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During the morning reading class, He Zhaocai stepped into the back door, sniffling.

Luo Hao was sitting in the last row, he seemed a little surprised to see him like this, and asked, "Brother Zhao, do you really have a cold?"

He Zhao pulled out a chair and sat down in the last row of the group next door, with a strong nasal voice: "Otherwise?"

Luo Hao: "Hey, I thought you tricked Lao Zhou into asking for leave to play for three days."

This year, less than two-thirds of the summer vacation was released, and the Sixth Middle School called all the students who were promoted to the second year to come back to make up lessons, and it is said that the brothers and sisters who were promoted to the third year were only released for twelve days.

Simply outrageous.

After the school officially started on September [-]st, the students were not full of youthful vitality, but became more and more depressed.

He Zhao tapped his forehead with his index finger, and complained sadly and angrily: "Fatty, do you still have a conscience? I sent you homework and returned home overnight with a high fever, 38.9°C. It's fine if you don't give me condolences, but you even spread rumors about me?" Asking for leave to play? If it gets to Lao Zhou, I'm already dead."

Luo Hao: "No, Brother Zhao, I was almost cured when you came to see me, and the cold virus has an incubation period, how can it be so fast..."

Besides, his cold was not serious at all, he was just taking advantage of a little cold to get back a few days of summer vacation, who knew that his mother would find out the next day and drive him back to class, and soon after he came back, he heard that He Zhao had collapsed.

How could it be such a coincidence.

He took it for granted that He Zhao was pretending to be sick like him, and besides, He Zhao's mother was more than a hundred times gentler than his mother, and might help him cheat.

He Zhao narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm too delicate and weak, so you don't want to be responsible for me?"

Jiang Lin joined in, and agreed with disappointment: "That's right, my brother is already like this. Fortunately, fat man, you are still a brother who has known my brother for more than ten years. You are really heartless and irresponsible."

Luo Hao was stunned: "Didn't you say that your brother plays games at home every day and nothing happens?"

Jiang Lin's house is only half a block away from He Zhao's house, so he would visit He Zhao's house whenever he had something to do, and he still had dinner at his house last night.

Jiang Lin immediately denied: "When did I say that? I didn't say that."

Luo Hao sighed, resigned, and said, "Yes, the dog said it."

He Zhao glanced at the schedule. The next class was Chinese, so he took out the Chinese textbook and threw it on the table.

Liu Xiaoyun, who was sitting in front of Luo Hao, was applying pink lipstick in front of the small mirror, turned around and said mysteriously: "He Zhao, Lao Zhou asked you to take care of your new deskmate in your study and life."

He Zhao was reaching into his schoolbag to get some milk, but he didn't realize it all at once.

After hearing this, Luo Hao deliberately pinched his throat and said, "Brother Zhao, if you don't come back, your classmate's title will be snatched away by your tablemate. Some people are fascinated by it."

Liu Xiaoyun naturally knew that she was talking about her, and retorted dissatisfiedly: "It's not that exaggerated."

Luo Hao: "Exaggeration? Liu Xiaoyun, you can turn your head to look at others more than ten times in one class."

Liu Xiaoyun: "That's really handsome. Does the handsome guy break the law?"

He Zhao finally took out a box of milk from his schoolbag, put in a straw, and asked in confusion, "Same table?"

He has been alone since the first semester of high school in arts and sciences. Could it be that he took a three-day sick leave and came back to the organization to quietly assign him a deskmate?

He glanced at the next door, and the originally empty desk was actually filled with brand new textbooks.

Luo Hao: "Sledgehammer, you didn't tell Brother Zhao?"

"I said it, I definitely said it," Jiang Lin reminded, "Brother, I told you the day before yesterday that there is a transfer student, a male, transferred from an old American, a mixed race handsome man."

He Zhao was a bit impressed by saying that, but he was feverish and playing games at the time, so he didn't listen carefully to what Jiang Lin said, and what Jiang Lin said was always three points more exaggerated than others, he didn't know what he heard. Is it true or false.What a handsome guy transferred from abroad, this sounds like nonsense.

He turned to Luo Hao, who was a little more reliable, and asked, "Is it true that Lao Mei transferred here? Come to our high school?"

The Sixth Middle School is barely considered a key high school, but it is not considered outstanding among the key high schools in this city.

Luo Hao: "That's true. I recite short English essays in the office and listen to what Lao Zhou told other teachers."

He Zhao bit the straw: "His things in Lao Aesthetics should be different from ours, right? He only started again after the second year of high school, isn't it too much to think about?"

Luo Hao: "But I heard that he passed the entrance examination of our school, and his score is quite high."

He Zhao said casually, "Oh, Ganqing is still a top student? A top student is self-willed."

Xie Lili, Jiang Lin's deskmate, is a study committee member, turned her head and pushed her glasses and said solemnly: "I don't know if it's a top student, it doesn't seem easy to get in touch with."

Liu Xiaoyun couldn't help but said, "Hey cool guy, they're all like this. But don't worry about He Zhao, he's a different style from you, I like both of you."

He Zhao was immediately amused: "Where is my handsome Bi Xueba at the same table?"

Liu Xiaoyun shrugged and said, "I was called away by Lao Zhou."

When the music played in class, He Zhao just sucked the last sip of milk, squeezed the milk box and threw it into the trash can smoothly, stretched his waist, and said: "I'll sleep first, if the Chinese teacher asks, just say I'm sick gone."

Luo Hao made an OK gesture, so He Zhao lay down on the table with peace of mind.

It's strange to say that He Zhao is sick and has a fever at home and can't sleep well. It only takes three seconds to fall asleep with a Chinese textbook on his pillow at school.

Sleeping in a daze, it seemed that Jiang Lin's chair knocked against his desk, He Zhao woke up suddenly, and opened his eyes to see a familiar and handsome side face.

He blinked, and jumped up after seeing clearly: "Lying on the grass?"

Isn't this the handsome vampire two days ago?How did it appear in the classroom?

The whole class looked over.

The Chinese teacher was a serious and upright female teacher, and she knocked on the podium: "He Zhao? What's the matter? I won't say anything when I'm sleeping in class, can I still have nightmares in class?"

The students burst into laughter enthusiastically and cooperatively, especially Jiang Lin in the front was so exaggerated that he almost lay on the table laughing.

He Zhao scratched his hair a little depressed, and apologized almost immediately: "I'm sorry, teacher."

The tone is very sincere.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, wrapped in a strong nasal voice.

The Chinese teacher looked at him, and his tone softened: "If you are not feeling well, please take leave and rest for a few more days. Learning is important and your body is also important. Remember to go to my office to get the test papers issued two days ago. Sit down."

He Zhao nodded obediently with a "hmm" and sat down, but couldn't help crying in his heart, couldn't he, he was already like this and still thinking about asking him to make up the exam papers?It is worthy of being the indifferent teacher Tan in the world.

But after such a fuss, He Zhao's excited heartbeat returned to normal.

He glanced at his new deskmate, and after a while, he glanced again, unable to hold back anymore.

Gently tapped the desktop of my new deskmate with her knuckles: "Hey classmate..."

Without saying a few words, the get out of class music started.

He Zhao was thinking whether to continue or wait for the music to stop, when his new deskmate looked at him without any expression on his face, and said in a cold tone, "Would you like to ask me if I am a human or a ghost?"

He Zhao was stunned, and burst into his mind the second swearing today, kicking Jiang Lin's chair violently: "Sledgehammer!"

Jiang Lin was startled and turned around immediately.

He Zhao lowered his voice and asked, "How could he know about ghosts?"

He only told Jiang Lin about this.

Jiang Lin was stunned, and replied with a very normal loud voice: "Ghost? What the hell? Are you looking for the vampire that Fatty met that night?"

The new deskmate's eyes seemed to fall on him, and he seemed to give a light snort.He Zhao suddenly felt a shameful heat rushing towards his neck and above. His skin was white, and his cheeks at the tips of his ears were quickly stained with a light pink.

He Zhao gritted his teeth, wishing he could sew Jiang Lin's mouth shut.

So embarrassing.

In the atmosphere that day, he really had a lot of wild thoughts, and just happened to be called by Jiang Lin after he escaped, so he just said it out of his head.After calming down and thinking about it, I feel that this matter is simply ridiculous and ridiculous. Even the 80-year-old Mrs. Ma downstairs who is so strong that she can dance in the square wants to knock him on the head and ask him what kind of feudalism is in his head. superstitious.

He is a good boy in the motherland who has received science education since he was a child in the 21st century. Besides, he saw that handsome guy on the bus, and he obviously looked like he came all the way to find someone.

But at that time, I just didn't know why, and my brain seemed to be pumped.

Seeing He Zhao's reaction, Luo Hao looked him up and down: "Brother Zhao, are you really in a bad mood? I didn't believe it when Sledgehammer said it. I thought he was writing a horror novel."

Jiang Lin was unconvinced: "My brother also wrote what I wanted to write, and I'm just repeating it."

He Zhao suddenly had a bad feeling: "How many people have you retelled?"

Jiang Lin shrank his neck very timidly, and said tentatively, "Three... three or five?"

Xie Lili suddenly turned around and added calmly: "He explained it to three or five people, and basically everyone in the class has heard it."

He Zhao: "..."

Just as He Zhao was about to speak, he glanced at his deskmate, stood up, turned to Luo Hao's side, sat down on his deskmate's seat, and asked in a low voice, "When the sledgehammer said..."

After thinking about it, I still don't know the name of the person, "My deskmate also heard it?"

Luo Hao nodded: "I should have heard it. After all, Sledgehammer is sitting in front of you, and his voice is loud."

He Zhao was desperate.

He wanted to ask Lao Zhou if he could change his deskmate or shift.

If it was another person, he might just make a joke and let it go, but this person doesn't seem to be able to make a joke.

He Zhao sighed and sat back in his seat.

Luo Hao was still asking: "Brother Zhao, you couldn't be sick and have a fever because of being frightened by the evil spirit?"

He Zhao said angrily, "Get out, I was infected by that kid Zhang Jiangyang."

Zhang Jiangyang, the thorn in class C, his half-brother in law, because Zhang Jiangyang's father and his mother remarried.

Zhang Jiangyang is usually as strong as a cow, and rarely gets sick, but his cold is more serious than ordinary people, and he has never recovered.Unexpectedly, after he infected He Zhao, he was so alive that he could go to play basketball immediately.

Luo Hao rarely reacted quickly: "Then you still say you were infected by me?"

He Zhao didn't want to continue any more topics about that night, so he said indifferently, "Anyway, it's either Zhang Jiangyang or you. Zhang Jiangyang refuses to admit it, how about you two rock-paper-scissors?"

The next class is still a Chinese class, and Teacher Tan is explaining composition.

He Zhao took out his mobile phone from the belly of the table and saw his grandma sent him a long message, to the effect that his half-sister's birthday will be celebrated in two days, and he hopes he can come.

He Zhao was thinking about how to tell her that he had already gone back to school and had to study by himself at night, so he had no time to go.

Of course, it's more that he doesn't want to go.

There was a slight sound of flipping a book next to him. He Zhao took a look and saw that it was his new deskmate flipping a book. He was so quiet that He Zhao almost forgot his existence.

But although it is very quiet, it is not very law-abiding.

He Zhao glanced at it and saw clearly that he was concentrating on writing math problems with his head down.

He Zhao also noticed that his fingers holding the pen and writing vigorously were very beautiful, with well-defined joints and long and thin fingers.

The new deskmate seemed to sense something, and suddenly raised his head to meet his eyes.

Not to mention the psychology, He Zhao just stood in a stalemate with him, as if whoever looked away first would lose.

After a while, the new deskmate looked away silently, as if planning to continue writing his math problems.

It was he who lost.

Satisfied, He Zhao turned the language document to the first page, revealing his signed name, nodded lightly and said, "He Zhao, my name."

Without looking up, the new tablemate turned over a new page of draft paper and wrote down his name "Yi Shi".

Surprisingly, Yi Shi's handwriting is pretty good-looking, unrestrained and powerful. It seems that he was forced to practice handwriting when he was a child.

He Zhao was a little curious, and almost blurted out: "Are you really a transfer from the United States?"

How come Chinese is so fluent and characters are written so well.

Yi Shi's attitude was obviously not enthusiastic, and he responded coldly: "Yes."

He Zhao asked again: "Half-race?"

According to his observation, the edges and corners of Yi Shi's face are more obvious than that of ordinary people, and a certain angle, especially the side, is very three-dimensional, but it does not look very similar to the appearance of a typical Westerner.

Yi Shi glanced at him, his eyes were as cold as ice: "Yes, what's the matter?"

He Zhao had already read the next sentence from his expression, "Don't bother me if you have nothing to do".

Depend on.

This man is really a smelly and hard rotten stone.

He Zhao opened the composition text with a "swish", imitating his tone, and said coldly: "It's nothing."