending a text message can solve it?"

What's more, it is really shameless to turn off the phone immediately after sending the text message.

Han Lin shrugged his shoulders, and he said nonchalantly, "I have some personal matters to settle, and it was too late to finish. I didn't want to come to school, so I took a taxi home, but I remembered that you haven't finished your homework yet, so I came back again." Come on, I thought you would wait for me, but I didn't know that you were not active in class, but you ran very fast after class."

"President, I'm going home first, see you tomorrow." After writing the last sentence of the [-]-character composition, Song Cheng hurriedly packed his schoolbag before he even had time to stretch himself, and respectfully respected him when he got up and ran out. He bowed to Lin Zongjie, and then saluted Han Lin, "Goodbye, school committee."

Lin Zongjie crossed his legs and leaned back in the chair, watching Song Cheng leave the classroom for a second, he didn't even need to look back to know that the classroom was empty and only he and the guy beside him were left.

Listening to Han Lin's explanation, he was naturally unsatisfied, Lin Zongjie said, "Do you blame me for leaving early?"

"Then you blame me for sending you a text message if you don't do your homework?"

"Then why did you turn it off?"

"I have to turn off my phone before I go to bed."

"Then you don't do your homework? Go home, come to school, copy the day's homework and then go home. How late is it waiting for you to go back? You didn't do your homework and then turned off the phone and went to sleep?" Lin Zongjie said excitedly He had to use both hands and feet to start gesticulating while speaking.

Han Lin looked at him and frowned, "I am indeed back, but when I wrote down my homework, I found that I had done all these things a long time ago, so I just rested after returning home. Is there a problem?"

"........." Lin Zongjie also knew that Han Lin's study progress was always ahead of the normal coursework. The appearance of his teeth and claws suddenly froze on the spot. Ask, "Then what personal business did you do yesterday?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

The six words that are not salty and not light, Lin Zongjie said that Lin Zongjie couldn't even get angry, but it really didn't matter. Han Lin likes to go wherever he likes, and what he likes to do. Do I need to report to him?

It's already a matter of face for a person to look back at his homework and then send him a text message, isn't it?

As the co-author, Lin Zongjie is so curious about his whereabouts like an old lady?

Grass, I really don't know what I'm doing here.

At first he wanted to say something, but he swallowed the words abruptly. Lin Zongjie glanced at Han Lin, got up, took his schoolbag, and walked out of the classroom.

Han Lin was also puzzled by Lin Zongjie's heroic figure. He opened his mouth and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

"…………"

What happened to this ancestor?