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After that incident, many people said words of comfort or advice to him.

There was Ms. Lin's persuasion, his friends' consolation in the pitiful style, and ordinary classmates' assembly-line sighs.

Oh, and the brothers of the Duan family beat him while feeling sorry for him.

All good intentions were accepted by him one by one.

I didn't expect that Chen Xun's straightforward and clumsy affirmation would be particularly poignant.

Ye Qingzhi froze for a moment, then looked at him, and slowly raised a smile.

"Thank you."

Chen Xun also smiled silently, and put his arms around his shoulders.

"Let's go, go back to work."

-

The morning reading class on the second day was a regular class meeting every Monday. Lao Luo summed up the situation of the preliminary examination with a sullen face.

The class meeting of the fifth class can be called the clean stream in the class meeting.

In other classes, there are lectures at work, not to mention laughing and joking, at least few students are listening carefully, the students who are writing and copying their homework and the students who doze off in the future tense and the students who doze off during the process are in the same class, and there are a few wandering souls in the middle. Pushing is already the last tenderness for the teacher who goes to work and teaches.

But the fifth class is different.

Class five's class meeting had the effect of a math class.

Except for a few students, all sat upright with serious expressions.

It seems that it is not a meeting at work, but a United Nations General Assembly.

——Lao Luo is particularly intimidating when his face is expressionless, and the deterrent will be evened out when he frowns.

The students in the bottom row were frightened when they heard the summary of the test, especially when they heard that the average grade in mathematics was the third from the bottom. beat.

Lao Luo glanced at their small movements, pretended not to see them, and continued: "...I won't say much about the rest. The school has started, so put away your impetuous mind as soon as possible. Next class cadres will be selected, and students who are willing to stand up for election."

The topic was switched too quickly, and the students who thought they were about to experience a storm felt a little warm and moved.

Then only two classmates moved up.

Fang Rou is running for the representative of English class.

The students had no objections, and Lao Luo was also very satisfied. After all, Fang Rou is the backbone of English in Class Five.

Then Cheng Junfeng went up happily and gave a speech whose core content was probably "I have been elected to the sports committee for nine consecutive years and I am bound to win this year".

He spoke very enthusiastically.

Although none of the classmates wanted to compete with him for this position, everyone still applauded him out of face.

After the applause stopped, the class fell into an embarrassing silence.

One minute passed, Lao Luo tried to show a kind smile to encourage everyone under frustration, but failed.

3 minutes passed and still nothing happened.

A faint hint of confusion appeared on Lao Luo's usually expressionless face.

Evaluating working cadres is very beneficial for improving one's own ability, as well as for various awards in the future. The comprehensive assessment is very beneficial. What's going on with these brats.

So Buddha?

Didn't the class teacher next door say that the students are super positive about this kind of thing?

"No more?" Lao Luo waited for a while unwillingly, accepted the bleak situation that only two people took the initiative to run for election, and shook out a piece of paper, "If there are really no other students, then I will directly choose according to the overall situation." Class leader."

last row.

Chen Xun turned his pen quickly, and complained to Ye Qingzhi: "So he has already decided on the candidate, so what's the point of the election?"

"Show that this is a democratic decision rather than an elite decision? Encourage everyone to actively express themselves?" Ye Qingzhi stared at his hand, absent-mindedly guessing.

why.

Why is this person so cool and elegant.

Transfer out Huadu.

"What's wrong?" Chen Xun noticed that his tone was a bit erratic, his hands kept moving, and he turned his face to look at him.

Ye Qingzhi remained silent.

I can't say that I want to learn from how handsome you are.

It's very middle school to say it.

But it really gets itchy the more you look at it.

Ye Qingzhi looked at his movements and decided in his mind that he had already learned it, and imitated his appearance and quietly turned around a few times.

— squeak.

The pen fell on the table and made a moderate sound.

Faintly felt that several lines of sight were attracted.

Ye Qingzhi: "..." Day, how embarrassing.

Maybe everyone didn't see it.

Ye Qingzhi's hand made an afterimage quickly, and stuffed the pen that made him feel ashamed into the book at the corner of the table.

Cover up the crime tool, perfect.

Then sit upright and pretend nothing happened.

Chen Xun recalled the direction he was looking at just now, and combined with the current situation, he figured out what happened to his little deskmate.

He couldn't help but sneered.

Ye Qingzhi hesitated for a moment, but decided to play a fool to the end, and replied to Chen Xun with a bewildered expression of "Hey, I wonder what you are laughing at".

Chen Xun looked at him trying to deceive himself and others, the smile in his eyes became more obvious, he put his fist against the corner of his mouth, coughed a few times to suppress the laughter.

Fuck, how could his deskmate be so cute.

"Students in the back pay attention to classroom discipline." Lao Luo read the list halfway, and he was already very upset at the beautiful Chen Xun, who was crazy and alone. Seeing that their movements were getting louder, he couldn't bear to warn him.

Ye Qingzhi followed suit and ignored Chen Xun.

After 1 minute, a small note was stuffed into the palm of his hand by the person next to him.

His cool fingertips touched the palm of his hand.

Lao Luo's eyes still fell on the last row intentionally or unintentionally, Ye Qingzhi held the small note tightly and did not open it.

Lao Luo finally finished reading the list of class cadres and asked the students if they had any objections.

The students dare not have objections.

So the class cadres settled down happily.

Ban Changjiang Botao is a boy with good grades, a very cheerful personality, and maybe very short of water.

The academic committee is Jiang Hua, who is the second in class five, and the representatives of each subject are the students who are the first or second in a single subject.

Lao Luo put away the lesson plan: "Is there anything else to add?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Tang Weibin hesitated, raised his hand and said, "Teacher, does our class still lack an audio-visual education committee member?"

Lao Luo was stunned for a moment, obviously feeling that this position sounds very tasteless, but it is not easy to dampen the confidence of the younger students: "Oh, yes, it can be added. Can you operate multimedia?"

"Ah?" Tang Weibin didn't know why the topic turned to him, and nodded a little confused.

"Okay, it's just you. From now on, turn on the multimedia before each class." The old man decisively decided on the candidate and went back to the office.

The class meeting was over, and there was an instant quarrel in the class.

It was vaguely mixed with Tang Weibin's unbelievable and flattered screams.

Ye Qingzhi watched Lao Luo walk out of the classroom, and let go of his clenched hands.

A small piece of paper was spread out in the palm of his hand, with Chen Xun's flamboyant characters on it.

[This little classmate, don’t be shy, Brother Xun can teach you if you want to learn how to turn a pen]

Ye Qingzhi: "..."

Day, why bring this up again, it's really embarrassing.

Please let the past go with the wind, thank you.

Ye Qingzhi touched the note, turned it over, and saw that there was a line of even more scribbled small characters on the back, which had been crossed out, but he could still recognize it.

[Has anyone ever told you that you are so cute. 〕

Yes, yes, Brother Ye is the cutest in the world.

But in this way, being told by someone I've only known for a week.

Still the first time.

hiss……

Ye Qingzhi stared at the line of words, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

Just a little bit.

Chen Xun saw that the tip of his fair ears was stained with a blush, and suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

……

"Ha! Ha! Ha! I'm actually a class leader in my lifetime! Oh yeah!!" Tang Weibin jumped over happily, a group of happy people.

She didn't know what kind of ambiguous atmosphere she had shattered.

The heat on the tip of the ear was diluted by this happy breath, Ye Qingzhi smiled and clapped Tang Weibin's hands: "Congratulations."

"Hey hey hey." Tang Weibin smiled like Erha who just finished demolishing his house.

Chen Xun stared at his restored white ear tips, and looked away after a while.

-

Classes [-] and [-] consisted of consecutive Chinese lessons. Yanyan quickly lectured on the test papers according to the practice of No. [-] Middle School, and then started teaching the new class.

Chen Xun was lucky enough to escape the public execution of Nian Xin De, but he was still a little bit stuck.

Because most of the questions he didn't know circled, the average score in the class is quite high.

Just, didn't say anything.

Chen Xun also didn't want to waste the time of the whole class by asking questions that everyone knew.

During the break after the first class, a few students in the front row kept asking Yanyan composition questions.Chen Xun didn't bother, but as soon as he waited until the big break, those students went up again.

"How about I help you look at the questions?" Ye Qingzhi asked him after finishing his work.

Chen Xun smiled happily: "I'll just wait for your words."

Seeing his smile, Ye Qingzhi thought of the little note from this morning, coughed lightly and began to give him a lecture.

"You can see that his question is to investigate the method of argumentation, so you can go back to the text to find it. Look at this passage..."

Chen Xun nodded at the side and responded humbly, with a serious expression and a sincere attitude, and he didn't know if he really understood.

After Ye Qingzhi spoke for a few minutes, he heard someone outside calling him sadly.

"Ye-qing-zhi-"

Ye Qingzhi stopped explaining and looked outside.

What a fool.

Oh, and so is Duan.

Standing at the back door of Class [-] was a tall boy with handsome features, holding a notebook and calling Ye Qingzhi.

Ye Qingzhi put down the paper and said, "Brother Xun, I'll go out and talk to you when I get back, or you can ask other students."

"Ah."

Ye Qingzhi bypassed the boys stacked on top of each other at the back of the classroom, walked up to Duan Yiran, and scolded him with a smile: "You just called your soul."

"You're calling for soul, go, go out and talk." Duan Yiran put his arms around his shoulders and walked to the corridor, "It's okay, you, if you say first, you will be first."

"Isn't it, it's so awesome, call it Dad."

Duan Yiran knocked him unceremoniously: "Go away, I brought you notes in vain, is this your attitude?"

Ye Qingzhi flipped through his notes.Duan Yiran unilaterally agreed to take notes for him once a week, but he really sorted out the expanded knowledge points for him in various subjects.

Ye Qingzhi said very sincerely: "My attitude is wrong, brother Ran, I was wrong, thank you for your notes, I love you."

"Young poor, return it to me after reading it." Duan Yiran knocked him again, "What's wrong with you, you didn't play with me when school started?"

Ye Qingzhi scanned the words on the notebook, perfunctory him: "Yeah, I'll play with you next time."

"I came to play with you five times, and you were at the same table as me three times!"

"Brother, Brother Ran, don't you know how much your class likes to procrastinate? You have been procrastinated to the second class twice." Ye Qingzhi devoted a little energy to listening to Duan Yiran, feeling that he was making trouble for no reason, " Are you a little girl? You are still in kindergarten, and you want me to play with you every day."

Duan Yiran couldn't believe that he could be so ruthless, and murmured: "Why are you such a scum..."

Ye Qingzhi: "???"

Duan Yiran became more and more angry: "I can't even find you after school!"

"I'm going to the cafeteria to grab food, life is forcing me." Ye Qingzhi looked at him like this, a little funny, "And my tablemate just transferred here, so I can't show my friendship as a tablemate?"

Duan Yiran clicked his tongue and laughed too.

He and Ye Qingzhi grew up together, they were inseparable, it is true that they are inseparable.The transfer student's arrival just made him a little uncomfortable.

Ye Qingzhi also knew that he was only half lost and eighty percent acting, so he perfunctorily transferred to the parent-child file where his father comforted his son.

In the end, Duan also left angrily, verbally saying that he would cut off two classes.

-

In fact, summer and autumn in city A are really hot, especially from [-] am to [-] pm. The heat wave is not an exaggerated description at all, but a real experience.

But when the get out of class is over, groups of students will still appear in the corridor, flocking from one end of the corridor to the other.

Noisy.

Chen Xun folded the paper and stuffed it into the belly of the table, while watching Ye Qingzhi and the boy walk to a relatively secluded corner.

His deskmate and that boy should be good friends.

don't know him...

"Chen Xun, do you want me to tell you?"

Chen Xun's thoughts were interrupted, and he looked back at the girl in front of him.

The girl was very fair and delicate, with a bun and looked at him shyly.

Chen Xun smiled at her and declined her help.

He closed his eyes, suddenly missing his good brother a little bit.

After shutting it down for a while, Chen Xun suddenly remembered that he said he wanted to watch the live video yesterday, but he forgot again.He immediately sat up in shock from the dying illness, took out his mobile phone and flipped through the live broadcast playback, and found the only cooking video showing his hands.

Click.

The building's signal was spotty and irregular.Many Internet-addicted teenagers ran to the teaching building next door for the first year of high school to surf the Internet after class.

Chen Xun was inexplicably anxious at the moment, but the signal seemed to be against him. The card moved three times, and the small circles on the screen seemed to be anxious to death.

Chen Xun held his breath and watched the interface slowly load.

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Anyway, the function of Weibo and live broadcast here is my fault.