looking back inadvertently

When the alarm clock rang, Liang He was still dreaming about meeting Duke Zhou.He pressed it with his eyes closed, turned over, and was about to sleep for another 5 minutes, when he realized something, he sat up suddenly, stared at the dial for a few seconds, and immediately lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Last weekend, Luo Mingyu rearranged the duty team and transferred Liang He from Friday to Thursday. Today is Thursday, and he forgot all about it.

Liang He didn't love working too much, but simply didn't like being late, so he was a person with a sense of time.However, I forgot to reset the alarm clock yesterday, and I woke up at about the same time as usual, so I was a little nervous.

The hall was empty, he remembered, Qin Ying went to her aunt's house yesterday and came back at noon, and before leaving, she told him to remember to prepare breakfast the night before, but Liang He didn't bother to buy it.What's more, getting up so early every day, coming together in a daze, and having no appetite to eat at all, if Qin Ying didn't pay special attention to these things, he would wish to skip breakfast every day.

Turning to the second floor of the teaching building at seven o'clock, Liang He thought that he was late among the day students, but found that the classroom door was closed, the lights were dark, and it was quiet inside.

Why didn't you open the door?

Class keys are handed over to the daily team leader on duty in turn.The leader of their group - seems to be Shen Zhe.

A little conflict with Shen Zhe is not worth taking to heart, but after that incident, he doesn't really want to get in touch with this person.He hoped that the team leader would come to open the door earlier, and he didn't want to be alone with the other party. It might be better if there were other team members in the classroom.

Liang He pressed the doorknob without hope, and found that it was open, he pushed hard, and the door bounced open.The only student in the classroom looked up at him in surprise.

"Are you here?" Liang He pressed the switch beside the door, "Why don't you turn on the light."

"No hurry." After Shen Zhe finished speaking, he spread out the thin plastic bag on the table.

Shen Zhe doesn't like to wear school uniforms. After the Monday when school uniforms are required, he will immediately change into his own clothes. For example, today he is wearing a looser light blue shirt.He rolled up his sleeves a little, exposing the brown strap on his wrist.

I love to dress up.Liang He is not interested in observing his classmates, but he will form some inherent impressions when meeting each other every day.And he himself is not particular about his clothes. Although he also has a lot of clothes, he often changes the two sets of school uniforms in rotation, and he finds it troublesome to choose clothes.

When he passed by Shen Zhe, the rich oily smell rushed into his nostrils, Liang He put down his schoolbag, his eyes subconsciously glanced at the front, Shen Zhe was eating steamed stuffed buns.

Liang He didn't feel hungry at all at first, but he smacked his lips because of the scent in the air. What was even more embarrassing was that his abdominal cavity made a series of moderate sounds, which could just be heard by people not far away.

Shen Zhe looked back at him: "You didn't have breakfast?"

Liang He just wanted to say "no" but felt embarrassed, so he changed his words and said, "I ate a little."

Shen Zhe is a dormitory student. When buying steamed buns in the cafeteria, the master put two plastic bags on him. He wrapped the one he ate in the bag inside and took it out, and then handed the other to Liang He: "This is for you." You."

"No need." Liang He refused without even thinking about it. He was awkward in front of Shen Zhe at first, and his stomach growled unbearably, and then he would lose face even more when he took someone else's breakfast.

"It's okay," Shen Zhe said indifferently, "I bought an extra one, but I can't eat it." He stood up from the seat, stretched his long arms, put the bag of buns on Liang He's side, and added, "Hurry up, we have to clean up after eating."

Shen Zhe's expression remained unchanged, with a businesslike attitude, as if what he gave was not buns, but homework left by the teacher.

Before Liang He had time to react, the man had already sat down again.

This is what you insist on giving, and I don't hold any grudges... Liang He's inner voice chattered endlessly.The contact with Shen Zhe is very limited, and he still can't figure out this person's temper.

The steamed buns in the cafeteria are not small, and they are oily. If you eat too much, you will get greasy. One is just right. The meat filling is mixed with chopped shiitake mushrooms, which is more delicious than ordinary steamed buns.Liang He opened the bag, and like Shen Zhe, he finished the breakfast with warm water in a few mouthfuls.

Before the other team members arrived, the two cleaned the ground first, and one person was responsible for half of it.Before that, Liang He threw the plastic bag containing the buns into the trash can in the corridor.Luo Mingyu did not order to prohibit eating in the classroom, which does not mean that she would not get angry when she smelled food remains.

After throwing away the trash, he returned to the classroom, pushed the seats under the table with Shen Zhe, and cleaned them from front to back.When it came to Shen Zhe's table, he unintentionally glanced into the drawer.There are two stacks of books neatly placed, and the top one is "My Spiritual Homeland".

Luo Mingyu allowed them to bring some extracurricular books other than comic books, as a break between classes, and to expand their reading by the way, basically everyone has some "idle books" in their drawers.

Shen Zhe also cleaned this row, and Liang He looked away from the book cover and continued to work.

Half the morning passed, Liang He was sleepy, he was too lazy to go out during the big class break, and he didn't want to look through the extracurricular books he brought, so he lay on his stomach on the table.

The girl in front of Cao Lei bumped into the back row when she returned to her seat, the table shook slightly, and a book fell out of it.Liang He, who was drowsy, was awakened by the muffled "pop" sound for a moment, and bent over to help his deskmate pick up the book.

The book was returned to Cao Lei, her expression was very cramped, as if she was not willing to accept it.Liang He glanced at the front, she dropped "Norwegian Wood".

What happened to this book?It didn't break either.He glanced over strangely, and Cao Lei quickly put the book back on the desk.

Liang He read this book when he was in junior high school, and when he thought about the contents, he understood a little bit.It may be because the scale is relatively large, and Cao Lei is simple-minded and thin-skinned. He has little contact with this kind of book, and he must be embarrassed to be bumped into.

In fact, Liang He didn't think it was a big deal, he didn't think the description in it was explicit, if Wen Hao were to read it, he might think it was too clear.

Afraid that she would be awkward, Liang He didn't say much, and continued to nap on the table, pretending he didn't see anything.

In the Chinese class, because the recent learning content is Song Ci, Luo Mingyu asked the students to sign up and spontaneously give appreciation speeches on the podium.Shen Zhe was the first to come on stage, explaining Liu Yong's "Raining Bells".

"Please open your textbooks and turn to page 32..."

Shen Zhe spread out the book unhurriedly just like in the morning self-study.Of course, his eyes were almost not on the book, but on the classmates below, and occasionally turned around to write on the blackboard.

The morning sun was very strong, and the row of blackboards by the window was covered with white flowers. Liang He sat on the side next to the wall, and he couldn't read a few words clearly. He tilted his head and glanced there for the last time, and Shen Zhe had returned to normal. body, just covering Liang He's sight.

Liang He was not in a hurry to copy the writing on the blackboard, his eyes fell on the person in front of him, Shen Zhe at the desk was more serious than usual.

Most of the children of their age have no real "ideals in life", including Liang He, who don't even think about what they will do in the future.But he suddenly had an idea - it's a pity that Shen Zhe's type of teacher is not good, and he can scare many people at that stop.

"Chen Wen, can you close the curtains for me?" Shen Zhe said to the girl by the window in the front row.

There was a "swipe" sound by the window, which blocked Liang He's thoughts. He raised his lowered head slightly, and received Shen Zhe's warning eyes. It seemed that the fugue just now had been completely seen through, and he was even more sensitive than Luo Mingyu.

Shen Zhe talked for more than ten minutes, and then changed to another classmate.

Luo Mingyu always stood in front of the first row, focusing on the person who was speaking on the stage, without looking elsewhere.Of course, Wen Hao is the one who dares to make small moves in Chinese class.

Liang He and Wen Hao were in the same row, so it wasn't easy to spot the movement there, but the object of Wen Hao's small movements was Shen Zhe who had just returned to his seat.Liang He witnessed that hand sneakily pasting a note on Shen Zhe's back.

He didn't know what was written on the note, it must be a prank anyway.

The people on the stage were eloquent, and after the third student went down, Luo Mingyu stepped forward to make a summary, but no one noticed the note.

When she announced that get out of class was over, Liang He immediately left his seat and caught up with Shen Zhe who walked out of the classroom by himself. Without saying hello to him, he took off the note stuck on the back of his shirt.

Shen Zhe turned around aware of it, Liang He squeezed the note into a ball and held it in the palm of his hand.

"What is it?" He stretched out his right hand, palm facing up, and asked Liang He for what he just took off.

Liang He turned his back: "It's nothing."

"Am I that easy to lie?" Shen Zhe's expression was serious, a little annoyed.

Well, he was wronged for doing good deeds, Liang He didn't want to help Wen Hao take the blame, so he handed over the ball of paper quickly.

There are only three words on it [Don't bother me].

"You posted it on me?" Shen Zhe's expression became even more displeased.

The corner of Liang He's mouth twitched: "If I posted it, can I take it off for you?"

Shen Zhe was slightly stunned, and seemed to agree with his statement: "I'm sorry... then did you see who posted it?"

"No," Liang He blurted out, "I just saw something on your back and tore it off."

"Is it Wen Hao?" Shen Zhe asked with certainty.

After a moment of silence, Liang He asked, "Will you sue the teacher?"

"Such a naive thing," he smiled softly, "what's there to say."

Shen Zhe went to the bathroom, while Liang He stood by the window without moving.

Of course it's naive, it's rare for him to unite with Shen Zhe this time, it's only because Wen Hao's tricks are so speechless.

"Damn," Wen Hao rushed out and slapped him on the shoulder, "Why did you expose it?"

"What do you think?" Liang He rolled his eyes, "You still talk about other people's elementary school students all day long, and you are even more elementary school students."

Wen Hao was very unhappy: "Who told him to accept my composition in such a hurry last time, I almost got the word count in one sentence, and I didn't give it for half a minute... Oh, that's not right—" He stared at Liang He suspiciously. , "Don't you also dislike him?"

"What's not pleasing to the eye?"

"Didn't you say last time that he was looking for trouble? He turned his back so soon?"

Indeed, even if he ate a steamed stuffed bun from the other party, Liang He didn't think that the man left a good impression on him.What happened today was more because Wen Hao's pranks were too annoying, he didn't like to tease people, no matter if it was Shen Zhe or anyone else.

"Should I care about such a stupid thing?" Liang He said casually, "I forgot." It's not that I forgot, it's that there's no need to think about it.

"Then you can't dismantle me?"

"I'm ashamed," Liang He raised his eyebrows lightly, "If you want to write, write something of a level, make up a pair or something, maybe Shen Caizi can have a sentence with you."

"With this ability, I can't finish writing the composition?"

The corridors bustling with each other between classes became more heated with the piercing ringing of the bell, and the students wandering outside returned to class one after another.

"I haven't gone to the bathroom yet!" Wen Hao yelled, twisting his arm, "Aren't you going?"

"How old do you still want someone to accompany you to the toilet?"

"I'm afraid you'll suffocate to death!" After Wen Hao finished speaking, he ran in the direction against the flow of people.

Liang He turned a deaf ear, put his hands in his pockets, and walked into the classroom.

Shen Zhe, who had already returned to the classroom, looked up and saw Liang He at the door.The corner of his mouth curved slightly, but Liang He didn't notice.