My roommate is finally back to normal

When Tong Mo was resting on the table with his eyes closed, his cell phone buzzed and vibrated in the table bucket for a while.

When the vibration stopped, he reached out and took out his mobile phone from the table, opened one eye and looked at the screen of the mobile phone.

Then he clicked on the keyboard on the screen and left a message in the family group: - class is on, I will turn off the phone first.

Before another round of vibration sounded, he quickly adjusted the phone from silent vibration to silent and no vibration, and put it back into the table bucket.

He was about to close his eyes again when a hand appeared in front of him.

He raised his head and saw that the person reaching out to him was a strange classmate.

To be honest, it has only been a month since he transferred to the new class of Mingya Middle School, Grade [-] and [-]. For him who has severe face blindness, there is no one who is not unfamiliar with him.

Even the Chinese teacher and the English teacher, because the two teachers are similar in size and height, he can only tell who the other is when they speak Chinese or English.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Classmate Tong—" The strange classmate called him that at first, but then he probably felt awkward, so he changed his name and called him by his name directly, "Tong Mo."

Tong Mo hummed, raised his head and looked at the other party.

"Tong Mo, you have been in our class for a month, and you haven't been officially welcomed yet." The strange classmate reached out to him again, "You should already know me, right? I'm the class monitor, and my name is Dong Jiajia."

Tong Mo looked at his hand, reached out to shake it lightly with him, and then replied softly: "Hello."

"Tomorrow is Friday, no evening self-study at night, we plan to have a class dinner, and invite you to join us." Dong Jiajia said with a smile.

Tong Mo thought about how many messages would be sent by the elders in the family group if he went out to dinner at night, and he wanted to politely refuse.

Dong Jiajia rubbed his hands and said: "Sister Jing entrusted me with this important task. If I can't handle it well, the position of class monitor may not be guaranteed next semester. After I invite you, you still have to call Brother Xin. He I haven't been here for a month, and it is said that I will come back to class tomorrow, and I don't know if I will agree to participate in the dinner—"

Tong Mo raised his eyebrows, the monitor in front of him didn't seem to be worried at all that he would refuse, but started to worry about other people.

When Dong Jiajia finished talking to himself, Tong Mo had half-closed his eyes and was about to doze off.

"Tong Mo, why don't you add our class group first? We'll post the location in the group after school tomorrow. You can go by yourself, or you can take a taxi with us." Dong Jiajia took out his mobile phone.

Tong Mo lowered his head and took out his mobile phone from the table bucket, and said slowly: "Okay."

Dong Jiajia clicked on his QR code, held up the phone and placed it in front of Tong Mo.

Under his nose, Tong Mo clicked on WeChat one by one, clicked on the chat list, and then clicked on Scan.

But a transfer record that appeared in the air swiped down from the top of the screen, blocking his scanning frame.

Tong Mo casually clicked in.

Dong Jiajia unconsciously opened his eyes wide, staring at the amount on the transfer record, and said silently: "Ten million... one hundred thousand?!"

Tong Mo glanced at him suspiciously, then looked down at the transfer record.

It should be the living expenses transferred by his father, usually once a month.

I made two transfers this month, maybe it was a wrong transfer.

"He made a wrong turn." Tong Mo finished speaking calmly, closed his father's chat box, reopened the scan box, and added Dong Jiajia as a friend.

Dong Jiajia is obviously still immersed in the shock of "wrong transfer of 10 yuan" just now.

"Are you trying to pull me into the group?" Tong Mo looked at him and reminded him friendly.

"Oh, yes, I'll pull you into the group." Dong Jiajia still looked shocked, and slowly opened the chat list.

"—This group, no," Dong Jiajia clicked on a group, and then closed it silently, "This group is an indigenous group."

"Indigenous?" Tong Mo couldn't help asking back.

"That's right, it's a few people from Class [-], Senior [-] who have been promoted to Class [-], Senior [-]. It's very rare, so we built a group." Dong Jiajia said.

A female classmate passed behind Dong Jiajia with a broom, and interjected casually: "It's clear that the transfer students have all left the group, so there are only a few of us left, and you insisted on keeping us anyway."

Dong Jiajia smiled awkwardly, and continued to swipe on the phone screen: "The group I just mentioned is a private chat group, that is, there is no teacher in charge of our class. I will pull you in first."

Tong Mo nodded.

"There is also an official class group, where all the teachers are present. I will pull you in too. There are very few people chatting there, but if the teacher sends any notices, you must remember to reply." Dong Jiajia added.

Tong Mo nodded slowly, thinking that there are so many groups in such a class of more than 40 people...

Dong Jiajia managed to drag Tong Mo into several groups after much tossing, sweat dripped from his forehead.

"You have to put your phone away after class. Although our class is not as strict as other classes, the teacher will still confiscate your phone if you see it." Dong Jiajia reminded in a low voice.

Tong Mo smiled: "Okay."

"Tong Mo, you are quite tall." Dong Jiajia turned around to walk away, but suddenly turned around and said to him, "Your face is quite small, I didn't expect you to be much taller than me."

Tong Mo originally wanted to sit down, but he couldn't sit down because of his words, like a bamboo pole standing beside the table.

He was slowly distinguishing whether Dong Jiajia's words were exaggeration or derogation.

"You and brother Xin are probably about the same height. Brother Xin is the tallest in our class, and the sports meeting is also pointed at him." Dong Jiajia was still talking to him while turning his head after sitting in the front row. Sports meeting, I think you can apply for a high jump or something."

Tong Mo sat on the chair slowly, shaking his head at Dong Jiajia's words in his heart.

He can't participate in all sports events, it seems that the monitor will be disappointed.

Tong Mo finished writing a test paper on the table, and waited for the students in the front row to collect the papers to come over.

He slowly stretched out his long legs, and looked at the empty desk next to him with some boredom.

His deskmate who is said to have asked for sick leave hasn't come for a month, and he hasn't seen each other since he was in class seven.

Tong Mo waited for the test papers to be taken away by his classmates. Based on the formulas on the draft paper, he wrote a few paragraphs of notes, tore off the notes, folded them, and put them in the drawer at the same table.

I don't know if my deskmate is seriously ill, but it's not good if it affects my homework.

Although it is reasonable to say that he should write the notes in a notebook and hand them to the deskmate together, but that is too deliberate, and it seems that it is not easy to be easily accepted, so he pretended to help the deskmate take some notes inadvertently.

Tong Mo waited until the school bell rang, stood up and packed his schoolbag.

He was delayed for a while because he sorted out his notes. At this time, there were not many classmates left in the classroom except for cleaning.

He picked up his schoolbag and planned to leave, but he saw a strange male classmate kept turning his head and peeking at him, and when he walked away a few steps, he immediately moved towards his seat.

Tong Mo walked to the door of the classroom and looked back at his seat.

He suddenly realized that it turned out that the strange male classmate was not looking for him, but his deskmate.

The strange male student stuffed something into the desk bucket of his deskmate. After seeing Tong Mo's gaze, the male student took a step back and bowed to Tong Mo.

The man seemed concerned about being seen by him.

Tong Mo then pretended not to see anything, turned and left the classroom.

Tong Mo doesn't need to attend evening self-study at night.

This was when he transferred to this school, and his father personally led him to apply with the head teacher.

Although Zhao Jing, the class teacher, agreed, he also set a condition.

Tong Mo's grades in the monthly exam must be above the middle of the grade, otherwise he has to participate in evening self-study with other students.

His father agreed without hesitation.

This caused Tong Mo to turn on the light to study every night when he got home, until the elders in the family group urged him to go to bed one by one like a dragon.

After finishing his homework, Tong Mo sat in the study and answered the special instructions in the family group one by one, then clicked on the chat list and opened his father's chat box.

His father sent him a message in the afternoon: There is no wrong turn, because your birthday is this month, and Mom and Dad can't go home to accompany you, and give you the money to buy gifts.

Tong Mo thought for a while and replied: Thank you Dad, but I already have enough money to buy gifts.

He lay on the bed and recalled what he had learned today, and he also remembered that there was actually a problem with his thinking on solving the math test paper.

In fact, there is a more convenient and more accurate way to solve the problem.

But he also wrote that wrong idea in a notebook, and tore it out and put it in the desk bucket at the same table.

Thinking of this, Tong Mo almost didn't sleep well all night.

When he went to school early the next morning, he was thinking about getting that piece of paper back, writing new ideas on it, and stuffing it back.

The person who sent him to school was an old comrade-in-arms of his father, surnamed Lin.

When he got out of the car, he thanked Uncle Lin and walked to the classroom alone.

Before stepping into the classroom door, he took out his mobile phone and told his elders that he was safe.

Then he went to pick out the table bucket at the same table according to the original plan.

He put that piece of paper on the top of his stack of notes yesterday, so it should be easy to take out, and it shouldn't mess up the desk at the same table.

And in his impression, the table at the same table was empty.

However, when he walked to his desk, he found a person lying on the desk next to him.

a stranger.

The man was wearing a hoodie with the hood pulled up over the top of his head.

From Tong Mo's point of view, he only found that the other party was tall and had long arms.

Besides, he was also a stranger.

Could this person be his deskmate?

Tong Mo recalled what Dong Jiajia said yesterday: "Brother Xin is said to be coming back to class tomorrow."

His tablemate seems to be called Gao Boxin.

Tong Mo stood next to his desk and thought for a while, then stretched his arms inward, touched his deskmate with his fingers, and then stretched inward again.

It is impossible for him to just let go of the wrong question that troubled him all night.

What needs to be changed still needs to be changed.

Tong Mo originally wanted to take out the paper while his deskmate was sleeping, and then put it back without anyone noticing.

But just as he was able to pinch the edge of the paper with his fingers without anyone noticing, he saw his deskmate bounce like an electric shock.

Not exaggerating at all.

His deskmate, Gao Boxin, looks like he should be 1.8 meters three. When he bounced off the desk, he almost hit the chandelier on the ceiling.

Then it landed firmly on the ground next to the desk.

Tong Mo suddenly had an idea that his tablemate should have a good high jump ranking.

Tong Mo looked at Gao Boxin hesitantly.

Gao Boxin looked at him with dark eyes.

"What's the matter?" Gao Boxin asked in a deep voice.

Tong Mo was stopped by his question.

Although Gao Boxin's voice was lowered, it was pleasant to hear, but his tone was really not flattering.

He suddenly didn't know how to answer.

So he said, "It's all right."

Gao Boxin pulled the hat down, and ran his fingers over the hair a few times, pulling down the few bristles that stood up.

He didn't look very happy, sitting in front of that desk, crossing his arms and meditating on that desk for a long time.

Although Tong Mo is at the same table as him, the desks are next to each other, but they are two separate desks.

So Tong Mo was not influenced by his deskmate, and took out the book to review according to his habit.

Gao Boxin's schoolbag was placed on the chair behind him. Now he picked up the schoolbag and took it out for a while.

But instead of taking out a book like Tong Mo, he took out a bottle

Alcohol sanitizer.

Tong Mo caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye, and turned his head to look at it with some doubts.

Gao Boxin was spraying disinfectant on the desk, almost spraying it all over.

And his bottle of disinfectant avoided Tong Mo's table without any mistakes, leaving a water mark on the edge.

Like a [-] line.

"Don't cross your table again," Gao Boxin said in a low voice, "Don't touch me if you have nothing to do."

Because Gao Boxin didn't look at him, Tong Mo was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that the man was talking to him.

He replied, "Oh."

No matter what the reason was for the tablemate asking for sick leave, Tong Mo decided not to sympathize.

He couldn't even help thinking that the month Gao Boxin had asked for - probably a mental illness leave.