Be at the same table with the rumored boss

Chapter 1

Declining the kindness of the teacher from the Academic Affairs Office to lead the way, Xiao Lang put the textbooks in his schoolbag and walked to class with Sunflower in his arms.

The phone in his pocket kept buzzing, shaking half of his body numb, and he remembered that he forgot to turn on the mute.

With difficulty, he took out his mobile phone with one hand, and seeing the three characters "Liu Shilong" on the caller ID, Xiao Lang chose to hang up without hesitation.

As soon as he set the mute, the screen of the mobile phone was bombarded with crazy messages. A series of messages were like a dam breaking, one after another.

The last message Xiao Lang saw before shutting down the phone was: Do you fucking think the transfer is over?If I find you, I will kill you.

He admitted that at this moment he felt a little regretful, why he didn't blacklist the contacts before turning off the phone.

City z is very windy in winter, and the temperature felt lower than that of city k by more than one grade. Xiao Lang kept holding the sunflower in the same position for a long time, and gradually lost feeling in his fingers.

The sound of breaking through the air came with loud shouts, and everything happened within a few seconds. When Xiao Lang saw the basketball that was thrown towards his arms, he had no choice but to stretch out his hands to protect the sunflower.

The basketball slammed into his joints hard, and the already freezing temperature exacerbated the pain. Xiao Lang hurriedly lowered his head to check the sunflower, and was relieved when he found that the sunflower was fine.

"Student, I'm sorry, can you throw the ball back?" came the boy's grinning voice.

Xiao Lang frowned slightly, and looked in the direction of the voice.

There were only two boys on the playground, the one in front was the one talking to him with a smile, and the one in the back was even more eye-catching.

That head can be considered outstanding even among boys who are tall and tall like a seedling in high school. The facial features are three-dimensional and aggressive, probably because of the benefits of the first two items. Here, the first feeling is still oppressive.

Xiao Lang held Sunflower with one hand, hooked the basketball with the toe of his shoe, and easily got the ball with his left hand. Holding the ball, he asked blankly, "Who smashed it?"

While Xiao Lang was observing Su Mianyang, Su Mianyang was also observing him.

The school uniform of No. [-] Middle School adheres to the principle of killing all possibilities of puppy love, it is fat and colorful.

Even if it is a devil figure, it can be corrected to be indistinguishable from men and women at a distance of three meters. Countless female compatriots complained that their beauty was buried, so everyone did not wear school uniforms except for the flag-raising ceremony.

The person in front of him was wearing a school uniform. He was thin, with a straight waist and a cool demeanor. He was holding a small sunflower potted plant in his arms. It was as weird as it could be.

Su Mianyang is not a curious person, but after scanning around the boy, he still left an impression on him, not because of his outstanding appearance and temperament, but because of the big hellokitty mask he was wearing on the lower right corner.

That's an aesthetic that normal male high school students don't have.

Su Mianyang narrowed his eyes to take a closer look.

In the next second, he heard the boy's cold question. Before Su Mianyang could recover, Zhang Haichao, who was at the same table, was ignited and took the lead to answer, "I smashed it, what's the matter? It's not all boys, right?"

Su Mianyang didn't speak, after all, everything that could be said and could not be said had already been said.

Unexpectedly, the strange boy threw the ball in the opposite direction with his backhand without saying a word.

There was originally an open space adjacent to the playground, but the principal thought it was a waste of resources, so he tidied up the open space and planted some vegetables.

Under the careful care of the principal, the vegetable field showed a scene of "grass full of beans and few seedlings", but the principal was very precious. Last time, he caught two students who trampled on the vegetable field, and they were punished to stand all morning.

"Damn it, I just hit you, and it didn't hit any vital parts. You're so fucking narrow-minded." Zhang Haichao's violent temper couldn't be tolerated, and his anger burned immediately.

Su Mianyang's eyes were glued to the basketball that was thrown high, and then it fell heavily to the center of the vegetable field, and rolled forward all the way by inertia.

Different from the intense reaction at the same table, Su Mianyang was more puzzled.He had never seen this person before, and there was a high probability that he was still wearing a school uniform on a normal day because he was a new transfer student, and it was normal for him not to know the importance of the vegetable field to throw a ball into it.

It's just that the boy's eyebrows and eyes are very obedient, clean and beautiful, and he looks like a good student, but he doesn't want to have such a big temper.

When Su Mianyang was slandering, he saw that the strange boy made the next move. He put the sunflower in his arms to protect him, his expression remained unchanged from the beginning to the end, "Do you want to do it?"

Such a sudden question made Su Mianyang even more speechless. He didn't expect that someone could turn a quarrel into a brawl with just three words.

Zhang Haichao rolled up his sleeves and almost rushed forward, but Su Mianyang stretched out his hand to give him a hand.

The strange boy looked at him.

Meeting the boy's sharp gaze, Su Mianyang shook his head with a smile, "Wrist wrestling is not appropriate this time, is it? If you are willing to move your legs, I am good at fighting one-legged chickens at the same table."

The strange boy frowned, turned around and walked towards the teaching building without saying a word.

It wasn't until everyone was gone that Zhang Haichao came back to his senses, "Is this fucking crazy? Which class has such a temper? Tonight, the radio station song will play an ugly song for their class."

Seeing a few single seedlings in the vegetable field being crushed by the basketball, Zhang Haichao couldn't help complaining.

Su Mianyang looked up at the direction the boy left.

Here, Zhang Haichao has carefully picked up the basketball, "Don't worry about this idiot, the fifth quarter is about to start, and Miejue Shitai is probably going to make a surprise attack again, so go back."

Su Mianyang let out an "um", and then looked away from the back of the boy with strange aesthetics.

Miejue Shitai, whose real name is Liu Juan, is the head teacher and math teacher of their class.

Liu Juan is usually ruthless, and she takes extra care of these bastards who don't like to study. She spends her whole day thinking about pouring chicken soup for their souls, coercing and luring them to bombard them in turn, and is affectionately called "Master Miejue" by the students.

No. [-] Middle School has always been very strict with students' study time, wishing to split one class into two classes, so after the fourth class in the morning, they crammed a fifth self-study class.

When the school first started, many people shouted that it was inhuman, and even a few boldly planned to skip class.

Unexpectedly, Liu Juan would watch the fifth quarter every day to check classes and catch vacancies, and would not give him a chance. Gradually, everyone's small thoughts became more honest.

Su Mianyang's position was in the fifth row on the right by the window, and as soon as he sat down and took out his cell phone, a message came from Liu Xiaodao at the front desk.

Spiritual Knife: Did you read the group news?

Su Mianyang exited the chat box, and lost interest when he saw the 99+ marked on the class group. He was really afraid that it would be troublesome, and it would be better to do something else if he had the time to read the past ones.

sy: too long.

Spiritual Knife: Today, our class is going to transfer a classmate from No. [-] High School in the city. We are betting in the class whether he will be the first in the grade in this monthly exam.

Of course, Su Mianyang, the No. 985 high school in the city, knows that 100 Custom High School has a great reputation. The school rules are strict and there are many exams.

Spiritual Knife: Why did you say he turned around?Is it too much pressure?I heard that several of the students there couldn't bear the pressure and jumped off the building.

sy: Oh, then what?

Su Mianyang was not interested in this news, he never cared about others and only cared about himself.

Spiritual Knife: I know you are not interested in this.It's finally the end of the month holiday today, are you ranked in the evening?

sy: Let’s talk about it in the evening, my dad told me to go home for dinner.

No. [-] Middle School is tight on time, especially during the holidays.There are two classes in the afternoon every weekend, and only two days off in a month. These two days off naturally become the time that the students are looking forward to.

This group of people did not include Su Mianyang, and he would not be willing to go home if he could.

This class will be over for a while, Su Mianyang doesn't want to study and doesn't know what to do, so he simply opened the Baidu page to refresh, and mechanically repeated the simple thumb sliding action.

Zhang Haichao, who was at the same table, was reading a comprehension novel while paying attention to the movement outside the window.When Liu Juan came over with her high heels, he shivered suddenly, and quickly put the novel back in his desk pocket. Naturally, he would not forget to remind his deskmate when he was in trouble.

Seeing that Liu Juan was about to walk to the back window of the class, it was obviously not appropriate to remind Su Mianyang at this time, so Zhang Haichao touched his arm, then pointed to his forehead, reminding him that the class leader is coming .

Su Mianyang narrowed his eyes and put on a serious expression.

Zhang Haichao thought to himself that he was the person who had been at the same table for so long, and the other party knew what it meant when he made a movement.

It’s not like the kind of people who don’t have a tacit understanding in some novels. Seeing his obvious hints, they open their mouths and ask “What do you mean?”, “I don’t understand what you are gesturing at all.” .

"Sick?" Su Mianyang said lazily, "Why are you gesticulating, can't speak human language?"

In the end, he leaned against the wall and said, "If you have a headache, go to the infirmary. Brother Yang just takes people to lie down and doesn't care about treatment."

At this time, Liu Juan had already walked to the window, noticed Su Mianyang's movements and looked at him with folded arms.

Zhang Haichao swallowed.

Fuck it, you have the same blessings and the same difficulties, and the husband and wife are going to fly separately in the face of adversity. He touched his head again, intending to look at a few math problems to pretend.

"Skipping class can cure all diseases, do you want to try it?" Su Mianyang asked suddenly.

Zhang Haichao's hands trembled when he said this, he could only touch his head and said, "No...I just feel that my hairline is too high, and I feel uncomfortable."

"Su Mianyang! You actually want to skip class!" Hearing this, Liu Juan hit Su Mianyang on the head with a textbook, "Playing with her mobile phone in class and encouraging her deskmate to skip class? Do you know that time is money?"

Su Mianyang was stunned by the lion's roar skill that came after him. He turned his head to look at Liu Juan in the eyes of the whole group, and said in a strange way, "Isn't this what you taught, to regard money as dung."

One sentence almost made Liu Juan so angry that she grabbed Su Mianyang's collar and tugged.

"Get out of here, right now! And you, Zhang Haichao, you two skipped class to play basketball last class and ruined the vegetable garden, this thing is endless!"

Su Mianyang has experienced the matter of being caught and told to get out of class too many times. He skillfully stuffed the things on the desk into the pockets of the desk. After tidying up, he prepared to go out the front door, but bumped into someone just as he opened the curtain.

The visitor first lowered his head in a panic to fiddle with the sunflowers in his arms, and then raised his eyes suddenly. There was no warmth between his eyebrows, and his cold gaze pierced into Su Mianyang's eyes like a knife.

Su Mianyang was a little helpless.

I really like this potted flower so much, it looks like I want to kill someone when I touch it.

"I'm sorry," Su Mianyang said, "I'm in a hurry to get out, could you please let me borrow?"

As a result, the two of them turned left and right at the same time. After a few rounds, Su Mian almost didn't laugh. Finally, he stopped moving, stretched out his hand to open the curtain, and made a gesture of invitation.

The visitor nodded to him before entering.

It's pretty big.

Behind him is Liu Juan's calm voice:

"A new classmate has been transferred to our class. He is from No. [-] High School in the city. You should learn more from him. Don't squander your youth all the time. Think about your future. Don't you want to become the two people who went out? But it’s all for your own good, you won’t give me a raise after passing the exam.”

Su Mianyang paused.

The early winter sun had no temperature but was very dazzling. The lively voices in the class seemed to come from far away, and he suddenly felt that he did not belong to this noisy world.

Whenever he heard someone talking about his grades and future in front of him, he would feel such inexplicable irritability, as if something was stuck in his throat, which made it difficult for him to breathe.

It's just that this time Su Mianyang didn't have time to think about it, a cold voice accompanied by the cold wind forcibly stripped his thoughts from such a sense of unreality.

"Xiao Lang."

That voice was as cold as ice even in the twelfth lunar month of winter. After a burst of chalk creaking, it reached Su Mianyang's ears, "This is my name."

Su Mianyang frowned.

"Let's go." The temperature in Z City is low and windy in winter. Even Su Mianyang, who is not afraid of the cold, feels unbearably cold after standing outside the classroom for a while.

"Ah? Where are you going?" Zhang Haichao came back to his senses, but did not understand what Su Mianyang meant.

Su Mianyang lay on the corridor guardrail, and he said casually: "Dinner, it's hard for Lao Liu to let us finish class early, so we can't waste this great time."

Zhang Haichao was silent for a while, "Brother Yang, goodbye, aren't you trying to die?"

The phone vibrated again, Su Mianyang took out the phone and glanced at it casually, and Liu Xiaodao sent him another message.

- Yes, Brother Yang, you dare to tell the teacher in charge, won't you have a holiday the day after tomorrow?When do you skip class to have a meal?

With the holiday approaching, Su Mianyang had no intention of skipping class, and originally thought about whether to refuse.

But when he saw a 50-second voice message sent by his WeChat contact "Old Su", he couldn't resist changing hands and replied to Liu Xiaodao.

sy: The location is up to you.

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