How many weeks are you going to confess?

"Report." Lian Li stood at the door of the office.

Song Zhengqing raised his head when he heard the sound, "Lian Li, are you here? Come in."

He casually pulled a stool from the side, "Come and sit down."

During the break, Lian Li was going to silently write the three major notes in classical Chinese. He had just finished writing the four-word topic "The Story of the Drunkard's Pavilion", when a classmate told him that Mr. Song had something to ask him to come to the office.

Lian Li sat down, "Teacher Song, what do you want from me?"

Song Zhengqing held a pen between his fingers, and the tip of the pen touched the table. There was a stack of reports on the table, which were the school year records of everyone in the class.

"Isn't our class going to run for the class committee today? I took a little look at the situation of everyone in the class, and almost everyone has been a class committee." Song Zhengqing paused, "But you and Bian Jin didn't, so I want you Try being the squad leader, what do you think?"

Lian Li clenched his fingers suddenly, his eyes lit up for a moment, but it was fleeting, and then a layer of glutinous rice paper was covered as if to prevent the jelly from melting and leaking juice.

"Mr. Song, I think there are other people in the class who are more competent than me."

Song Zhengqing persuaded: "Are you worried that the class monitor has too many things to do and will delay your studies? I will also find a girl to be the deputy class monitor and ask her to assist you."

It wasn't that Lian Li hadn't been elected monitor by the class teacher before, but he had shirked it.The former class teacher always valued the grades. He said that he didn't want to be a class teacher and would not insist on it. It was the first time he met someone who insisted like Teacher Song.

Lian Li doesn't have much experience in rejecting people.

"Mr. Song, the monitor must be unfair, right? I disagree." A familiar voice came from behind, and soon the owner of the voice came to Lian Li and smiled at him.

Song Zhengqing frowned, "Why did you come to the office?"

As soon as the words were finished, the Chinese teacher in the liberal arts group at the next table raised his head and pushed his glasses, "Hey - I told you to come over, why did you go to your old class? It's no use looking for him."

Song Zhengqing didn't have a good teacher, so he happily asked, "Teacher Zhou, did he commit crimes in your class?"

Zhou Yuanqing said: "It's not enough to commit a crime, but brother Jin's kick has given us a great reputation in our class, right?"

Bian Jin smiled: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, no Mr. Zhou, you are so prestige on stage."

Zhou Yuanqing didn't like him, "Go! Come here and I'll have a good chat with you."

"Decree." Before leaving, I did not forget to tell Song Zhengqing, "I will go to the class later and tell the head teacher to take the lead in cheating, and I will appoint a class leader."

Song Zhengqing picked up a book casually, and made a gesture to hit him, "Let's go."

Lian Li was still sitting where he was, without any reaction, silently waiting for Song Zhengqing's next words.

Song Zhengqing looked at him for two seconds, then sighed, "Forget it, let's vote later. You go back first."

"Okay, goodbye, Mr. Song."

Song Zhengqing's position was at the innermost part of the office, surrounded by books, Lian Li could barely hear what was being said inside as soon as he left.

Their conversation just now was not loud, Bian Jin has such good hearing, can he hear their conversation clearly?

Bian Jin was not serious, "Mr. Zhou, we, Mr. Song, move stools for the students. You won't let me stand?"

Zhou Yuanqing glanced at him, "That man is even the first in Li Kao's grade, can you?"

"Isn't the bottom one also the first?"

"Get lost." Zhou Yuanqing glared at him, "Tell me, why did you kick the door of our classroom?"

"Didn't I not know you were here, Mr. Zhou? You know, I definitely won't kick it." Bian Jin pulled a stool for himself cheekily, sat upside down, and put his hands on the back of the chair.

Zhou Yuanqing got annoyed when he saw him, waved his hand, and shouted from the air: "Old Song, you take your student back by yourself, and give me a statement of the situation tomorrow, handwritten, more than five hundred words."

"Five hundred words? Too little, at least eight hundred, let him practice writing narrative by the way."

Bian Jin: "Why don't you two sing together?"

Song Zhengqing was not happy to see him either, "It's okay to go out quickly."

Bian Jin raised his eyebrows, "slapped" the back of the chair, and stood up quickly, "Okay."

Jiang Lesheng was standing at the door of the office, looking nervously into the office, seeing Bian Jin coming out, he hurriedly asked, "Brother Jin, how are you doing? What are you punished for?"

"Eight hundred words for the situation statement, hand it in tomorrow, remember to give it to me tomorrow morning."

Jiang Lesheng's expression collapsed in an instant, "Shall I write?"

"Then why not?" Bian Jin looked at him with an expression of "Otherwise I'll write?", "Didn't you learn Chinese [-] last semester? Check to see if there is any moisture."

Jiang Lesheng said in embarrassment: "I'm afraid that our level is too far apart, and Song Zhengqing will find out?"

"You have such a big head, do you think he can't see you? People already knew that you did it. Seeing that you are not his student now, I will save you some face."

"So that's how it is." Jiang Lesheng thought for a while, then stopped abruptly and said, "It's all Lu Xu's fault!"

Bian Jin was speechless, "Yeah, it's all his fault, so what? Ask him to write?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Le nodded violently, "Yes! Ask him to write!"

Before Bian Jin could react, Jiang Lesheng had already disappeared.

"ill."

***

Song Zhengqing, the squad leader, still took the vote.He wrote down the positions on the blackboard, and some students who wanted to run for office went to write their names on the blackboard.

Being the squad leader of the rocket class at Xiachuan High School can be written in the honor column, and the seats below the principal and deputy squad leaders are too crowded. Someone wrote down the name next to the study committee member, circled the name and put an arrow to the principal squad leader.

Song Zhengqing glanced at Lian Li once in a while, but he didn't move from the beginning to the end, and sat quietly in his seat.

To save trouble, even if he is hired, Zhou Sijie will force him to go to the head teacher to get rid of his position.

All those who wanted to run for monitor had written their names. There were 19 full monitors and 7 deputy monitors.

After everyone has given a speech, they start to vote anonymously. Because the candidates cannot participate in the voting, the voting is very fast.

"Then the principal monitor of our third and ninth class is Jiang Chenyan, and the deputy monitor is Yu Huo." Song Zhengqing said, "Next, we will start the election for study committee members. Students who want to be study committee members go to the blackboard and write your name."

A silence.

In high school, the position of study committee member is almost a decoration, and no one wants to be it.

Suddenly someone suggested, "Isn't Lian Li the number one in the grade? Isn't he suitable to be a study committee member?"

"That's right, isn't the study committee just to study?"

The others agreed too quickly, Lian Li didn't hear who made the suggestion.

Song Zhengqing was worrying about not having a position for Lian Li, so he made a quick decision, "Okay, then the study committee member is Lian Li, do you have any objections to Lian Li?"

The whole class turned to look at him, and he pursed his lips, "No objection."

It's an idle job, even if Zhou Sijie found out, she probably wouldn't say anything, right?

Lian Li was patted on the shoulder, and breath came from behind his ear, "Why did you agree?"

Lian Li tilted his head slightly, "What's wrong?"

Bian Jin paused, as if thinking of something, sat back again, "It's okay, I just think you don't like being a class committee member."

The last position is a sports committee member. Just as Song Zhengqing said that he could go up to write his name, Bian Jin immediately got up and went to the podium to write his name.

Unexpectedly, his handwriting was beautiful, and Lian Li could tell that he had practiced calligraphy.

The words "Bian Jin" were written hugely, covering all areas directly. He glanced provocatively at the audience, and the meaning of his behavior was self-evident.

Naturally, no one dared to go up and write their names, so Bian Jin was directly elected as a sports committee member.

Classes started normally in the afternoon, and their class schedule was directly connected to students. Those who wanted to change to other classes were already crying. People in their class were still chasing after the teacher to ask questions. The last class was a half-hour self-study class. Everyone is working on the comprehensive examination paper while the iron is hot.

Of course, apart from Bian Jin, as for why Lian Li knew, because he counted how many short stubble hairs on Lian Li's neck, and excitedly told him, "the shortest part has 327 hairs!"

It's not easy being bored like this.

Lian Li was inexplicably flustered by his count of "45, 46, 47" in the second round, and he couldn't match the chemical formula for a long time.

He tore off a page and wrote [If you are really bored, just study. 】Handed it to Bian Jin.

Bian Jin quickly returned it to him, but with a different piece of paper, which was torn hastily, with the left side twisted here and there.

The handwriting is still beautiful, what he should practice is running script, which is beautiful and elegant, so that Lian Li feels that such handwriting is a waste on this piece of paper.

[Your handwriting is beautiful, do you practice block letters? 】

Lian Li was indeed good at block letters, but he didn't want to reply to Bian Jin, who was so bored that he couldn't save him.

Song Zhengqing came to the classroom 5 minutes before get out of class ended.

The classroom was so quiet that one could hear the chirping of cicadas on the camphor trees in the playground. If you listen carefully, there are also a group of sparrows flying across the dusk and chirping.

Song Zhengqing knocked on the door cautiously, "Stop talking about something, the class committee will come to my office after school, and let's say something after 5 minutes."

Bian Jin dragged his head, "It's not just those two things, I have to say it in private."

Lian Li was very concerned about the affairs of the class committee, and turned his head to ask what was the matter, and felt the heat of Bian Jin's exhalation for a moment, and he saw that Bian Jin's eyes flickered twice in astonishment.

He quickly turned around, lowered his head and continued to do chemistry problems.

一共有0.3molC2H6发生反应，设有xmol用于生成C2H4，则有（0.3-x）mol用于生成CO+HCOOH。

You can't see anything abnormal from behind, but in fact, he clenched the pen so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

On the contrary, Bian Jin was stunned for a long time, and he suddenly realized when a gust of wind blew in from the window.He suddenly buried himself in the crook of his arm, the tip of his outstretched right finger trembled slightly, and the tip of his leaking ear was as red as the setting sun outside the window.

It turned out that his eyes were light brown, as translucent as a piece of amber soaked in thousands of years.

It turned out that there was a mole on his left upper eyelid that was so faint that it was almost invisible, and it could only be seen clearly when he was so close.

It turned out that there were so many things he didn't know.

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