looking back inadvertently

"What about your homework?"

Liang He didn't get enough sleep at night, and fell asleep on the table early in the morning, Shen Zhe's voice came down from the top of his head, not heavy but not to be ignored.

"It's so late?" He looked at his watch, and then at the Chinese exercises that were creased by his arm, and stared at Shen Zhe awkwardly, he hadn't finished his homework yet.

"I'll hand it in this afternoon," said the high school student, who occasionally forgot to bring homework, and the teacher would not say anything, "Say I didn't bring it."

Shen Zhe didn't respond, just sorted out the homework on hand and left his seat.

In the second Chinese class, Luo Mingyu dragged the class for a few minutes before announcing that "get out of class is over".In the next physical education class, although the school's playground is under construction and it is not convenient to carry out unified sports, the basketball court and other facilities can still be used, and students are generally arranged to move freely.After Luo Mingyu let go, the people in the class left the classroom one after another.

Only Liang He was stopped by her when he passed the podium.

"Liang He," she said with displeasure, "Did you not do your Chinese homework yesterday?"

Liang He thought that Luo Mingyu had seen through the lie, he hesitated whether to struggle again, and heard the other party say: "I already know, you didn't write much at all, did you?"

How did he know? Obviously, only Shen Zhe had seen his homework.

Liang He bit his lower lip slightly: "I'm sorry, something was delayed last night."

"It's the second year of high school now, you should know how important this year is." Luo Mingyu is not completely unkind, but her tone of voice is still serious, "Anyone will have special circumstances, so I won't say anything, you leave Make up homework in the classroom, and hand it over to me before going to physical education."

After Luo Mingyu finished speaking, she went out, and her classmates also left the classroom, Liang He was the only one left in the empty room.He walked back to his place with a dull head, stood in front of the table, and didn't move for a long time.

Feeling angry in my heart, I kicked the leg of the table with my right foot, and kicked the small square table sideways. The tablemate was also affected, and the piercing sound of "sugar nut" spread from my ears.Now he is not afraid of being heard by the head teacher at all, maybe it would be better to scold him again when he comes back, anyway, he is not happy, and he doesn't want others to be happy.

Obviously Luo Mingyu didn't hear it, because she didn't turn back.Liang He's frustration that he had nowhere to vent seemed to come back to him from under the table.

"Snitching... What a fucking sickness..." He muttered in his mouth, and then kicked on the chair again.

Why serving Banmin, wearing small shoes is almost the same.

He stared out of the window, and he could hear the people playing ball downstairs clearly.After five or six minutes, Liang He didn't care about the desk and chair that had been kicked crookedly. He just sat down and made up his homework reluctantly.By the time he handed in his homework, the get out of class was almost over, he was too lazy to go to physical education, and continued to sit in his original position in a daze.After a while, Wen Hao and the others came up.

"You didn't go to sports?"

"No."

"Why?" Wen Hao was surprised when he didn't see him in class, "Don't you like sports?"

Liang He said irritably: "If you don't log in, you don't log in. What's your question?"

"Have you been shot?" Wen Hao was puzzled, "I didn't mess with you."

It's true that he didn't mess with himself.

Liang He glanced at the door. Shen Zhe just came in. When he met his gaze, he quickly lowered his eyes and returned to his seat as if he didn't know anything.

Cao Lei, who was at the next table with Liang He, noticed that the table was tilted. She was about to say something, but seeing his unkind eyes, she had to adjust the table and chairs by herself.

After school in the afternoon, Liang He was willing to mention this matter to Wen Hao.

Wen Hao's family often has no one to cook, and usually eats outside the school.Liang He didn't eat at home today, the two left school together and wandered along the street.

After school time, there is no shortage of places to eat at the school gate.The two of them went to a small noodle shop they often went to, Liang He ordered fried noodles, and Wen Hao ordered beef sliced ​​noodles.It was cold in September, and the wind was blowing straight in from the door of the store, but after sitting there for a few minutes, and then waiting for the table, the heat rushed up against the face, and it became dry again.

"Make up your homework?" Wen Hao was a little surprised when he heard this, "How did she know that you didn't do your homework? Lao Luo is so good?"

"What can she know... She didn't hear what Shen Zhe said."

Wen Hao was stunned for a few seconds by the other party's rare resentful tone, and then laughed loudly: "You also have today."

Liang He said coolly: "How about I tell Yan Yue about your homework copying?"

Yan Yue is their math teacher.

"Don't, I'm on your side." Wen Hao swallowed the noodles in his mouth, and then forced a smile, "Why is he like this? A primary school student?"

"Forget it, just ignore him." Liang He thought that Shen Zhe's small report behavior was very naive, but he also felt that he was also very naive for fussing about such a trivial matter, "I think you should also be careful with your Chinese homework."

"I'm thick-skinned, I'm not afraid of being punished, but I'm afraid of making up my homework? It would be best to drive me home," Wen Hao said nonchalantly, and picked the ingredients in the bowl twice, "Hey boss, why are there so many meats today? "

Hearing the sound, the 50-year-old man at the door turned his head, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes gathered together with his smile, which looked like a knife carving: "Isn't it because of your hard work?"

They are regular customers in the store, especially Wen Hao, the boss looks familiar.

"Are you busy in the second year of high school?" He also gave the two of them a side dish.

"That's not true," Wen Hao said, "Having a mobilization meeting every day is like tomorrow's college entrance examination."

"That didn't mobilize you either."

As soon as Liang He finished speaking, a wave of people entered the shop. The boss didn't care about chatting, and shouted at the door: "Come, sit wherever you want."

"How is this place?"

"Very good, I've been here before."

Liang He and Wen Hao raised their heads at the same time and looked at the owner of the voice. The last two people who came in were Shen Zhe and his tablemate Xu Wenshan.

Xu Wenshan had a lively temper, and she took the initiative to greet Liang He and the two: "Hey, you are here too!"

"En." Liang He only nodded at her, completely ignoring Shen Zhe.

"Why don't we eat together." Xu Wenshan looked at Shen Zhe with a questioning look.There are not enough seats in the store, so if you don't share a table with them, you are also sharing a table with others.

"No need," Liang He pulled a tissue and wiped it on his mouth, "We just finished eating, you can eat." After speaking, he signaled Wen Hao to move his place.In fact, he still has a little left, he just doesn't want to stay any longer.

"Oh, goodbye." Xu Wenshan didn't think too much, and still happily pulled Shen Zhe to sit down.

In the next few days, Liang He didn't talk to Shen Zhe, let alone fetch water together.A few times he stood up and looked at the back row. Shen Zhe had already picked up the water bottle, so he sat back and didn't worry about fetching water anymore.

The seats in the class are normally adjusted every two weeks. After the first rotation, Liang He went from the position near the window to the column next to the wall opposite, and there was only one column and an aisle between Wen Hao and Shen Zhe.Liang He's deskmate, Cao Lei, is the study committee member of the class. She has excellent grades and has no shortcomings. She concentrates in class and spends her time studying or reading after class.

After class, Wen Hao prefers to find Liang He even more, chatting with him through Cao Lei.Although Cao Lei didn't say anything, she always frowned, showing an expression of discomfort after being disturbed.During class break on Tuesday, when Wen Hao came over again, Liang He pulled him to the corridor outside.

"Just to ask you something, why are you out?"

"You didn't see someone doing the quizzes," Liang He pouted towards the classroom, "You're chattering by the side."

"Who? Cao Lei?" Wen Hao realized later, "I'm not afraid of being stupid if I still do the questions after class."

"Do you think everyone else is like you?"

He clicked his tongue: "We really don't understand the realm of a top student."

The two were lying on the window next to the corridor, not far away was the playground under construction, and the dust was flying.Due to this unfinished project, this semester's big break exercise has also been cancelled.

"What do you want to ask me?"

"Just... when are you going home?" Wen Hao lowered his head, "I mean...uncle's house."

"Why do you ask this?" Liang He guessed at his expression, "Do you want to go to my house to play computer?" When Liang He returned home from the high school exam, Wen Hao followed him.

Wen Hao nodded like a pest: "Look at that Liang He——"

"Dreaming!" Liang He interrupted his illusion before he finished speaking.

"Why are you so stingy!"

Liang He whispered, "I don't want to go home."

"What's wrong?" Wen Hao observed his expression secretly, "Are you having trouble with your father again?"

"I'm thinking too much," Liang He denied, "It's better to be awkward." He didn't know how to get along with Liang Zheng more and more. They were relatives, and it seemed that they shouldn't be so strange, but they couldn't get acquainted, so they just kept going. froze.

"What's wrong with you?" After Wen Hao finished speaking, he realized something and patted his shoulder, "Forget it, don't talk about it."

The third section is math class.This class mainly explains the assignments that have been assigned before, and conducts a review and summary.

"Then there are two simplest solutions to this question. Let me tell you the first one..." The chalk was swipe quickly on the board, making a sound of "duk-duk". Teacher Yan explained while writing on the stage. After finishing half of the blackboard, he paused for half a minute, waiting for the students below to finish copying.

Yan Yue is an old man who is about to retire. He is not tall, black and thin, with slightly white temples. He looks capable and speaks faster than the class teacher. He often stops deliberately to check the acceptance of the students.

What Liang He wrote in the exercise was basically the same as the answer given by the teacher. He added some loopholes in the format, and then he held the fountain pen he had just used in his hand and turned it around at will.

"For the second solution, let's ask a classmate to talk about it." Yan Yue supported the desk with both hands and looked down the stage.

Liang He originally wanted to raise his hand, but as soon as he moved his hand, the pen that was still spinning flew out lightly, drew a flat curve in front of Cao Lei, and landed on the corner of Shen Zhe's table with a "pop". in the aisle.

In the quiet classroom, the voice was clear and loud, as if carrying an echo, some students began to snicker.

Yan Yue didn't attack verbally, he glanced at the few people who were making fun of him, and successfully silenced the whole class.Liang He didn't take a breath, he could only pick up the pen after class.

"Let's ask class representative—Student Liang He to talk about it," Yan Yue turned to him and said, "I guess you wanted to raise your hand just now."

"Well," Liang He stood up from his seat, "there is another way..."

"Yes," Yan Yue couldn't help nodding, and then concluded after he finished speaking, "It's just like what Liang He said."

Liang He breathed a sigh of relief.Yan Yue's surname is Yan, but he is not an overly strict teacher. If this happened in Chinese class, it would probably be endless.

The moment he sat down, Shen Zhe bent down to pick up the fountain pen that fell on the ground, turned around and handed it to Cao Lei, who then passed it to Liang He.Liang He packed up his stationery and glanced diagonally forward.

Shen Zhe had already turned his head away, and continued to listen to the class, his right hand holding the pen kept moving.