immature

Xi Yan was at the end of the queue in Class [-], and missed the second half of the opening ceremony.

After the ceremony was over, the sophomores and seniors had already retreated one after another, and Xi Yan followed closely and wanted to slip away.

As a result, he never expected that after the meeting was over, Wei Bu would grab the microphone to make arrangements: "The first-year students will stay, and the physical education teacher will help organize the team! Students in each class consciously adjust their formation! The short ones go first , the taller ones are behind! Fine-tune, fine-tune!"

The crowd rustled and moved.

Xi Yan: "..."

He originally wanted to find Ding Xuan, who was released by him, and go back to the classroom together.

Now I have to settle for the next best thing, and go back to my class first.

So Xi Yante poked Zhong Qin's back redundantly: "I slipped away."

Zhong Qin tensed his back, and looked back for a moment——

I saw Xi Yan with a crabbed upper body, pacing to the right bit by bit.

Little did they know that the second and third year of senior high school were empty, while the whole first year of senior high school stood in place, and when he moved, he was very conspicuous.

Wei Bu stood on the rostrum, took his loudspeaker with noise and noise, and started shouting: "The last one in Class [-]! Return to the team! Don't move!"

The Xi Yan standing at the end of Class [-]: "..."

The students in the front row of each class turned their heads to look at him at the same time. Xi Yan, who was still domineering just now, experienced a social death on the spot.

While covering his face with the school uniform sleeves that protruded from his fingertips, Xi Yan took two steps back slowly, trying to minimize his sense of existence, and hid behind Zhong Qin.

Who would have thought that Wei Bu's loudspeaker would yell again: "The short ones are in front, and the tall ones are in the back! Why are you shrinking back!"

Xi Yan: "..."

He wanted to pretend he didn't hear.

However, Gao Chengliu, the head teacher of class [-], was standing in the first row, poking his head, frowning and shouting to convey Wei Bu's words: "Quick, move the short one forward!"

The short Xi Yan: "..."

Xi Yan felt insulted.

What's wrong with being a few centimeters shorter!

Do you recognize the face?

The establishment is not here with you, so why restrict personal freedom!

Xi Yan continued to cover his face with his sleeve, took two heavy steps forward, and then stuffed himself into the gap between Zhong Qin and the male student in front.

In fact, the male classmates in front were also taller than him, but luckily Gao Chengliu and Wei Bu ignored him when they saw him move, and didn't ask him to move another one.

Zhong Qin probably doesn't like to get too close to people, so this gap is relatively wide.

...Fortunately, Xi Yan thought, otherwise he would have to politely and honestly ask him to make way.

Zhong Qin generously and kindly took another half step back, allowing Xi Yan more room to move.

He raised his eyebrows to look at the tip of Xi Yan's ear, which was getting redder and redder, and let out a soft breath.

Xi Yan heard this chuckle very sensitively.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "My future with his uncle is uncertain..."

The leader of the sports group in the first grade started to form a team, and he didn't know what was wrong, so he asked the students to count from front to back.

The boy standing in front of Zhong Qin turned around and said, "25."

Xi Yan didn't look back, just clenched his back molars: "...26."

The other classes in the first grade have about 50 students, only the [-]th, [-]th, and [-]th experimental classes have a neat [-] students, and the top [-] students in the grade.

The ratio of male to female in Class 26 is quite balanced, with 24 boys and [-] girls.

So Zhong Qin, as the last person in the line, reported the number: "26."

The boy who reported 25 thought something was wrong, so he turned to look at Xi Yan and Zhong Qin: "I just reported 25? So we should be 27?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong again, his whole face wrinkled into a ball, and he muttered, "Is it 27? Why did I hear Elder Gao say that the boys in our class are 26..."

Xi Yan had no choice but to meet his puzzled eyes, and put on a polite smile: "Ah, hello classmate, can you see me?"

Boy: "???"

Zhong Qin stood behind Xi Yan again and let out an angry sound.

Xi Yan turned around, bumped Zhong Qin's chest with his elbow, stared fiercely at both eyes, "You know how to laugh if you are poor!"

Xi Yan did not see any trace of a smile on the corners of Zhong Qin's mouth and eyes.

Zhong Qin also just slightly raised his eyebrows, raised his chin, still had that expression of pulling to the sky, with his hands still in his trouser pockets.

Before Xi Yan turned back, Zhong Qin rarely opened his mouth first: "Over there, is your class?"

Zhong Qin glanced towards the right side, and Xi Yan followed his gaze suspiciously—seeing two or three boys standing at the tail of his class, counting with their fingers.

Although there are two classes 11 and [-] apart, there are two male and female students in one row, and there are only five people in between. They don't do exercises between classes, and the people stand densely, and the environment is relatively quiet. Xi Yan listened to what they said:

"26?"

"Is there no error reported earlier? 26?"

"Aren't there 27 boys in our class..."

"What? Where did the guy standing behind me go? Did you see that?"

"Grass? You didn't see anyone behind me just now?!"

……

Xi Yan watched Jiang Shui hurriedly walk from the first row to the last row.

His expression was a little numb.

You can tell by Mr. Jiang's expression at a glance, he must be thinking about whether he went to the toilet with an excuse again.

After finally becoming the Chosen One, Xi Yan wanted to change his previous image of a scumbag when he returned to high school, even though he still didn't have the intention to study hard—at least the school uniform was worn in accordance with the "Student Rules" all right!

Yes, he can even recite the "Student Rules"!

It's only the first day of school, and the "dumb but fortunately well-behaved" character set hasn't been established yet, so it's about to collapse.

With his back to Zhong Qin, Xi Yan turned his head to look at the deserted side of the playground, pretending that he was looking at the scenery, but the right hand hanging by his leg was stretched back covertly and quietly.

Xi Yan's hands were hidden in the wide sleeves of the school uniform, only a small finger was exposed.

He turned his hands back, bent his knuckles and stretched them backwards, first rubbing past Zhong Qin's right leg, and then continued to hook up a little corner of Zhong Qin's clothes.

Then he exerted a little strength, pulled Zhong Qin's clothes, and pulled him towards him.

Xi Yan lowered his voice: "Go forward and help me block someone."

Zhong Qin was stunned.

The redness on the ear tips of the male student from the foreign class in front of him has not disappeared.

Zhong Qin glanced down and saw his curled fingertips hooking a small piece of fabric at the hem of his school uniform. As he pulled it, the plastic bag that was stuffed into his pocket as a joke made a slight squeak. cheers.

Zhong Qin still didn't respond.

The morning sun is gorgeous and warm.

The tall and straight boy was pulled by the hem of his clothes, and took a light step forward.

After struggling through the tormenting whole team time, and listening to Wei Bu say a few nonsense words, the word "disband" finally resounded in the air above the playground. Xi Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and finally he could get out of the [-]th class.

Xi Yan didn't really want to look back at the expression on Zhong Qin's scumbag face.

He just said "slip away", then he put oil on the soles of his feet and dodged into the scattered crowd.

Zhong Qin withdrew his gaze from his back, pulled out the packaging bag from his bag, and went straight to the trash can beside the playground against the direction the students were walking.

Smoke was coming from Xi Yan's head, and he walked very fast. Before taking two steps, he saw Ding Xuan who deliberately stayed behind the main force.

Ding Xuan walked slowly, looking around, obviously looking for him.

The old father almost fell to the ground with two lines of hot tears.

Xi Yan ran twice, rushed up and hung it on Ding Xuan's shoulder, and before he could take a breath, he began to complain: "It's stupid, you can't imagine what death report I just experienced..."

After hearing Xi Yan's speech, Ding Xuan was overjoyed: "I hahahahaha...what are you doing in class [-] when you have nothing to do?"

Zhong Qin's scumbag face flashed in Xi Yan's mind, Xi Yan curled his lips: "Go and see what Xueba looks like."

Ding Xuan was also curious: "How many noses and eyes?"

Xi Yan shook his head and clicked his tongue: "Too indifferent, I dare not count. He's pretty handsome, but he's just a bit of a dog."

"Can you still be better than your dog?" Ding Xuan expressed his disbelief on the spot, and asked casually, "Do you know someone in Class [-]? Who is the master? Can you introduce them? I also want to spend more time in my limited life." Met a few top scholars..."

Xi Yan patted him on the shoulder very loyally: "It's too unreasonable to call the Great God, I usually call him Brother Dog affectionately."

Ding Xuan rolled his eyes: "Brother Gou didn't hit you, did you... Did you intentionally offend because the literati couldn't beat you..."

The birth of a nickname does not require much cause and effect.

Zhong Qin just ran against everyone and threw a trash. He never expected that the honorific title of Brother Gou would be passed down among the students.

When he returned to the classroom, the get out of class bell rang.

——It happened to be the bell for the end of get out of class at 10:[-] in the morning, and there was a [-]-minute break between classes. Usually, the teacher would not allow the class to be delayed when the bell rang, and the students had to be let down to do exercises immediately.

Naturally, there is no need to go downstairs again today, and the head teachers of each class just took advantage of this time to talk about something casually.

Jiang Shui copied the class schedule for this semester on the blackboard and asked everyone to copy it by themselves. Xi Yan conveniently tore a piece of paper from Li Wenrui's notebook, and then remembered that the two of them were not familiar with each other at the moment.

He just wanted to explain his slightly offensive behavior, when Li Wenrui said enthusiastically: "I used to tear up the paper at the same table before! It's okay! You use it! Do you want a pen?"

Li Wenrui took out a posture of setting up a stall, which amused Xi Yan.

Isn't it the "before" tablemate?

Since everyone said so, Xi Yan borrowed a pen by the way. Although he brought it, he was obviously too lazy to take it out of his bag.

Xi Yan carefully copied the school schedule one stroke at a time, and when it was Friday, he couldn't hold back and threw the pen on the table.

Li Wenrui was startled by him and trembled: "You, do you think the pen is not easy to write?"

Xi Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Is it because I don't look like a good person?"

After saying this, Xi Yan was stunned for a moment, as if Zhong Qin had also said this to himself.

Xi Yan was amused, and felt that Zhong Qin really didn't look like a good person.

"That's not true," Li Wenrui shook his head, leaned closer and whispered, "Mainly... When I came back, I heard from Liu Zhao that only he can see you... No one else can see you... Good guy, the sun is so bright. Goosebumps on arms..."

Liu Zhao was the boy standing in front of Xi Yan when he lined up just now, one of the five strong men in the ninth class.

Passing by Xi Yan before going downstairs, he even took the initiative to pat Xi Yan on the shoulder, he is a very easy to get along with.

After hearing this, Xi Yan reacted for a while, and laughed out loud.

Li Wenrui was also happy.

In this way, the profound friendship at the same table was firmly established in the campus supernatural legends.

Seeing the friendship at the same table, Xi Yan suggested Li Wenrui: "Look at the class schedule on Friday afternoon, do you see anything?"

Li Wenrui stared at the timetable and read: "Mathematics, mathematics, physical education, class meetings... What's wrong, brother?"

Xi Yan let out a sigh, and sighed: "Little classmate, have you ever seen the four-quarter math class at five o'clock in the afternoon?"

Li Wenrui tasted it.

I tasted it in detail.

Then he understood, and when he understood, he showed panic and almost jumped up from the bench: "I'm going to go?! Mathematics and class meetings are ours. The physical education teacher is in good health? He must hold on ah!"

If you accidentally take four consecutive math classes, the supposedly happy Friday afternoon will not only lose its value, but will be one step away from death.

Those who can make it through are equivalent to crossing the catastrophe and ascending to the top, welcoming the weekend with joy, but those who can't make it through may die here.

Li Wenrui clasped his hands together, and began to pray for the physical education teacher he had never met: "God bless the physical education teacher with good health, safety and success. I am willing to recommend myself as a sports committee member. I don't ask for more, I just hope that I can escort him this semester..."

Xi Yan pushed the right people to the right position, hiding his achievements and fame.

He sat back a little, tilted the bench, swayed, and looked out through the open back door.

If he remembered correctly, the classroom opposite happened to be Class [-].

... Zhong Qin has never met him before, so it has become the biggest variable and expectation in his life.

Xi Yan couldn't help thinking... Where should the correct position of this person be?