My roommate is finally back to normal

Gao Boxin waited until the class bell rang before slowly picking up the schoolbag from behind and stuffing it into the desk bucket.

There were some things in his schoolbag, and something got stuck when he stuffed them into the table bucket.

He frowned, pulled out his schoolbag, and put his arm in the table to sweep it.

Tong Mo saw that his notes had been swept down a few pages, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to pick them up.

But he remembered Gao Boxin's words.

He measured it with his eyes, and it might be impossible to catch those papers without crossing his desk.

Gao Boxin bent down to pick up the few pieces of paper, but at the same time, his arm in the table bucket touched a box.

He had to stop bending over, picked up the box in the table bucket and put it on the table.

It was a box of chocolates.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see it.

There is also a heart on the chocolate box.

There was a trace of bewilderment in Tong Mo's eyes.

He thought of the strange male classmate who was near the same desk yesterday.

Gao Boxin turned to look at Tong Mo's fingers.

Because Tong Mo wanted to pick up those few pieces of paper, he put his fingers between their chairs, in a hanging posture.

Gao Boxin didn't quite believe it, but he still asked, "You let it go?"

Tong Mo looked at the few pieces of paper on the ground, and originally wanted to nod.

But he followed Gao Boxin's eyes and saw the box of chocolates.

"No." He answered seriously.

Gao Boxin nodded, and casually threw the chocolate into the trash can beside the table.

Tong Mo:?

He couldn't understand the behavior of his deskmate at all, and he didn't know the logical relationship between the question asked by the deskmate just now and the current action.

His eyes were fixed on the poor box of chocolates in the trash can, and he always felt that if the chocolate delivery person saw this scene, he should be sad too.

But he had already forgotten what the male classmate who gave chocolates looked like.

Gao Boxin bent down again and picked up the few pieces of paper.

At the same time, he searched for several other sheets of paper from the desk bucket.

Gao Boxin lowered his head and slowly looked at the notes on the paper one by one.

Tong Mo waited silently.

He waited for Gao Boxin to ask him again if he let him go.

Then, Gao Boxin might crumple up the notes and throw them in the trash.

If that was the case, he would probably be angry, Tong Mo thought.

But Gao Boxin didn't ask.

He carefully put those pages of notes in a flat place, then took out a paper clip from his school bag and pinned it, and finally pressed those pages of notes into his notebook.

Even those few sheets of paper and that notebook seem so out of place.

Tong Mo had been waiting for Gao Boxin to make a sound, but Gao Boxin didn't.

Gao Boxin just put away those few pages of notes as if he had found a treasure.

Tong Mo: ...?

Gao Boxin basically reads those pages of notes when get out of class is over, and concentrates on listening to lectures during class.

Sitting in front of him was a round-faced male student wearing glasses. He always wanted to talk to Gao Boxin after class, but was always ignored by him mercilessly.

The round-faced male student turned around in frustration, and Gao Boxin suddenly poked him on the shoulder with a pen.

"Ding Zhenyu." Gao Boxin whispered a name.

Ding Zhenyu turned his head overjoyed: "What's the matter? Brother Xin."

"Who has approached my seat these days?" Gao Boxin asked him.

"Your seat?" Ding Zhenyu glanced at his desk hesitantly, "I don't think there is one, don't you like to let others sit in your chair, I think the monitor always sided with Tong Mo when he talked to him. "

"Tong Mo?" Gao Boxin repeated in a low voice.

"Ah, it's your deskmate. Brother Xin, you don't know his name?" Ding Zhenyu enthusiastically pointed to Tong Mo beside him.

Tong Mo was lying on the table sleeping, when he vaguely heard Ding Zhenyu's voice, he raised his head as if feeling something.

"That is to say, no one else will touch my table except my deskmate."

Gao Boxin glanced at Tong Mo and said slowly.

Tong Mo:?

Although he was a little sleepy right now, he was sure that his deskmate said something illogical.

Gao Boxin asked Ding Zhenyu to turn his head away again, and then turned to look at Tong Mo.

Tong Mo looked at him for a while, not quite understanding the meaning of his eyes.

Gao Boxin seemed to be waiting for him to say something.

But he didn't feel like he had anything to say.

At this time, the class bell rang, and the class teacher Zhao Jing walked in with the lesson plan.

Zhao Jing taught mathematics, put the lesson plan on the podium, and she began to ask the question left in yesterday's class.

After asking a few classmates, she re-wrote the question on the blackboard without saying a word.

"I am now calling you to come up to do this question. Students who have done wrong, I will trouble you to stand at the door." Zhao Jing pushed his glasses and said, "I have already reminded you in the class group yesterday, but I really can't find it." You can still have a reason for getting it wrong."

A group of sixteen and seventeen-year-old boys and girls immediately lowered their heads, and Zhao Jing pointed at them again: "Want to turn over your mobile phone temporarily? It's too late, but if you dare to take out your mobile phone now, I will confiscate it."

So several students were called up by Zhao Jing, walked in front of the blackboard and stood silently for a while, then obediently walked out of the classroom door to stand for punishment.

Tong Mo looked at the question on the blackboard with a puzzled expression.

He didn't read what the teacher posted in the class group yesterday, mainly because he received too many group messages on weekdays, and he generally didn't like to read WeChat after returning home.

But this question is actually not difficult.

He thought of two ways of solving problems yesterday. For ordinary students, the first way of solving problems should be easy to think of.

Although the first way of thinking about solving the problem has taken many detours, the result is not wrong.

Zhao Jing looked around the classroom and found that only Tong Mo dared to look at her.

So she called Tong Mo by name: "Tong Mo, please come up and answer this question."

Tong Mo stood up, and when he walked towards the podium, he noticed that his deskmate obviously sat up straight from the chair.

When he picked up the chalk, he felt that the eyes of his deskmate were staring at his hand.

He wrote down the calculation process on the blackboard with doubts, and then wrote the result behind the equal sign.

Tong Mo was about to erase the calculation process with an eraser, but Zhao Jing stopped him.

"Keep it so that other students can read it," Zhao Jing said, "I found that you wrote two kinds of calculation processes, can you tell everyone why?"

"After I finished this problem yesterday, I thought of another way to solve the problem, so I wrote down these two ways of thinking, so as to compare it—" Tong Mo pointed to the words he wrote on the blackboard. Two formulas, "Which one is the optimal solution is very obvious."

Zhao Jing left Tong Mo's writing on the blackboard for a class.

Tong Mo found that his deskmate was also staring at the blackboard book for a class.

When Zhao Jing walked out of the classroom, the student on duty took an eraser and wanted to wipe the blackboard. Gao Baixin stood up and said, "Wait a minute."

The student on duty looked back at him with a blank eraser.

Gao Boxin picked up the notebook he had put in the desk bucket, and pulled out a piece of paper from the middle.

He lifted up the page of paper, separated by more than a dozen desks, the handwriting on the paper and the handwriting of the first calculation on the blackboard slowly overlapped.

Tong Mo suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Gao Boxin sat down and motioned to the student on duty: "Wipe it."

The student on duty wiped the blackboard quickly two or three times, and hid in the corner of the classroom with other students to watch Gao Boxin.

Gao Boxin looked at Tong Mo and raised his chin: "Do you have anything else to say?"

Tong Mo turned his head and saw that other students were looking at him with pity, and felt like a suspect being interrogated at this moment, which was very inexplicable.

"You wrote the notes, right?" Gao Boxin asked again in a low voice.

Tong Mo said slowly: "I don't seem to have said it, I didn't write it."

"You said so." Gao Boxin looked at him.

Tong Mo:?

What he said seemed to be just chocolates, and he didn't send them, did he?

But now, Gao Boxin seemed to identify the person who gave the chocolates and the person who wrote the notes as the same person.

Gao Boxin looked at Tong Mo for a while, and came to a conclusion: "I gave you chocolates and notes, you can't be—"

He said this very softly, and the last few words were completely inaudible.

Tong Mo looked at Gao Boxin blankly, but saw Gao Boxin showing a determined look, and then turned his head away from him.

Combined with the context of Gao Boxin's previous sentence, Tong Mo felt that the completion of that sentence should be

"You don't like me, do you?"

But Tong Mo felt that he should have thought too much.

Although his deskmate is mentally ill, it is absolutely impossible for him to be this crazy.

At this time, the class bell rang, and the other students returned to their seats with some regret.

The students seated closer to the two of them still listened with their ears open. Ever since Gao Boxin asked for leave, the atmosphere in the class was like a spring breeze. It was rare to see such a tense situation.

Gao Boxin didn't get an answer from Tong Mo, but he seemed to have calmed down.

He whispered two words slowly, even Ding Zhenyu who was sitting in front of him thought he heard it wrong.

Tong Mo heard Gao Boxin say, "Thank you."

This time Tong Mo was sure that he had heard correctly, and only then did he feel a little better.

The regret of leaving those notes has also eased a lot.

"However, I won't accept chocolate." Gao Baixin added in a low voice.

Tong Mo:?

He had to clarify again: "I didn't—"

At this time, the Chinese teacher with the lesson plan stepped into the classroom, and his voice was forced to stop abruptly.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Dong Jiajia appeared rubbing his hands.

He stood next to Tong Mo's desk, smiling at Gao Boxin: "Brother Xin, is he in a better mood now? Has the misunderstanding been resolved? I believe Tong Mo didn't do it on purpose."

Tong Mo looked at Dong Jiajia speechlessly.

Dong Jiajia patted him on the shoulder, and continued to talk to Gao Boxin: "Brother Xin, in order to celebrate your recovery and your smooth return to our class seven, our class decided to have a dinner after school today, so you can come with me ?”

Gao Boxin was lowering his head to write on the homework book, without raising his head, he said, "No need."

Dong Jiajia patted Tong Mo on the shoulder again, continued to smile and said, "Don't be like this, Brother Xin, our class has a rare team building, and this is also the first team building that Tong Mo transferred to. We have to leave it to the new students A good impression."

Tong Mo thought, if you say that, Gao Boxin is probably even more reluctant to go.

Gao Boxin raised his head at this moment.

He seems to be thinking about it.

Tong Mo didn't expect that Gao Boxin would really relax because of Dong Jiajia's statement.

But he didn't want to be used as an excuse to persuade Gao Boxin.

So before Gao Boxin could speak, Tong Mo raised his head and said softly to Dong Jiajia: "Squad leader, I may not be able to go to today's dinner—"

Gao Boxin didn't wait for him to finish, and said without thinking:

"If he doesn't go, I don't have to go."

Tong Mo:?