looking back inadvertently

Luo Mingyu didn't catch the actual evidence, maybe her sixth sense was at work, she separated Shen Zhe and Xu Wenshan, she didn't move too far, just tilted the front and back tables.

When middle school students fall in love, crossing classes and schools is not a distance. It is not a problem to separate a seat, and it may have a counterproductive effect.At least Liang He saw Shen Zhe and Xu Wenshan going in and out together at least three times in the next half month, or walking on the court.

Another time, in the afternoon.Liang He usually arrived at school late at noon, and had class at [-]:[-], so he arrived at [-]:[-].But that day he was in a hurry to make up for a missed homework, and it passed before [-]:[-].Xu Wenshan was sitting in his seat, talking softly with Shen Zhe, she didn't know what she said, which made Shen Zhe chuckle.

Shen Zhe's smile could be retracted freely, and when his eyes touched Liang He, his voice stopped abruptly, and he changed into a slightly different smile, which was lighter and more polite: "Come here?"

Xu Wenshan stood up slightly: "Sorry, I'm going back."

"It's okay." Liang He was not stupid, why did he do the thing of beating mandarin ducks, "You sit here first, and I will find a homework."

He took his practice to Xu Wenshan's desk to write, and didn't switch seats with her until the zero sounded.Shen Zhe passed a clearly written note: [Thank you].

He really loves passing notes.Before the class teacher walked to the podium, Liang He pressed the note paper under the textbook.

Luo Mingyu didn't know this.

Liang He and Shen Zhe got along fairly well, except that Shen Zhe was very strict about the completion of the Chinese homework, but if he found out that other subjects were not completed, there was no risk of being reported as a small report.

Liang He discussed this matter with him, and Shen Zhe said: "I am neither the monitor nor the school committee, so what do other subjects have to do with me?"

I don't know how to evaluate him--flexible, or rigid?

In the mid-term exam in early November, Liang He's math was really overturned - 109. This score was barely average in the class, and it was a big step back from his monthly exam and quiz.

Yan Yue talked to him specifically about his grades and helped him analyze the wrong questions. After the conversation, he patted him on the shoulder: "It's just a test, don't be discouraged." This made Liang He even more embarrassed.

He has a strange sense of shame. When he is scolded, his skin is thick enough, and he can easily go in his left ear and out his right ear;When he came out of Yan Yue's office, he felt blocked and unhappy.

"Sit inside." After the self-study class, Wen Hao saw that Shen Zhe was not in his seat, and pushed Liang He to make room for him.

"Go away!" Liang He didn't bother to move, and tapped his arm with the fountain pen in his hand.

Wen Hao stared at his gloomy face, and then looked at the math paper on the table, he understood a little bit,

"There's nothing to be disappointed about this grade," he pulled the paper, "If I got this score, I would be able to frame it—no, this is Shen Zhe's, what about yours?"

"In the drawer," Liang He said without moving his hand, "don't look at it."

"As for you?"

"Liang He," Dong Mingpeng, who was in the last row, walked around from his seat, grabbed Liang He's shoulders, stuffed a bottle of Coke into his table, and said inexplicably, "Thank you this time." Then he left them , walked to the front door again.

Liang He couldn't think of anything for Dong Mingpeng to thank him for a while.

"I don't know what's going on?" Wen Hao lowered his hands and said sourly, "You are generous enough, you put the answer sheet on the side of the table, and it's all seen by others."

Liang He used to put the completed answer sheet on the upper right corner of the table during the exam, but Dong Mingpeng, who was ranked in the exam this time, sat right behind him with excellent eyesight and could easily see his answers.Liang He's math loss was mainly on big questions, and he chose only one wrong question.Dong Mingpeng copied the selection part, and also scored 55 points, with a total score of 86 points - which is much better than his previous results.

After hearing Hao finished speaking, Liang He let out a soft oh.He doesn't cheat himself, but what others do is out of his concern. Anyway, the college entrance examination cannot be copied.

"You don't care?"

"What's the point of this?"

Wen Hao gritted his teeth and said, "I wish I could take the test next to you."

Liang He suddenly smiled: "Do you still care about the test score?"

"Why don't you care?" Wen Hao pushed him, "Are you burying me again? At least a high score is pleasing to the eye?"

Liang He didn't answer, he opened the bottle of Coke that Dong Mingpeng stuffed, raised his head and poured it into his mouth, his throat felt numb for a while.

"He just used this to bribe you?" Wen Hao said contemptuously, "It's really stingy."

"Who said that's all it is? Treat Liang He to dinner another day," Dong Mingpeng came back again, pressing his elbow on Wen Hao's shoulder, and added to him, "It's not for you."

"Fuck, who will keep it secret for you?"

Dong Mingpeng laughed straight: "Just kidding."

When the class bell rang, Wen Hao punched Dong Mingpeng in the back before returning to his seat.Shen Zhe and Xu Wenshan walked into the classroom together.

In the fourth period, the teacher held a meeting, and the class self-study was supervised by Cao Lei, the study committee member.As soon as the class bell rang, she sat down at the podium table.

Cao Lei has a soft temper and doesn't care about others. Generally, she doesn't break discipline too much, and she doesn't say anything to stop it. Therefore, since the beginning of class, the rustling noises below have never stopped.

Liang He was doing his evening homework when someone lightly punched his arm.Shen Zhe pushed over a test paper and a draft pad, and there was a sentence written on the draft pad: [Can you let me see your math paper?I can't do the last question. 】

After the teacher commented on the mid-term test paper, Liang He didn't write in his draft book, and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you talk about it in class?"

Cao Lei didn't interfere with the whispered communication among the class, but Shen Zhe seemed to be particularly keen on "passing words on paper", and wrote in his notebook: 【I don't understand. 】

In Liang He's opinion, this result was a bit embarrassing, and he didn't think there was anything to borrow from his paper. I didn't see him come to ask for advice last time when he was second in the exam. Why did he come to him when he failed the exam?After struggling for a while, Liang He still handed the paper to the other party.

A few minutes later, Shen Zhe returned the paper and pushed the draft notebook over, this time the words on it were: [Actually, you did well in the exam. 】

Liang He stared at this line, feeling even more uncomfortable, and Shen Zhe probably saw that he was depressed because of his grades.He almost wanted to write [It's rotten], but thinking that Shen Zhe's math score is only 91, it's not appropriate to say that in front of him.

Shen Zhe continued to write like a tacit understanding: [I have never scored 100 in math, if only I was like you. 】

Knowing that he was comforting himself, Liang He still wrote awkwardly: [Then why didn't I see you ask me to borrow the paper last time? 】

The corner of Shen Zhe's lips twitched slightly, if it wasn't during class time, he might have laughed out loud.Half a minute later, Liang He saw that at the bottom of the page of the notebook it was written: [The notes for the monthly exam were written down in class, and it is more convenient to be at the same table now. 】

In the whole sentence, Liang He's focus was on the word "same table". He still remembered how he and Shen Zhe became the same table a month ago, and subconsciously wanted to ask the other party, you don't want to be with me at all. At the same table?

If Shen Zhe chooses, he will definitely still be willing to be with his girlfriend.

But what does this have to do with me?Liang He didn't care who sat next to him, if the two of them weren't paying attention, they wouldn't have been transferred.

Liang He's pen tip drew several meaningless dots under Shen Zhe's words, and the last word was not written.