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"Quiet." The Chinese teacher in class three called her class representative and handed her a piece of paper, "This is a sample Chinese composition for the entrance exam. You can take it to the printing room and print out [-] copies, and give it to everyone in your class." All the students send out one."

"Okay." Wen Jing took it, and asked casually, "I haven't printed a model essay before, why is it suddenly called printing this time?"

The Chinese teacher smiled, "It's rare to write something particularly well this time. The grade group wants everyone to read and learn."

Wen Jing nodded, and took the model essay to copy it.

Because the next class is Chinese class, the Chinese teacher will probably comment on the entrance exam papers, so she hurried back to class as soon as she printed them out and distributed them to everyone.

It happened to be a break between classes. Today, because of the air, the grades did not organize a school run, and a large part of the class fell asleep.Of course, no one helped Wen Jing send things out, so she had to put them on their table one by one by herself.

Some people sleep with their whole bodies covering the tabletop tightly, without any gaps, so she can barely squeeze under their arms and press down.

Unknowingly, it was sent to the last row, and the new transfer student was also sleeping.

They are also sleeping on the table. Some people sleep in a mess and don't see it, but some people can sleep properly. I don't know which step is different from him, and the results are very different.

For some reason, Wen Jing was a little afraid of this new transfer student.Obviously he doesn't seem to be a threat, maybe it's because he's too indifferent and doesn't fit in.A few boys in the class seemed to have a particularly strong opinion of him, and they liked to run on him intentionally or unintentionally, but the transfer students didn't want to talk to them at all, making them feel embarrassed every time.

While thinking about it, Wen Jing carefully placed Fan Wen on the corner of his desk.

He obviously didn't touch him at all, but the man immediately bounced off the table, and stepped back half a meter with the chair.If it weren't for his eyes still a little hazy, others thought he hadn't fallen asleep at all.

Wen Jing was taken aback, and hurriedly said in multiple voices: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

The transfer student closed his eyes, opened them after a long time, and looked at the paper in front of him.

Wen Jing hurriedly explained again, "This is a sample essay for the high score in this exam."

Finally, the transfer student nodded.

Wen Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately turned back to her seat.As soon as she sat down, she glanced back secretly. She thought that the transfer student had continued to fall asleep, but unexpectedly, he was sitting upright, flipping through the model essay just sent to him.

Before Wen Jing could figure it out, the class bell rang arbitrarily.

Sighs and insults came one after another in the classroom.

Wen Jing's deskmate also sat up in a daze, and pulled the model essay on her desk, "What is this?"

"Fan Wen." Wen Jing replied casually.

"Let me see." The deskmate turned it over and over, and suddenly called out softly, Wen Jing was startled again, "What are you doing!"

"Hey, this composition was written by the good-looking boy in the class next door!"

Wen Jing frowned, "What a good-looking boy."

"That's it," said the tablemate for a second, "I transferred from last semester." Seeing that Wen Jing was still confused, "When Jiang Xuan came to our class for the first time, the boy who helped him carry things, remember?"

After saying this, Wen Jing remembered, and she said in a tone of disbelief, "How do you know his name?"

The deskmate smiled, "It's not a great secret, it's in the class next door, so you can find out if you just ask around."

The Chinese teacher walked in from the front door at this time, and greeted the students who were still sleeping, "Students, classmates, wake up."

Wen Jing didn't continue to discuss this issue with her deskmate, she pretended to turn her head unintentionally, and glanced in Jiang Xuan's direction.

He is still reading the model essay.

No matter what he does at ordinary times, Jiang Xuan gives people the feeling of being careless, the kind of carelessness that you can clearly feel that he didn't pay attention to it.But now she doesn't know if it's Wen Jing's unilateral illusion, she always feels that he reads the model essay very attentively.

Strange, is it so well written?

The last class in the morning is Chinese class.

The last class ended at [-]:[-], and Chi Yang barely got up from the table until twelve o'clock.

Too sleepy.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt hot under his eyelids. He wiped it with his hands, and then remembered that it was the wind oil essence he had applied to himself during his morning self-study to prevent himself from falling asleep.

You can fall asleep like this, I will go.

At first, He Chan was very dissatisfied with Chi Yang's behavior. Every day, he took pictures of Chi Yang sleeping on the table and sent them to Lu Lan. Later, he didn't know what Lu Lan said to her. After that, as long as Chi Yang was in her class She can barely close her eyes and stay awake, so she doesn't care anymore.

Anyway, Chi Yang sitting in the last row can't have any bad influence on everyone.

Chinese class is the class that Chi Yang feels most at ease.

When other subjects are besieged on all sides, it is inevitable that people will feel a little more at ease in the only subject they are good at.Only in the language class, Chi Yang didn't have to worry about missing any important content when he fell asleep.

Their Chinese teacher is an old man, who is eloquently commenting on this paper on the podium.

Seeing that he was awake, the person sitting in front of him turned around and said with a smile, "Mr. Li praised you just now."

"and then?"

"Then I found you were sleeping." The person in front laughed, "I was going to wake you up just now, but he didn't need to shout."

Chi Yang also smiled, "It's really considerate."

"But your face is so ugly..." Before the people in front finished speaking, the teacher on the podium suddenly said: "Let's talk about this composition now. For this composition, our class has the highest score in the whole grade. The superior has printed and distributed model essays to each class, have you got them all?"

The person in front winked at Chi Yang, then turned around.

Chi Yang suddenly had a bad premonition. He rummaged through some unknown papers on the table and found a black and white copy.

Sure enough, a copy of the composition side of my Chinese answer sheet.

"... This composition was written by Chi Yang from our class."

After Teacher Li finished speaking, many people turned their heads to look at Chi Yang, and their hearts were frightened when they saw Chi Yang.

"Now let me read it to everyone." Teacher Li became excited.

Chi Yang feels like being struck by lightning: ...

Isn't this a public execution? ? ?Everyone has a copy, is it necessary to read it? ? ?

He looked at Teacher Li in disbelief, and Teacher Li met his eyes, and then asked very understandingly: "What? Chi Yang, do you want to read by yourself?"

Chi Yang opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

"Then I'll read it."

Ruan Qingju took the lead, and there was applause immediately below.

Teacher Li was encouraged, and began to read more excitedly.

... Chi Yang held his forehead.

He read a paragraph and then stopped to analyze for everyone how to write well here, Chi Yang wished he could find a crack in the ground and get in.

But everyone was happy except him.

That's fine too.

After finally getting out of class, Teacher Li didn't like to procrastinate, and there was nothing to talk about, so he waved his hand, "get out of class is over."

Everyone dispersed.

Chi Yang also wanted to stand up, but he didn't know whether it was because he had been sitting for too long or something else. As soon as he stood up, he fell heavily back to his seat.

It wasn't until everyone had finished walking that Chi Yang slowly stood up while supporting the table, his head still dizzy.

He stepped out the back door and took a deep breath of fresh air.

It was such a coincidence that Jiang Xuan also came out from the back door of the third class at this time.

Before Chi Yang could greet him, Jiang Xuan asked first, "What's wrong with you?"

Chi Yang remembered that the front desk said his face was ugly just now, and shook his head, "It's okay, I've slept for a long time."

Jiang Xuan came over and said lightly: "Sleeping when the first grader in Chinese is in Chinese class?"

Chi Yang was immediately extremely embarrassed, and he didn't have time to think about how Jiang Xuan knew that the last class of the second class today was a Chinese class, "Your class can't read, too, composition?"

Jiang Xuan frowned slightly: "What composition?"

It seems not.

Chi Yang breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's fine if you don't read it."

Jiang Xuan glanced at him again, turned around to leave, Chi Yang stopped him, "You don't want to go to the cafeteria to eat, do you?"

Jiang Xuan stared at him silently, her eyes seemed to ask him: otherwise.

"After ordering this, what food is left in the cafeteria. Let's go, let's eat outside the school."

Jiang Xuan was taken aback, Chi Yang laughed, walked over and gently grabbed his school uniform jacket, "Let's go."

Before Jiang Xuan could react, her body followed Chi Yang.

Many common school students ate outside the school at noon, and Chi Yang didn't ask Jiang Xuan what he wanted to eat. He knew that usually he would not be able to find anything.He took Jiang Xuan straight to a Chinese restaurant and ordered two decent dishes.

"Can you?" He asked Jiang Xuan.

Jiang Xuan: "Whatever."

The dishes came quickly, but Jiang Xuan ate slowly and sparingly as usual.

Chi Yang felt that if other people ate with Jiang Xuan, he would destroy even the best appetite.Because appetite is a thing that needs to be responded to.

However, he felt fine.He and Jiang Xuan can always feel a kind of silent relaxation.

After eating, they walked back.

At the beginning of spring in March, the flowers and plants in the school poked their heads out one after another, discussing them curiously.

Walking around the corner and entering the corridor, a gust of wind blew over without warning. Although it was not cold, it still made Jiang Xuan lower her head slightly.

Chi Yang suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed a wisp of wind, took it off, and opened it in front of Jiang Xuan's eyes.

Jiang Xuan silently looked at his palm.

Chi Yang smiled, "The first ray of spring breeze in 2018 is here for you."

Jiang Xuan's long eyelashes trembled, "Boring."

"Tsk." Chi Yang was helpless, "It's too ruthless." He was about to withdraw his hand after speaking, but Jiang Xuan suddenly reached out and took it in his palm so fast that Chi Yang almost didn't see it clearly.

"Take it." Jiang Xuan said bluntly.

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The author has something to say:

Sending you the first ray of winter wind~

Thanks for the new favorite guys! ! !And the little friend who threw mine at me today! ! !It took me by surprise hahahahaha.

thank you all.