good high school life

Zhao Jinyan rested his chin on one hand, squinted at the projector in front of him, the pen in his right hand slid unconsciously on the paper, what the old art man on the podium was talking about, without missing a word, all the automatic coding turned into a mess and poured into his ears inside, and then come out the other side.

Just when he was about to lose consciousness, his thigh was twisted severely.

"Hiss—" he gasped, his eyebrows raised, "what?" Zhou Yuchen pouted in front of him, and he realized that a piece of paper had appeared on his desk at some point. There is a small question marked with a pencil next to it. This delicate handwriting does not look like Zhou Yuchen's. Gu Xiangyi, who was sitting in front of Zhao Jinyan, turned her head slightly and gestured with her eyes.

"Come on, everyone, these pictures are all famous. This "Picture of Secluded Huang Dai Sheng" was created by Zhao Mengfu..."

When Zhao Jinyan was in math class, he looked like he was about to fall asleep. Even in his dreams, he had nothing to do with the sequence derivative trigonometric function space vector. It is estimated that he has not been awake for as long as his current art class.He yawned, looked at the small print of the question, and thought about turning the book to study.

Outside the window, students from the class next door came back first after their physical education class. They were noisy, and the classroom was also chaotic. The art teacher couldn't control the students at all, and just gave lectures on his own.

Ok?

As soon as the light bulb in his mind lit up, he picked up the test paper and passed it to Wu Fan in the last row. With his back against the back of the chair, he approached the back table and whispered to Wu Fan for help.He heard Wu Fan pull out the draft paper and the sound of writing, and not long after, a piece of A4 paper came along with the test paper.

The above first answered Gu Xiangyi's question, then summarized today's math class, and finally named and criticized Zhao Jinyan for sleeping in class. I hope that Comrade Zhao will correct his attitude and not allow it to happen again.In the last few lines, Zhao Jinyan accepted it humbly and reflected on it. He felt that he was really sorry for the math teacher and the cultivation of the party and the country.

But this kind of, with Xueba in hand, I feel really refreshed when solving problems.When he was about to pass the test papers to Gu Xiangyi again, the bell rang for the end of get out of class at noon. Who cares what the art teacher on the podium is talking about?

The old man who taught art couldn't help sighing, scolding that rotten wood can't be carved, and sad that art is difficult to pass on.He was about to pack his textbooks, when he found that there were still three people sitting in the last row at the bottom, who hadn't left the classroom even though they were closest to the door.

"Hey, why haven't you left yet?"

"Teacher, you haven't said get out of class is over yet."

"...Oh, oh! After class, get out of class and go eat quickly."

Zhou Yuchen had already understood his brain hole, and he didn't know why Zhao Jinyan insisted on such a strange and old-fashioned theory that "the concept of get out of class ending is that the teacher said 'get out of class end', not the so-called bell".And why Wu Fan stayed with the two of them is what he is curious about now.

"Because I only eat alone anyway, and it's nice to be with you."

Wu Fan smiled helplessly, as if he was the type who was unpopular, isolated, kept away at school, and ignored at home.

Zhou Yuchen immediately wanted to refute that the innocent girls who wanted to have lunch with you were all in the next class, and you actually said "only eat by yourself", either to arouse the anger of the boys in the class, or to have other plans!

However, these words were just bullet screens in his mind, not a single word popped out.

"Hey——" Zhao Jinyan was heartbroken, and said earnestly, "Wu Fan, I think you should participate in more class activities, so that you can integrate into the new class as soon as possible."

"Yan'er, I think you haven't fully integrated yourself yet, why are you still worried about Wu Fan?"

"Who said that, look at our class, who doesn't know me."

"It's not that you knocked over the feather duster as soon as school started."

"That's just an opportunity, otherwise you see who remembers the name of that feather duster."

"Ahem!—" Zhou Yuchen choked his throat with a mouthful of soup, and he swallowed it.Who has a problem remembering the name of the feather duster, and the feather duster has no name at all!If there is, it is also called...

"Feather duster." Wu Fan said a very down-to-earth word in a very elegant tone. After finishing, he picked up a piece of lettuce that was not particularly fresh.

"Hehe," Zhao Jinyan showed a demon king's smile, Zhou Yuchen's hairs stood on end, and he heard him say, "That pole is not written with this name, it says"

"Grade 2 (Class [-])." Wu Fan finished eating, and pushed his glasses to block the unfathomable eyes behind him.He took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, his movements still elegant and impeccable.

In this round, Wu Baxian won, and Zhao Demon King lost miserably.

Compared to this, Zhou Yuchen, who was in a mess with the wind, shed tears silently: "Feather duster, I didn't call you by your name before, it's really disrespectful."

The author has something to say: [Thank you for reading! -w-]