Be at the same table with the rumored boss

Chapter 5 Kindness

Skipping classes to play basketball, destroying public property, and finally adding a group fight outside the school, one pile of evil deeds piled up and finally made Su Mianyang create the most in the history of the No. [-] Middle School review—no less than [-] words Written inspection and review in front of the whole school at the flag-raising ceremony on Monday.

This is an honor never seen before or since, so that Zhang Haichao couldn't help laughing at him, "It's awesome, as expected of Brother Yang, he wants the best in everything, even writing a review is the highest standard."

Su Mianyang leaned against the wall behind him and replied, "Do you want this blessing for you?"

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it." Zhang Haichao quickly waved his hand at Su Mianyang, and this angle happened to allow him to see Xiao Lang who was reading a book in the corridor outside the classroom.

For a while, the feeling of boredom flooded into his heart again, Zhang Haichao suppressed his smile and said: "Brother Yang, you see that people who are good at learning are not willing to sit in the classroom. The teacher looks at it."

Su Mianyang raised his eyebrows, he turned his head following Zhang Haichao's gaze, and saw Xiao Lang standing outside the window at a glance.

The temperature in City Z is low and windy in winter, students can hardly leave the classroom, and the corridor is empty except for Xiao Lang.

The cold wind hit the glass window and let out a dissatisfied roar, Su Mianyang couldn't help shivering, and moved away from the tiled wall that he often leaned on.

Su Mianyang listened in his ears, and kept his eyes on Xiao Lang's straight back. After a while, he found that Xiao Lang was trembling faintly.

If I remember correctly, Xiao Lang shouldn't be the type with excessive energy and blood. When he pulled the wrong person that day, he touched Xiao Lang's wrist, which was as cold as a piece of ice.

After the class bell rang, Xiao Lang walked into the classroom unhurriedly. He followed him with a sense of coldness all over his body. Zhang Haichao couldn't help leaning towards Su Mianyang.

Su Mianyang didn't speak and didn't look up, she pulled the book on her arm and moved it towards the wall.

I thought that losing my temper would be over in just one or two times, but Su Mianyang raised his eyes to look at Xiao Lang when he stepped on the class bell for the fourth time and entered the classroom.

Zhang Haichao was the first to speak, "Who cares about him sitting here?"

"However, I feel much more comfortable when he is not sitting in the classroom. I can come and go freely without having to worry about anything." Zhang Haichao said proudly.

Su Mianyang frowned and thought about something, and when Xiao Lang returned to his seat, he looked calmly at Zhang Haichao and then at Xiao Lang.

Before the teacher of this class came, Su Mianyang kicked Zhang Haichao's stool, "Change your seat with me."

Zhang Haichao didn't understand Su Mianyang's intentions but he followed suit anyway. He curiously asked the reason, but was stopped by the sentence "I just want to change positions".

When the get out of class was about to end, Su Mianyang lay down on the table without raising his head, but his voice was loud enough for the people next to him to hear clearly, "I need to catch up on sleep between classes, and if you want to come out, jump out of the window next to you."

Of course Zhang Haichao said yes.

Xiao Lang's stool on the other side rang and then fell silent. About five or six seconds later, Su Mianyang heard the sound of the book next to him being opened. in a dream.

When returning to the classroom after lunch, Zhang Haichao invited someone to go out to play games. After returning to his seat, Su Mianyang stared at the people outside the window for a while, then raised his hand and knocked on the glass window next to him. Xiao Lang outside the corridor heard a voice Just turned around.

Su Mianyang opened the window, and the cold wind from the shop mercilessly blurred his face. He squinted his eyes, pointed to the place next to him and said, "No one sits next to me when Gouzi goes out to play in the afternoon. Come in, there are many people." I sleep warm."

Xiao Lang raised his eyes and looked at Su Mianyang for two or three seconds, closed the book in his hand, and after returning to his seat from the front door, he put the book on the table, and whispered to Su Mianyang, "Thank you."

Su Mianyang found it a little funny, "Thank you for what? Thank you for my pleasing appearance, which makes you feel relaxed and happy?"

Xiao Lang paused when he turned the pages of the book, and he coughed lightly, avoiding Su Mianyang's question, "You sit in the middle, including asking me to come back."

"If I were you, I wouldn't have noticed it." Su Mianyang stretched his waist, and lay down on his arms, "I obviously don't like to owe others, but I still have to list every little bit of kindness, isn't it tiring?"

This seems to be a question that is not easy to answer. Xiao Lang quietly turned over a page of the book. After a long time, Su Mianyang heard him say softly: "If you accumulate a lot, you will not be clear."

Su Mianyang chuckled, "You're really interesting. But I've always been kind and don't expect anything in return. You either keep it, or you feel uncomfortable."

Having said all that, Su Mianyang didn't want to say anything more, he buried himself in his arms, ended the chat unilaterally, and waited for the holiday after school.

During the holiday, everyone left very early, and most of the students left the classroom in less than 10 minutes, including his new cheap deskmate.

Su Mianyang raised his head from the crook of his arms, and slowly packed his schoolbag. While cleaning the table, he saw an extra post-it note on the corner of the table.

As soon as he saw the words "vacation homework" on the top of the sticky note, Su Mianyang tore it off impatiently, but when he saw the same writing on Xiao Lang's handwritten class schedule, he still put the sticky note into it. pocket.

Su Mianyang's home is not close to the school, but fortunately, after the bus opened, the middle stop happened to be the dilapidated alley of his home. The journey took only half an hour, and it didn't take much effort if he really wanted to go home.

It's just that he was always unhappy in his heart. After entering high school, he chose to live in a dormitory. He usually stays in the dormitory during short and long vacations, in order to reduce contact with his family.

If it weren't for Su Gu's strong request on the phone call, he would never have thought of stepping into the house.

Su Mianyang's home is on the second floor. When she first bought the house, Ms. Zhao bought the storefront downstairs and opened a breakfast shop. In the morning, she boiled a few pots of porridge and steamed some steamed buns.

The taste is not very good, and the business is not too hot. It all depends on the convenience of the neighbors. If they don’t want to cook, they send their children to buy breakfast, so this breakfast shop has always been maintained.

"Mianyang? You're back? It's so early." The time Su Mianyang came home happened to be during the peak hours of the weekend breakfast shop, and the woman who was cutting sauce pancakes in front of the chopping board was so busy that she took a moment to smile at him laugh.

"Your father went to buy ribs, and he finally came back to make up for you. The child has been working hard at school for so long and has lost weight without going home. Meimei has been arguing to find her brother. She saw you coming back. Definitely not happy."

It was the peak period of passenger flow, Song Zhichun didn't have time to greet Su Mianyang, and only had time to say a few words, "You go up and read a book first, and I will call you when your father comes back later."

Su Mianyang responded indifferently, picked up a few dishes that hadn't been cleaned up in time, took a rag to clean up the dirt on the table, and then went upstairs without a word after watching the guests take their seats.

After arriving in his own bedroom, Su Mianyang first turned on his mobile phone, thinking about playing a game to relax, but just waiting for the game to load, he felt bored.

Putting down my phone and digging through my schoolbag for a long time, I finally found a set of math test papers. After reading the first multiple-choice question patiently, I was so irritable that I randomly filled in a C and then pulled a cross.

This set of questions is the high-level paper that Lao Liu sent them. The level of comprehensiveness of the questions is relatively high, and the difficulty has also been increased a lot. That is to say, Su Mianyang was still very depressed when he found that he could not solve any of the questions.

As far as grades are concerned, everyone is sitting in the same class and listening to the same teacher, but some people are the first in the grade even if they have been kissed by God on their foreheads, and there are others like He didn't even get a passing grade like this.

The teacher spreads the rain of knowledge to many students, some people accept it readily, some people ignore it, but he simply puts a basin on his head for fear of splashing a drop of knowledge on himself, and the total score is not as good as others casually. Two or three percent is not a problem.

The neighbor who had a bad relationship before was admitted to the city's No. [-] high school and set off firecrackers in the middle of the night. It took him more than ten minutes to wake him up from his dream. Mr. Su didn't want to deal with these neighbors. Ms. Zhao rushed out wearing a padded jacket and pulling on her slippers, and began to argue with others.

Su Mianyang can't remember the specific process, but I remember Ms. Zhao saying, "There is no saying that anyone is nobler than anyone else. My son's starting point may not be higher than yours, but his end point may not be higher."

Su Mianyang, who followed secretly at that time, just heard this, and his heart beat very fast for a moment. The whole little person was filled with the ambivalence of pride and shyness that was recognized, and vowed to study hard to live up to Ms. Zhao's expectations until Now he still remembers the back view of Ms. Zhao and the secretly clenched fist at that time.

But now he should really live up to Ms. Zhao's wish. His current grades are not enough for three books, and the reputation of Shiyi High is getting louder and louder every year, and the required score line is getting higher every year.

Everyone knows that being admitted to the No. [-] High School in the city means that one foot has entered a key university, and there is no need to worry about future school problems at all.

Su Mianyang also knows the learning style of City No. [-] High School. That school is really perverted. Students have to study as long as they keep their eyes open. The school should use all resources to make up for students' grades.

Out of nowhere, I remembered a certain academic master, who was able to stabilize the top three in the city's first high school, I am afraid that he is still a perverted pervert.

Although someone had half the credit for his sad experience today, it was never his style to owe others. Su Mianyang picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to monitor Jiang Yu.

sy: Do you have Xiao Lang's contact information?

Jiang Yu replied quickly during the holiday: You two are at the same table, you asked me for his contact information?

sy: Have a question?

Housewife: No...but it’s not okay to retaliate against classmates. It’s just a holiday so don’t do anything.

It is because of Jiang Yu's stink of brain power and love of managing things that Su Mianyang gave him this nickname.

sy: His card was swiped in the infirmary last night, you give me his account number, and I will transfer the money to him.

After arriving at the Penguin as he wished, Su Mianyang checked the account information without delay, and found that Xiao Lang's penguin still had the original pixel avatar, and the name was "Struggling Daisy".

Xueba is worthy of being a Xueba, and even the aesthetics are incomprehensible to ordinary people like him.

After applying to add a friend, Su Mianyang found that the other party actually had a friend application verification question, and there was only one "?" in the title

this fucking...

Su Mianyang indifferently sent a "."

After a long wait, Su Mianyang received a message reply from "Struggling Daisy": "Your friend request was rejected."

"..."

There was no other way, Su Mianyang had no choice but to send a friend request again in a polite manner, "Su Mianyang, Class [-], Grade [-]."